Chapter 13 #4
The speck of irritation melted away, leaving only his regular sweetness. He stroked my face and examined me closely, as if committing my updated appearance to memory.
“I only get annoyed when you think too hard,” Poppy said, sounding embarrassed about it now. “Because I... I don’t want you to think right now.” His cheeks flushed deeper. “I want you to feel.”
A ribbon of pleasure flowed between my ribs. I smiled and stroked him in a mirror motion. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ll cut that out.”
He beamed. If he had been in wolf form, I knew his tail would be wagging.
Poppy’s index finger traced my jawline, dragging across the close stubble. I kept clean-shaved but that didn’t stop the sharp hairs from poking out overnight. Judging by how long he spent staring at my face, Poppy seemed charmed by them.
“You didn’t have these back then,” he pointed out.
“Nope. With age comes wisdom... and hairs.”
Poppy chuckled. Then, to my surprise, he leaned down to kiss my jawline. The sensation made my skin tingle, spreading warmth across my already flushed face.
Then, to my further surprise, Poppy rolled his body on top of mine. My heart pounded so violently hard it seemed like it was trying to break free of my rib cage and jump into Poppy’s instead.
“You’re so comfy,” he said, smiling. “And warm...”
He kissed the corner of my mouth, tender and gentle. I relaxed, letting his affection flow over me like water in a warm bath. It was a good distraction until I finally felt it—the bulge pressing into my thigh.
My head spun.
He was hard.
An involuntary groan slipped past my lips. I couldn’t hold back anymore. And judging by the way Poppy’s cock rubbed against my leg, I doubted he wanted me to.
“Fuck,” I growled, running my hands through his hair and down his neck. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
He flashed an innocent smile. Rocked his hips ever so slightly. “What do you mean?”
Another hungry growl rumbled in my throat. He was toying with me, that flirt.
My possessive hands roamed down Poppy’s back. I rolled up the shirt so I could touch his bare skin. He was so warm and smooth that it made me feel like I was losing my mind. How could anyone be this soft?
And he’s mine. All mine.
Growling, I buried my face in Poppy’s delicate neck. I huffed his scent like a drug. It was stronger there, easier to access and get drunk on.
“You’re making me crazy,” I muttered against his skin.
He giggled, but it was edged with arousal. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re just you,” I growled through my teeth. “Everything about you is addictive to me.”
His gentle hand trailed down the back of my neck. His fingers parted my hair and he lightly dragged his nails across my skin, making me shudder. That simple touch ignited my senses. I felt charged and electric, ready to burst.
As I kissed Poppy’s neck, he stroked my chest. Every new movement sparked like a current, and we found ourselves in a feedback loop of touch and mounting desire.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat up and threw off my shirt into a random corner of the room.
Just one less layer between me and Poppy.
“Should I take mine off, too?” he asked in a breathy voice.
A shiver of excitement darted over my skin. “Yeah.”
When our clothes were discarded and no fabric remained between us, I stared at Poppy’s bare chest. The smooth, pale planes of it were engraved on my memory, but my hands wanted a refresh.
I placed my palms on his flat pecs, then roamed where I desired.
I sighed in pleasure. The soft skin-on-skin contact was delectable.
The heat between my thighs rose to a fever pitch. I was fully tenting my underwear now, and when I dared to glance at Poppy’s lower half, I noticed his situation was the same. I swallowed thickly at the sight of his briefs stretched taut from his erection.
My head swam. For a long time, I hadn’t dared to think of Poppy and sexuality in the same breath. Except for a single sweet encounter a long time ago, we’d never been physically intimate. But this felt raw and real. Like something we both desperately needed.
I sat upright while Poppy lay sprawled like an angel against the sheets. He gazed up at me with so much fondness it felt like my heart might burst.
I was crazy about him.
Why, in my stupid mind, did I push him away? Why did I hurt Poppy for so long? I was a fucking idiot.
But tonight, I didn’t have to be.
I crawled forward so my hands were on opposite sides of Poppy’s shoulders and my face loomed above his. He smiled expectantly up at me.
My lust-rough growl ghosted across Poppy’s lips. “Anything you want. Tell me. I’ll do anything for you.”
Poppy’s eyes widened as my promise sank in. “Anything...?” he echoed. “Um... then, will you touch me?”
I let out a surprised huff of a laugh. “That was already on the docket, you doofus.”
He giggled. “Okay. Um...” He cast a demure glance down at his body, then met my gaze again. “Will you... kiss me all over?”
I almost snorted, thinking he was being silly again. But his request was sincere. And once I thought about it, kissing the entirety of Poppy’s body sounded like a damn good time.
“You got it,” I promised with a swift kiss to his lips.
I continued the line of kisses down from the corner of Poppy’s mouth, down his neck, up and down his collarbone and chest until I reached his soft tummy.
He exhaled a content sigh as he relaxed into the bed, fully trusting me.
I couldn’t just leave his belly without burying my face in it and petting it with my hands.
I groaned as my face was enveloped by its unbelievable softness.
Poppy wasn’t chubby, but he had more of a belly now than he did in our youth, and I certainly wasn’t complaining.
Pressing my face into that tender flesh and breathing in his scent, uninhibited, was a dream come true.
When I’d had my fill—for now—I gave his belly one final kiss before descending to that silver trail beneath it. As my nose grazed the little patch of hair, I growled in anticipation. My heartbeat quickened, and the hot throb between my thighs cried out for relief.
Poppy made a cute sound each time I kissed down his happy trail.
I grinned as I moved lower, eager to hear more of those adorable noises.
Getting the opportunity to touch and kiss him this way brought me joy I hadn’t felt in ages, as if Poppy had unlocked a door that had been slammed shut in my soul.
I was happier than a dragon sitting on his hoard.
Finally, the trail led to the prize. Poppy was hard. I leaned back to stare at it, twitching and ready to be touched. I swallowed back the saliva pooling in my mouth.
He was breathing hard as I brought my lips to the base of his shaft. As I pressed the first little kiss to his sensitive skin, he jolted.
“Ah...”
“You good?” I asked roughly.
He nodded, though he didn’t reply because the back of his hand was shyly pressed to his mouth.
I smirked. I’d get him to remove that barrier soon enough.
My crusade continued. I didn’t miss an inch of Poppy’s skin—it was all buried in kisses.
And each time, Poppy rewarded me with a gut-wrenchingly erotic sound that shot straight to my balls.
At this point, I was ready to explode, but I didn’t give a shit.
Pleasuring Poppy and hearing the fruits of my labor coming out in soft sighs and moans was worth delaying my own gratification.
The heady scent of Poppy’s arousal filled my nose, thick and enchanting. Every breath of it stoked the flames licking up my insides. Sweat beaded my bare back and dampened the hair on the nape of my neck. I was burning up with lust, hotter than a furnace.
As my lips grazed the tip of Poppy’s cock, he sucked in a sharp breath, then released it in a long moan. The sound sent a shudder trickling down my spine. Fuck, every sound he made was so hot.
“Viol,” he murmured.
My eyes clenched shut as a second shudder ripped through me.
Shit. Hearing him say my name in that tight, raw voice was even hotter.
As if succumbing to instinct, my body moved on its own. My mouth parted and engulfed the head of Poppy’s cock.
He cried out, arching his back against the bed.
I gave him a second to acclimate to the shock, then slowly dragged my tongue back and forth along his sensitive skin.
The high keening sounds that squeaked out of Poppy were adorable.
I could tell it was becoming difficult to control himself.
That was fine by me. I wanted him to break free of his meekness, to show me how he really felt.
I closed my eyes and lost myself to pleasure. The hot, salty taste of his skin combined with his luscious scent was deeply seductive. I was immersed in Poppy. I never wanted to climb out of the well he’d trapped me in.
Poppy’s soft moans filled the room. His hips moved in a gentle rhythm in time with me.
He never quite bucked or thrusted, but the subtle ways he angled his hips told me he wanted more, and I was all too willing to oblige.
When I relaxed my throat and took him deeper, he moaned so loud that he slapped his hands over his mouth.
I smirked, biding my time. I’d get him to uncover that sweet mouth of his soon enough...
My brain turned to mush as I sucked Poppy off. Everything felt warm and hazy and sweet, like I’d stepped out of reality and walked into a dream where life was perfect and my every desire was finally in my grasp...
But this is real, I reminded myself. My dripping sweat, my hot skin, my fucking boner... It’s all real.
I’m really having sex with Poppy right now.
No, that wasn’t it. This wasn’t just sex to me—to either of us. It meant more. It was the culmination of years of yearning and curbed passion. Of love that we hadn’t allowed to flourish.
My heart clenched with bittersweet pain.
He’s here now, in my bed, I reminded myself. I’m touching him. He’s inside me. He’s not going anywhere.
He’s mine.