Page 34 of Keeper
He taps my hips for me to lift them so he can shimmy my dress down the rest of the way. Now I’m laid before him wearing nothing but my sheer black knickers. Bending at the waist, he presses his face between my thighs, dragging his nose along my pubic bone as he inhales deeply.
“Oh my God,” I moan as he hooks his fingers on the band of my knickers and pulls them down my legs. “Did you just smell me?”
“You smell so fucking good here.” He kisses my belly and crawls up my body, holding himself off of me with his muscled arms. “And here.” He kisses the divot between my breasts. “Here.” He kisses the space below my ear. “Here.” He kisses my lips. “Everywhere. And I’m going to fucking taste you again because you are making me lose my bloody mind, Poppy.”
I nod because, quite honestly, when he says my name with those sex eyes, I can’t think straight either. He spreads my legs and wastes no time swiping his tongue along my slit, groaning as he flicks over my swollen bundle of nerves. “I want to fuck you, Poppy. It’s all I’ve thought of every night since you came back.”
I moan and squirm, squeezing my thighs around his head and combing my fingers through his hair. “Me, too.”
He chuckles against me and swipes a few more times before kissing his way up my belly, stopping at my breast to drop a soft, open-mouthed kiss around my nipple ring.
He positions his dick at my entrance and then pauses, looking down at me with a heady look in his eyes. “Should I…I mean, do you want me to get a condom?”
I shake my head because I don’t want any type of barrier between us. I feel like we’ve been living with one for years and, for once, I want to feel him. All of him. I want to be as close to him as possible. And I trust Booker. I know he’s a footballer and has been with other girls, but I know he’d never risk anything with me.
“Make lo—” I pause, my face flaming red as I nearly repeat the same words I said our first night together. The same words that scared him away from me like I was a hot torch. “I want you to fuck me, Booker,” I croak. The words feel crass and cheap, but I need this to happen so badly, I feel like I could split in two.
“Poppy, you have no idea.” He moulds his lips with mine as he positions his bare head at my entrance. Forehead-to-forehead, he looks down as he thrusts into me. My shoulders rise up off the bed as he fills me completely. His hand grips my arse, fingers biting into me as he shifts in deeper. He drags his lips along mine and murmurs, “God, you feel so good.”
My hands grip his back muscles, my legs squeezing around his hips. “Fuck me, Booker,” I husk because I can’t say anything else. I just need to disappear into an orgasm as quickly as possible.
He kicks it up a notch once I’ve adjusted to his size and fucks me like the professional athlete he is, tipping me to orgasm within the first five minutes. Lithely, he rolls us over so I’m on top. He plays with my clit as I grind my hips on him and a second orgasm slices through me.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” His words speak straight to my heart. I feel it expand in my chest like a warm memory.
In the distance, I’m pretty sure I hear a neighbour yelling at us to quiet down. But we don’t stop. We don’t even hesitate. We continue on this wild ride because neither of us have a fucking clue where it will end up. Probably nowhere good. So I’m at least enjoying it while it lasts.
I just fucked my best friend.
After coming inside of Poppy, I realise without a shadow of a doubt that I have fucked up monumentally. And this time, it’s so much worse because I didn’t stop it when I knew we were going too far. I let it happen. Hoped it would happen. Did everything I could to make it happen. This is all my bloody fault.
I wasn’t lying when I said Poppy makes me lose my senses. Why can’t I get control of myself? All night around my family, I couldn’t stopfeelingher in my mind. Christ, that sounds stupid, but it’s fitting. She encroached my headspace, and I couldn’t get past the yearning I had for her. I wanted inside of her. Badly.
But I need to find that control. I’m not some fucking horny teenager who can do as he pleases. I’m an adult, and I need to find power over this feeling or I could lose her again. Maybe forever this time.
I need to fix this.
My head jerks when I hear the creak of the floorboards as Poppy scampers from the loo to her bedroom. Knowing I can’t let her go to bed like this, I stand and pull on a pair of shorts. Her dress has a laugh at me from a heap on my floor, taunting me like the moron I am. Gathering it up, I slip out to see Poppy in her room, bent over and stepping into a pair of shorts. She quickly grabs a shirt up off the floor and yanks it over her head. Her short blonde hair is sticking up all over the place as she looks down and tugs the shirt into place.
She turns when she hears my approach.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my gaze drifting down her body to see she’s in the Bethnal shirt she borrowed for the match. It’s huge on her, but my chest feels funny at the sight of her swimming in something of mine.
She eyes my bare stomach and self-consciously swipes her hands through her hair to try to tame the fly-aways. “I was looking for some pyjamas.”
I run my own hand through my hair, closing my eyes as I recall the feel of her fingers slicing through it as I tasted her.Fuuuck, that is not what I should be thinking about right now.Tugging on my earlobe, I ask, “Were you…erm…planning to come back into my room?”
Frowning like my question shocks her, she asks, “Did you want me to?”
I exhale heavily knowing that sleeping apart would be for the best, but sleeping together sounds like the more gentlemanly thing to do. But…it’s Poppy. I can’t do this with her. I can’tbewith her intimately. It’s too much. We slept together as kids, but not like this. Not since I’ve seen her naked. “Well I don’t expect you to sleep in here. I mean, not unless you want to.”
Her face cringes with a look I can’t quite distinguish. Annoyance maybe? She narrows her green eyes, her lashes covering nearly all the colour as she crosses her arms over her chest. “It sounds like you want me to sleep in here.”
My face drops. “I never said that.”But like a big fucking prat, I am thinking it!
“I know you, Booker,” she snaps. “I can read you like a book. Otherwise, why else would you be standing in my doorway and saying awkward things?”
“Because I don’t know what the fuck just happened, Poppy.” I let out a harsh breath. “I mean, I know what happened, but I don’t know what it means. Forgive me for not being up on the proper procedures for what happens after you fuck your best friend.”
