Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Poppy: I didn’t realize I made such an impression.
Turner: Oh, you truly, truly did.
Poppy: Well, now I’m curious.
Turner: About what?
Poppy: What exactly are you imagining when you close your eyes?
Turner: All of it.
Poppy: Be more specific…
Turner: It’s graphic. I don’t want to be vulgar.
Poppy: Please. BE VULGAR.
Turner: In my dream you were sucking my dick.
Poppy: Were you begging for it?
Turner: No. You wanted to. You got on your knees and took your bra off and played with your tits before getting down between my legs and sucking me off. I woke up with cum all over my fucking underwear.
Poppy: That…
Poppy: Sounds like something I would do.
Turner: Stop it.
Poppy: Just being honest. I’m a girl that loves a good blow job.
Turner: Poppy, knock it off.
Poppy: Why? Am I making you hard? It’s okay to say yes—I won’t hold it against you…
Turner: You’re killing me.
Poppy: So is that a YES?
Turner: Yes lol
Poppy: Question: Do you speak like this to all strangers on dating apps?
Turner: Do YOU?
Poppy: No, of course not. In fact, I sound like a bit of a prude when I first start talking to someone I may or may not go on a date with.
Poppy: Do YOU???
Turner: Absolutely not.
Poppy: I’ll consider myself lucky then ;)
Turner: Ha ha.
Poppy: **clears throat**
Turner: Sorry I said that thing about you sucking my dick—it was rude.
Poppy: I ASKED about your dream, and you told me. But…I can do you one better. When I dreamt about YOU, you were going down on me and sucking my clit so hard, I actually woke up moaning. It felt so real—you probably could have heard me through the wall, ha ha ha.
Turner: This isn’t helping.
Poppy: Helping WHAT??
Turner: Me keep you in the roommate category.
Poppy: Hey Skaggs?
Turner: Don’t call me that.
Poppy: Why?
Turner: Because. It’s for my buddies and you are NOT my buddy.
Poppy: What am I then?
Turner: You’re… not my buddy.
Poppy: So what I’m hearing you say is you don’t consider me one of the guys?
Turner: Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Poppy: Good. What do you consider me?
Turner: I don’t know. My roommate?
Poppy: Hmmm…
Poppy: You do know I’m not going to stay living with you guys forever…
Turner: You’re not?
Poppy: No.
Turner: Why not?
Poppy: Because I already cannot stand it. I can’t keep walking around like this, it’s torture.
Turner: What do you mean? Can’t stand walking around like what?
Poppy: Turner, you’re having vivid dreams about me and I’m having sexual dreams about you. What do you THINK I mean?
Turner: That you want to come sit on my face?
Poppy: Exactly.
Turner: Well…
Turner: What are you waiting for??
Poppy: You to make the first move.
Turner: Next question:
Poppy: …
Turner: Is your door unlocked?
Poppy: Give me ten minutes—then come find out.
turner
. . .
Idon’t bother knocking.
She’s expecting me.
My pulse is hammering so hard, it’s a miracle I can still hear anything over the dull roar of blood in my ears. Every muscle in my body is drawn tight, coiled and straining, barely holding me together.
What I’m not expecting when I walk into Poppy’s room is the sight of her standing on the opposite side of the bed wearing the same bra and underwear she had on the first day we met; sheer material, her nipples and pussy on display.
The sheer material clings to her skin, every curve an invitation. Her breasts are full and high, nipples peeking through the lace, hard and begging to be touched. My gaze travels lower, past the soft swell of her belly to the tiny scrap of fabric between her legs that barely conceals anything.
My eyes don’t know where to freaking look.
My hands are shaking as I close the door behind me and lock it.
I’m nervous.
Poppy stands there, eyes locked on mine, a flush blooming across her cheeks that matches the rise and fall of her chest. She swallows, lips parting, and my gaze drops to the line of her collarbone, to the delicate strap of her bra that’s slipping down her shoulder.
I do my best not to stare at her chest, but her tits are literally… right there. Full. Perky.
Just like I remember them. Just like I’ve been dreaming about. A more beautiful pair of boobs I have not seen. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the delicate fabric, begging for my mouth. And I want to suck them already. I want to press my lips to every inch of her, drag my tongue over that smooth, warm skin, taste the salt and sweetness of her.
“Before you take another step, take your shirt off,” she whispers, her voice a low, sultry command. “It’s only fair.”
Her wish is my command. Reaching for the hem of my tee, my fingers tremble, pulling it up. I tug it up slowly, teasing both of us, baring inch after inch of skin.
Poppy’s eyes track every movement, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as I peel the fabric up and over my head, dropping it to the floor.