Page 28 of Poppy Kisses (Return to Coal Haven #3)

Chapter Fifteen

Poppy

My back hit the cushions of the couch. I yanked Jensen down on top of me. My mouth was fused with his, but we had to come up for air so he could take my top off.

He’d thrown out the challenge, and the sex-starved goddess inside me had reared up to snatch it.

“I need you naked this time,” he growled against my lips.

My shirt came off. I wrestled with my bra while he grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged it over his head.

“Wait.”

He paused, and I flattened my hands on his chest.

“You’re so hard.” I felt up his pecs and scraped my palms down his abdomen to bump over his abs. His stomach muscles tensed and his breaths were shallow.

“You have no idea.”

“Oh, I do.” I unbuttoned his jeans. He was holding himself over me, with one hand on the back of the couch and one gripping the edge. His arms shook, but I continued, wrapping my hand around his hot length and pulling him out.

A drop of precum wet his tip and I spread it around. “I want to play with this.”

“Too bad. I want to taste you.” He pushed off and peeled my pants down my legs before shedding his own.

I didn’t have a stitch on, and fading sunlight poured through the window. I had the urge to duck and hide, but he was also gloriously naked. His erection jutted out, and I got the full view.

I cocked a leg up and propped myself on an elbow. “I mean, there is one way we can do both.”

His dick twitched. “Fuck me, Poppy. Are you suggesting a sixty-nine?” He raked his gaze down my body, and it should’ve been impossible, but his erection swelled more.

“Is that what the kids call it?” My face burned and I wanted to roll into the blanket I was sprawled on. Yet, I didn’t. Knowing we had an end date and that he wasn’t going to search for someone else until then made me so comfortable.

“Call it what you want, I’m in,” he said gruffly.

A sixty-nine would be the epitome of exposed. I wasn’t trained to look hot while contorting into sexual positions. Last night it’d been dark, and this time, I would be pushed into the couch. I wasn’t as insecure as usual around him, but my ass in his face in full light would do it.

He took my hands and pulled me up.

Startled, I landed against his chest. “I can’t do a handstand.”

“No, four-ten. My balls don’t hang that low. You’re going to sit on my face.”

Panic seized my chest. “N-no. I can’t do that.”

He lay down and rubbed his chest, his gaze eating up my body. “You can.” He stroked his fingers down to his erection and gave it a pump. “Get on. If you want to.”

He wasn’t issuing a challenge, or I might’ve launched myself onto his dick. My body hummed, wanting everything he had to offer. His tongue. Those fingers. His cock.

But sitting on his face?

He stroked himself again, his gaze roaming from my breasts to my crotch.

“Do guys really—”

“Yes. Whatever you’re asking, yes.”

“How can you breathe?”

“Smother me.”

A nervous laugh left me. Between his ravenous gaze, his pulsing erection, and the throb between my thighs, I wasn’t quitting now. “Okay, then.”

I shut my brain off and concentrated on his cock. It worked until his hot breath wafted over my pussy while my ass was in the air. My urge to flee kicked in, but his hands were wrapped around my thighs. The first stroke of his tongue and the following groan immediately settled me.

Arousal centered me. There was nothing but the two of us and the ecstasy we could give each other.

I concentrated on my task and matched his pace.

We fell into a mirror rhythm, and as my pleasure ramped up, I worked him faster.

He twitched more, his hips rolled up, and his abs clenched and unclenched.

I’d never experienced this level of connectedness and synchronicity before.

My climax grew fast and hit with little warning. I couldn’t cry out because my mouth was full, but a sound ripped from my chest. Just as I spasmed, so did he. I clamped on tight and rode out my orgasm while taking all of his.

I had to pull away from him, gasping for breath. My butt was still exposed, and dammit, I should’ve closed the curtains, but my brain wasn’t exactly online right now. Jensen helped spin me around and he gathered me into his chest.

I didn’t want to move. He was warm and hard and we were both naked and messy.

“Oh, shit, sorry.” He scooted up with me in his arms. “This is cuddling, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He released me, and I didn’t want to go. This was why I didn’t want to cuddle. I could sink into him and never come out. Just like now. I didn’t move. A couple of minutes wouldn’t hurt. “I’m okay. Trust me.”

“Me too,” he murmured. “You and that mouth are going to kill me.”

I giggled, tempted to trace through the fine hair sprinkling his chest. “I thought I was literally going to kill you when I sat on your face.”

“I would’ve lived and died well.”

I laughed and pushed at him. “I would not crush your head.”

He slid his hand down my body and squeezed my ass. “I want you to. Your legs drive me nuts.”

“What else drives you nuts?” The panic from earlier surged. Was I going to regret this?

“A lot,” he said, his voice low. “The way you challenge me or rise up to my challenges. You always engage, and that means a lot.”

There was something more in his meaning, but I couldn’t say what. Just another time I felt like he wasn’t saying everything. He was a guy who put it all out there while also keeping a lot inside, but all I had was a gut feeling.

“I like how you take everything with Auggie in stride,” he continued, “and I love seeing you charge ahead when something scares you. It’s sexy.”

Just like I found him calling me sexy so damn attractive. “I charge ahead just fine. It’s sticking it out that’s been my issue.”

“You’ll stick it out.” He said it with so much confidence that I almost nodded.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“You do, and that’s why you’re not going anywhere. You want to be here. You want to be with your sisters, and you want to be here when Clover finds her way to claim her property with that douche canoe.”

I giggled. “I especially want to be here if she marries that ass.”

“That laugh drives me wild.” He ran a hand up and down my back. “I hope you’re ready to go again.”

“You’re hard already?” He was. I moved like I was going to straddle him again.

“On your back.” He flipped us around so fast my legs flew up. “I’m going to drive into you over and over and over again until we’re both out of our minds.”

“Watch me rise up to that challenge.”