Chapter 28
I letPoppy pull me through the bar. It’s the only control she’ll have tonight. Once we step outside, she’s mine. In every fucking sense of the term. Mind, body, soul. Until I say otherwise.
My vision is lined with red, my gut throbbing with rage. The blond man touched her. Not once but twice. He felt the bare heat of her silky skin with his fingers and enjoyed it. I know he did. How could he not?
It should have been me gripping her hips and lifting her onto that death trap. My lungs sharing her breath when she stumbled onto the mat and my hands on her elbows, balancing her.
The world blurs into something entirely new. Unfamiliar feelings and desires blooming with stems lined with sharp thorns.
I’ve always been possessive of my things. I’m an only child and never liked to share. But I’ve never experienced this as an adult and never once over a woman. I feel like I’m choking on the urge to take her in the middle of this bar in front of everyone, suddenly more beast than man.
I’m at a loss for what to do, not trusting myself to make any smart decision. A bad, stupid idea is more appealing. I’ve never quite liked recklessness before tonight, and now I can’t seem to get enough of it.
Poppy’s pastel purple sundress swishes along the backs of her knees as she leads us toward an unfamiliar door. That fucking dress is an entire problem on its own. It’s criminal. So plain yet, on her, a masterpiece. I want to both shred it to pieces and insist she wear it more often.
The sign above the door reads Exit, but it’s unlit, as if the lightbulbs inside have died. She doesn’t care about that, so I don’t either.
One of the two thin straps at her shoulders is loose, slipping down for the third time since I got to her side. She tugs it back up, and I fix my stare on her back, where the band of a bra should be showing beneath the thin dress but isn’t. I knew there wouldn’t be one, not with how her tits bounced on that bull, but I needed to be sure before I punished her for it.
If it hadn’t been for the peek of pink panties between her legs right before she jumped off the bull, I would have assumed she skipped those, as well.
Another thing to add to the tally tonight.
Her hair is down and loose tonight, curled slightly and bouncing above her shoulders. I want it wrapped around my fist while I yank her to her knees and fill her mouth with cock. I’ve been rock-solid since I caught sight of her swirling that straw in a glass of whiskey. My favourite kind, I learned after drinking it down when she stalked away from me.
I bet she still tastes like it.
With an elbow shoved against the door, Poppy pushes it open and leads us outside. The sun has only recently set, the sky only dark enough to cast the alleyway in shadows. There’s no one nearby, the alley void of anything but a chair parked beside the door that I’d assume the employees use from time to time. One end of the alley leads to a fork that goes who knows where, while the other opens to the main street.
“The truck is out front. Why are we here?” I ask, not surprised to hear my voice sounding even grittier than it did inside.
Poppy squeezes my hand before releasing it. She spins on the heels of her pink, shimmering boots and tilts those plump, pink lips into a smirk. I drag my gaze over every inch of her body, from the heavy breasts that rise and fall at a rapid pace to the pronounced dip in her waist and swell of her hips visible even beneath the flowy material of her dress.
She’s gorgeous. I’ve always thought so. From the first moment I saw her, I was attracted to her. And that attraction only grew once we began speaking. Now, I’m lost. So much of myself that I thought I knew has been stomped all over and crushed, leaving me with questions and a burning need to hear her tell me she feels the same about me. Even though I know it shouldn’t matter. That it won’t lead to anything.
It’s warm out, even without the sun above us, but her nipples are hard. My mouth waters at the indents of the piercings looped through them.
“Do you know what you did back there?” she asks, drawing my attention back to her face, the sight of her flushed cheeks and wet lower lip ruining me.
“I think I have a good idea.”
“And?”
I take a single wide step toward her. “And what?”
“They’ll all have questions now. Word spreads in a town this size.”
“The only thing I care about right now is teaching you a lesson, Poppy,” I growl.
She bats her eyes, the picture of innocence. “Teach me a lesson? For what?”
I glance down the alley to ensure we’re truly alone and then grab her, shuffling us into the darkest of shadows. Tucked beneath an overhanging piece of roofing and inside a small dip in the exterior wall, I cup her cheeks in my palms and tip her head back before finally—fucking finally—kissing her.
She does taste like whiskey, just a tease of it. Enough to make my head swim. I’m feral with my kisses, but so is she. Our teeth bump with the frantic pace, our tongues hungry. I brand her mouth, marking it as mine with nips and sucks that she whines for more of.
For the one and only time tonight, I give her what she wants. With every pant and whimper, I dive down deeper into my need until I’ve burrowed so far it’s the only thing I know. She feels like paradise beneath my hands when I release her cheeks and hold her hips, pulling her against my cock, making sure she feels what she’s done to me.
“You told me I wouldn’t be able to get a rise out of you,” she moans.
Bending at the knees, I grab her thigh and wrap it around my waist, opening her up before grinding against her centre, showing her just how fucking naive I was. She mewls, fingers sliding through my hair, holding on tight.
My lips slip across her cheek, dragging the gloss from her mouth over her skin and down to the underside of her jaw. I suck on her pulse and get rewarded with a low, desperate moan.
“I was wrong,” I breathe, using my free hand to cushion the back of her head when it falls back against the brick wall. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That I couldn’t stand the sight of another man with his hands on you? That I’m barely holding on to my sanity in the aftermath of that little show of yours?”
She nods weakly, eyes glossy and dazed. “Yes. Yes, I wanted to know all of that.”
“Then I hope you feel accomplished, honey. Soak it in while you can.”
I ignore the curiosity that flares in her gaze as she stares between us. She lifts her hips, seeking more pressure between her legs, but I stall my grinding movements, keeping a hairsbreadth of space between us.
I pinch her chin rougher than I’ve ever touched her before, but not painfully. It’s more questioning than demanding. An inkling of something I’ve been wanting to explore more and more with each night we’ve spent together.
Her pupils expand so wide they swallow all but a sliver of brown. I use my grip to tilt her head further back, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.
“You knew what would happen when you decided to push me, right? Is that why you did it?” I demand, the questions skittering through the shadows around us.
She shivers, arching her chest toward me in a silent offering. I ignore it, even if I’m dying to bury my face between her tits and never come up for another fucking breath again.
“Answer me, Poppy.”
Excitement fills my chest as her silence stretches. It seems as though she’s just as desperate to be punished as I am to be the one to do it.
“Fine. Have it your way,” I mutter before dropping her thigh from my waist and nipping at her throat in an effort to leave a mark.
It takes little time to undo my jeans and shove them to my knees and even less to grab a fistful of Poppy’s silky hair and push her to her knees before me. A delirious grin spreads her lips when she hits the ground, and her hands find my bare thighs, nails lightly scraping over them.
I can’t ignore the sudden sharp pang of guilt when I catch a slight flinch in her expression and drop my stare to find the ground littered with tiny rocks. Maybe I shouldn’t have?—
Poppy presses her mouth to my inner thigh and bites down hard on it, pulling me back to the moment with the sting. She shakes her head just once, but it’s enough to have my guilt easing, no more second-guessing.
“Bite me again and you’ll remain here on your knees for hours,” I say, the warning as sharp as a whip.
She blinks up at me prettily and soothes the burn in my thigh with a flick of her hot tongue. “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck.
My knees shake at the shot of pure pleasure that follows her words. This is rare, I know it is. This moment. Having Poppy on her knees for me here, relinquishing the control she needs just as desperately as I do. There’s a reason for it. One she’s purposefully hiding from me and that I don’t want to know yet.
For now, she’s at my mercy, and I’m going to enjoy it.
With one hand still threaded in her hair, I drop the other to my cock and grip it tight, giving it a slow stroke. My tip glistens with precum, and before I have a chance to guide it to her lips, she’s pushing forward.
Mouth open, she slides her tongue over the slit and licks up the liquid, moaning when her lips close, tasting me. I tighten my jaw and smack my cock against her mouth, spreading the next drop of cum along her bottom lip. The muscles in my thighs grow tight enough to hurt as I hold back from thrusting all the way down her throat.
I loosen my grip on her hair for a moment, long enough to stroke the length of her cheekbone with my knuckle, revelling in the way she nuzzles into the touch. My chest tightens in a terrifying way, and then I’m holding the top of her head and sliding my fingers along the back of her skull, urging her forward.
“Suck my cock, Poppy, and if you do a good job, I’ll let that greedy cunt of yours come tonight.”
She doesn’t need further instructions. No begging or demands. Her mouth is hot around my dick as she works it slowly over the length. A palm cups my balls, working them with a light, knowing touch that has me half out of my mind.
Spit coats my shaft, dripping down her chin when she pulls back and laves at the tip. She sucks it between her puffy lips and strokes the underside before lowering her head further, taking me deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat.
“That’s it, honey. Relax your throat and take it all the way. Yeah—yeah, swallow like that,” I instruct her, white flashing behind my eyes when she does exactly as I say.
The tight walls of her throat squeeze as she swallows, and I puff out a shaky exhale and lean against the brick wall for support. Pressure builds in my groin, my spine tingling when she gags and drives even deeper, taking me so far she leaks spit over my balls.
Sputtering off a second later, she sucks in a long inhale and uses her hand to stroke me off, the other continuing to massage my balls.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Poppy,” I curse, already on the verge of coming. “I’m going to shoot right down your throat if you don’t tell me not to.”
She only watches me beneath thick black lashes that have started leaving dark stains beneath her eyes from their steady watering. It’s a sight to behold and one I never want to forget.
I’m too preoccupied watching her tears drip down her cheeks to prepare myself for the next time she takes me into her mouth. My balls draw up tight, and then she’s dipping a finger into her mouth, coating it in the pool of spit on her tongue before it disappears between my legs.
I feel it glide over the skin leading to my ass before beginning to rub it slowly as she watches me so damn intently. I swallow, but my mouth is bone-dry. I grip her head for dear life, shocked by the way I tip my chin and give her approval to do something I didn’t see coming tonight. Something I’ve never even thought of letting anyone do before.
She doesn’t take her eyes off me as the tip of her finger slips between my ass cheeks and circles the hole waiting there. My hearing blows, eyes rolling into the back of my goddamn skull.
Her touch is gentle, so fucking gentle that I don’t tell her to stop. A shudder rocks through me at the first hint of pressure against the hole, and then I’m coming.
“Fuck. Fuck, Poppy. Swallow it. Here it comes,” I groan, reaching above my hand to slap at the wall as her finger presses further, and I fill her mouth.
Throb after throb, I come until it drips from the corners of her mouth and slides down her chin. She pulls her finger free, and I go weak, slumping against the bricks and stroking Poppy’s hair and forehead and cheeks. Everywhere I can reach. Needing to touch her.
Slowly, she gets off her knees, and I’m forced to drop my arm back to my side. I wait for the moment to shatter, but it doesn’t. With the back of her hand, she cleans her face of spit and cum, and I watch, too enamoured with her to look away. Her cheeks are a deep red, and one glance at her knees has me dropping to mine.
“Shit.” They’re covered in rocks and dirt, and I gently brush them clean with my thumbs, trying not to be pissed with myself. “Do they hurt?”
She stands patiently and lets me do this. “Not enough to be concerned about. I like it, actually.”
“You like having sore knees?”
“If they’re sore from sucking your dick, then yes. Don’t you like having sore knees after licking my pussy?”
I glide my fingertips to the back of her thighs, humming low in my throat. In this position, it would be easy enough to lean forward and press my face between her legs. With my touch confident and steady, I slide my hand over the soft expanse of her thigh and dip a finger along the centre of her panties. They’re slick, her arousal soaked right through them. The lips of her pussy suck the wet fabric between them, and I bite down on my tongue hard enough I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed.
Poppy shivers, goosebumps appearing beneath my fingers cupping her other thigh. She chokes on a whimper.
“Garrison.”
I shake my head and push to my feet. I’m still hard, not even that intense of an orgasm sating me. “Not here.”
“Then take me home.” It’s the closest to a beg as I’ve gotten from her so far tonight.
I don’t need any more convincing. When she screams for me, no one else will be around to hear. It’ll be all. For. Me.