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I tucked my hair behind my ears and took a long drink of the water that I’d ordered in hopes of keeping my pants on. “You can have more than one woman you talk to in your life, Cyrus. You might find you even enjoy it.”
His eyes darkened even further as he picked up a piece of my hair and let it slide over his knuckles. “I already know what I enjoy, Poppy.”
I heard the words his husky tone didn’t say. He’d enjoyed me the night before. Before I could reply, our food was dropped off and we both devoured our meals like we’d never eaten before. When the waiter asked if we wanted dessert, Cyrus sent me a look that promised destruction if I didn’t get him out of that booth soon. So, of course, I ordered a slice of chocolate cake.
“How does a romantic date end, Poppy?” He stretched his legs out under the table and let his calves rest against mine. “I get the impression that my park and play move doesn’t cut it.”
I swallowed down my nerves. I’d thought about this exact moment. I’d debated it and gone back and forth until I was in knots. Should I or shouldn’t I? In the end, I’d decided that I would know in the moment what I wanted. Maybe I’d really known all along, though, because my nerves were only from starting something so dangerous and not the decision to do so. “A romantic date would end with a nightcap at someone’s house, of course.”
“Of course. And this nightcap?” His eyes flicked to my lips. “Would privacy be best for it?”
I thought of Sam across the street from my house, seeing Cyrus’s truck parked outside way past a normal time. “Yes.”
“Get the fucking cake to go, Poppy.” His voice barely more than a growl, Cyrus slid out of the booth and reached for me. He’d just pulled me out of the booth and into his chest when the waiter appeared with my cake. “Put it in a box, man. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
In no time at all, Cyrus all but tossed me into the passenger seat and jogged around to his side. He was pulling out of the parking lot before I even finished putting on my seat belt. My slice of cake in its to-go box slid around the dashboard. Seeing Cyrus move faster than I’d ever seen him move was exhilarating. That urgency was for me.
“In the middle, Poppy. Flip up the console and buckle up in the middle.” His voice left no room for argument so I did what he said. Once I was sitting in the middle seat, with my thigh pressed against his, he gripped the inside of my thigh. “Undo your jeans.”
We were ten minutes from his house and it felt risky to rush even more than we already were, but I found myself following his direction again. With my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, I waited for his next instruction.
There wasn’t another instruction, though. Instead, he worked his hand into my open jeans and cupped my sex over my panties. I gasped and spread my legs for him like a wanton woman who hadn’t been touched in a decade. I realized I was desperate, despite having been more sexually active than ever in my life.
“Fuck, you soaked through your panties, Poppy. Was this for me?” Hearing those words from my best friend felt wicked. “Do you understand that I’m going to fuck you tonight?”
A ragged moan tore from my lips. I’d never been spoken to that way and something about it burned me alive. I gripped his arm and dropped my head back. “Yes.”
He pulled my panties out of the way and stroked his finger through my folds, growling when my hips bucked. “Yes, what? Yes to all this wetness being for me? Or yes to understanding that I’m going to sink my dick into you tonight?”
My mouth fell open as he brushed the tip of his finger over my clit and then circled over my entrance. “Yes to both.”
He gave me an inch of his finger and then stopped. “Say the words.”
My nails were short but they still dug into his arm as he teased me. “Yes, I’m wet for you, Cyrus! I’m soaked for you. And I understand that you’re going to fuck me. I want it!”
He thrust deep and we both moaned in unison. “Jesus, Poppy. How long’s it been? You’re tight.”
I shoved at my jeans. Any sense of decency or privacy was mostly just a show for me anyway, so kicking off my pants in front of Cyrus and spreading my legs wider was too easy. “A while since I’ve had sex.”
He groaned as he glanced down at me. “Lose the panties too.”
I wiggled them down and was about to kick them off when he caught them and lifted them to his face. A full-body blush washed over me as I watched him inhale my wetness and moan.
“I can’t wait to have you ride my face.” He slowly fed me another finger and hummed in pleasure as I moaned around the intrusion. “I need to stretch you, Poppy. I’m not going to hurt you but I am fucking you tonight, so me and your pussy are about to get real close.”
I laughed around another moan. “God, Cyrus. We have to be able to face each other after this.”
He curled his fingers and rubbed a spot inside me that caused fireworks to go off behind my eyes. “Not if this tight pussy squeezes the life out of me tonight. Which is the new way I’d like to go.”
I arched my back and cursed his name. “This is crazy. Cyrus, this is crazy. Oh, god! Cyrus!”
An orgasm burned through me faster than it should’ve been possible. I came hard and fast, my vision blurring as I did. Cyrus added a third finger and growled down at me. “You’re not finished. Again.”
“You’re insane! I can’t—” I lost my ability to speak when he made a “come here” motion inside me and settled his thumb over my clit. One orgasm rolled into another one that was larger and more devastating.
When the second orgasm eased into something less violent, Cyrus eased his fingers out of me and I watched as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. We were smashing through all kinds of lines, but I didn’t want to stop.
He unbuttoned his jeans and sighed with relief as the pressure inside pushed the zipper down without his help. I responded like Pavlov’s dog and reached for him. “I just needed some space, Poppy. You don’t need to—”
