“What’s scandalous are the things I want to do to you in my room,” I say, leading her down the hall. The wine has me feeling relaxed. I’m happy I got everything I wanted to say off my chest, but the icing on the cake was hearing that she has feelings for me too.
TWENTY-TWO
Poppy
This is not where I was expecting this day to go but it’s been better than my wildest dreams. I’ve had to fight for everything good in my life and things with Declan have been too easy. Too good.
His lips skate down my neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, nipping just below my earlobe. We stand in front of his dresser. He’s behind me and I watch him in the mirror. His eyes are closed but I’m just taking him in. Those large shoulders and biceps. The way his hand rubs down my sides. His sleeves are pushed up his arms, revealing sinuous, muscular forearms. The guys I knew back home were a bunch of scrawny eighteen-year-olds. Declan is the complete opposite. He lifts my sweatshirt over my head and his gray eyes cloud over. His teeth dig into his lower lip and my breaths pick up with anticipation. Last time we were together, I tried to speak to him about sex and he shut me down. After, I felt grateful because I don’t think I was ready. He just gets me so worked up, so needy that I wanted all of him, not completely understanding what was involved. Since then I’ve had time to think. Time to consider my feelings. He admitted tonight that he really likes me and I feel the same way. Maybe I feel something more for him. This broody guy has somehow gotten under my skin.
He nips and sucks at every inch of my exposed skin and my body once again hums with need.
“It’s not fair. Your shirt needs to come off too,” I play pout.
He grins devilishly and lifts it over his head. “Better?” he asks, revealing a body of an Adonis. Chiseled pecs, an eight-pack, and a smattering of hair leading down to a thick bulge in his jeans. A bulge I have shamelessly rubbed against and practically humped in my need to get off.
“Much,” I agree.
He grins and turns me around. His lips press to mine as his hands work to unclasp my bra. My breasts fall free and press against his abs. We kiss and the kiss deepens. Declan groans into my mouth and my hands roam up and down his shoulders.
He backs me up slowly as our tongues entwine until the back of my knees hit his bed. I lie back and Declan hovers above me. He pops the button on my jeans and I move my hands to his jeans, popping the button and unzipping him.
His cock pokes out of his boxers and a bead of cum rests at the tip. I lick my lips.
“Like what you see?” he asks, straightening out.
“Very much so,” I say huskily.
He quickly removes his jeans and socks as I push my jeans over my butt and pull them off. I shift up on the bed and Declan lies beside me. He pulls on my nipples and they pucker beneath his touch. I watch his nose flare and then he dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth. His mouth works my breasts over, paying attention to the left and then the right as he shifts his body so he’s hovering above me.
My hips begin to thrust, needing the friction.
“Declan,” I moan. My hands move from his hair down his back, giving his backside a little pinch. I push my center into his groin. I want him inside me, but am I ready for what that will mean?
“I’ve got you,” he says, reading how worked up I am. My body feels like it’s combusting with need. His palm dips into my panties and his thumb circles my clit as his palm rubs against me.
My moaning grows louder and I reach down and wrap my hand around his glorious cock. Thick but not too thick and long too. I wonder how it will ever fit inside me, but Declan doesn’t push the topic and neither do I. He works me over until I’m panting so hard and my hips thrust against his hand.
“I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Come,” he says breathlessly. His finger dips inside me as he pumps as his thumb moves in glorious circles over my clit and sparks erupt in my vision as my orgasm takes over. I cry out over and over again as my body bows to his ministrations.
I slowly come back down to planet earth but stars still flutter in my vision. My chest rises and falls but I haven’t had enough. I want more. I climb above him so that I am spread-eagle on top of him. His hard length rubs between my thighs.
“I can feel how wet you are like this. You’re making me crazy,” he says. Knowing I have this effect on him spikes my need all over again. I pull down his boxers and my panties shift a little sideways and I rub myself along his length. My wetness coats his length and his hips thrust into me.
“You’re so hot,” he says, using his hands to knead my breasts.
“This feels so good,” I say. “I wonder how it would feel fully inside.”
“Not yet, baby. We have time,” he answers.
I want to say that I thought he was over what happened with Scarlet, but his second sentence about us having time shuts me up because it’s so sweet that he’s willing to go slow. He’s willing to give what we have a real shot and that makes me super happy.
“I know,” I say and lower myself to take him in my mouth. When my mouth wraps around his cock and I suck him in, he gasps and his hips start moving.
“Come around this way,” he says. He maneuvers my body so that my center is now above his head. I’m pretty sure I know what is about to happen. He moves my panties to the side and his tongue runs along my slit. Need spikes inside me like a rocket taking off and I take his cock in deeper. Somehow we become a hot mess of him lapping up my pussy and sucking on my clit as I take him to the back of my throat. We are both thrusting and humping and I can’t take it anymore. I erupt like a freaking volcano, coming so hard I ride his face as his cock thrusts in and out of my mouth. Declan follows me into ecstasy and comes in my mouth, and him losing control only drives me harder as I ride his face faster. There are no colors this time in my vision. Instead there is a black hole of ecstasy I’ve fallen into and this time I’m spiraling over and over.
I startle awake. “Did you hear that?” I ask Declan. My head is on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around me. I don’t remember passing out but I do remember having the best orgasm ever.
“What?” he asks.
Then we hear voices.
“Shit. What time is it?” He almost jumps to a seated position and checks his phone. “It’s six thirty, the guys must be back early.”
“What?” Alarm bells buzz in my head as I skootch out of bed and scramble to get my clothes on. “This is bad. Very, very bad.”
Declan moves fast to get dressed. His medium-length brown hair looks like he has some serious bed head. I look in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed and my hair is a frizzy mess.
“Shit. Shit. What do we do?” I ask him.
“I don’t know.” We both pace the room and the guys’ voices grow louder, although, I don’t hear Ryse’s voice.
“We didn’t clean up the kitchen,” he suddenly says quietly and he has a deer in the headlights look on his face.
“There’s two wine glasses and two plates of pasta. We’re so screwed,” I say.
“Yes,” he agrees.
“Seriously?” I scoff.