by V. Theia
“Good, baby. About to give your body a good time.”
Another crazy “yippee” screamed through her head but thank God she didn’t utter it for fear he thought her childish for being so wildly excited.
Every kiss with Tait was a revelation and the one he brought down to her mouth a second later was no exception, he rode into her mouth almost instantly, hardly coaxing her at all because it wasn’t needed. She was already open and more than willing to twine around his tongue with hers.
His taste exploded. Coffee, toothpaste and all man. All Tait.
She clawed into his hair, lifting herself as much as she could with the parts of her body he wasn’t crushing under his bigger one.
And they devoured each other under moans and lavish tasting.
Oh, god, they were in the burn phase of the kiss and she couldn’t cope with how amazing it felt.
He growled down her throat, the sound shooting pleasure through her to cause her to whimper as her reply. He swallowed it and kissed her deeper, bursting pure goodness between her legs that she was dry writhing against his thigh.
“I need to know you,” he rasped. “Inside and out. I need to know your taste and your sounds. Knowing you’re lying in my bed drives me fucking insane, Poppy.” His starved mouth, rough and demanding scraped down her arched throat, Poppy was delirious in her lust so she just lay there, experiencing nirvana. “Wanted to crawl under the sheets and lick you everywhere.”
God, she wished he had.
She too lay in his bed every night listening to the creaking of the sofa, just praying he’d come in.
Tait knew exactly what he was doing.
He didn’t rush.
He was a man who knew what he liked and he liked tasting her skin.
Before she knew it, her clothes were gone and Poppy’s breathing became an accelerated noise when he dragged his mouth all over her and cursed when he did. “Fuck, sweeter than I thought. So sweet. No, stay still, baby. Let me.”
That was when she got a little shy when he started to pry her legs wider, to see what was between.
“For a good girl you wear bad girl panties, Poppy. Now stay still while I move them aside.”
She didn’t hate her body, far from it. She and her body had experienced some rather wicked orgasms late at night in her bed at home.
Poppy knew how to build her own pleasure until her legs shook. But nothing… absolutely nothing felt as insanely good as when Tait growled against her inner thigh, vibrating her sensitive skin and then started to nuzzle his lips against her clit.
Holy shit.
She nearly went catatonic inside her own body when pleasure started to fire at will.
Only Tait holding her by her hip bones stopped her from catapulting up to the ceiling.
She did moan loudly though and she was instantly embarrassed for how loud she was until Tait grunted with his mouth directly over her clit. “Fuck, let me hear you, baby. Tell me where you ache, I’ll make it better.”
Lying under him, feeling his soft hair with her fingers and smelling how good he smelled, her body was sluggishly drowsy in that state right before an orgasm hit.
She felt it developing extraordinarily fast with only a few intimate kisses.
“Tait.” She breathed in a gaspy pant.
Lick. Lick. He went in with his full mouth and Poppy’s eyes rolled right into the back of her skull. “Oh, shit.”
He chuckled like a demon and went harder at her sex. He tongued her hard, sucked her clit harder.
Open, wet kisses. His tongue flicking her most sensitive parts until she was sure all her bones liquified.
“Hurts,” she whimpered. Not pain. God, it felt good, this ache he was building in her was brand new, never felt before and she could hardly stay in her own skin. “Hurts so good, Tait.”
“About to make it agony, baby.”
She found herself pleading and begging and the more she did, the harder he sucked with his whole mouth, and he didn’t stop using his torturous fingers until she flew apart.
And she got really loud doing it.
She was in a bubble of pleasure, the comedown just as exhilarating.
But Tait wasn’t done.
He kissed her mound, her inner thighs, he gave the slit of her sex one last lick, causing a shudder to race through her, before his lips found a path up the center of her body and he moved up.
Slowly.
“Fuck.” He grunted when he reached her breasts, sucking one nipple in, hard enough she nearly lost it and her nails dug into his scalp on instinct. “You taste like candy all over.”
His mouth skimming lightly over her breasts as he plumped them up with his hand.
She might have felt teen tingles for him back then in the stages of her crush, but it was nothing in comparison to how she felt laid on his couch with the man between her legs and stroking bristly kisses over her neck and chest.
This was different to her fantasies.
Frantic.
Hungry.
Overwhelming.
Addictive.
“Oh, wow. I think…”
“No talking yet.” He groaned into her lips and she was scandalized that she wasn’t more scandalized about liking tasting herself on his mouth.
He went deep. And he stayed deep.
“But I need to say how good that was.”
More kissing. He shut her up spectacularly, making Poppy’s head spin.
Whoever taught this man to kiss needed a statue naming after them.
Her body was no longer tingling, it was full body shudders.
“Poppy shut it,” Tait groaned, going left, going right. His mouth making hers its willing prisoner. She grasped both sides of his head, leaning up and she went just as hard as he did on her and while they made out, he stroked a hand between her thighs and got her off extraordinarily fast again with just his fingers.
It was dreamy from beginning to the very end spasm.
Tait was still painting her body in open mouthed wet kisses when she finally came back to life, one heavy blink at a time.
She was aware of his weight and the heavier weight crushed between her legs, thick and hard and so, so long crushed to her belly button and she was also aware of her nails going in and out of his hair and the groan he emitted when she scraped his scalp.
The gorgeous biker liked being scratched.
“Sweet candy,” he murmured again and she grinned, almost drug like.
She loved orgasms, she’d had a lot over the years, she’d experimented and she hadn’t known a man’s mouth was a million times more potent than any vibrator to get her off.
“You know,” she arched her neck back, giving him better access because his mouth was heaven and she whimpered when he sucked a little. “Amazon sells this sex toy that literally sucks your clitoris.” Tait paused, then carried on kissing her. “I thought I’d never get out of bed again, it wrecked me, Tait. That was until you just went down on me. Oh, my God. That was the absolute best orgasm I ever had.”
“Fuck me, she never shuts up.” He muttered and lifted himself up on his hands above her.
His eyes were darker than ever and so, so hot.
Her belly pitched seeing the corner of his lip turn up.
“Best. Ever.” she preened up at him, with her mouth split wide.
And then he grinned back.
“Fucking candy.” He said. “I need to calm down, baby, or I’ll come all over you. I’ll make food, then you get your turn to fool around with me.”
At that, he hauled himself up, taking his glorious weight with him and strode to the kitchen where she lay like limp lettuce on the sofa, naked as the day she was born and smiling like an idiot.
“I swear to the heavenly angels, Tait. I want to write a review.”
She heard him chuckling while he clanked cups and got to making coffee. “I made her come like a goddess and she doesn’t shut up.”
Poppy knew she’d be harping on those orgasms for the rest of her l
ife.
Hands down.
Heaven itself.
And from Tait.
Cinderella went to the ball and got more than the Prince.
She got a biker who knew how to get her off.
NINETEEN
“Tiaras and bed sheets.” – Texas
Maybe it was because he had sweetness all over his tongue and down his throat and the memory of her pussy still shattering on his fingers, but Texas didn’t feel half as pissed off as he had felt an hour ago.
When was the last time sex felt that good for him without even getting off himself?
He’d been in danger of coming just from listening to her surprised whimpers with each stroke of his tongue and that shit spurred him on to the point he nearly ate her alive.
Already he was juiced to get his mouth between her legs again and hear those sounds still ringing in his ears. Beautiful.
She was back in her shorts and oversized shirt, but she was on the sofa on her knees, practically vibrating on a frequency only bats could detect.
While he made food and coffee and savored her sweet as fuck taste in his mouth, he watched her watching him.
And she vibrated with a huge smile on her face.
Two orgasms and she was insanely hyper.
He hadn’t even broken the seal and it felt like the best non-fuck he’d ever had.
He wondered what she’d be like if he gave her his cock real deep, real slow until he broke through her innocence.
Fuck, she’d be wild even if it hurt at first.
He just knew it and his twitching cock knew it too.
It was why he’d stopped.
She wanted to fool around, not to be hammered like ground beef into the sofa until he shot his load as deep as he could.
Stopping about killed him, but the prospect of having her learn everything from him was a taste in his mouth now.
Her pussy was perfect. Her cries and inability to shut her mouth even when he was giving it to her was too cute.
He still didn’t quite understand how he had a houseguest who was driving him nuts with her whacky personality.
Or why he found everything she did so fucking adorable.
She was a neat freak.
His bathroom didn’t look like his bathroom anymore.
If he dropped a dish towel, she picked it up, folded it and found it a home. Same went for his clothes.
He always thought he couldn’t be with a person who was that way.
But there was Poppy, blowing all his theories out of the water.
“Tait…” her voice was silk and he cut his eyes up and over to her.
On her knees. Chewing on a lip, flushed and aroused.
“Yeah?”
“So…uhm…I’m not all that hungry…”
His dick got so hard it nearly hit the island and he had to bend forward in the process of tipping eggs onto a plate and swallow his groan hearing that thick quality to her voice.
She was horny and wanting more.
With one taste, he’d created a monster and he couldn’t say that he hated it.
He wanted to attack. To maul and possess until she was trembling and crying.
“Little girl, you stumbled out of my bedroom not so long ago like a zombie and threw a hissy fit that I’d nearly forced you to eat face cream.”
“It was hardly a hissy fit.”
“Yeah, it was. You were spitting mad that I was in my own house and not somewhere else ‘cause you were embarrassed you all but swallowed me whole last night.”
She went as red as the rug in the other room and he bit back a grin.
He saw in her eyes she had about ten arguments stacked up as any woman did.
Women were fucking fantastic at flying off the handle and going for hours.
So he watched her slip off the sofa, pad those fantastic legs of hers over to the kitchen and then watched her approach him.
“I was embarrassed, but now I’m not. Now that I’ve had Tait orgasms, I’m not at all embarrassed, so I say again, I’m not hungry.”
Fuck.
Him.
He was undone. She was every easy breath he hadn’t taken in more than a year. She made him want to live. She made him hunger for things he’d given up on.
Undone and ready to blast her into the wall with the will of his dick alone until the door buzzer from downstairs startled them both.
She’d only just got cozy against his chest before he set her aside to answer it.
“Yeah, leave it downstairs, I’ll get it.” he told the courier. “Delivery,” he informed her, “won’t be a second.”
He knew she was hungry because he wasn’t even through the front door and she was tearing off bits of bacon. Texas grinned and headed for the stairs.
The three trunks weighed a ton and he finally got them through the door after three trips up the fucking stairs, his lungs burning.
“Delivery for you, Poppy.”
“What is it?”
“Says it’s from New York.”
Her face fell as she eyed the brown wooden trunks all equal in size. “Guess mom sent my clothes.”
He went back to the coffee machine and poured two while she walked around the trunks. “Not opening them?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
It was only five minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and found her in the middle of a clothes mess on the floor down on her knees, sobbing.
“What the fuck, Poppy?”
She lifted her chin, tears coating her cheeks, looking about as sad and lost as a little girl could and Texas’ insides all twisted hard, and he got over to her and crouched down. “What is it? Did they include a nasty letter?” He wouldn’t put anything past the Astor’s.
“She packed everything, Tait. Not just my clothes. My whole life. Pictures, school things, make up, jewelry, even my stupid diaries. She just emptied my fucking bedroom.”
He didn’t really get the importance other than she had her stuff now, but it meant something to Poppy and that’s why he fell to his knees and dragged her into his lap and let her sob it out for a minute.
They didn’t even send a delivery note with the trunks, like her fucking mom couldn’t be assed to even do that for her daughter.
Stroking her hair, her face in his neck he let her cry just long enough before he put a stop to it by cradling her head and moved the tears with his thumbs.
“No more, Poppy.”
“How could she do that? I’m her daughter and she just packs me up like that. Like she wants rid of me from the house.”
“Enough now, Poppy.”
Her tears continued to fall.
“I can’t. I can’t…she even packed my stupid pageant tiaras from when I was seven. I bet she made Isabel the housemaid do the packing.”
“Yes, you can, baby. What did I say? You make the decisions; you make the choices now. Your mom did hers, that means you decide it doesn’t hurt you anymore. She’ll come to regret it, and that’s on her, not you.”
“All this because I won’t marry a man I don’t love, suddenly I’m just three lousy trunks of stuff and no letter or anything.” She cried and fell back into his arms, burrowing so close he felt her heart thudding into his own chest. He couldn’t take it. Not just because he wasn’t used to a crying woman and not knowing how to handle it, but it hurt him to feel how hurt she was and it just didn’t sit right with him how her fucking family could discard her so quickly.
Taking her face in his hands, he did another sweep of her tears, her eyes so filled and sad that he couldn’t take it either and he crashed his lips down on hers, swallowing her gasp and her sadness.
It took next to no seconds for Poppy to wind her arms around his neck and fall deeper into his kiss and that’s how he stopped Poppy from sobbing.
By kissing the ever loving fuck out of her, with the floor littered in outfits and her back pressed up against a trunk, he went in with his tongue and he didn’t stop, not even when his body came alive and she started
to dry hump him.
Poppy being sad was a hard limit, he discovered and Texas wouldn’t take it lightly.
He’d been back in town not that long and problems were stacking up.
The most important two being screwing over Grigori the wonder Russian.
And making Poppy happy.
Even if it meant taking her home to Harrison to the life she knew and getting her family to see her for the diamond she is.
Lies had messed up his whole life and he didn’t do a thing to stop it.
Kissing Poppy until they were panting for air felt like the start of his redemption.
If only his dick didn’t want to take over the whole show.
That day he fed her, after making out for an hour and getting her off again because he just couldn’t stop his hand from creeping into her shorts again, to which she went off like a goddamn firework on his fingers. Then he helped cart all her shit into the bedroom where half of it sat on the bedroom chair because she had about 900 different pieces and there was hardly any room in his closet.
Then he fed her again, watched how quiet she was then he put her to bed.
It was nearly 2 am, he was laid on the couch, aching in every bone because the thing was not made for an over 6 foot man to sleep on for more than a week.
He groaned and rolled to his feet.
Enough of this bullshit.
He let himself into his bedroom, scowling exhausted as his eyes sought the big bed in the dark, plenty big for him and a petite girl and a few steps later he crawled under the comforter, smelling how good she smelled and how she’d warmed the sheets.
Pleasure welcomed his aching body.
He knew it was a mistake but he needed to sleep more than he needed to fuck her.
Okay, that was a lie, but fuck, he was tired as hell and sleeping on that couch was not gonna work anymore.
Poppy moaned and half turned over when he got in close to her back, slipping a hand around her waist. “Go back to sleep, baby.”
“Are you in my bed?” She zombie asked and he smiled, putting his face in the back of her hair. “Yeah, go back to sleep.” He got her snuggled in tighter and he knew he’d made a mistake … a big one when she hummed, squirming her butt into his groin and fell back to sleep as he told her to.