24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Right now, I’m with Ace and I see Poppy chilling in her usual spot, totally engrossed in her e-reader. To see Poppy dancing in the rain and touching herself was mind-blowing. When she was riding me, I felt an overwhelming surge of emotion towards her. An impulsive thought almost led me to make a big mistake by suggesting she come along with us. It caught me off guard, and I”m relieved I didn”t invite her to join us. I need to keep that shit in check. Thankfully, I came to my senses and didn”t follow through on that crap. When I got home, I had a serious chat with myself, to make sure it didn’t happen again.
“Hey,” Ace interrupts, bringing me back to the present moment.
“Hmmm,” I respond, turning to him. I notice the mischievous grin on his face and instantly anticipate what he’s about to ask. It’s the same question he’s been pestering me with for weeks now.
“Why don’t you just admit that you’re fucking her? What other reason do you have for constantly staring at Poppy Reeves?”
“All right, fine. I’m fucking her. Are you satisfied now?” I snap back, feeling both frustrated and relieved that I don”t have to lie anymore.
“You gotta tell me, man! Where does she rank? And do you think she”d be down for a threesome like Jade?” he suggests mischief in his voice.
Hearing Ace talk about sharing Poppy stirs something inside me. It”s annoying and it seriously pisses me off because I don”t want anyone else touching her except me. I don”t want him to see her that way, like the other girls who are so quick to give it away. I suppress my emotions, hiding the turmoil inside so that Ace remains oblivious to how I feel about Poppy. I don”t want him to think there”s more to it than there is, because honestly, I can”t figure out what the fuck is going on with me, either. The confusion is overwhelming.
“Nah, I don’t think she’s into that,” I add, trying to keep my voice even to act like this conversation doesn’t bother me. It pushes me to the point where I want to tell him to just shut the fuck up about Poppy. But I don’t because I don’t want to bring attention to any of it. I fold my arms over my chest, attempting to release the tension rising in my body. But it does nothing.
“Well, have you even asked if she’s interested?”
The lump in my throat makes it difficult for me to swallow, a physical manifestation of the tension I feel.
“Yeah, I might have mentioned it,” I reply, avoiding eye contact desperately hoping he doesn’t catch onto my lie.
It pains me to deceive Ace, my best friend since forever, who has always been by my side through thick and thin. We’ve endured lives filled with constant misery, thanks to our equally shitty lives. We”ve shared everything, all the pain, the anger, how we feel about ourselves. However, I can”t have the same discussions about Poppy with him as we did in the past, rating girls and sharing our thoughts. There”s no way I can do that to her.
“Well, she must be good if you”re going back for more,” he says. “I know you haven”t been messing around with Jade or Savannah because they told me.”
“So you’re keeping tabs on how many chicks I fuck these days?”
“No, fuck off. You”re not usually like this, man. What”s going on?”
“Nothing is going on.”
I sense him watching me, waiting for my reaction, trying to figure it out. I don’t know what to say to him. How can I tell him, yeah, she’s fucking incredible? That she never fails to blow my mind every time we’re together. However, I must remain silent about all of that, understanding that if I were to reveal anything, he would eagerly want to join in on the action and pursue her. Instead, I casually lift my shoulders in a shrug, downplaying the situation.
“She’s alright, I guess,” I add.
Ace smirks, and at that moment, I wonder if he can see right through my lies.
“She’s right there, two doors down, so I don’t have to go far to hook up. Plus, I get a free meal out of it while I’m there.” I can”t stand talking about Poppy like this, but it was the only way to get Ace to back off.
“So, if I”m feeling horny, do you think she”d be up for it?” Ace asks.
“Nah, I”ve already told you she”s not into that.” My voice comes out firm, laced with a bit of anger because I don’t want him anywhere near her.
“Relax, dude, she”s all yours,” he says, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
I know he”s fucking with me and he can totally see right through my bullshit.
“If you’re horny, go see Jade,” I add. Turning slightly, I notice Jade standing off to one side. “Jade!” I call out.
“What are you doing man?” Ace asks.
Jade immediately turns around to the sound of my voice. “Yeah,” she responds, her face lighting up as she runs over.
“You want to hook up?” I ask, keeping my eye on Ace, who gives me a puzzled expression, clearly wondering what the fuck I’m up to.
“Of course I do. I’m always down for it, with you, Xander,” she says, sitting next to me, sliding her fingers up my thigh.
Her touch makes my skin crawl. It repulses me, but I am forced to suppress my urge to push her away with Ace”s eyes fixed on me. All I desire is the touch of my sassy princess.
“Ace is looking to hook up,” I mention.
“Oh,” she responds, the disappointment clear in her voice. “Okay,” she says, glancing over at Ace and then looking back at me. “So are you going to join us?”
“Nah, not today. Maybe another time,” I add.
Ace glares at me while he speaks to Jade. “Go. I’ll meet you in our usual spot.”
With a nod, Jade stands up, sparing a quick glance in my direction before she heads off.
“It wasn’t Jade that I was interested in fucking. I wanted to know what’s been holding your interest lately. But it seems like you”re not into the idea of sharing. That’s okay bro, but next time, just tell me the fucking truth instead of avoiding my questions.” Ace gets up and walks off in the direction that Jade went just moments ago.
I feel like the biggest asshole for lying to Ace, especially since how easily he saw through my lies.
Later that night, at Poppy’s place, we enjoy another meal she put together and watch a bit of The Real Housewives, which, secretly; I’m fucking hooked. I find amusement in the outrageous antics those wealthy bitches engage in for our entertainment.
I arrived at Poppy’s house earlier straight after her mom left, once again driven by an intense desire to see her, plus a desperate need to sink my dick in her and indulge in the wild experiences we come to share whenever.
However, tonight I’ve chosen to be a little patient. Apart from a hot as fuck kiss I gave her when I walked through the front door, I’ve not made any further moves. And what the fuck is up with that shit? Every time we”re alone, I get this intense urge to kiss her as soon as I see her. It”s crazy how something so simple can be so damn hot. And the way she kisses me back almost every time leaves me breathless and my dick craves so much more.
Poppy”s on the couch next to me, seeming distant and zoned out, with a furrowed brow and frown that suggests she”s troubled. It”s clear her mom is getting on her nerves again like she always does. Sometimes I just want to confront that overbearing woman and tell her what I think, but I don’t want her to know about me and her daughter’s secret activities.
Standing, I reach for her hand.
“Come on, let”s go listen to some music,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her off the couch.
Ever since I saw Poppy”s vinyl collection a few months ago, we”ve been listening to classic rock almost every night.
We step into her room and, just like she always does, she closes the door. I”m not really sure why she does that when it”s just us, but maybe it”s a habit to keep her mom from hearing the music and getting mad.
I sit on the bed, eyeing her as she heads to the shelf, picking out the next vinyl from our long list that we”re dying to listen to.
The sound of The Smashing Pumpkins fills the room as she moves over to the bed and plops down beside me, lying on her back.
“What’s the matter, Princess?” I ask her. “Is it your mom again?”
“Yeah. I’m so sick of hearing how I’m going to waste my life. It should be my choice, not hers.”
I lie back next to her, propping myself up on my elbow, just watching her. As I talk, I casually start unbuttoning her shirt.
“Just remember, if you want something, you gotta fight for it.” One more button opens up, giving a sneak peek of her soft, tempting skin. “Nothing is worth it if it”s too easy.” I lean forward and press a kiss to the top of her breast, then open another button.
“I get that,” she says, turning to me, her hair flowing around her. She’s so beautiful, like a masterpiece come to life. “I’m willing to put in the work. I want to, but it is the constant way she keeps discouraging me, saying I’m wasting my life with music that brings me down. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth the battle.”
“It is. And you know it is. You’re talented, Poppy,” I assure her, opening up her shirt. My eyes go straight to her sexy bra and flawless tits. “Your mom”s opinion doesn”t matter, just do what you want.”
I lean down and playfully lick her hard nipple through her lacy bra.
A moan escapes her lips as I suck on her pert nipple.
As her fingers explore, she finds my hard cock, skillfully stroking it through my jeans. “You’re hard,” she says. “You’re always hard.”
With a smug smirk, I motion towards my cock with a suggestive move. “Don”t hesitate, Princess, go ahead and take what you like.”
She swiftly flips me onto my back, straddling me and holding me down on the bed. Her newfound confidence in her own sexuality is incredibly arousing. She gazes down at me, then leans forward, tangling her fingers in my hair as she claims my mouth. A rush of desire courses through my veins as her tongue glides over mine, and her hand continues to stimulate me through the fabric of my jeans, driving me into a state of frenzy.
I slip my hand in under that fucking short skirt. She gasps when I slide two fingers inside her with one smooth motion. I withdraw them and flash a cocky grin as she looks down at me, clearly wanting more. I playfully tease her by running my fingers along the length of her wetness, spreading her arousal. And then I abruptly stop. Running my tongue over my lips, I watch as she glares at me, clearly thinking I’m the biggest asshole.
“Oh, you want to play that game, huh?” she says, moving away from my body and positioning herself between my legs.
I casually prop myself up and enjoy the view as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans.
“Lift up,” she asserts, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. I find myself drawn to this side of Poppy, the naughty seductive side that is unafraid to explore new boundaries.
Complying with her demand, I raise my hips, allowing her to effortlessly remove my jeans and boxers, discarding them somewhere in the room. My eyes remain fixed on her as she hungrily gazes at my cock, and an intense desire surges hoping that she will indulge in it. She pauses momentarily, teasing me with tantalizing anticipation.
Unable to withstand the suspense any longer, I reach down and grab my throbbing cock, bringing it close to her lips. “Open,” I tell her, gently nudging my cock against the softness of her mouth.
She looks at me with a mischievous grin, and I can tell she’s teasing me just like I was teasing her. Purposefully, she runs her tongue along the bottom of her lip, leaving it moist and shiny. I let out a longing groan, yearning for her to take my cock into her mouth.
“Oh, you want me to suck it?” she asks, smirking.
“What the fuck do you think?”
She laughs softly when she sees me getting frustrated, knowing how much I want her to fulfill my filthy thoughts.
“I bet you by the end of this, you’ll be the one begging for me to suck your cock,” she teases, biting down on her bottom lip. It’s incredibly arousing, watching her torment me like this, knowing that I enjoy tormenting her just as much.
“You have high expectations there, princess,” I reply, stoking the fire and encouraging her to continue.
“Is that a challenge I hear?” she says, leaning closer. She playfully teases me with a long, sensual lick along my shaft.
I let out a hiss.
“Or, how about this,” she says, her lips forming a tight seal around the tip and she sucks,exerting such intensity that I can’t help but cry out.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by the incredible sensation she’s granting me.
With a loud pop, she releases me. “Or perhaps I could simply walk away and binge-watch some Real Housewives,” she suggests casually, shrugging. She rests her palms on my bare thighs and rises to her feet. At that moment I know she’s won. The cunning little vixen. It’s astounding to think that just two months ago, she was a virgin, and now she possesses the perfect knowledge on how to play me, the seasoned player.
I sit up, grab her wrist, and pull her down onto the bed. Our gazes meet, and in that moment, an unspoken connection forms between us.
Her eyes search mine as she reaches out, brushing her hand against the side of my face. She”s got this wild hunger in her eyes as she pulls me closer by grabbing the back of my neck. Our lips crash together in a fiery kiss that steals my breath away. My heart thumps like crazy as we briefly let go, letting Poppy take off my shirt. The air crackles with intensity as her gaze scans every part of my body, leaving a trail of heightened awareness in its wake.
Lowering myself to my knees, I press my lips against her body, showering her with gentle kisses. No more games, no more teasing. I want to feel her. I want to experience her fully, to feel every connection between us. A soft needy sound escapes her lips as I cup her breast in my hand and flick my tongue against the sensitive clit before taking it into my mouth.
She always enjoys that, and I”m obsessed with the sounds she always makes. My ears crave to hear the intoxicating symphony of her sexy sounds.
With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I move her over to the edge of the bed. I hook my fingers on the side of her panties and slowly peel them down her legs.
“Do you want me to take off the skirt?” she asks.
“Fuck no, leave it on,” I add, bunching it up around her waist. I don”t think she understands the power that those short skirts have on me. Maybe she fucking does, and that’s why she wears them, to ignite a longing, a desire for her in my body.
My heated gaze sweeps over her, appreciating every aspect of her perfection. Emotion clogs my throat as I continue to stare. What the fuck is wrong with you asshole? Pull yourself together. Dude, you”re acting like a simp. No girl should have this much control over you.
Suddenly, our eyes meet. The raw desire in her expression and the longing in her eyes - it’s different from anyone else I know who I’ve hooked up with.
It’s as if she sees the true me, the vulnerable and the broken. The ruthless side that takes what he wants, never caring about how others feel. But not with her. Never with her. I lean in closer, planting kisses along her inner thigh. As I reach that sensitive spot, the tip of my tongue flicks out, teasing her clit before diving inside.
She lets out a moan and her legs tremble. My heart races as I pleasure her skillfully, using my tongue to its full extent and then circling her sensitive spot. I can see her studying me as I tend to her needs. With each lick, suck, and playful movement, I respond to the sounds she enjoys the most. She’s so close, she’s on the verge of coming.
“Oh god, Xander,” she yells, as I skillfully pleasure her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to give her what she desires. Her body trembles against mine, her fingers tightly gripping my hair as she experiences a powerful orgasm. I fight to catch my breath while she grinds her pussy against my face. It’s so fucking hot watching her take what she wants.
As she comes down from her climax, I rise to my feet and position myself on top of her, pressing my hard cock against her.
“I’m gonna make you scream, Princess, but first, I want your mouth on my cock,” I confidently state, smirking.
Lying on the bed, I give myself a stroke. Poppy gets up and positions herself between my legs. Out of all the blowjob experiences I’ve had, and believe me, there have been so many, no one can compare to her incredible skills. I find myself captivated as she expertly smears the precum from my cock onto her fingers and then seductively licks them clean.
A deep groan escapes my lips. Fuck, it’s hot when she does that. It’s undeniably arousing. I never tire of witnessing that tantalizing sight when she does the unexpected. No matter how many times I see her do that, my reaction remains unchanged - a surge of excitement and anticipation. She ignites a fiery desire within me, pushing my longing for her to dangerous heights.
She is the one currently in charge, holding the control over me. It’s quite surprising how she manipulates me into doing whatever she desires. When did I lose my dominance in these sexual encounters? I’ve always been the one in control.
As she lowers her head, I instinctively grip the base of my cock, spreading the pre-cum along her lips. It’s arousing to witness her relishing my taste as she licks it off.
“Open,” I say in a deep gravelly voice from deep in my chest.
When she opens her mouth, I slowly guide my cock into it. Her lips stretch wide, and I”m not sure if it hurts her or not, but damn, it feels good when her tongue slides along the underside of my shaft. I thrust my hips forward, reaching the back of her throat. She increases her suction, and I hear her gag as she takes me in deep.
Pleasure contorts my face, and I let out a moan. She”s so fucking hot when she sucks me off and looks up at me. I wanna etch this image into my brain, so I won”t forget it when I’m gone. I need to remember how incredible she looks with my cock in her mouth.
She eagerly sucks me harder and faster, as if she can’t get enough.
The muscles in my thighs tighten, and I release a growl. I quickly pull out of her mouth, realizing that I’ll finish any second if we keep going like this.
“Get the fuck over here now.”
When she doesn’t move fast enough, I forcefully tug her towards me, causing her to stumble and fall onto me. Our lips connect, and my tongue explores the depths of her mouth as I shift our positions, with me ending up on top of her. The way I press against her entrance spreads her wetness and makes it feel amazing. The urgency in her movements becomes palpable, her desire evident as she reaches for me, ready to slip my cock into her. But I swiftly grasp her wrist, halting her advances. With a firm grip, I lift her wrist and secure it above her head.
Pausing for a moment, I take in her face, memorizing every detail. Her eyes hold a depth that captivates me, her cheekbones exude elegance, and her lips have an irresistible allure. But a sudden pang strikes my chest as I realize that in just five weeks’ time, I won’t be able to do this anymore. Because I will be gone, and it’s likely that I’ll never see her again. I close my eyes, trying to push away these overwhelming thoughts and emotions that are surging through me. I have to stop this shit now. This is not who I am.
“Xander,” she says.
I open my eyes and take a deep breath, gazing at her. Her eyes, filled with desire, look back at me. It’s impossible for me not to feel this way. However, I refuse to let these overwhelming emotions consume me while I fuck her.
I swiftly flip her over onto her stomach on the bed. That way, she won”t be able to make eye contact with me, and I hope it”ll help sort out these confusing emotions. I take hold of her hips and lift her ass in the air, exposing her bare pussy, ready and waiting. I grab a condom, tear the packet open with my teeth, and slide it on.
As I slip inside her, she lets out a soft moan, savoring every inch until I am buried deep inside her. She feels so good. It always feels freaking incredible inside her tight little pussy. My chest tightens, knowing that no other experience will compare to being inside her. Our bodies fit perfectly like she was made for me. On a strangled groan, I withdraw ever so slowly before thrusting back in.
Poppy”s moans echo through the room as she tightly grips the sheets, matching the rhythm of my thrust. Time seems to stand still as if it is just the two of us. With every thrust, I can feel her pussy squeezing me tighter, deepening the connection. Leaning in, I gently plant a kiss on her spine as I continue to claim her from behind. As our desire intensifies, our bodies collide with a fervent passion, perfectly synchronized in our motions. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to my chest, longing for even deeper penetration in this position.
She turns her head and kisses me, her tongue slipping inside my mouth. With every movement, my core tightens with anticipation, begging for release.
Our skin glistens with sweat as Poppy’s fingers grip the sheet even tighter. We move together in perfect harmony, our movements synchronized like a flawless song. As she reaches her peak, her inner walls tighten and she whispers my name in a breathless plea. The way she comes like that is seriously breathtaking.
A wave of pleasure washes over me, causing my lips to part and my brows to furrow. I release my warm load inside her, gently biting down on her shoulder blade, blending a touch of pain with pleasure. As I move in and out of her, I can feel the pulsating sensations of her inner walls, amplifying the lingering pleasure of our orgasms.
Gasping for air, I gently kiss her spine, not wanting to let her go. But then, a crashing reality hits me like a tidal wave. I need to get the fuck out of here right now. This shouldn’t be how I feel. What the hell am I doing? I pull out of her, causing her to collapse on the bed, gasping for air. I move over and toss the condom into the trash. Scanning the room, I locate my shirt and put it on. It’s imperative that I get out of here right now before I completely lose it.
Poppy sits up on the bed and watches me closely. “What are you doing?” she asks.
Come up with some excuse to tell her. In a split second, I fabricate a lie as I quickly put on my shirt. “I have to go. I just remembered I”ve got something important to do.”
“Xander,” Poppy yells out.
I pause over at the door, my hand resting on the doorknob, prepared to open it. However, upon hearing her call my name, I turn my head to look back. As I do, my gaze unintentionally drifts down to admire her stunning tits, all while trying to disregard the bewildered expression on her face.
“I’ll see you later,” I say, opening the door and racing down the hall.
I grab my shoes from their usual spot by the front door and leave. How did things escalate to this point? It was supposed to be just a casual hook-up, a bit of fun, but it’s spiraled out of control. How the fuck do I put an end to this?
I step onto the street, hoping to find some relief. Slipping one shoe on, and then the other, I’m filled with desperation as I walk down the street. I”m determined to break free and clear my head from all this emotional baggage. The only place I know where I’ll find solace awaits me, where I can be alone with my thoughts, and usually, where I reflect on my mother. But tonight, I need to divert my thoughts elsewhere. I’ve gotta figure out a way to get all this crap out of my head.