I pummel her from below, losing my mind. The pressure builds inside with each stroke. My limits are snapping, the little brainpower telling me it’s time. I flick her clit at the same time pulling her nipple through my teeth.
She thrashes and screams out, her cries echoing around the room. My cock swells and I join her, feeling the walls of her pussy convulsing and taking everything I have.
Her heart races against my lips, her chest heaving and body going limp. I release her hair, urging her face to mine, and kiss her.
“You good?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Never going that long again without seeing you.”
“Does that mean you like my idea of a morning wake-up?”
“Baby, your mouth around my cock as the first thing my eyes land on? Fucking brilliant. But with you, it’s always brilliant.”
“I almost made you lose control.”
“It was a choice between tossing you on your back and pounding into you or having you ride me. That was the extent of my brain capacity. I’d say that was losing control.”
“You had the capacity to decide; that’s not a total win. I’ll try harder tonight to awaken my savage beast.”
She smiles and my blood burns for a different reason. “How bad is my chest?”
I drop my eyes and smile wide. “Looks perfect to me.”
“Meaning my breast are completely covered with hickeys, bites, and scratches?”
“Like I said, perfect.”
She laughs, placing her forehead to mine. My cock twitches with her vibrations. “Seriously? Are you taking something? You can’t be ready to go again.”
“It’s you. That smile, the way you’re looking at me right now, the feeling of being inside you. Shit, baby, you fucking own me. My dick has a mind of its own.”
“I’ve waited a long time to break in my bed. There were a lot of things to cover and memories to make.”
“While we’re at making memories, let’s make a rule. Anytime I come to you after being apart, you greet me like last night. Naked.”
“I got creative knowing you were holding back.”
“I’m not complaining, but I’m also not apologizing for wanting to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“Sweetie, stop worrying I’m going to break. I’m athletic and my muscle memory is strong. It may have been a few weeks, but my body is used to you. You’re big, but I can handle it.”
“You saying I have a big dick?”
Her face goes blank and she shrugs. “I have little to compare it to, but guess I could have done worse. Maybe Dante can tell me about sizes.”
“You are not talking to Dante about my dick. Or any other dick, ever.”
She presses her lips together until she loses it, bursting into giggles.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I! Dante does not need to know how lucky I am.”
Pride surges in my chest, and I swing my legs off the bed, carrying her with me. “We’re done discussing my cock and Dante unless you want to lose me for a while.”
“That would be a shame.”
“After we shower, you’re making me those cinnamon rolls I spotted in the fridge last night, then we’re looking at apartments so I can put the deposit down and get your binders back.”
She sifts her hands through my hair. “I missed you. Bossiness and all.”
“Glad to hear that, baby, because when we get checked into the hotel, we’re back in bed until you have to work and I go to the airport.”
Her eyes flare before growing soft and she bends in to kiss me.
“Uncle Evin, please hurry. I don’t want to miss a thing,” Maya pleads for the umpteenth time.
“Know that, sweet girl. That’s why I got us the best seats in the theatre. But we also have a lot of time. The first show is still going, and they have to clean the theatre when it’s done. Go shopping. I’ll meet you all after I drop Poppy off backstage.”
Maya throws her arms around Poppy’s shoulders, muttering something that sounds like ‘best trip ever’ before she lets go. Mom, Jill, and Lynda pull her with them, everyone giving their good luck wishes to Poppy on their way to the theatre.
“Boys, tell me you’ll give me boys.” I bend to Poppy’s ear.
“Can’t promise that.”
“Can’t believe she’s dating.”
“Attending an eighth-grade football game to watch a boy is not considered dating.”
“I don’t like it. Pierce is out of his mind.”
“Pierce is going with her. So is Miller.”
“Don’t care.”
She giggles softly, but something is off. I twist her to me and notice her face pale. “You okay? You barely ate anything.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Nervous?”
“That has to be it. My stomach is swirling, my palms are sweating, and my nerves are on overdrive.”
“Because of the family?”
“Maybe? I was relaxed after our day. Then we got to dinner and it all went away.”
“Maya laid it on thick. She’s young and has experienced nothing like this. Her exuberance is over the top.”
“It’s flattering. But I want this to be perfect.”
“It will be. You’re working yourself up for nothing. Maybe when you see Dante, it’ll disappear. We threw you off your game tonight, only doing the late show.”
She nods, unconvinced. “I’m running up to the room.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“No, stay here and get another drink. I’ll hurry, but I need a few minutes to gather myself and refresh.”
“No,” I deadpan.
“Please don’t get upset. I just need to talk to myself.”
“Talk to me.”
“It’s not the same.”
It’s against everything in me to let her go, but she’s got a show, and the last thing I want is to stress her out more. “You have ten minutes. Keep your phone on you. If you need me, call.”
She flashes me a grateful grin and squeezes my side before scuttling out of the restaurant.
I make my way to the bar, noting the crowd has increased since earlier. A large group of men and women are in a roped-off section that is flanked with suited security. It’s a toss-up between high-rollers or celebrities.
“Hey, man,” the bartender approaches. “The woman in red wants to buy you a drink.”
I spot an attractive brunette staring openly with obvious intent. “Appreciate it, but no thanks. I’ll take a Black Label on the rocks.”
He’s unfazed at my dismissal of the woman, serving my drink and moving to the next customer.
I sip the whiskey, watching the entrance and forcing myself to give Poppy ten minutes of privacy.
“Must say it’s a first for me,” a female voice purrs from behind. I glance over as the woman in red slides onto the empty stool. “Never had a man turn me down for a drink.”
“I’m married.”
“Shame. I spotted you in here last night with your daughter and didn’t see a woman.”
“She’s my niece,” I correct her without thinking.