I make my way to her side to read over her shoulder, adjusting myself in my jeans.
“Take your cock out,” Poppy says, her eyes not leaving her screen.
My heart stutters, and my dick goes as hard as steel. Normally, she wouldn’t have to tell me twice, but she seems pretty involved in her book for her order to make sense. “What?”
“You heard me. Do it.”
Her fingers keep typing. Mine go to my shirt, pulling it over my head to drop to the floor, and then to my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Once I have room, I shove my underwear down and fist my cock, giving the shaft a long stroke.
Poppy tears her eyes from her work and licks her lips as she watches me, so I do it again.
“Feeling inspired?” I growl, my voice getting rougher with need.
“Fuck my mouth,” she tells me. “While I write this scene, I want it to be ours. Their happily ever after and ours, at the same time.”
I search her face, and she gives me a temptress’s smile. I run my fingers into her hair, gripping her bun to guide her mouth to my cock. She licks around the head, moaning as she tastes the drop of pre-cum gathered there. “Open,” I order.
She opens her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out instantly. I slide over her tongue, dipping further and further into the wet warmth of her mouth, and she closes her lips over me, sucking me even deeper.
Our eyes meet, hunger and love mixing in equal measure. I pull my hips back and thrust in again, watching as her eyes flutter closed. “That’s it. Suck me, but keep typing, Poppy. You’re on a deadline.”
She whimpers faintly, her hands returning to the keys. They’re moving slowly now, but the words still pour onto the screen. I go quiet, only releasing an occasional grunt when I slip into her throat, so she can think. My eyes flick from the sight of her mouth on me to the screen.
She’s writing the final sex scene of Trouble in Great Falls. It’s from Amber’s point of view, and I think the thoughts of Poppy’s character are what she’s thinking too. It’s a unique perspective, allowing me to read exactly what’s on Poppy’s mind. On the screen, Ryker pulls Amber’s hair as he thrusts faster into her mouth, and I do the same. Poppy cries out in pleasure, her fingers jumping across the keyboard now.
Come in my mouth. Come now. Make me yours forever.
As soon as the words appear on the screen, I’m a goner. “Fuck,” I grit out, pushing my cock deep into her throat to release. She swallows every jet of my cum hungrily.
My brain is mush. My cock is softening. I have no idea how she can still be typing, even as she licks me clean.
I take a shuddering breath, leaning over the table to hide how badly my knees are shaking. Poppy grins in satisfaction and then holds up one finger.
“Almost done.”
I huff out a laugh, still panting. “Take your time,” I tell her, slipping my cock back into my jeans.
She types easily and quickly, fully focused on wrapping up the story. She’s got Amber and Ryker together again, with a secure happily ever after, though there’s a hint of more story that’ll obviously be the next Great Falls book. But the best part is when she taps the Enter key twice, centers her cursor, and types . . . The End.
“Congratulations,” I tell her as she leans back, cracking her knuckles. “You going to send it in to Hilda?”
“Not quite yet,” Poppy says, turning around to look up at me with shining, happy eyes. “I want to read it in the morning and see what the girls say about what they’re reading for me. But yeah, Hilda’s going to get it by lunch. Barring a spell check, though . . . I’m done!”
“You deserve a reward,” I say suggestively.
“Got any donut holes?” she asks.
I have no idea what she’s talking about. Maybe it’s a writer thing? “Sorry, no. But I have something even better.”
“Better than donut holes?” Her nose wrinkles cutely, making it obvious that she’s seriously doubting my reward skills. “A cupcake?” she guesses.
“Better than donut holes or a cupcake,” I vow. “Come here.” I take her hand to pull her from the chair. As soon as she’s standing, I scoop her up, holding her ass while she wraps her arms and legs around me. Against my bare abdomen, I can feel the wet heat of her pussy through her pants. I carry her down the hall to her bedroom, kicking the door closed to keep the dogs out.
“Three . . . two . . .” I throw her to the bed before I get to one. She keeps me on my toes, so it seems only fair to return the favor. Poppy bounces, her laugh bright and happy.