Pucked Off (Pucked 5)

I rise up on my knees in front of her. It forces her to tilt her head up. “Poppy.” It’s mostly a groan.

She runs her hands over my chest. “Lance.” It comes out breathless.

I squeeze her hip and shift my hand, fingers drifting low. I slip one between her legs, hot and wet greeting me. “I wanna kiss you right here.”

Her mouth drops open, brow furrowing, her grip on my shoulders tightening.

“Will you let me do that?” I find her clit and circle it. “Kiss you here?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” I ask, because letting and wanting are not the same. I let Tash do a lot of things I didn’t want any part of. I don’t ever want to do anything like that to Poppy.

“Yes.” She skims my bottom lip with her fingertip. “I want to know what your mouth feels like.”

“You know what I want?” I lay her down, fanning her hair out.

She shakes her head.

I straddle her, because if I get between her legs now, there’s no way I’ll be able to follow through on what I want. Or what she said she wants.

I kiss her before I answer. “I want to know what you sound like when you come.” Then I swallow her moan as I take her mouth.

We kiss while I caress her breasts and down her sides. Then I start a languorous descent over her body, stopping at her nipples, at the dip in her waist, and to nibble at her hip before I edge a knee between hers.

Poppy parts her thighs, and I get comfortable, stretching out so my legs are hanging off the end of the bed. I spread her open and drop a wet kiss on that pretty little clit.

Poppy drags in a breath. I move my lips to the inside of her thigh and nip there before going back to her clit, again and again. I lick her until she comes, and my name is a hoarse cry on her lips. And then I do it again, because she tastes like she’s made for me, and I’m already addicted to the sound of her when I give her exactly what she needs.

Which I want to be me.

She’s glassy eyed and flush cheeked by the time I’m done. I hover over her and slide two fingers inside, pumping slow.

Her eyes roll up, and when they come back down, she raises a shaky hand and presses it to my cheek. “I want you.”

“Right now?”

She bites her lip and nods, then searches the comforter for the condom. When she finds it, she puts a hand on my chest. “Can I put it on?”

At this point, she hasn’t had her hand on my cock. I’m not sure how I’m going to handle that. I’m not worried about having her touch me; I’m worried about how quickly I’m going to come when she does. But I don’t want to say no to her.

“Is that what you want?” I ask.

“Only if you want me to.” She gives me my words back.

“I want.” I sit back on my knees, and she follows. But she doesn’t tear the wrapper open as her long hair sweeps over my thighs. She wraps her fingers around my cock, holding it steady. Then she looks up at me and bends forward to kiss the tip.

“Poppy.” It’s a guttural sound.

She follows with a lick. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah, really good.”

“I want to do that again, if you want me to.”

“You really don’t ha—”

“But do you want me to?” I can feel her hot breath as it breaks across the head. My cock jerks in her hand.

“Put my dick in your mouth?” I don’t mean for it to sound so crass, and judging from the way her cheeks flush even pinker, she’s not used to hearing it.

“Yes. Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Fuck, Poppy. Yes.”

She opens her pretty, perfect mouth and covers the head. Her tongue swirls around and around before she pops off.

“How does that feel?”

I move her hair away from her face. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before I can get inside you.”

“One more time, then?”

How the fuck can I say no to that? I close my eyes and give her a tight nod.

This time she licks around the entire head with an open mouth before she covers it, taking more of me in. Then she starts bobbing, going deeper with each pass. I’ll definitely come if she keeps going, and while I’m positive I can get hard again, I don’t want to miss this opportunity, or lose this moment.

“Precious…” I cup her cheek, my thumb following the curve of her bottom lip where it’s wrapped around my cock. She looks up at me with wide, sweet eyes. Jesus fucking Christ, how did I manage to get into this girl’s bed? “I need you to stop.”