Chapter 35
I LIKE YOUR LISTS.
Dallas
Poppy’s front door slams shut as I press her against it. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other the entire ride from the lake to her house. Now that we’re inside, they roam each other’s bodies as if neither of us knows where we want to touch; we just want it all.
It’s frantic and messy.
It’s hot and desperate.
I reach down to lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist. She grinds against the erection behind my jeans, screaming to be released. She bites down on my bottom lip, and this new side of Poppy is something I will never take for granted.
She trusts me.
She’s comfortable enough with me not to hold back.
“I need more, Dallas.” She pants, bucking her hips into me. “I want more.”
“Your wish is my fucking command, baby,” I growl against her skin, carrying her to her bedroom. “I fully plan to make you forget your name tonight.”
I stop in the middle of her room, she unwraps her legs, and stands in front of me.
I flip her around so her back is pressed to my front.
Looking over her shoulder, I see the vibrator that was delivered to my house by accident sitting on an end table next to a mirror in the corner of her room.
I angle her body until we’re both facing it.
She’s looking at me through the reflection, and my heart thunders in my chest. I reach a hand around her, brushing my fingertips across her chest and then her collarbone.
She shivers at my touch, but keeps tracking my every move.
When I bend down to reach for the hem of her dress, I pause, silently asking if this is okay. She nods.
I pull it up her body and over her head before tossing it to the ground next to us, followed by her bra, leaving only her panties on.
“I’ll never stop admiring how goddamn perfect you are, Poppy.”
I reach up, brushing her long hair behind her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to me in the mirror, and then trailing my fingertips from her shoulders, down her chest until I reach her nipples. Goose bumps pebble across her skin, and she lets her head fall back.
“No. Watch.”
Her head snaps up, eyes connected with mine again as she bites down on her bottom lip. Her one leg trembles slightly as she tries her best to hold it together. I cup both of her breasts once, playing with each nipple before trailing my fingers down her stomach, stopping at the hem of her panties.
“Please,” she whispers softly and breathlessly.
“Say it again.”
“Please touch me.”
“That’s my girl, but there’s one thing before I do…”
I remove my hands from her and make my way to the end table to grab the vibrator. I go to turn it on and it vibrates to life in my hands. I lift an eyebrow and smirk. “Have you used this yet, Poppy?”
She shakes her head.
“Good, because I told you I’d help you check it off your list. And I fully intend on making that happen now.”
She doesn’t move where she stands, but shock is written all over her face as if she didn’t believe me. I can’t help but grin wider as I take my place behind her again, watching her through the mirror.
Reaching around her, I tug her panties to the side with my pinkie finger, before lining the vibrator up with her clit. The moment it makes contact, she sucks in a sharp breath, and one hand involuntarily reaches for her breasts.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say against her bare shoulder, pressing my lips against it. “Do you see how perfect you are?”
“Dallas.”
“Watch,” I order, reaching further around her as I slide the vibrator into her pussy.
She’s watching intently as it completely disappears inside of her, and I can’t help but watch the pleasure on her face.
The way her lips form an O shape. The way her hand grips my forearm for something to hold onto.
The way her legs tremble from the intensity of it all.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out, rapid and frantic, rocking her hips as if she’s fucking the vibrator. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life watching her. “More. I want more.”
“You want my cock inside this tight little pussy?”
“Yes…please,” she draws out.
“On the bed, Poppy. Hands and knees.”
She does as I ask. I keep my gaze locked on hers as I turn the vibrator off, tossing it on the mattress before reaching into my back pocket. I put the condom packet between my teeth as I unbutton my jeans.
“Does it feel different without one?”
“A little,” I admit, taking the condom wrapper out of my mouth. “But I haven’t had sex without one in a very, very long time.”
“I’ve only ever been with you.”
Her admission is one I know, but hearing it again from her lips sparks a feeling deep inside that I can’t explain.
This urge to protect her, claim her, and never let her go is overwhelming.
She admitted earlier tonight that she belongs to me, saying I have every part of her.
At the moment, I couldn’t fully grasp what that meant, and I didn’t want to. My only focus was on her pleasure.
You have every part of me.
Her words ring in my ear, making me want to give her every part of me.
“If you’re okay with it, I can toss this to the side,” I say, holding up the foiled wrapper in my hand. She nods, and my cock stands at attention, pre-cum dripping from the tip, the moment I slide my boxer briefs down. It’s been craving to be inside of her since we were back at the lake.
Kneeling behind her, the mattress dips under me, and I lean forward to press a kiss to her ass before giving it a light smack.
She jumps and makes a noise that’s a mix of a shriek and a moan, and my dick gets harder if that’s even possible.
When I look at the mirror again, I see we’re both still watching each other through it from the bed.
I angle my cock up to her from behind, she arches her back, giving me better access, and I groan the moment the tip becomes soaked with her arousal.
“There’s no way I’m going to last,” I say, looking at her eyes through the mirror. And then I slide fully into her. “Fuuuck.”
“Dallas,” she shouts. I pull out of her slowly and slam into her. “Oh my god.” She tucks her head down, arching her back more to give me better access.
“Eyes. On. Me,” I tell her. “I want you to watch me fuck you, Poppy. I want to see those green eyes glisten as I take”—I pull out of her, thrusting into her again—“what’s mine.”
“Yes!”
Picking up speed, I drive into her over and over again, not taking my eyes off hers. I feel myself getting sucked into her through the reflection more and more. It’s not just about the sex anymore; it’s so much deeper than that with Poppy.
Everything feels deeper with her.
I feel things more intensely than I ever have before.
“Mine,” I growl, driving into her quickly, my balls tightening, and I feel my own orgasm building. “You’ve ruined me, Poppy Barlow.” I slow my movements, trying to control myself before this ends quicker than it started. “You’ve completely ruined me,” I repeat, my voice lower.
And it’s the truth.
I didn’t come to Bluestone Lakes with the intention of feeling anything for anyone, but sometimes everything you didn’t know you wanted doesn’t show up loud. It slides into place like the last piece of a puzzle, and you wonder how you ever lived without it.
“I’m going to come,” Poppy pants, pulling me from the heavy emotions taking over.
“Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you soak my cock.”
I thrust in and out of her, letting her orgasm build.
Pressing a hand to her upper back, I push her down lower, and I know I’ve hit the spot that will tip her over the edge when she screams my name like a prayer.
Her pussy contracts around me, and it’s enough to tip me over the edge, but I fight it off.
“Come with me, Dallas. Please.”
“Fuck, Poppy.”
“I’m on birth control. Please,” she begs. “I want to feel it. I want to feel everything.”
I growl, pushing inside of her as far as her body will allow me, forcing a shout from her. Driving in and out of her, our orgasms rock our bodies as nothing but the sounds of wet skin slapping together, and Poppy panting fills the air.
“Yes! Yes!”
I groan, feeling my abs tighten as I spill my come inside of her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I still my movements inside of her—holding her as if I never want to let her go.
Truthfully, I don’t.
It hits me that I don’t know how this will work beyond my time here, which only makes any decisions I have to make that much harder.
Once we both come down from our high, she moves to grab her clothes, but I sit her on the edge of the bed.
Wordlessly, I leave to find her bathroom and a washcloth to clean her up.
When I come back, I find her, naked, standing by her nightstand with a pen in her hand.
Clearing my throat, she startles, the pen flying through the air as her hand comes up to cover her mouth.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“I—Uh,” she says with wide eyes as she moves quickly to find the pen. “Nothing.”
I look at the dresser and notice her list is sitting there. Three check boxes, but only two of them have words following them. It’s her list.
When she finds the pen, she hides it behind her back.
Smirking, I step closer to her, pulling her naked body into mine again.
I’m instantly turned on again because I can’t help it when I have my hands on any part of her.
Dipping my face into her neck, her head rolls to the side.
I press a quick kiss to her pounding pulse before snatching the pen from her hands and lifting it in the air.
“Dallas,” she groans.
I move to the dresser where the list sits. I smile when I see “give a blowjob” which I already checked off. Clicking the pen once to expose the ink, I place a check in the box next to “try a vibrator,” then I turn to face her again.
“What will the third one be?”
She shrugs, and her cheeks turn red. “I don’t know yet.”
Reaching up, I brush a sweaty strand of hair away from her face, then press a kiss to her forehead. “I like your lists.”
“That’s because you’re on the receiving end of the things on that particular list.”
“No.” I laugh lightly, cupping her chin between my fingers. “It’s because your lists make you, you.”
“You…you mean that?”
I nod. “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it or not, but I like everything about you, Poppy. Now let’s get to bed.”
She doesn’t bother putting clothes on as she climbs into her side of the bed. Settling myself behind her, I pull her back to my front and hold her the way I’ve been desperate to hold onto her from just moments ago when we were in the moment.
This time is different.
Everything with her is different.
“Good night, Dallas.”
“Good night, honey,” I say, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.
As my eyes fall closed, the last thing on my mind is how I could ever give this up if I go back to San Francisco.