Chapter 13
Nick
Ibreathe in and try not to think about how hard my cock is right now.
I can’t help it, though. Sitting next to Poppy while she makes sex noises is one of the hottest things I’ve done in my life.
We’re not even touching, but there’s something about watching this good girl make these insanely hot sounds that drives me wild.
It’s addictive. Every time she cries out or whimpers or moans or says something dirty, I want to make her do it again. But for real.
I take in the bright pink flush on her cheeks and neck and chest. She blushes all over when she’s turned on, and holy shit, that’s sexy.
She gazes at me, those big, hazel doe eyes sweet and shy all at once.
In my head, I imagine grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto my lap, then kissing her hard until she’s panting.
I imagine pulling that dress off her gorgeous body and letting her grind against the hard ridge of my dick, coaxing her through an orgasm.
Then tossing her on the bed and burying my face between her thighs until she comes for me again, then fucking her…
My cock twitches, and I swallow back a groan. I’m so hard it hurts.
I push that X-rated fantasy aside and look at Poppy. She’s looking at me with that inquisitive stare, like she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do.
That turns me on even more. I love being bossy in bed. I wonder if Poppy would be a good girl and do the filthy things I’d tell her to do…or would she be a little brat and fight me.
Either option is hot as hell.
Except you’re never going to do any of that because this is all fake. You’ll never get to have sex with her for real.
I try not to think about how disappointed that makes me feel and refocus.
“Say you’re close,” I whisper to her.
She blinks quickly for a moment. Her expression turns pleading, and her chest heaves as she takes a breath. “Oh god, Nick. I’m so close!”
Thank fuck I’m sitting. If we were standing, my boner would be tearing through my pants.
“That’s good, honey. Come hard for me.”
Her eyes widen, and she pulls her lush bottom lip through her teeth. She breaths harder and faster, then she starts to moan.
She closes her eyes, her head falls back, and her mouth falls open. She lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. Then she whimpers and cries out.
My jaw drops. Holy fuck. Is that what she sounds like when she comes for real? Because if that’s the case, that’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
Need courses through my body. The need to hear her make that noise again. The need to find out of that’s what she really sounds like when she has a real orgasm.
Quit thinking about that.
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “Now you go,” she says softly.
I nod and let out a rough groan.
“God fucking damn it, you always make me come so hard, honey,” I grit out while I hold her gaze.
Her mouth parts open, and she gasps softly. For a long moment, we just stare at each other. The air between us is thick. Both of us are breathing hard. My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m so turned on, it hurts.
Just then, we hear clapping and whistling behind the door, and it snaps us out of our trance.
“Damn. Bravo,” a male voice on the other side of the door says.
Poppy covers her hands over her mouth and lets out a muffled, “oh my god.”
I just chuckle. “That’s a good thing they heard us.”
“You think Brody finally left?”
“Oh, definitely. I’d bet my life.”
She stands up. “I need to make it look like we just hooked up.”
She turns away and messes up her hair, then bunches up her dress to make it look wrinkled. I take that moment to discreetly tuck my boner into the waistband of my pants and stand up.
I let out a breath of relief when she turns back to me and doesn’t seem to notice the raging hard-on I’m trying to hide.
“Ready to go back out there?” I ask.
She nods. When we open the door, the entire second floor cheers for us. Some guy pats my back as we walk by. Poppy’s face is bright red, but she’s chuckling.
I glance around and see that Brody is nowhere to be found. Good. Fuck that asshole.
“That was mortifying,” Poppy says as we head back downstairs.
I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t. The fact that they thought it was real shows just how convincing we were. We deserve an Oscar for our performance.”
She laughs. I take in how fucking adorable she looks with her hair all messed up. I bet she looks this cute first thing in the morning—hair messy, eyes puffy with sleep, skin pink and flushed…just like it is when she comes…
My dick throbs. Goddamn it, I need to do something about this boner. It’s messing with my brain. All I can think about is how cute and sexy Poppy is…how much I want her…
You can’t have her.
I try to ignore the disappointed feeling that swoops through me. I need to get my head on straight and remind myself why I agreed to do this in the first place.
So she can help me get my grades up. So I can keep playing hockey.
I just need to get rid of this goddamn boner. Then I’ll stop wanting her.
“I’m gonna grab a drink,” she says.
Perfect timing. “I’ll meet up with you in a sec. I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”
She walks off, and I head straight for the nearest bathroom. I lock the door, unzip my pants, pull my dick out, then jerk myself roughly at the sink.
A low groan rips from my throat. With my free hand, I grab the edge of the sink to steady myself.
I close my eyes and let myself fantasize about Poppy. Just this one time, to get it out of my system.
I replay all the sexy little noises she made. How desperate and turned on she sounded. How her moans were the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. How flushed her entire body got the more turned on she was.
My cock and balls are aching. I tug myself harder and faster as I pick up the fantasy from earlier.
I think about bending Poppy over the edge of that bed, pushing up her dress, and grabbing a handful of her luscious ass.
She’d whimper and moan, just like she did when we were pretending…
I’d slap that gorgeous ass cheek, then I’d lean down and kiss it. Yeah, I like to get rough, but I also love being sweet. And a good girl like Poppy deserves it sweet.
I’d pull aside her panties and slide into her.
I let out a rough sound, aroused as fuck as I imagine it.
I fuck her slow and deep at first. I’d reach around and play with her clit. Or maybe I’d boss her around and tell her to touch herself while I rail her…
“Oh, fuck…”
The pressure in my dick and balls builds, hitting that point of no return. White heat sears up and down my spine, pooling at the base. My chest tightens.
I jerk myself roughly as I imagine her sweet pussy tightening around my cock while she comes hard for me, crying out my name…
A second later, I break. Hot come shoots from my cock into the sink. I clench my teeth and swallow back the rough, feral noise I’m aching to let out. It’s loud out there, but I don’t want to risk anyone hearing me jerk off.
When I finish, I fall forward against the sink and close my eyes. I’m breathing as hard as I do when I finish a tough drill at practice.
It takes another minute for my breathing to even out. I quickly run water in the sink, wash up, then walk out to the party. I spot Poppy standing by the wall we were at earlier, sipping from a cup.
She holds up her cup to me. “Want some?”
“Yeah, thanks.” I take a long pull and hand it back to her.
“So, um, what we did in the bedroom. That was kinda wild,” she says.
I rub the back of my neck and clear my throat. “It was. You okay?”
She nods, her full cheeks still a little flushed. “I’ve never done anything like that.”
“Me either.”
She chuckles softly. “But it worked. You were right. Brody’s gone.” Her smile is shy and cute. “Thanks for going through the trouble of pretending to have sex with me to get rid of my ex,” she says, her tone light and joking.
“It wasn’t trouble, Poppy. Not for me.”
That flicker of want ignites inside of me once more.
Despite that jerkoff session in the bathroom, I still want Poppy.
And that’s a huge problem because I can’t have her.