Chapter 28 Nick
Nick
Holy fuck.
I can barely stand up straight while Poppy swirls her hot tongue around the head of my cock.
I lean back against the wall and try to steady my breathing while she takes me deeper into her hot little mouth.
This isn’t where I thought the morning would go, but I’m not complaining. My insanely sexy girlfriend is on her knees, worshipping my cock with her mouth and tongue and hands.
Fake girlfriend.
Except nothing feels fake about the way she’s moaning softly around my cock or the way she’s gently holding my balls in her hand.
I feel her throat relax before she slides another inch of me deeper in her mouth.
Ah, fuck.
My knees buckle, and my dick hardens even more. Heat flashes down my spine, pooling at the base.
I’m hot all over, and my entire body is tense with the pleasure that this good girl is giving me.
So I stop focusing on the fact that Poppy isn’t mine for real. But this moment is real. Her mouth, her touch, her soft moans, it’s all real, and it’s so fucking good.
I close my eyes and groan as she pumps the shaft of my cock in her hand while sucking the head of my dick.
“Oh, honey. Fuck, that’s so good,” I groan.
She licks the underside of my dick, and a feral noise rips from my throat. I tug a hand through my hair in an attempt to ground myself so I don’t pass out from how insane this feels.
“You are a goddess with that mouth, Poppy,” I grit out as I struggle to stay upright.
She aims those big hazel green eyes up at me, then pulls off my dick with a loud sucking noise.
Her eyes are shy as she gazes up at me. So is the smile she flashes.
“I am?” she asks in a soft voice.
I nod, panting. “Fuck, yeah.” I reach down and trace her lips with my thumb.
“Open,” I growl. She does what I say and parts her lush mouth. I slide my thumb in, and she sucks around it, hard.
I shake my head as I stare at her, in awe of how dirty this good girl is.
“Filthy little mouth,” I mutter.
She smiles around my thumb, and I think about just how hot it would be for her to smile with my cock in her mouth.
She releases me, and I trace the hinge of her jaw with my fingertips. “I was always so worried that I wasn’t good at blowjobs.”
“Stop worrying. You’re fucking amazing at it.”
There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she smiles before licking the head of my cock again.
“Tell me how you want me to suck your dick,” she rasps.
I close my eyes to keep from passing out. Pretty sure that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
I’m lightheaded as I glance down at her. “Swirl your tongue around the head and keep jerking me with your hand.” I swallow hard. “Ah fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
I’m dizzy as she works me with her tongue and hand. For a minute, she gently sucks on the head of my cock while gliding her hand along my shaft.
My lower abdomen tightens, and that tell-tale surge of pressure hits.
“I’m close, Poppy,” I grit out.
She pulls off and starts to run her tongue over my balls. Still jerking my cock, she looks up at me, those pretty hazel eyes big and bright. She flashes the sexiest smile as she licks up my balls, and I almost blow.
“So…fucking…hot…” I mutter between breaths.
She takes me in her mouth, all the way this time. A rough noise falls from my lips. This sweet, genius girl has the mouth of a goddamn vacuum cleaner. I had no idea.
That makes her even hotter. She’s so sweet and cute and smart. But behind closed doors, she’s a demon.
She leans back a little, her eyes on me. With her mouth full of my cock, she flashes a soft smile.
Pleasure rockets through my dick and balls. That’s it. I’m a goner.
I unload into her mouth with a roar. Heat races through my whole body. All my muscles go tight. I lock my knees to stay upright, but it’s a struggle. That orgasm hit me hard, like a motherfucking freight train.
I tug a hand through her hair to steady myself.
I’ve completely lost control of my body.
Watching this good girl pull off such a sexy move has my brain and body short-circuiting.
Just standing is almost too much. I barely have the energy after experiencing the hottest blowjob I’ve had in a long, long time.
When she pulls off me, I’m breathing hard. I feel like I’ve done sprints across the ice. I haven’t come that hard in…shit, I can’t remember.
She stands up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
She aims those saucer eyes at me. “Was that okay, or were you—”
I grab her face in my hands and crash my mouth against hers. I kiss her until she’s panting and moaning and clawing at my chest.
When we break apart, she’s breathing hard. Almost as hard as I am.
“Don’t ever use the word ‘okay’ to describe yourself, Poppy. That was the hottest blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”
Her eyes go wide. “Really?”
I nod, chuckling at how surprised she looks. “Really. I almost passed out.”
She’s blushing, and it’s fucking adorable. I pull her against me and kiss her again.
“You’re lethal, you know that? Cute as fuck and beautiful, with the filthiest mouth.”
She chuckles against my lips, but I don’t stop kissing her. I can’t. I want her so much, so bad.
We break the kiss and rest our foreheads together, quiet as we catch our breath.
“So much for your rules, wild girl,” I tease, leaning back to look at her. “We’re just a couple of rule breakers now.”
She blinks, and that dazed, happy look in her eyes disappears. Her brow furrows slightly. Like she’s thinking hard about something. She blinks again, and the focus returns to her face.
She steps back and out of my hold.
“I should probably get started on my homework,” she says. “I don’t wanna fall behind.”
“Oh.” I look at her, confused by what she’s said. We just had one hell of a hot hookup, and now she’s thinking about homework? I’m not gonna be able to think about anything other than her for the rest of the day and tomorrow and the day after.
She fiddles with the hem of my hoodie, shifting her weight between her feet. And that’s when I realize she’s waiting for me to leave.
I clear my throat. “I’ll head out.”
I turn around and reach for the doorknob, then stop myself. This feels off. How did we go from kissing and talking to her pushing me out of her apartment?
“Hey, is everything okay?” I ask Poppy.
She smiles and nods, but I can tell it’s strained. She’s upset. Or anxious.
The urge to wrap my arms around her and hold her hits hard, but I don’t. She backs away another step, creating even more space between us.
A sinking feeling hits my gut. She doesn’t want me around.
I rub the back of my neck, hating the tension in the air between us now.
“Okay, well, I’ll see you later,” I say. I grab my suit jacket and tie, then slip on my shoes.
I head out the door as she holds it open for me.
“Bye, Nick,” she says in a soft voice.
I step out, and she shuts it behind me. Brody the asshole is long gone, thankfully. No idea when he finally left, but I’m glad he’s not here trying to bother Poppy anymore.
I stand in the empty hallway, my head spinning as I struggle to process what I did wrong.
Shit, maybe she regrets what we did? Maybe we went too far. I mean, we kissed on the mouth for the first time last night. And now, less than a day later, I’m making her come with my hand, and she’s sucking me off…
An ugly feeling rips through me. I think about knocking on her door and apologizing, but I stop myself. I need to leave. She made it clear she doesn’t want me around, so I need to respect that.
I shove my hands in my pockets and make my way down the stairs and out of the building back home.
I need to make this right with Poppy. I just don’t know how.