Page 139 of Home Field Advantage
“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 mytime 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 onthatparticular list.”
“No.” I laugh lightly, cupping her chin between my fingers. “It’s because your lists make you, you.”
