I give him another, and one more after that. I don’t even know how many. At some point, I lose count. I’m pretty sure I black out after a while, too.
The soft feel of his mouth gliding up my tummy pulls me back to the moment. He kisses my breasts and my neck, then my mouth.
“You’re such a good girl, coming so many times for me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I shiver at hearing him call me “good girl.” I’m breathing so hard, and I can’t see straight.
“I’ve never come that many times before,” I say. “I…I didn’t know I could do that.”
“You did such a good job, honey. I’m so proud of you.”
He cups my face in his hand and kisses me. My chest aches at the sweetness in his words, how soft he is with me. I didn’t know Nick was like this in bed. I wrote him off as a cocky and selfish hockey boy, but he’ssucha sweetheart.
After a few minutes of kissing, I start to feel grounded again. I want to make him feel good now.
I tug at his shirt. He smiles against my mouth and leans up to take it off.
My eyes go wide at the sight of his bare chest.
I’ve seen Nick shirtless over the years, but it’s been a while.
Oh my god.
He’s built like an Adonis. I knew he was in shape—he’s a college athlete after all.
But he’s a literal wall of muscle. I take in all the hard lines in his chest and abs. He has an actual six-pack. His shoulders and biceps look like they were carved out of marble.
I follow the lines of his body all the way to his waist, admiring those deep V lines that disappear underneath his joggers.
The sound of his low, rough chuckle pulls me out of my daze.
I clear my throat and smile. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare at you like a creep.”
He cups my face with his hand. “I like it when you look at me like that.”
We makeout for a minute, then I kiss down his chest and stomach. He lies back, groaning softly as I make my way down his chiseled body.
I pull down the waistband of his joggers and pull out his cock. When I feel how hard he is, I smile and lick my lips, then I lick him.
I’m swirling my tongue over the head of his dick when he gently pulls me off.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing.” He’s breathing hard and his face is read. “I just…I’m not gonna last long. Going down on you was such a turn-on, and I’m on the verge of losing it…”
“Good. I don’t want you to last long. I want to you come hard in my mouth.”
He leans back and tugs a hand through his hair. He lets out a low, rough sound. “Fuck, Poppy. Your little mouth. So filthy. God, I love it.”
I slide him back between my lips, sucking him softly. Just like before, I jerk his shaft in my hand while I run my tongue all over the swollen head.
Above me, he lets out a slow hiss and curses.
“I’m close,” he mutters.
I look up at him and take more of him in my mouth, then hum around him as I work his balls in my other hand.
A second later, he unloads with a roar. I swallow his release, then pull off of him and wipe my lips.
