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Innocence filled every caress of her tongue over the head of his cock, every draw of her mouth around it.
There was no wrong way for her to take him like this, but what she was doing was destroying his senses. His knowledge that he was likely the first to ever fill her mouth with a hard dick added to the sensual, heated pull, testing his control.
“Fuck, that’s it, Poppy,” he groaned as her mouth tightened around the head of his cock and her tongue flickered over it. When she rubbed that hot little tongue against the underside, right there where it was most sensitive, and she moaned in rising pleasure, he nearly lost it.
He could feel her pleasure in the act just as well as his own. She was sucking his dick like it was a favored treat. One she’d never had before, but one she’d longed for. Silken hands caressed the shaft, stroking in tandem to the rubbing caresses of her tongue and the firm draws of her heated mouth.
Little moans left her throat, sounds filled with hunger and her need for him, as the moist caresses sent his senses reeling.
Staring down at her in the shadows, the combination of moonlight spearing through the window over the sink and the under-counter lights she’d left on gave him just enough illumination to see her face. Sweet innocence and feminine need, pleasure and the need to pleasure.
He could feel his balls tightening, drawing beneath the base of his cock as he fought to hold back his release. Hard-driven and intense, his sexuality demanded he bury as deep as possible, mark her senses with the taste of his release and ensure she never forgot him. Never forgot his hold on her.
A groan ripped from his chest as the hardened flesh spasmed, spilling a pulse of pre-come to her mouth and causing her to pause.
Jack clenched his teeth, fought to pull back his release and ease the hold he had on her hair when her ragged moan filled the air and her mouth tightened around him, drawing, her tongue licking, searching for more.
He was within seconds of giving her more when a knock at her front door shattered the eroticism weaving around them.
“Come on, Poppy, I know you’re home,” a male voice called out in irritability.
Her head jerked back, eyes widening in sudden apprehension.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “John David.”
Her brother?
Jack eased back, realizing that the hunger he had to fill her mouth wasn’t going to be sated.
“Ignore him,” he growled.
“Ignore him?” she hissed. “He has a key, and he’ll use it.”
Fuck.
Forcing his erection back into his jeans, Jack secured the material and eased the zipper over his furious hard-on.
“You have to leave.” She was on her feet and at the back door next to him in a second, fumbling for the doorknob. “Now.”
His brows lifted.
Not that he wanted to see her asshole brother, but why didn’t she want her brother to know he was there?
The door swung open.
“You have to leave,” she demanded.
“Ashamed of me, baby?” he drawled, watching the little flush that crawled under her skin.
“I’ve never been ashamed of you,” she whispered back, though her tone was imperative. “But he can’t see you here tonight. Now please, leave.”
Oh, he was getting to the bottom of this one fast.
He gripped her arm lightly as she moved to turn away from him. “This time,” he told her. “But you better get a handle on that brother of yours if he has a problem with me. Or I will.”
Releasing her, he slipped out the back door as he heard the dead bolt releasing in the front door, then went down the steps and strode to the alley without haste, hoping John David had the nerve to confront him with whatever problem Poppy seemed to think her brother had with him.
He let his lips curl into a slow, anticipatory smile. As he heard the sound of Harleys nearing and mentally prepared for the meeting ahead, he knew exactly how he’d handle Poppy, and her brother as well.
