by Alex Grayson
“Allow me.”
Smiling internally, I walk to her side of the table to grab her phone, but she beats me to it.
“No!” she squeaks, straightening in her seat, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.
It’s hard to hold in my laugh, but I manage. Instead, I lift an eyebrow and fake concern.
“Everything okay?”
“Y-yes,” she stutters. “Yes. Sorry.”
“You sure?”
Swallowing hard, she nods.
I retake my seat, placing my leg back against hers. She jerks away this time and I grin. I glance down and notice that her pert little nipples are pressing against her dress. Her breathing is coming a little faster than normal, and the flush has expanded down to her chest. Her eyes look wild as she looks around the room.
“Did something happen while I was gone?” I inquire, secretly enjoying the hell out of her discomfort.
She wipes a few strands of hair away from her face. “No. I just have the shakes because I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten today.”
Pretty little liar. That deserves another swat to her ass later.
As if the waitress heard her, she walks up with a tray carrying our food. After placing our plates in front of us and inquiring if we need anything else, she walks off.
“This looks so good,” Poppy says, picking up an oyster with shaky hands.
“You know what they say about oysters, right?” I place my napkin in my lap and pick up my fork, my eyes never straying from hers.
She stops with the oyster halfway to her mouth.
“Is that why you got them for me?”
“Maybe.” I wink.
“Does it really work?”
I give her a sexy smile and reply, “I guess we’ll see.” I laugh when she puts the oyster down and grabs her fork instead. “Spoilsport.”
That earns me a grin.
I lean across the table and whisper, “You won’t need them anyway.” I grab the oyster she just put down, tip it to my lips, and let the silky mollusc slide between them. She licks her lips as I do so, and her eyes flare with undisguised lust.
Oh yeah. Poppy is mine tonight.
We sit in silence for the rest of the meal. Every few minutes, Poppy will look over at me, and each time she does, she finds my eyes on her. I can’t stop myself. My eyes are always drawn to her when she’s in the room. She draws me to her like the sun pulls a flower. I may not have shown my interest to Poppy over the last year, but I’ve always had my eyes on her.
We both decline dessert and I pay the bill. When we walk out of the restaurant, I lead Poppy away from the car.
“Let’s walk back.”
She gives me a wide smile and nods. Her head whips this way and that way as she takes in everything surrounding us. Downtown Dallas is stunning, especially if you’re looking at it through fresh eyes. We stop and browse at a few local shops. She laughs when I buy her a black cowboy hat. She looks hot as hell wearing it with her black dress, heels, and her hair braided to the side. I might have to take her with her just wearing the hat and heels.
Although we’re only a few blocks away, it takes us over an hour to make it back to the hotel. The sun has fallen behind the tall buildings, so the heat hasn’t been as harsh on the last leg of our walk. The doorman holds the door for us, and I usher Poppy into the cool building. The elevator ride seems to take forever. She shifts nervously at my side, her sweet lavender scent taking up the small space. I turn to face her, knowing I’m making her uncomfortable by doing so, but I can’t help it. She hasn’t given me an answer, but I’m taking away her chance now.
When the elevator dings our arrival, Poppy bolts out as soon as the doors open. I can’t hold back my laughter. She looks at me over her shoulder as she hurries over to her room.
“You can run, but you can’t hide, Poppy. I always get what I want,” I tell her, right before she closes the door.
Shaking my head, I walk to my portion of our suite while unbuttoning my shirt. I drop it on the end of my bed and walk to the bathroom. One thing about living in Texas is multiple showers are needed often during the day to wash away the sweat.
With the spray beating down on my shoulders, I grab my already hard cock and give it a few strokes. I’ve been hard all evening. Hell, who am I kidding? I’ve been hard all damn day. Poppy does that to me. She doesn’t realize the control she has over me. I may have taken her privacy away, but it’s her that holds my future in her hands. It’s her that can completely destroy me with just a snap of her fingers.
Stepping out of the shower, I run the towel roughly over my body, before wrapping it around my hips. I grab my phone from my pants pocket and sit at the desk to answer a few emails. I’m sure Poppy went straight to the shower also, and she’s probably still in there, so I’ll give her a bit of time to finish up.
There’s one email that I’m most interested in. It’s from Eric, with the subject line “Cellphone Number Inquiry.”
Fuck!
He wasn’t able to find out anything. He said something about their security system being unhackable. It’s a fucking cellphone company, how hard can it fucking be? Eric is good, damn near as good as me, so I don’t understand why he’s having trouble with this. Looks like I’ll need to take care of it myself.
There’s another email from Rex, letting me know that there’s been no news on the guy that broke into Poppy’s house. He still has a man on her place while she’s gone, but nothing’s happened so far.
I go through a couple more emails, before looking at the time on my phone. Thirty minutes have passed since I sat down. She should be done by now, and if she’s not, I’ll go in there after her. I pull on a pair of worn jeans before opening the door. I’m surprised when I see Poppy standing at the window. It’s not dark yet, but the sun has dropped low enough that the sky has a beautiful pink and purple glow to it. The lights on the skyscrapers surrounding us are starting to flicker on. Once it’s full dark, the view from up here is amazing. Poppy will love it.
She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I walk on bare feet over to her. My reflection alerts her of my arrival. I hear the hitch in her breathing when her eyes meet mine in the glass. She’s wearing a pale blue tank top, paired with white cotton shorts. I can tell by the hard points of her nipples she’s not wearing a bra, and it makes my mouth water. Her tanned skin glows against the material. She’s unbraided her hair, but it’s off her shoulders and piled messily on top of her head.
I stop just before my chest meets her back. Her shoulders rise and fall as she breathes in and out heavily. I hold her gaze in the window and run a finger down the back of her neck, causing her to shiver. I smile and lean forward until my lips barely touch her ear.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I whisper.
It’s barely noticeable, but I hear her quiet moan. I peek my tongue out and run it over the shell of her ear before taking the lobe into my mouth. She tips her head to the side and closes her eyes. I close the distance between us until her back meets my bare chest. I’ve felt Poppy before, but this is different. Right now, I’m with her as Asher. There’s no wondering who I am. I don’t have to pretend, or alter my accent. It’s me and her, and it feels damn good.
My hands land on her hips and I pull her back even closer to me. I move my hands and splay them across her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin. Goosebumps appear on her belly and she sighs. I trail my mouth over her shoulder and she grinds her ass against me, causing my dick to grow even more. I growl and nip the soft skin of her neck where it meets her shoulder. Her whimper has me almost losing control, but I manage to keep it together.
“You fucking drive me insane,” I groan.
“Asher,” she moans, and I swear on my damn life, hearing that will always be the greatest fucking sound to my ears. “Please.”
I bring my hands up, bringing the tank top with them, and stop just below her generous tits. One of her hands lifts and covers mine, trying to force my hand higher.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me,” I demand.
She arches and wiggles her ass against me again, and I can see in the window her other hand clenched into a fist. She still has her head tipped to the side, but her eyes are now open, looking at me.
“I want you to touch me.” Her voice is small and breathless.
“Where?” I ask, needing to hear her say it.
“My breasts.” She stops, but then grabs my other hand and places it right over her center. “And here.”
It’s a move I didn’t expect from her, but one that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the pleasure of it.
“Are you hungry for me, Poppy?” I use two fingers and apply light pressure to her pussy. She squirms a bit and nods.
“Speak. I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she says with a quivering voice.
“Good, because I’m fucking ravenous for you.” I give her what she wants and palm her tit.
She lifts one hand and reaches back to run her fingers through my hair. She grabs a handful and brings my mouth back down to her neck. She’s fucking bold when she’s horny. She wasn’t like this when I was with her that night as Sterling, nor the night when I watched her get off from her window. I can only hope that it’s because it’s me that’s with her and she wants me more.
Tweaking her nipple with one hand, I use the other to slip inside her shorts. I groan when I find her not wearing any panties. My fingertips meet the folds of her pussy. I separate my fingers just enough to slip them on the outside of her lips, completely avoiding her clit. Women love to be teased, and Poppy’s no different. Her hips thrust forward with a whimper. I chuckle at her ear and give it another nip.
“Be still, and I’ll give you what you want.”
Her head falls back on my shoulder, giving me the perfect view of her tits. One is showing from when my hand lifted her shirt a few minutes ago, so I lift the rest of the material over her head. Her head comes up from my shoulder to peer outside.
“Someone might see us,” she says.
“No, they won’t. We’re too far up and too far away.”
“Asher…” she starts to protest, but stops and moans when I thrust two fingers inside her.
“Shh… Just feel, Poppy.”
I thrust a couple more times, then pull my fingers out and move to her clit. She cries out when I snag the little nub between my fingers and pinch. I palm her other breast and tug on the nipple. I push my hips forward, trying in vain to find relief from the constant ache in my cock and balls. The only way I’ll find relief, or rather, the only way I’ll let myself find relief is inside Poppy’s pussy.
I pull my fingers from her pussy, drag them up her slit and over her clit, and out of her shorts. My mouth waters when I smell her aroma. I bring my fingers to her mouth and watch her reflection as I rub them over her lips. Her eyes widen slightly and her hand drops from my hair. I wonder if she’s thinking about Sterling when he made her taste herself from his fingers. I know I’m taking a chance of her connecting the dots, but I’m secretly hoping she will.
When she doesn’t say anything, I move my hand from her tit, grab a handful of hair, and pull her head back. I grip her chin with my other hand, smearing her chin with her juices, and turn it to face me.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur. I dip my head and run my tongue over her lips. She tastes so fucking good. I could gladly live off the taste of her alone, for the rest of my life.
Once I lick off all the cum from her lips, I press my lips to hers. She opens immediately, moaning into my mouth as I play my tongue against hers. My grip on her hair tightens as I kiss her heatedly, without abandon. Our teeth clink together as we both try to get more of each other.
I release her, only to turn her body so she’s facing me. Grabbing her ass, I lift her body up against mine. Her legs instinctively go around my hips, locking tight over my ass. Her cotton covered center meets my hardness, and I pull her tighter against me, grinding against her. She wraps her arms around me and her naked tits meet my chest.
My control snaps. With determined steps, I carry us to my room. Not bothering to close the door, I walk straight to the bed and let her fall to the mattress. She lands with a bounce and a nervous laugh. I’ve never seen her look sexier than she does right now. She’s reclined back on her elbows and has her knees bent and spread wide. Her hair is a mess with half of it down from the band. Her lips are swollen and glistening, and she has that damn flushed look she’s been wearing a lot lately.
She has her bottom lip between her teeth and looks like she’s getting ready to protest. Before she gets the chance, I yank her bottoms off and make quick work of my own pants.
Her eyes become wide when she sees my size. I smirk and crawl up on the bed toward her. When I bring my lips to her stomach, she quivers. I look up to see her head thrown back and her mouth open, panting. I slowly make my way up to her chest. Her arms give out and she falls to her back. I suck a nipple into my mouth, give it a few tugs with my teeth and flick it with my tongue and move onto the other one, before kissing up her neck. I suck her sweet skin into my mouth until I know I’ve left a mark behind.
My cock sways between us and bumps up against her pussy. She moans and lifts her hips, seeking for her own release just as much as I’m seeking mine. I settle between her legs so my chest is against hers, but I don’t enter her yet. I wait for her eyes to open and meet mine. When they do, I grab one of her hands and pull it above her head before reaching for the other and doing the same. I now have both in one of mine. She has one leg thrown over my hip and one lying flat on the bed, so I grab it and hike it over my other hip. Her chest heaves as she keeps her eyes locked with mine.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” I whisper, and drop my head to softly kiss her lips.
“How long?” she whispers back against mine.
I pull back and look deeply into her eyes.
“Since the beginning,” I confess, and watch confusion cross her face.
She gives her head a slight shake, before quietly saying, “I never knew. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Instead of answering, I reach between us, grasp the base of my cock, and line it up with her pussy. I don’t enter her fast. At this point, I would completely lose it if I did. Not to mention, I need to go slow because I don’t want to hurt her. I dip just the head in and drop my forehead to hers and groan. It’s fucking heaven. I’ve been this far in her before, but this feels different.
She moans and tightens her thighs around my waist, causing me to go in a couple more inches. I squeeze her hands in my grip.
“You want this to be over before it starts?”
She licks her lips and whimpers, “No.”
“Then don’t fucking do that again.”
With that, I sink in another inch, which earns me another moan. Her walls spasm around me, and I can’t take it anymore. I take her lips in a demanding kiss and slide the rest of the way in. She cries out and I swallow the sound, joining it with my own groan. I hold still, just long enough for her to get used to my size, before pulling back and slamming back in. Her nails dig into my hand that are still holding hers. I wrap my free arm under her waist so her hips are tilted up, giving me better access. At this angle, I can go deeper.
Her cries are constant. If it weren’t for the fact that she meets my every thrust, I’d think I was hurting her.
My hips piston forward before I pull them back slowly, only to push back in. I release her hands and one immediately goes to my ass, while the other goes to my back. Her nails score my back hard enough that I know it’ll leave marks. I’ll wear that shit loud and proud.
I lift my upper body so I’m resting on one hand, bringing her body with me with the arm I still have wrapped around her.
“Fuck! You are so damn gorgeous.” I look down at where we’re connected. Each outward slide shows her arousal coating my cock. The sight has my balls drawing up, preparing for release.
I grab one of her hands and place it at her clit. “Touch your clit, baby. Make it feel good. I want to feel you come all over my cock. I can’t come without you, and I’m close.”
I clench my teeth at the unconcealed desire that flashes in her eyes as she does as I ask. Her finger works her clit, and my eyes stay glued to the spot. I can’t look away.
My stomach clenches when she cries out, her walls clamping down around me, strangling my cock. Her head thrashes back and forth and her other hand flies over her head and fists the comforter. She screams when I force my hips to move faster, harder.
My orgasm hits hard and fast, sending bolts of lightning through my limbs. I slam my hips forward so hard that Poppy’s body moves up the bed. The intense feeling of spilling my cum inside her body has all the air leaving my lungs, leaving me panting and desperately trying to pull more air in to replace it.
Our bodies are slick with sweat and our breathing is heavy. I collapse on top of her, making sure to stop just shy of squishing her. Her heart races against mine. I kiss her shoulder and murmur against her ear, “Now that I’ve had you, I’m never giving you up.”
She doesn’t say anything, but brings one hand up to run it through my hair.
Moments later, her body stiffens.
“We didn’t use a condom,” she says, a slight panic in her voice.
I dip down and place a kiss against her lips. Her body relaxes again.
“I never go without a condom, and I’m clean.”
I don’t ask if she’s on birth control because I already know she is. Wouldn’t matter anyway. I want her pregnant as soon as possible. I want to see her full with my baby growing inside her.
Even still, she enlightens me with a smile and nods. “I am too. And don’t worry, I’m on birth control, so no fear of me getting pregnant.”
I ignore that comment and steal another kiss from her, before getting off the bed and dragging her with me. As much as I want to stay in bed with her, we’re both sweaty and need to rinse off. Besides, I want more of her, and I can’t think of any better way than to take her in the shower.
“What are you doing?” she asks timidly.
