Chapter 33
Poppy
As soon as I fall back on the bed, Nick doesn’t waste any time.
He drags his tongue over my aching pussy. My eyes roll back and I’m making all sort of noises I didn’t know I was capable of making.
It’s insane how good he is with his mouth.
I should have known though. He’s an incredible kisser and very skilled with his hands. Of course he’d be dynamite with his tongue too.
He groans as he licks me again. A fizzy feeling swoops up my chest, almost like I’m overwhelmed at how much he’s enjoying this—how much he’s enjoying me.
I think about the look on his face when he saw me naked—how his gaze turned sharp and hungry. How hard his dick was at the sight of me.
He groans as he runs his tongue over me, and I moan. He’s worshipping me with his mouth and tongue and dick and hands. It’s the most incredible feeling.
Gently, he flicks his tongue over my clit. I cry out.
Pleasure simmers through my entire body. I’m burning up. My pussy is aching, and I’m on the verge of coming again already.
I tug a hand through his thick, messy hair, then press his face against me.
He lets out a rough, satisfied sound. “So needy for my tongue,” he murmurs.
“Sorry.” I let out a breathy laugh, a little embarrassed at how desperate I am.
He leans up and looks at me as he kisses my thighs. “Don’t be sorry. I love it when you grind on my face. It’s the sexiest thing in the world.”
He swirls his tongue over and over my clit again, and it’s not long before my entire body is shaking, on the edge of release. Heat pools between my legs. The pressure inside of me builds and builds to that inevitable point of no return.
A minute later, I come hard with a scream. I thrash against the bed as orgasm hurtles through me. All my muscles tense, and it feels like my entire body is on fire.
My brain goes offline completely. I can’t form a single thought. The pleasure is too much.
When I finally start to come down, I peer down at Nick. He’s looking at me with the smuggest, cockiest grin on his face.
“That didn’t take long,” he says. Gently, he thumbs my clit. “I think you can give me one more.”
I shiver at how sensitive I am right now. It almost hurts…but I’m still so turned on…
“I…I’m not sure I can…” I say, breathless.
“You can. And you will.”
The rough growl of his voice makes my pussy tighten. Oh. I think I like it when Nick tells me what to do in bed.
“You’re gonna give me one more orgasm, Poppy. And then one more after that.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he pins me with his sharp, fiery gaze and shakes his head.
“I don’t wanna hear anything out of you other than moans and screams. Understand?”
My chest squeezes, and my skin tingles at the shock of him being so bossy. Insanely hot.
My pussy tightens even more. When he runs his tongue over my aching clit, it’s not long at all before I’m coming once more, after just a couple of minutes.
I give him exactly what he wants—moans and screams. They’re the only sounds I’m able to make because I’m so overstimulated. All I can do is lie on the bed and thrash when yet another orgasm claims me.
I give him another, and one more after that. I don’t even know how many. At some point, I lose count. I’m pretty sure I black out after a while, too.
The soft feel of his mouth gliding up my tummy pulls me back to the moment. He kisses my breasts and my neck, then my mouth.
“You’re such a good girl, coming so many times for me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I shiver at hearing him call me “good girl.” I’m breathing so hard, and I can’t see straight.
“I’ve never come that many times before,” I say. “I…I didn’t know I could do that.”
“You did such a good job, honey. I’m so proud of you.”
He cups my face in his hand and kisses me. My chest aches at the sweetness in his words, how soft he is with me. I didn’t know Nick was like this in bed. I wrote him off as a cocky and selfish hockey boy, but he’s such a sweetheart.
After a few minutes of kissing, I start to feel grounded again. I want to make him feel good now.
I tug at his shirt. He smiles against my mouth and leans up to take it off.
My eyes go wide at the sight of his bare chest.
I’ve seen Nick shirtless over the years, but it’s been a while.
Oh my god.
He’s built like an Adonis. I knew he was in shape—he’s a college athlete after all.
But he’s a literal wall of muscle. I take in all the hard lines in his chest and abs. He has an actual six-pack. His shoulders and biceps look like they were carved out of marble.
I follow the lines of his body all the way to his waist, admiring those deep V lines that disappear underneath his joggers.
The sound of his low, rough chuckle pulls me out of my daze.
I clear my throat and smile. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare at you like a creep.”
He cups my face with his hand. “I like it when you look at me like that.”
We makeout for a minute, then I kiss down his chest and stomach. He lies back, groaning softly as I make my way down his chiseled body.
I pull down the waistband of his joggers and pull out his cock. When I feel how hard he is, I smile and lick my lips, then I lick him.
I’m swirling my tongue over the head of his dick when he gently pulls me off.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He’s breathing hard and his face is read. “I just…I’m not gonna last long. Going down on you was such a turn-on, and I’m on the verge of losing it…”
“Good. I don’t want you to last long. I want to you come hard in my mouth.”
He leans back and tugs a hand through his hair. He lets out a low, rough sound. “Fuck, Poppy. Your little mouth. So filthy. God, I love it.”
I slide him back between my lips, sucking him softly. Just like before, I jerk his shaft in my hand while I run my tongue all over the swollen head.
Above me, he lets out a slow hiss and curses.
“I’m close,” he mutters.
I look up at him and take more of him in my mouth, then hum around him as I work his balls in my other hand.
A second later, he unloads with a roar. I swallow his release, then pull off of him and wipe my lips.
He stares at me with a dazed look on his face, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, like he’s in disbelief.
Then he grabs me and pulls me to his mouth, kissing me hard.
“You’re incredible,” he says against my mouth.
I smile, pride swelling in my chest at how much he likes it when I suck his dick.
After a minute, we crawl under the covers naked, cuddled into each other. I rest my head on Nick’s chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
It’s not long before I’m yawning.
He kisses the top of my head. “Goodnight, wild girl.”
“Goodnight,” I murmur before falling asleep, feeling happier and more content than I have in a long time.