Page 45 of Broken Rivalry

A pure cocky grin full of pride appears on his face.

“I will fight Nessa to the death next time she calls you Small Prick,” I declare, a playful yet serious tone in my voice.

He chuckles. A light, amused sound. “I’m glad to have you on my team.”

I sit up, my eyes locked with his cock, and reach for him, my fingers brushing against his hard stomach.

He captures my hands, bringing them to his lips for a soft, lingering kiss. “We’re not going to have sex tonight, Poppy. I know you’re not too drunk, but I’d much rather do it when you’re fully sober.”

My fingers curl around his hard length, pulling him closer, not quite ready to let the moment end. “I want to taste you too. Just…” My cheeks warm, and my eyes flicker down to his erection before meeting his gaze again. “Just tell me what to do.”

He inhales sharply, his frame closing the distance between us. “Do as you feel,” his voice drops to a deeper, huskier tone, his eyes hooded yet ablaze with a restrained intensity.

I look back down at his cock, and without thinking, I lean forward and lick the drop of precum pearling at the top.

He hisses, and I take it as encouragement. I wrap my tongue around the tip as he slides his hand into my hair. I take him a bit more into my mouth and look up as I suck on him, feeling the weight on my tongue.

He grabs my hand and wraps it at the base of his cock. His hand over mine, he guides our hands, stroking the velvety softness as I continue to suck on the head of his cock. He lets go, and I continue to slide my hand, my saliva allowing the friction and glide of it into my mouth. Ethan caresses my hair and pushes his hips forward tentatively. My eyes meet his, and I open my mouth wider, taking more of him in my mouth, sucking harder.

Struggling to keep my balance with the action, I rest my other hand on his hard ass and maintain a smooth, steady rhythm, pulling back to below the head and then taking him into my mouth as deep as I can without gagging, encouraged by the almost animalistic sounds coming from his mouth.

“Poppy, princess. Oh God, your mouth is perfect,” he groans.

I press my tongue up on the underside of his shaft and apply a little bit of suction, enough to make my cheeks hollow on the upstroke.

I increase the pace as his fingers cradle the back of my head, his hip movements becoming more erratic.

“Princess,” he groans. “Princess, I’m going to come. If you don’t stop now—”

I want him to come in my mouth, and as his cock swells slightly, getting even harder in my mouth, a loud grunt laced with my name erupts from him as the first shot hits the back of my throat. I swallow it all and delicately let go of his softening cock.

He gazes at me, his expression inscrutable, then gently wraps his hand around my throat, pausing briefly as he guides me down onto the bed, enveloping me in a deep, passionate kiss.

Once our kiss breaks, Ethan subtly shifts, reaching for the comforter before aligning himself behind me. His arm, a blend of strength and tenderness, encircles me, drawing me into a close, warm embrace. Our naked bodies find a natural fit together, curving into one another. His breath, a gentle and steady warmth, caresses the back of my neck, its rhythmic whisper coaxing me toward sleep.

I lie here, sensing the gentle beat of his heart against my back. Closing my eyes, I’m enveloped in safety and peace, more than I’ve known in a long time.

As I drift into sleep, securely cradled in Ethan’s arms, a single, lingering thought flits through my mind: Is this serenity a mere fleeting moment, or will this assurance persist in the hard morning light?

Chapter 16

Ethan

The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a bluish glow over the room. I’m still on cloud nine, the memories of last night with Poppy fresh and vivid in my mind. Every fiber of my being wants to stay wrapped up in her warm sheets, to bask in the afterglow a little longer. The feeling of her soft skin against mine is a blissful torture. My hand hovers over her arm, wanting to caress her, kiss her, taste her again until she calls my name in complete rapture like she did last night. My hard dick hardens even more, and I wince.

No, now it’s not the time. I’m already late for soccer, and if I judge by the darker hues under Poppy’s eyes, she needs restful sleep.

Reluctantly, I pull myself out of bed, and as I dress quickly, she shifts in the bed, the cover pulling down, revealing one of her small, perky breasts.

I stay at the bottom of her bed, staring at her like a pervert, mesmerized by her pink nipple and the slight redness on her milky skin that I know is caused by the chaffing of my stubble. I let my eyes wander down to her pussy that is unfortunately covered by her duvet.

Are her inner thighs chaffed too? Is her sweet pussy still swollen and glistening from the pleasure I gave her last night? My fingers twitch at my side with the desire to pull the bedding down and wake her up with an orgasm, sleep and soccer be damned.

My dick twitches again as if it’s begging me to go through with all my lurid thoughts.

I shake my head. No, I have to go now, and we can always explore her pleasure again later.

If she still wants you, my little voice calls as I exit the bedroom.

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