Chapter 6
Chapter Six
POPPY
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble to myself as I strip off this gingerbread onesie for the second time tonight, except this time it’s in my bedroom, not his.
My body is still thrumming with electricity, and my head is in full panic mode.
“What was I thinking trying to seduce Landon like that?” I crawl under the covers and bury my face into my pillow while I scream my frustration.
Once I let it all out, I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.
We’ve been dancing around each other since we met, the sexual tension firing up the moment we are in the same room, but both of us have been holding back. I’ve been trying to ignore it, but tonight, I wanted to feel something.
There’s no question why I did it, the stupid text messages in the work group chat that I let get to me, causing me to step over the line we had agreed to draw in the sand between us.
After seeing the pictures of Dean and Kyra, our station’s probationary officer, I felt like I’d been replaced by a younger shinier model, and even though I don’t want Dean, it still hurts.
I wanted to know someone still found me sexy, that I still had what it takes to make a man quiver as he comes deep inside me.
I flirted with him and pushed him to touch me.
And oh God, what a touch it was. My body is still vibrating with the aftereffects of the anticipation of him fucking me.
I thought it was just sex I wanted, but the moment he kissed me, I was gone, spiraling, because it was so much more.
The connection was like nothing I’ve ever felt.
My mind started racing to places it shouldn’t, and I was lost in his vortex.
He had control of me in a way I’m not used to, and I yielded willingly.
It was breathtaking, and all I could think of as I scrambled to get dressed was how do I get him to do that again, and next time, not stop?
Because I’m scared that our window of opportunity just slammed shut.
We promised each other it was just for one night. I would help him feel good, and he would unknowingly restore my confidence that I won’t be alone forever. He tried so hard to hold back, but I pushed him until he snapped, and it was glorious to watch.
The moment he opened the door this afternoon I knew we were in trouble. The way he looked at me like he wanted to eat me on the spot but tried to cover it up with his comedic response. My brain went “fuck it, I want this man, and I’m not pretending anymore.”
And tonight, I was ready to take what I wanted, but it was over before we got to the good part.
So now, I have no idea where I stand because I didn’t stay around long enough to find out.
The way he barked at me to get dressed, I knew it was over…
for tonight, anyway. What comes next, I don’t know.
But what I do know is that tomorrow I have to show up at his place like nothing happened and carry on being his nanny.
His kids will always come first, and I wouldn’t expect anything less from him or from me.
Closing my eyes, I can still see him, shirtless in his black pants, knowing that what he has under them is large after skimming it with my hands.
I wish we didn’t have to stop. I wanted to take his cock in my hand and drag one of those deep groans from him as I pull him.
Dropping to my knees and opening wide for him to fuck my mouth, slide his fingers into my hair and pull tight.
Using me to make himself come down my throat.
Licking my lips, I imagine what he tastes like.
I’m confused by the way I wanted him to take me because I’m not one to give up control in my life, but with him, I know it would be worth it.
Just thinking about it makes the sexual tingling in my body worse. I need relief. I work my hand under my panties, feeling how wet I am, and it’s all because of him. Dragging my finger through my folds, I settle on my clit and can’t help the moan coming from my lips.
The more I work myself into a frenzy, all I can hear is his deep sexy voice in my head telling me, “You are not going to come until I tell you to,” and I can’t get past it. The more I rub myself, it’s like my orgasm is just out of reach, and I scream inside my head with so much sexual frustration.
“Bastard,” I whimper as my phone alerts me to a message from him.
Landon: We need to talk.
Poppy: Not now, busy.
That’s all I can manage to type one-handed while I’m searching for my vibrator I packed from home.
Landon: Now! Answer the call.
Oh lordy, he is FaceTiming me. I should ignore it, but I can’t. I’m too desperate to let the explosive orgasm ravage me, and I can’t get there on my own.
The moment I accept the call, his face fills the screen, and he growls at what he sees.
“I told you I control your orgasms tonight! Get those blankets off and prop that phone where I can see your body. I don’t care how cold you are.” Listening to his demand is just what I need. Thank God Mom’s bedroom is at the other end of the house, and I have my phone turned down low.
Kicking my feet like crazy, the bedding flies down to the end of the bed, and I then use them to prop my phone so he can see me, all of me.
“I’m not cold,” I mumble, and he sniggers.
“I bet you’re burning up. The flush on your body tells me you’re so fucking turned on.
Show me. Get that underwear off, I want to see your pretty little pussy dripping from thinking about me touching you.
” His eyes are so dark staring at me as I momentarily take my hand out and slip off my panties and then my bra.
The cold air on my nipples is biting and feels perfect.
“Absolutely stunning.” I can barely hear his gravelly whisper, but his pupils dilating and the pain on his face tells me his anguish at not being here with me.
He props his phone on his nightstand, and that’s when I see he’s just in his underwear, and there is no hiding how hard he is. Just that vision of what I’m doing to him has my heart pounding harder than I thought was possible.
“Please, Landon, I…” I can’t even describe how on edge I am.
“What do you want, temptress, to come? Is that it?” That rasp does things to me I didn’t think were possible with just a voice.
And at the same time, he pushes his boxers off and I finally see his cock in all its glory.
Standing strong, engorged, and the tip glistening in the lamplight from the precum.
“Yesss,” I moan.
“You will wait until I allow it.” Leaning back on his headboard, he strokes his cock slowly, taking in the show.
I bite down on my lip so hard to stave off my release because I have this unwavering need to please him.
“Stick two fingers in, I want to hear what a mess you are.” Quickly I push them inside myself and leave my thumb on my clit and start moving.
“Yes, like that. Fuck yourself and picture it’s this cock in there, driving into you so hard that you can’t breathe.
” His voice is not as solid now; he is struggling to hold on too.
The moans coming from my lips are wild and frenzied.
“Squeeze that tit. I want it all, show me how you like it.” My left hand jumps to my breast, molding it rapidly, knowing no matter what he says, I’m about to explode.
I don’t think I can hold onto this much longer.
“Take your nipple between your thumb and finger, and when I tell you, you are going to pinch and pull it so tightly as you scream my name and come for me. Just for me.” He growls, his hand moving on his cock harder and faster.
His other hand is fisted tightly in the sheet beside him, and his breathing is rapid and heavy, like mine.
“Is this what you wanted, to bring me to my knees, temptress? Where I can’t stop because I can’t fucking resist you.” I can feel his deep stare boring into my eyes, even from the end of my bed.
“Yesss,” I drag out. “You played… the game… too,” I chant.
“But it’s not your game anymore, is it, temptress. It’s mine. You look so glorious like this. Flushed, sweaty, body writhing just for me.”
“Please…” I call to him, my body arching like he is playing me as his puppet on strings.
“Now!” His deep growl radiates through me. “Pinch it now and come all over those fingers, just for me.”
The pain that radiates through my nipple goes straight to my sex, my whole torso lifting off the bed as I turn my head and scream his name into my pillow to muffle the sound. With my eyes squeezed tight, fireworks explode in front of them as I almost stop breathing.
“Ride it out, beautiful, don’t stop. Feel it all the way to the end. Rub that clit while your pussy is clenching tightly around your fingers.” His words surround me as I feel like I’m in another world.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” His deep grunt has my eyes opening, and I see him come all over his chest, and it’s magnificent and powerful all at once.
All I can hear is both our heavy breathing that’s filling the silence of the night.
And as my body starts coming down from the high, the embarrassment of what I’ve just done starts sweeping over me.
I’ve never had phone sex before, but it’s the way I just let Landon play my body that has me so self-conscious.
Reaching down the bed, I grab my phone and the blankets at the same time, dragging them up to cover my naked body.
“Don’t do that.” His voice comes through the phone as I get comfortable again.
“Do what?” I ask as I look at him still sitting on his bed, completely naked and in no great hurry to move.
“Hide from me,” he replies. “You are a beautiful woman I wish I could lie with, wrapped in my arms, caressing you all night.”
How can he be so bossy and controlling one minute and soft and sweet the next. My mind is reeling, trying to jump so quickly between the two.
“I’m not hiding, I’m just cold.” I lie through my teeth as he starts to laugh.