“No, I don’t want you to stop,” he said.
“Oh. Do you like it?”
“I like anything you do, Poppy.”
She ran her hand up and down his length, and then, she surprised him even more by opening the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper. She tucked her hand into his boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers around his length.
“Is this still okay?”
He groaned. He was so fucking hard. Her hands felt so good. There was no denying just how good they felt. “Yeah, it is … okay.”
She ran her thumb across the tip of his dick, and he leaked pre-cum onto her fingers.
“Poppy, I want to … touch you.”
“Then touch me, Klaus. I want you to … touch me.”
He squeezed her ass and then slowly began to gather up the skirt of her dress, drawing it up until he uncovered her sweet panty-covered pussy.
The scent of their arousals filled the air.
Slowly, he drew his fingers across her hip and then moved down between her thighs, pressing his fingers against her panties. She gasped. Poppy spread her legs, and with her naked palm on him, he slid his hand inside her panties and finally got to touch his mate.
She was soaking wet. Sliding his fingers along her slit, he grazed across her clit.
Poppy gasped again, and he looked up at her. Her green eyes seemed darker somehow. Her lips were plump, and he pressed his mouth to them, deepening the kiss. They both moaned.
He was so close to his orgasm.
Stroking back and forth across her clit, he smelled her arousal deepening, knowing she was getting ready to come.
He wanted to feel her. This was so fucking awesome. The way her hand tightened around his cock, he knew she was so close. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep in control, but it was impossible.
His mate was in his room, wriggling on his hand, and her hand was wrapped around his dick.
This was … everything. He’d been imagining this for years. Now he had her, and he wasn’t ever going to let her go.
Poppy came, and as she did, he swallowed down her cries, loving the sounds she made as she came on his fingers. She lost control, and her movements seemed erratic as she worked his length. He came, spilling his cum between them and hitting both of their clothes in the process.
Seconds passed, and they turned into minutes.
“I guess we’re not going back to the party,” Poppy said.
If they did, they wouldn’t be able to hide what they were to each other. Klaus was more than happy to announce it to the world, but he wasn’t ready for his dad to know why he had kept it from him.
When it came to Poppy and his behavior toward her, he felt a deep shame that he never wanted anyone to find out.
Chapter Eight
Klaus’s pants were open at his waist.
Some of his cum was still on her hands.
They were in his bathroom.
His orgasm had splashed his clothes, as well as her own.
As for her, wearing a dress had been wise. Not that she’d been prepared to come to Klaus’s home.