Standing in the locker room, all the other skydivers long gone, Poppy slowly gathered her things, deliberating her next move.
“Steve.” He turned to face her, his eyebrows diving together in question, his mouth unmoving. “Come here.”
He stepped closer, his jumpsuit rustling as he moved, his slow gait suggesting uncertainty.
Their eyes met as she lazily pulled down his zip, her earlier tremble absent.
“Take your jumpsuit off,” she demanded.
Submitting, he began to strip. Gradually he revealed his body to her. Bare arms raised her heartbeat, but only when he yanked the suit from his legs and displayed his trunk-like thighs did she feel wetness collecting in her panties.
His brows furrowed as she regarded his body.
“T-shirt too,” she requested without a smile.
The possibility they’d be caught didn’t concern her. She’d survived diving out of a plane. Nothing was off limits anymore.
“Do I get to see you naked?” he questioned, his voice wavering.
With a wicked smile, she undressed, pulling her zip down with ease. As she pushed the sleeves of her suit down and off, she caught the sound of her mobile ringing. At first, she ignored it, enjoying the way Steve’s eyes devoured her increasingly naked form.
Soon she was standing in front of him, a blush of pink lace against her breasts and sex, the color matching Steve’s flushed cheeks. Hunger emanated from him.
Once more her ringtone echoed around the locker room. Poppy grabbed it.
“Hello?” she said before mouthing “Off” at Steve while pointing at his boxers.
“I’ve seen your Facebook. You can’t do it. I won’t let you.” Poppy recognized James’s demanding voice instantly.
“I presume you’re talking about the skydive, which is none of your business,” she replied, barely registering his frustrated breath due to Steve’s hard, seven-inch cock suddenly unleashed in front of her.
Licking moisture from her lips, she imagined what it would be like to have it throbbing in her mouth, moving against her tongue.
“You’re not allowed. I prohibit you,” James shouted.
Losing one’s composure wasn’t acceptable in his family. “Your mum will be disappointed at your shouting,” she replied calmly, flicking the straps of her bra down, grinning at the blaze from Steve’s eyes. “But you lost your chance to tell me what to do, not that you deserved it. Anyway, it’s too late. I’ve done the skydive.”
“But,” he spluttered, “girls like you don’t do things like that.”
“Women like me, do what we want. No one else, especially men like you, has a say.” With her free hand, she unclipped her bra. It fell to the floor, freeing her breasts. Steve waited, not broaching the distance between them until she beckoned him closer with her curved finger. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m about to fuck a gorgeous guy and I don’t need your judgment putting me off.”
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Rebecca Chase (rebeccahchase.com) is an English rose with a taste for sex and romance. She adores finding story ideas in everyday life and is always looking out for everyone’s next book boyfriend. Frequently she can be caught daydreaming in coffee shops or enjoying the spectacle of sportsmen battling with balls.
Rebecca Chase is an English rose with a taste for sex and romance. She adores finding story ideas in everyday life and is always looking out for everyone’s next book boyfriend. Frequently she can be caught daydreaming in coffee shops or enjoying the spectacle of sportsmen battling with balls.