Mature Content

Poppy

We stumbled around the road, lips locked together as our hands roamed the other's body. I gasped against his mouth when my back bumped into the car. Sun warmed metal burned through my clothes, but it had nothing on the inferno building between us. We were only kissing, and I already felt like I could combust.

His hands were in my hair and his lips moved to my chin, down my throat, and over the tops of my breasts. I held onto his shoulders, pulling him between my thighs and grinding against him. Each thrust drove the fabric of my shorts against my clit and made me see stars.

"We have to go to the house to get a condom," Noah said, breaking the kiss. Frustration dripped from every word, and lines tightened around his eyes as if he was in physical pain.

Disappointment spread through me, but it didn't lessen the desperate ache between my legs. "We can save that for round two," I insisted. "I just really want to come right now."

I yelped when he spun me around so I was bent over the trunk of the car, palms flat over the hot surface. Not sure where he was going with this, I widened my stance and leaned forward, putting a little curve in my spine to make the most of my larger than normal backside. The rumbling growl behind me told me he appreciated the view, and I smiled against the windshield. That smile completely vanished when he yanked my shorts and underwear down, leaving me completely exposed to the elements and to him.

"Noah?" I asked when a few seconds passed without him touching me.

Maybe he was having second thoughts about doing this here—in public. Private property or not, anyone could just drive up on us right now. Of course, that hadn't stopped him at the waterfall. I twisted to look over my shoulder, and my legs almost buckled.

His jeans were open, and he'd pulled his cock out. The swollen tip glistened as he stroked himself, stopping every so often to squeeze. I thought I had been turned on before, but I moaned in anticipation when I saw how long and wide and perfect his cock was.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, sliding my hand between my legs and circling my clit. "Come feel how wet I am."

Without hesitation, he cupped my pussy and dragged his hand through the moisture. Eyes half open with pleasure, he wrapped his dampened fingers back around his cock and coated it until it shined in the summer sun. My tongue darted over my lips, and I rubbed myself harder as I wondered what it would be like to take him into my mouth and lick him clean.

"Don't stop," he said, when I pulled my hand away to do just that. "Keep touching yourself and keep watching me."

I nodded and picked up the rhythm I loved that got me there every time. Noah's hungry gaze zeroed in on how I touched myself, as if he was taking notes, and his own strokes sped up. As pleasure bloomed in my center, it became a chore to keep my eyes open, but I wanted to see his face while he watched me come.

A breeze picked up, rustling the branches in the trees and sending shadows flickering across the road and our bodies. It was a cool kiss on my feverish skin, and when it curled around my limbs, I imagined it was Noah caressing me. And that was all it took to push me over the edge. I sucked in shuddering breaths as the tension gathering in my limbs reached its highest point. Toes curled in my shoes as my legs stiffened, and then the tension burst, like a damn breaking free.

I sagged against the car, barely able to stand, but I kept my head turned to watch Noah. He stepped closer to me, his hand gripping his shaft tightly as the first spurt of cum shot out, splattering over my bare ass. Finally, he released himself and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked, cleaning me up with his shirt before pulling my shorts back up.

The entirety of my stomach was red where it had been pressed against the car, but it didn't hurt. Because my brain wasn't firing on all cylinders yet, I nodded instead of speaking. Yes, I was okay, but I was suddenly afraid this entire deal between us was a giant mistake. Not because Noah had done anything wrong, but because I was going to compare every man to him forever. Without even touching me, he gave me the hottest and most intense sexual experience of my life.

Shit.

"Poppy?" he whispered, turning me around and kissing me tenderly.

"I'm fine. I promise."

"Good. Now get in your car and follow the drive to the house."

"Wait, you don't want me to go?"

I was confused. An itch had been scratched. Surely, that was all for one day. Philip certainly couldn't come more than once in twenty-four hours.

Noah chuckled darkly. "If you think that satisfied me, then you might want to rethink this bargain. I won't be happy until my cock has been in your mouth and in your pussy. Several times. That's what is going to happen if you go to my house right now, so you better be sure that's what you want."

My brain, my heart, and my lady parts all seemed to be in disagreement. One cautioned me to reconsider, the other warned me to take things slower, and the other told me if I didn't get my ass in the car right now, she would never cooperate again. Later, I could tell my brain and heart the orgasm hormones were too strong to fight against.

Jumping into the driver's seat, I cranked the engine and sped down the driveway. The rearview mirror cast my reflection back at me, and I didn't recognize the woman staring back. She was a wild thing of curls and pink skin and swollen lips. My breasts felt heavy in my bra, and I unclasped it, tossing it into the backseat. I wouldn't need it anytime soon, and I was too attached to it to risk losing it. Though, I didn't hate the idea of it joining Noah's masturbation rotation.

Noah's house was a beautiful, rambling farmhouse with warm white siding, a wrap around front porch, and dark wooden shutters. Not one of the modern monstrosities of sharp white and matte black. There was a timeless quality about it, and I suspected they had built it many years ago. Possibly over a century ago. A legacy indeed.

Before I could go up the steps, I heard a clucking noise and followed it to the side of the house. There, in a lavish coop of blue and cream, resided a little red hen who regarded me with beady eyes.

"Cordelia," I said in greeting, squatting in front of her and admiring her coop. "This is some place you've got here."

The chicken clucked and walked away, pecking at the ground. Clearly, she was done with me, but as I started to stand, a golden plaque over the door into the coop caught my eye. 'Beth's Chicken Bed and Breakfast.' Who was Beth? Maybe his mother or grandmother? But I had the sense they were both long gone, and the plaque gleamed like it was new.

"Poppy?" Noah called out, parking next to my car in a side by side.

He must have missed me over here. I looked at the plaque again with a frown and then walked away. "Coming!"