Page 84 of Sunshine
“You need to be quiet,” I murmur. “No screaming. No calling out. No cries to stop or keep going.” I set one palm on the mattress beside her hip and hover over her. “Got it?”
Poppy’s eyes dart to the little machine in my hand, and her tongue brushes out quickly. “I’ll be quiet.”
“Good girl.” I straighten and watch for that little hitching breath she did the last time I called her that. Poppy’s bare chest rises as her breath shudders in, then out, and my mouth tilts.
My girl likes to be praised.
Taking care not to touch her with anything but the vibrator, I set the buzzing head to the inside of one ankle. Power and gratification rise up as Poppy bites back a moan, then drops her eyes to watch as I run the vibrator up over the curve of her calf. I slowly pass her knee, move it up her thigh, and she widens her legs. My mouth waters as I watch her pussy pulse, juices leaking from her core, and I swirl the toy through the wetness clinging to her thighs.
She lifts her hips and searches for the vibrator, but I pull it back.
“Say please,” I tell her.
“You can’t make me,” she says breathily, her gray-green eyes shining with challenge.
“We’ll see.”
My dick is swollen and throbbing, so I unbutton my jeans and shove at my underwear, letting it spring free and then fisting it with a relieved moan. Poppy’s eyes fall immediately, her tongue sweeping out across her bottom lip as I give myself a couple of slow tugs, and with sweat beading on my temples, I fight to not think about her mouth around my cock and apply the vibrator to her opposite ankle.
Poppy gasps and swallows moan after moan as I skim the vibrator along her creamy skin—over her calf, the inside of her knee, the soft muscle of her inner thigh. She whimpers as again, I move toward her pussy, and again she rocks her hips seeking contact. I clench my jaw and watch her writhe underneath me, refusing to give her what she wants. What we both want.
“Say please,” I grunt as I remove the toy from her body.
Poppy is damp from head to toe, but she screws up her nose and presses her eyes closed as she tosses her head from side to side. “No.”
She’s so fucking beautiful like this, her body open and willing, hair sprawled out over the sheets, skin flushed and warm and glazed with lust. Vulnerable and trusting and willing to have fun, yet still so fucking stubborn. Her defiance burns me from head to toe, a bonfire of lust and satisfaction and frustration. She’s a goddess but I’m so fucking horny. I need to eat her, finger her, fuck hernow.
“Have it your way,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
I lose all sense of time owning the curves and dips of Poppy’s body with the toy. I coast the tip of the vibrator over the creases of her thighs to her hips, eliciting strangled moans that make me fist my dick with tight tortured strokes. When she tries to get relief by squeezing her thighs together, I’m a little rough when I press her knees even wider apart. She bites her lip, eyes closed and neck taut with restraint, while I trace the patterns of ink on her stomach and rib cage and squeeze her breast with a desperate hand. And when I move the vibrator over one stiff, pierced nipple while taking the other between my teeth, her fingers claw the sheets and her back arches with a tortured groan.
She gasps as the vibrator buzzes against the metal in one nipple, then the other, before I drag it down her sternum, over her navel, and stretch out over her to capture her mouth with my own. As my tongue delves deep, my cock makes contact with the firm edge of the mattress, and I roll my hips against it, humping it like a teenager when I find an angle that feels just right. Fuck.Fuck. She’s going to win. She’s going to break me.
I brush the toy over her swollen clit, and Poppy jerks at the contact—a violent shudder that makes me grin against her neck.
“You want to come?” I ask between kisses and strokes of my tongue as I work my way down her jaw to the hollow of her throat, keeping the pressure of the toy between her legs barely more than the brush of a butterfly’s wings. Her thighs tremble in reply. “All you have to do is ask.”
She lifts her hips, chasing the vibrator as I move it out of her reach, then drops back to the mattress with a smug tilt to her lips, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “I think you’re moments away from fucking me no matter what I say.”
Victory twinkles behind the lust in her eyes, and I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, my tongue stroking, slanting my head over hers so I can tell her without words what she does to me.
Then I increase the power on the toy and press it against her clit. Hard.
My hand closes over her mouth as she screams, muffling her curses, and I pulse the vibrator against her pussy, getting off on the way her body bucks and writhes, her hips roll, her thighs try to squeeze together, her knees dig into my sides. I keep it there, coaxing her closer and closer to her orgasm, then toss it aside, leaving her sweating and twisting in frustration.
“Quit being a brat,” I order, “and admit you torture me on purpose. That you like pushing my buttons. That you—my messy ray of sunshine—actually like being in control. Tell me how this is all a game and what you really want is my cock in your hand, your mouth, your pussy. Tell me you want me, and I’ll let you have it.”
Poppy’s gray-green eyes are hazed with lust and I lick the perspiration from her collarbone, groaning at the sweet and salty taste of her. She lets out a low, needy moan, and then her fingers are around my dick, cupping my erection in the curve of her palm, rubbing me up and down and making me drop my head back with a pained groan.
“I’ll admit I like pushing you to your limits,” she says. “I’ll admit I love knowing I drive you crazy. If you admit that you need to fuck me as badly as I need you inside me.”
“Beg me, baby.” My whisper is strangled as I drop my forehead onto hers and thrust into her insistent fist. She’s won and I don’t give a fuck. “Please.”
With frantic squirms and tugs, Poppy yanks my pants down my legs. “Please, Dylan,” she begs with panting breaths. “Please let me come.”
My sense of responsibility rears its ugly head just in time to remind me to put on a condom. I retrieve one from my nightstand, fumble it on in record time, then enter her with a desperate lunge, sinking balls deep into her tight, soaked core. Poppy gasps as she claws my ass and grinds against me, and I throw her leg over my shoulder to make sure I hit the deepest places of her. Her eyes snap closed, her pretty face contorts with pleasure, and I slam into her over and over, bringing her to orgasm within seconds.
As the rolling contractions of her core flutter to stillness and her leg falls to the mattress, I reach for the toy, still buzzing on the sheets, and slip it between us. I pump her shallowly as I hold the vibrator against her clit, sweating and grunting and fighting my own climax as I wait for her to come again. And she does, milking my cock for the second time in as many minutes, her feet scrambling to find purchase on the sheets as she shudders beneath me, her head tossing as she bites back the expletives she so clearly wants to scream.
