Chapter 14 Poppy
FOURTEEN
Poppy
Every step I take, I feel those pleasure balls that Vance put inside me massage against my inner walls, right where my G-spot is located.
Heat has become a permanent pool in my lower stomach.
My ears heat at the thought of having no underwear on as I walk down the corridor to Josh’s and my apartment.
Vance said he would buzz to check on me after a while.
I think he meant buzz my phone–I pray he didn’t mean buzz up to the apartment.
I don’t want to have to explain to Josh who Vance is.
Tristan didn’t want me to come in alone, but explaining to Josh why my boss has accompanied me would be awkward as hell.
Even thinking of Tristan as my boss doesn’t feel right anymore. He’s so much more.
In all my life, I’ve never felt more treasured than I have the last few days.
It’s addicting, and my heart wants to go all in, but there’s fear that this is temporary.
I’ll eventually have to leave, and what if they only want me for this short time period?
Maybe they’ll go back to their lives without me once I’m gone from their apartment?
A whoosh of air hits me as the front door opens, the gust separating my dress. I quickly snap the fabric together, Josh’s wide brown eyes tracing a path up my body before they narrow, and his brow puckers. “You’re late,” he announces like I didn’t just flash him my pussy.
“Yeah, I got held up.” I ignore the little dress mishap and vow to add a couple of stitches to this dress before I wear it again. Along with panties, bras, little silk nighties, and some makeup, there were five dresses in the shopping bags Tristan brought me.
“You look lovely.” He gives me a tight smile while offering me inside with a wave of his hand, which annoys me. I lived here last week, and all my belongings are still here, so I shouldn’t need to be invited inside. I can come and go as I please. I paid my share of the damn rent.
I put a little extra weight into my steps, hoping to annoy him by leaving some scratches in the wood floor, but it only makes the damn balls bash against my G-spot, so I have to take several pauses.
Josh’s eyes drop to my heels, and I smirk. He’s the same height as me, so whenever I wore heels, he always complained about it making me taller than him. That’s why I always wore them to work. I had to wear flats when I went out with him.
After gesturing to the couch for me to sit, he jabs a finger over his shoulder towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” I turn in that direction, my stomach twisting as I’m assaulted by the visions of him fucking Eric with more enthusiasm than he ever did me.
“No, thank you,” I reply tightly. Looking to the couch, I notice the throw cushion is back in place and not in the damn trash. “I’ll sit at the table.”
I take one of the seats, Josh trailing behind me. “Listen, Pop, I know what you saw was shocking.” He palms the back of one of the chairs, his features pinched. “I’m sorry.”
I release a long exhale, nodding my head.
“You know, I wouldn’t have judged you if you’d told me you were gay.
” It’s true. If that was something he’d struggled with, if he’d questioned whether he was or not, I would’ve been there for him.
Supported him. Regardless he should have told me, he’s known for a long freaking time— they’ve been together since they were fifteen.
His muscles pull tight over his form when he straightens, crossing his arms over his chest and flicking his head so his hair moves off his face.
I always thought Josh was handsome, in a pretty way—boy-band-ish cute. But it’s ridiculous how much better-looking Vance and Tristan are. Those men are like fantasies come to life, film stars, unnaturally hot, incredible looking.
Josh’s lips are moving, so I shake my head to tune back in to what he’s saying. “Sorry, what?” my question comes out a little more forcefully than I intended.
“I’m not gay,” He states that with a straight face, ironically.
“Josh, I saw you balls deep in a man’s ass, and you were totally into it. I’d never seen you like that.” He flinches and screws up his nose.
“Do you have to sound so crude?”
“Did you have to fuck your cousin in our kitchen?” I counter, and he winces. Stepping around the chair, he takes a seat and reaches for my hand, which I snatch away.
Sighing, his jaw tics. “We need to get past this, things with Eric are complicated. And you’re not like him. I don’t fuck you Pop, we make love.”
Gag. I know he hates the word fuck, so to get him to say it gives me a little bit of a victory.
“You said you don’t like it when I get wet,” I remind him, feeling surer of myself, stronger, more confident than I was only days ago.
“That’s not what I said.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I love making love to you. I love you. This thing with Eric is an urge, something we’ve been doing for a long time—a habit, really.”
“Smoking is a habit, Josh. Not fucking your cousin when you have a fiancée.”
He groans, rubbing his hands over his face. “Can you stop calling him my cousin? It’s through marriage, not blood.”
Like that’s the issue.
Leaning forward, he places his hands on my knees, and I fight the urge to recoil. “Please come home for Christmas. My family is expecting us and wants to discuss plans for the wedding.”
A slow pulse begins thrumming inside me. Gaining a little momentum, I jolt, throwing my back into the chair and gasping as the balls inside my pussy really start vibrating. It dawns on me then that Vance meant this when he said he would buzz. Fucker.
When Josh says my name and moves his hands off me, I quickly cross my legs, the dress parting and slipping up my thigh. Swallowing against the building pleasure, I squeeze my eyes closed. Cursing Vance in my mind for doing this to me now, of all times.
The moment the vibrations stop altogether— coming to a sudden halt—my posture instantly relaxes, and a loud breath rushes through my nose. Opening my eyes, they clash with Josh’s, who’s frowning deep and templing his hands, resting his chin there.
“We don’t have to talk about the wedding if it upsets you that much.”
Of course, he can’t differentiate my pleasure from my discomfort.
His gaze drops to my thigh, and he licks his lips, reaching out to brush his hand against the bare skin of my knee. Is he trying to trick me into thinking he wants me that way? Feeling bold with the confidence Vance and Tristan have given me, I uncross my legs.
Josh inhales sharply. “Pop…”
“Do you find me attractive, Josh?” I widen my thighs so my pussy is on display for his eyes.
“Yes,” he grinds out. “Do you honestly think I don’t? Any man would—look at you.” He sounds truthful, raking a hand through his hair. “Do you want me to fuck you, Pop? Is that what you need?”
I laugh without any humor. “You don’t get to fuck me, Josh. Not anymore.”
His nostrils flare as he stands, pointing to my pussy. “Then why did you come here with no panties on and show me your vagina,”
Ew. Vagina? Why is he so un-sexy?
“I wanted to see if you got hard.” I shrug, moving my hand to my pussy and parting my folds with my fingers.
“Poppy.” He says my name like a warning, but then he adds, “This isn’t like you.”
It’s exactly like me, he just never took the time to get to know this part. I don’t want to feel ashamed of my desires, of my body and my needs. I want the man I’m with to ache for me the way I ache for Tristan’s touch, Vance’s tongue, for both their cocks.
The vibrations start again, and it steals my breath. My thighs clamp shut, and I lean forward to ride it out. Oh god. Fuck, fuck.
“Are you okay?” A wrinkle forms on Josh’s forehead as he studies my expression.
Right when I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, the vibrations cut off.
Sucking in some much-needed oxygen, I stand, marching toward Josh, who has stepped farther away, not closer, despite his offer.
“You’re fucking gay, Josh,” I palm his crotch, rolling my eyes.
“Own it, or stop stringing poor Eric along.”
“No one will believe you, Poppy.” I notice the change from Pop to Poppy, his stare stern. “If you try to tell them about Eric, back home.”
“I want my savings back and everything I bought for this apartment packed up.” I fold my arms and look at him, not masking my disgust. He means our parents, but I wouldn’t do that.
“No,” he scoffs incredulously.
“What?” I snap, stunned.
“The money is for buying a property back home, and everything in here became mine when you decided to fucking leave me.”
“Are you being serious?” My words come out through clenched teeth. “You were having an affair, Josh.”
He grabs my jaw, his fingers painfully digging in, making me cry out.
My stomach roils into a knot of fury, fire slithering through my belly when he twists my head and rubs his thumb over my collarbone.
“It’s not an affair, and I still want to make things work, so you forfeit everything we put into our future.
And by the looks of this love bite on your neck, I’m not the only one stepping out on this relationship. ”
I almost trip on my heels when he shoves me away. “Fine, fucking keep it all. I don’t give a shit as long as I get away from you. How dare you put hands on me like that.” I rub at my jaw.
“Don’t be dramatic. Who gave you that bruise?” He points at my chest. “Where have you been staying?”
“That’s none of your damn business. And don’t think we’re the same, Josh. I never cheated on you.” I jab a finger toward him, holding back the urge to smack his stupid face.
“No one will believe that by the time I’m finished slandering your name.” He steps into my face, his rancid spittle hitting my cheeks. “I’ll tell them all how you don’t wear panties and spread yourself around like a godless whore.”
My breath hitches, and tears prickle my eyes. “Who the hell are you? I can’t believe I was going to marry you.”
“Same,” he sneers. “Now get out, and let me know what brothel to send your clothes to.”
“I would say fuck you, Josh, but I don’t have a cock, and I know that’s what you’re into.
” I flinch back when he raises a hand as if to strike me, just as a pounding sounds against the front door, freezing him in place like a cartoon character.
He’s never struck me before, and he seems to catch himself now, lowering his hand before storming past me and thundering to the door ripping it open.
I can’t move. That bastard was going to hit me. This has been a lucky escape, who knows what he would have turned into once we were married.
My thighs clench and knees weaken when the pulsing begins inside me again, only this time it’s more intense, vibrating to the point that a moan slips past my lips.
I collapse to my knees, compressing my legs together and pushing the hilt of my palm against my pussy to try to stop the pleasure.
Or encourage it—I don’t even know, the sensations overwhelm me until little zaps of energy surge through me like my blood is a charge of electric bliss and a moan wants to rip free.
I bite down on my tongue and hope I leave a puddle on the floor that Josh slips in. The Bastard.