66. Chapter Sixty-Six
Talking to Alex each night is the one thing I always look forward to, as it adds a spark of joy to my day. It’s truly incredible how much love I already feel for this little boy, despite having just met him a few days ago. Whenever we talk, I can’t help but notice the clear disdain and hatred in Poppy’s mother’s expression as she watches me interact with my son.
Despite Poppy’s insistence that it’s an issue solely between us and our child, the disapproval continues to linger. In the past, the previous version of myself would have easily told her to fuck off without a second thought. Though I still feel the urge, I resist the temptation, knowing I need to be a positive influence for my son now.
Throughout my life, there have been people who have looked at me as if I am worthless, the same way Poppy’s mother does. However, having Poppy and Alex in my life has filled that void. They make me feel worthy, like I mean something. Now I know my behavior needs to be better.
After the recent media interview that brought up questions about the fifteen-year-old girl, Ace has assumed the role of the band”s decision-maker, while Reg has taken on the main responsibility of handling the ongoing barrage of inquiries from the media.
Ace recently had a conversation with Lionel, who suggested that once Reg resolves the situation, he will depart on the next flight that becomes available. None of us have taken part in any radio or television interviews since the incident took place, and surprisingly, it’s been to our advantage. We”ll have time to do all the fun stuff we”ve been missing out on.
From what I gather, Lionel doesn’t appear to be excited about us leaving the label, even though he hasn’t officially made an offer yet. Ace believes that there might be something on the table once we return home, but at least Reg is no longer constantly pressuring me or giving any attitude to Poppy. That”s a plus.
As the curtains draw to a close on yet another night’s performance, fatigue begins to take its toll on me. Our next destination is Brisbane, and tomorrow we begin a two-day journey, opting for the scenic route and making stops at the towns where our interviews were initially planned.
With Reg now taking care of things and working to fix the mess he made, we now have the opportunity to discover the charm of these small local towns. We can visit the cozy restaurants and friendly pubs, enjoy a few beers, and meet so many warm and welcoming people. I genuinely love the relaxed atmosphere that Australia offers.
On our final evening in our room, before we head back to the cramped bunk beds on the bus, I plan to fully embrace the comfort of the hotel room’s king-size bed. It’s the perfect chance to engage in my favorite activity - getting my girl naked and pleasing her.
As we ascend to the top floor in the elevator, Poppy remains quiet, her thoughts elsewhere. Her mind is consumed by the conversation she had with her mother earlier, while we were driving back to the hotel. The constant disapproval and scrutiny from her mother regarding my relationship with my son not only impacts Poppy, but it also affects me. I struggle to understand why her mother can’t just stay out of it.
I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her eyes lift as my knuckles softly brush against her jaw while she studies my face.
“Don’t worry, Princess, everything will work out,” I assure her. “In a little over a week, we can finally be a family.” The mere thought of it brings me immense joy. It’s the kind of loving family environment I have always longed for, particularly after the heartbreaking loss of my mother.
She nods, her blue eyes fixed on mine, and not a single word escapes her lips. As the elevator doors part, Neil, steps out, leading us towards our room.
It has been another long night, but it was worth it. Poppy had such a great time at Walter’s burger place, I reached out to him again. And guess what? He was incredibly accommodating! One thing I really appreciate about him is that he’s not one of those guys who likes to stare; he respects our privacy. Those moments of uninterrupted closeness, just the two of us, hold a special place in my heart. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with my bandmates and the camaraderie we have, but I also crave those quality moments with Poppy.
Walter was thrilled when I told him I had shared his demo tape with the guys. They were all excited and agreed to it, and we will stay in touch regarding the tour plans. It feels amazing to have the means and resources to help others now. That’s the most fulfilling part of being in the spotlight - the ability to make a positive difference in other people’s lives.
“Thanks, big guy. I really appreciate it,” I say to Neil as I open the door to our room.
Poppy smiles at him, “Goodnight, Neil.”
“Goodnight, Poppy,” he responds, and every time I witness their interaction, I can’t help but notice a gentle smile adorning the big guy’s face. In all the years he’s been with us, I’ve never seen him like this. His tough exterior hides a more tender side.
As we step into the room, Poppy’s breath catches when I pull her closer, pressing her against the door. Our lips touch, sparking a fire inside her, and she passionately wraps her arms around me, matching the intensity of my kiss. She’s the addiction I’ve always yearned for, a desire I’ve held onto. My grip on her hip tightens as she digs her nails into my scalp, both of us wanting more. With my arm wrapped around her waist, I guide her backward towards the bed.
When we reach the bed, I lower her onto the soft mattress and lie on top of her. I’m so turned on and I grind my hard cock against her. She lets out that soft moan that I fucking adore.
“Fuck. You make me lose my mind, Princess.”
I”m fighting the urge to rip the clothes off her body and fuck her right now.
As I press my lips against her jawline, her eyelids flutter close. I gently graze my teeth along the velvety curve of her neck. The scent she exudes is absolutely intoxicating.
“Brace yourself for a wild night. We’re gonna be in bunk beds for two nights, so I’m gonna make the most of it by fucking you all night long.” I feel her shiver under my touch, and it brings a smile to my face.
I slip my hands under her shirt and strip it off her. Planting a tender kiss between her breasts, I slowly make my way to her erect nipples.
”This needs to go,” I suggest, playfully tugging on the lace of her bra.
She reaches behind her back to unclip her bra, forcing her tits into my face. Feeling restless, I teasingly bite her nipple, a mischievous smirk on my face as I grow increasingly impatient. The only thing I crave is skin-on-skin.
I take in the sight of her semi-nakedness. She”s just as gorgeous as before, and her tits have gotten a little bigger, but fuck, they”re still flawless.
She lets out a soft moan as I playfully circle my tongue around her hard nipple. Enjoying the sounds she makes, I shift my attention to the other one, well aware her eyes watch my every move. Her next moan brings a smirk to my face. I fucking love it.
As I glide my lips along her body, I press delicate kisses down her skin until I reach her belly. With a gentle touch, my fingertips trace the silvery stretch marks just below her belly button.
She”s tense, as if she wants to shield them, as though she fears I’ll only see her imperfections. When she tries to cover them, I grab her hands to make her stop.
“Never hide them, Princess. You’re beautiful to me. You always have been,” I say, softly caressing her skin with my fingers. “Did you get these marks when you were pregnant with Alex?”
I pick up on her hesitation, her eyes searching mine, and then she takes a deep breath and gives me a slight nod.
I tenderly place a kiss on her stomach, on top of her stretch marks. “I love you, and I love your body. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Letting go of her hands, I observe her closely as she moves them to her sides. My gaze returns to the stretch marks, and I feel a deep affection, a reminder that she carried our child. I treasure how her body bears the evidence of nurturing our son. I wish I could have been there to experience the joy of feeling her stomach as our son grew, to kiss it, and to witness the beauty of her body transforming with the creation of life. My son, the little guy who already holds a piece of my heart. She has given me the most incredible gift one person can give another.
I unbutton her jeans, carefully undoing the zipper and sliding them down her hips. Within seconds, I’m on my feet, removing her jeans from her legs. As I toss them aside, I stand there checking her out. She lies on the bed, gazing up at me, her long blonde hair cascading around her like a halo, accentuating her flawless features. Her gaze fixed on me as I slowly remove her panties. She fidgets slightly, and I can’t help but wish she didn’t have any insecurities. If only she could see herself how I see her - perfect in every possible way.
“Jesus, look at you.” My gaze sweeps over her naked body. ‘You’re so fucking perfect.’ I trail a finger down her wet slit. “Open, show me that pussy.”
I’m getting all excited as she opens her legs.
“Wider,” I whisper, my voice rumbling with a gravelly tone. “Show me everything, Princess.” Lowering onto my knees at the foot of the bed, I lick my lips and zero in on her pussy. “I”m gonna make you come so fucking hard.” That’s the only warning I give her before I glide my tongue over her clit. She lets out a desperate, needy sound, that makes me smirk.
I lick a heated circle, then playfully flick her clit, eliciting soft whimpers as she basks in the overwhelming sensations.
Her moans of pleasure fill the room as she tightly clenches my hair, her fist forming a firm grip.
“Fuck yeah, you’ve always liked that,” I tell her before sucking on her clit, listening to the wet sounds that escape my mouth. ”Keep making those sexy noises,” I say, going deeper, passionately devouring her.
As I introduce a finger, she lets out a muffled moan, her body responding to the rhythm of my tongue against her sensitive spot. When her hips arch, it takes the experience to a whole new level.
“Xander,” she breathes out, and though we’ve only just begun, I can sense she’s almost there. I slip in another finger, teasingly withdrawing them before easing them back in.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her voice laced with a seductive breathiness that I’ve always found sexy.
When I sense that she’s on the verge of exploding, I remove my finger and plant a soft kiss on her thigh. She lifts her head and stares down at me.
“Xander, I was so close,” she confesses and I hear the disappointment in her voice.
“I know,” I reply with a smug smirk before giving her clit another lick. “Eyes on me,” I tell her when she glances up at the ceiling.
“Are you planning on tormenting me the entire night?” she asks.
“Why do you want something from me?” I ask, grinning mischievously, while lazily giving her another lick.
“Yes,” she moans.
This time, I stay there, savoring the taste with slow, gentle licks that leave her dizzy with pleasure.
‘Xander,’ she says all breathy as she pulls hard on my hair. I can”t help but think that when she removes her hand, I”ll be left with a bald spot. She”s focused on me as I flick my tongue on her clit.
“Oh God, please, I beg you not to stop this time, or I’ll die.”
I suck harder on her swollen clit while my fingers curl inside her. Finally, she lets go, shamelessly grinding against my face, her moans grow louder and more desperate.
My tongue and fingers find that spot that always drives her wild. A sharp cry pierces the air. She’s incredibly vocal, and I adore how I can manipulate her, treating her body like a musical instrument, skillfully moving my tongue and my fingers to produce each sexy sound. It”s seriously the hottest fucking thing I”ve ever seen.
All the teasing and anticipation of building her up is completely worth it. I take pride in the overwhelming, mind-blowing orgasm that crashes down on her.
I continue to savor her taste even after she comes, causing her body to shiver. When she can no longer bear it, she yanks my face away from her pussy. I can’t help but grin, knowing that I’ve reduced her to a whimpering mess.
“That was fucking hot,” I say, before pressing my lips against hers. “Taste yourself,” I whisper, and she eagerly responds, engaging in a passionate kiss that allows me to explore her mouth with my tongue. It’s hot and demanding. Just the way I like. I love the way she effortlessly mirrors my every movement, making me crave her even more.
As soon as she attempts to reach for the button on my jeans, she lets out a tiny squeal as I flip us over on the bed so that she’s on top. When Poppy gets down on her knees, I lift my hands behind my head, eager to watch my naked princess unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. She quickly removes my jeans and boxers, and I can’t help but watch the way her eyes zero in on my hard cock.
“Kiss it,” I command her.
Leaning forward, she presses a soft kiss onto the glistening tip, playfully teasing me like I did to her before.
“More,” I say. “Kiss it the way I kissed your pretty little pussy.”
She obediently opens her mouth and licks up the creamy droplet forming on the tip. A soft moan escapes me as she circles her tongue around it.
“That’s it,” I say, all breathy as she teasingly explores the tiny opening. I let out another groan, urging her to do it again.
As she takes the tip into her mouth, my throat constricts. I firmly hold the base of my cock, while my other hand glides through her soft hair.
“Open wider,” I instruct. I slowly feed her my cock, gradually stretching her mouth around me. My jaw clenches as she takes me deeper, so deep that I graze the back of her throat.
Despite all the times I allowed groupies to pleasure me orally, none of them compare to the sensation of Poppy’s mouth. I used to close my eyes and imagine it was her, but it never felt quite right.
‘Fuck,’ I add, closing my eyes when she gags.
With a grunt, I pull all the way out, causing a string of saliva to appear between us. ‘Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now with my cock in your mouth?” I thrust inside again, loving the way my body coils, the way my dick pulsates on her tongue, the way she sucks hard.
‘Christ, I want to fuck your face.’ I hold her gaze, a feral sound escaping me, as I feel I’m losing control.
“Do it,” she says.
I firmly hold on to her hair, providing her with a brief warning before forcefully thrusting in and out of her mouth, my actions growing more intense, more wild. When I feel her throat relaxing, I increase the speed.
‘You like the taste of my cock, Princess.’ Saliva drips from her chin and tears well up in her eyes as she nods. ‘Show me how much you like it.’
Rising to her knees, she devours me completely. Her suction grows stronger, intensifying the pleasure. A deep, primal moan escapes me as I thrust into her mouth, fully aware of her desire to please me.
“Fucking hell.” I thrust my hips forward. ‘You’re gonna make me come, Princess?” She moans around my cock as I increase the speed. I can feel my muscles straining. I’m on the edge. So fucking close. Just one more thrust does it. I let out a groan as waves of pleasure shoot through me, as I release my warm essence into her throat.
“Swallow it,” I tell her. “Take it all like the dirty girl you are.”
As I ride out my orgasm, Poppy shows no signs of slowing down, eagerly letting me savor every moment of pleasure. Fuck I love her. Love her with all my heart.
“Good girl,” I say, pulling out of her. Leaning in, I kiss her, tasting myself. “You’re fucking perfect. I love the way you suck my cock.” Rising from the bed, I wrap my arm around her, helping her up from her knees. I lead her towards the bathroom, ready to indulge in another session with my filthy princess.