Chapter 34
I roll my lips,alternating crossing my left leg over my right instead of the right over left, fidgeting again. My ears stopped popping a few minutes after we took off, and once the pilot’s voice rings out, telling us we’ve made it to altitude, there’s an automatic change in the air.
As amazing as those few minutes with Garrison were in the bedroom before takeoff, we still have unfinished business. There’s a box with a thick red ribbon still unopened and tucked inside one of the cabinets with all the other gifts I’m curious about and an ache between my legs that was only mildly sated with his mouth despite the blood-singing orgasm.
I can blame the desire for more on a plethora of things, stemming from his good looks, to how long we’ve gone without each other, and straight-up sexual chemistry. But there’s a simpler explanation for it.
I missed him, and I’m greedy for his attention.
Garrison clicks open his seat belt, and I turn my head to watch him stand, stretching his arms. His eyes dart to the door separating us from the cockpit and then to me, lingering there, hot and heavy. My breath hitches, and then he’s striding toward me, desire a living, breathing creature inside of me.
“I hope you didn’t think we were done already,” he says, voice like gravel.
“I would hope not. There’s more making up for you to do.”
His eyes shine with amusement. “Do you have any suggestions as to where I should start?”
Uncrossing my legs, I spread them as far as my dress allows, knowing I’m bare beneath it.
“You haven’t even kissed me yet,” I tease, watching his eyes drop, following the movement, feral want slashing across his features.
“Can I correct my mistake?”
“Mm,” I hum, nodding. “You’d better.”
He pounces on me. With two arms caging me in, his hands gripping the armrests of my chair, he drops his head, and I meet his lips halfway.
There’s nothing sweet about the way our mouths crash against one another, rough breaths escaping us both in silent battle cries. It’s a flurry of desperate movements, both of us too lost in our want to care about making sure our teeth aren’t clacking and our tongues aren’t messy.
With shaking hands, I grab his face and pull him closer, whimpering at the new sensation of scruff against my palms. Just like the first time I felt it burn my inner thighs with him between them, it drives me to insanity.
“Bedroom,” I gasp.
He answers with a nip at my bottom lip, and then he’s hauling me up and out of the chair. His touch is hot and heavy on my lower back as he guides us through the cabin, our feet dragging on the carpet and lips attached.
We slip across the threshold of the bedroom, and then I’m falling backward, my back hitting a plush mattress. I push up on my elbows, legs open and chest heaving.
“Let me give you another gift,” he says, spinning to open one of the tall wardrobe cabinets.
I keep quiet, waiting. When he faces me again, the same black box is in his hands, the thick ribbon still tied.
Without hesitation, I take it from his offered hands and tug at the bow before letting the ribbon fall to my thighs. He’s silent as he watches me, expression guarded, and my curiosity multiplies.
Peeling off the lid, I stare down into the box and swallow involuntarily.
“It might be a selfish gift, but let me explain,” he begins nervously, his eyes searching mine. I nod at him to continue. “They’re the only thing I haven’t seen in your collection, and I thought—fuck, Poppy. I thought it would be interesting to try them together. Maybe I should have asked if you’re even interested in it or whether I’m reaching too far, but I’ve never wanted to try it with anyone before or even trusted anyone to do it with, and—I’m rambling again.”
I straighten my back, fighting the urge to stare down into the box. He needs my full attention right now. “Are you saying you want me to slip a plug in your ass, Garrison? And that you want to put one in mine?”
His cheeks turn a deep red, and it’s a goddamn sight to behold. A month ago, I never would have thought it was even capable to make this man blush once, let alone the few times I’ve witnessed today alone. For whatever reason, pride sparks at that realization.
He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I am saying that.”
The idea enthralls me far more than it surprises me. He enjoyed my finger there, and I’d be lying to say that hadn’t intrigued me.
Personally, I’ve never shied away from ass play. I can’t say I’ve ever taken a dick up there before, though. Not for lack of interest, but it feels more personal than vaginal sex, and I haven’t met anyone I’ve trusted enough to take that virginity from me.
That has very suddenly changed these past few weeks.
“You trust me enough for that?” I ask.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.”
A wave of emotion roils through me as I blink to keep my eyes from watering. It’s so silly to feel so honoured over this, of all things, but that doesn’t change the truth. And that’s that I do.
“Okay. Then yes. I’ll do this with you.”
He looks surprised before his features soften, eyes falling to half-mast as he takes the box from me and sets it on the bed. I wait in anticipation for his next move.
“You are incredible, Poppy. So far out of my league I can’t stop wondering how you’re here right now, in front of me, in my arms.”
He cups my cheeks and tips my head back before brushing his lips over mine, caressing them. I close my eyes and chase his mouth when he moves to pull back.
“I need you out of your clothes. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to touch you,” I murmur.
“Okay, honey.”
Stepping back, he starts unbuttoning his shirt before shrugging it down his shoulders and setting it on the side of the bed. His belt comes next and then his pants. In only his black briefs, he stands confidently in front of me. The long, rigid outline of his cock in the tight fabric makes my mouth water.
I’m leaning forward without realizing it as he drops the last piece of clothing and lets me continue my perusal. Jealousy sparks when he grips his cock and gives it a tight stroke from bottom to top. The tip shines, glossy with his arousal, and I reach out my hand.
He moves forward, thighs hitting the mattress. I take him in my hand and sigh, curling my fingers around the thick, hot shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses, holding himself still.
“How many times did you stroke yourself over the past week, wishing it was me?”
His eyes flare, wildfire blazing within them. “I lost count.”
“Good.”
“I want your dress off,” he growls.
“So take it off.”
I stroke him again, continuing to work him at a slow, torturous pace. Only when he lurches forward to tear at the straps of my dress do I release him, albeit reluctantly. He shoves the thin straps down my arms and yanks the top of the dress down to expose my strapless bra. My nipples are hard inside the cups, brushing against the material over and over, working me up.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your body?” he asks, the question almost angry.
“No.”
“Another mistake.” Reaching behind me to grasp at the band of the bra, he unhooks it and watches as it falls to expose my heavy breasts. “You’re a work of art.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, believing him without a doubt.
“I’ve never held something so magnificent in my hands before,” he adds, so quietly I almost miss the words. “So custom-made for me.”
The first brush of his fingers over my nipples has me shaking, my head falling back. Sitting like this, I know my belly has more than one roll beneath my dress, and my thighs lie flat and full on the mattress, the cellulite obvious. I’m curvier than curvy, thicker than I wished I was at multiple times over my life. I’ve grown to love those things about me. Worked on my confidence over the years so I didn’t feel like I had to hide my beauty beneath baggy clothes that I bought knowing they’d hang off my body.
I don’t need a man to tell me I’m beautiful to believe it. Bur hearing the words from Garrison right now—the sincerity so clear in them—is something out of my fantasies. I believe him. And it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes.
The soft pad of his finger brushes the skin beneath my eye as he wipes away the single tear that’s escaped.
“Let me worship you, baby,” he says.
I tip my chin and hold his gaze, letting it stabilize me. He smiles softly and moves onto the bed. Dropping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and moans around the sensitive peak. His tongue circles it as he sucks, and he pinches the other with his thumb and forefinger, rolling it slowly, the ring tugging with a soft pressure.
My breathing shallows, sparks zapping between my legs. He takes his time with my chest, driving me to insanity with every flick of his tongue and tug on my nipple. I’m writhing against the mattress, my hand on his thigh, fingers curled and nails digging into hard muscle.
Finally, he sits back and urges me onto my back. I scoot up the bed and let him work my dress up my body, lifting my arms when he pulls it over my head and then tosses it aside.
“Tell me what you need from me,” he says, stroking my inner thigh, working his way closer to my pussy.
I ache with anticipation, the thrum of arousal heavy in my veins. “I need something inside of me. I’m too empty.”
A long, warm finger slips between my legs before sliding deep. I stretch to accommodate him, but I immediately want more. Need more.
“More.”
He adds a second finger, and I arch my back, breasts pointed skyward. Pleasure burns in my gut. Every curl of his fingers has them brushing the soft spot inside of me, and black spots speckle my vision.
“Yes,” I moan, jerking my hips to meet his thrusts. “More.”
“More? You need something thicker, hmm?”
“Your cock, Garrison. I need your fucking cock.” I shake my head to clear it, trying to focus on what we spoke about earlier. “But not yet.”
“What do you want first?” he asks, almost timidly. A far cry from the blunt confidence I’m so used to from him.
“Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” he admits.
I smile at the return of his confidence. “So would I.”
Rolling off the bed, I reach for the box on the floor and flick off the lid. The two teardrop-shaped butt plugs sit inside, along with a bottle of lube and a toy that I’m unfamiliar with. There’s a dildo on one end of it and a smaller piece that looks like it also goes inside . . .
My cheeks blaze. It’s a dildo that I’d wear inside of me while also using on him. Jesus, I’m hot. Damn near sweating.
“Not right now,” Garrison interrupts my train of thought, a hand stroking my bare back. “But sometime.”
“You can grovel without letting me fuck your ass,” I blurt out.
“Maybe that’s what my train of thought was at first, but it’s not anymore.”
“You actually want that?”
“Without a doubt, Poppy.”
I feel light-headed, the plane spinning while flying straight. Warmth fills me from head to toe, sunbeams exploding from deep in my chest.
“Then yes, Garrison. We’ll do that sometime.”
He makes a soft noise of agreement while I pick up one of the plugs and the bottle of lube. Placing my knees back on the back, I look up and gasp.
The sight of Garrison on his hands and knees, the sharp, muscled lines of his body relaxed and waiting, has me fighting for breath. He’s stunning, the god to my goddess. A work of art.
Strong thighs speckled with dark hair, a round ass that I would have to be blind not to be jealous of, and a narrow set of hips that carry into a slim waist. The hands pressing into the mattress are large, with veins running up the tops and new calluses that he’s gained over his time on the ranch. I want them scraping all over my naked body, and I’m tired of waiting.
“I’ve never done this to anyone before,” I warn softly, moving to kneel behind him.
He shudders when I set my hands on his lower back and rub, my thumbs digging into the muscle. I lean forward and press my mouth above my hands, peppering him with gentle kisses. Reminders that this is me with him here and that he’s safe.
“I haven’t either,” he says on a long exhale.
I swallow and nod, the action for myself more so than him. The shallow ache between my legs as I drift one hand over his stomach and to the hard cock hanging in wait tells me everything I need to know. I’m incredibly turned on by this, and I won’t allow my nerves to ruin the experience for the both of us.
Garrison spits a curse when I stroke him, rubbing my thumb over the slick tip and smearing it down the shaft. With a final kiss to his back, I reach for the lube and pop the cap before increasing the pace of my strokes.
“This might be cold,” I warn.
He jerks forward at the first drip of the lube down the crack of his ass. I watch it slide between his cheeks, enthralled with the view. Then, I say fuck it to my nerves entirely and drop the bottle to the bed before following the line of lube with my finger.
With my finger slick, I circle the hole, rubbing it at a testing, slow pace. I’ve already done this with him, but it feels different this time. This is more serious, an event neither of us will be forgetting anytime soon.
“Relax into the feeling,” I tell him when he tenses on instinct.
Concentrating on keeping an even pace with my strokes over his cock, I tighten my grip and cautiously press forward, just enough for the tip of my finger to slip inside.
“Poppy,” he grits out.
I still my movements, waiting.
His head falls forward, hair flopping in his face as he groans low and long. “Push it in. I’m ready.”
He is. My finger slides in to the first knuckle, and he huffs a breath as I keep it there, waiting a few seconds before carefully withdrawing and pushing it back in, a bit further this time. He shifts on his knees, thrusting his cock in my grip as I continue stretching him around my finger.
I puff an exhale and fold myself over his back, my thighs wet with my arousal. My lips are dry as I concentrate on working his ass, so close to reaching the final knuckle that I can hardly think of anything besides giving him pleasure.
“Almost there,” I coo.
“The plug—” he gasps, spine jerking beneath me. “Put it in now.”
His cock throbs in my palm, and a spike of jealousy sends me tumbling through my mind. I want him inside of me, want to feel him throb buried to the hilt, not before.
Moving in fast-forward, I remove my finger and release his cock to lube up the plug and drip another glob down his crack. The silicone is soft and thin enough to be meant for this type of moment, and I use that to my advantage.
I stare down at the plug between my fingers and line it up where I need it before slowly, so fucking slowly, pushing it inside his tight hole. Brows two harsh slashes over my eyes, I focus on keeping my movements steady and sink it deeper, his groans making it ten times harder not to shove it in all at once.
“Don’t come,” I snap. “You’ll fuck me first.”
His laugh is a harsh noise. “Hurry the hell up, then.”
I bite down on my lip and bury the rest of the plug inside of him, the muscle loosening beautifully around it. He shoves back against me and slaps a hand to the bed, and then we’re moving. His face is above me, and I’m on my back, two hands gripping my ankles and pushing them into the air.
The hot, wet tip of his cock smacks against my pussy as he settles between my legs at the edge of the bed and drapes my calves over his shoulders.
“Tell me if you want me to wear a condom, honey. If not, I’m going to slide deep just like this,” he warns, sounding downright guttural.
“No condom. I want you bare—” I cut myself off with a scream as he thrusts forward and buries himself to the hilt in a single move.
Blissfully full, I shoot my arms out in front of me and grab at him. My nails cut across his chest, decorating the pale skin in marks that he stares down at, a feral grin parting his lips.
“That’s it. Mark me up. Missed it. Missed you. Fuck, baby,” he rushes out, his pupils blown, glazed.
“Deeper,” I demand through clenched teeth.
Clutching at my hips, he tugs me closer, shifting into a deeper position. Stars flash across my vision, black dimming the edges with every thrust. I’m floating, half in this plane and half in another universe where there’s only me and him and him and me.
He bears down on me and turns his head to kiss my ankle before reaching around my legs to rub my clit. One touch is enough to bring me to my release, but two have me tumbling off a cliff and diving into euphoria.
I come hard and unforgivingly, my walls squeezing around his cock as my back arches and mind melts. A pulsing silence fills my ears as I buck against him, and he shouts, following right after me.
“Take it, Poppy. Take me. Fucking take it all.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumble, nodding through my orgasm.
His warmth floods me, bringing an aftershock of pleasure with it. He lowers my legs and wraps them around his waist before leaning over my body and kissing my belly and breasts.
He hums and pants into my skin, and I cup the back of his head, holding him there. Silence envelops us, and I let my eyes drift shut, listening to the sound of his breathing.
“That was . . .” he starts, nuzzling against me.
I scratch his scalp, nodding. “Incredible? Brain melting?”
“Something like that.”
“Do you need me to take it out now? Are you uncomfortable now?”
“Not yet. Let me hold you like this for a little while longer first.”
Something inside of me keens at his words, and I settle against the mattress, completely at peace. I soak in this moment, not out of fear of it being the only one we ever have but because I’m excited for how many more are to come.
This feels like the start of something I’ll wait forever to see through to the end.