Chapter 11 Poppy
ELEVEN
Poppy
The shower in Tristan and Vance’s apartment is unbelievable. There are eight heads, hitting every part of my body all at once. Josh’s and my shower always splutters and chokes. I have to hit it a few times just to get it to pump out enough water to rinse the soap from my hair.
The bathroom door opens, but with all the steam, I can’t see who has come inside until Tristan’s large frame closes in behind me, causing my pulse to spike.
I sometimes still wonder if I took a harder fall that day at the office and this has all been a coma dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake up.
Large palms roam down my arms, and I sigh, leaning into his touch. When he takes a bottle of body wash from the shelf, I don’t inform him that I’ve already washed and was about to get out.
Shifting me out of the spray of the shower heads, he begins rubbing the fruity-scented gel into my skin. It’s an expensive product I can’t usually afford. Focusing on the way his hands slip and slide over my skin, I try not to let my thoughts wander to why he has all these female products on hand.
When Vance brought me a whole bundle of items the first night I came here, I wanted to ask if they belonged to an ex, but I didn’t want to sound jealous or rude. I concluded that they must have family who comes to stay and simply keep a supply on hand.
“What are you thinking about, Poppy?” The timber of his voice vibrates against my back.
Shifting me to face him, he drops to one knee and lifts my foot to place it on his quad, lathering the soap up my calf, knee, and thigh. I clench my stomach muscles and try not to moan when his fingers brush my pussy lips.
“I was thinking about how well you’ve treated me.” I bite my lip when I look down at him, kneeling before me, a god at my feet. “How grateful I am.”
“You deserve nothing less.” He replaces my foot with the other, repeating the cleaning process. “And I’m the one who’s grateful to get to worship you.”
He focuses on my tattoo, I sweep my thumb over the small scar under his eye, he kisses my wrist, and I swallow the emotion clogging my throat at the prospect of someone inflicting all his scars. “I hate that someone hurt you.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
Looking up at me, he kisses my inner thigh. “They’re dead. Do my scars define me?”
“No,” a whisper escapes my lips. “They show your strength, your defiance against breaking.” My hands cradle his neck. “They’re beautiful silver lines of survival, detailing everything you’ve overcome to be here.”
He places my foot back down, then grasps my hips, gently pulling me forward and placing a kiss on my lower stomach, igniting a swarm of sensations there. “I like your perspective on them.”
When he rises, I wrap my arms around his neck and push up onto my tiptoes to brush over his lips with mine.
He pulls me closer, our wet, slick bodies crashing together as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth, claiming, owning, devouring.
As his light stubble grazes my face and his teeth nip my bottom lip, I ache for him to leave his marks on me.
His fingers twist in my hair as his tongue plows into me, punishing my mouth with hot, panty-melting licks.
Hoisting me up onto his body, my legs instinctively curl around his waist. He pushes my back against the shower wall, groaning into my mouth while grinding his hard cock against my core. Need surges through me as his lips move along my jaw, biting and sucking down my neck.
Tilting my hips, I reach down to line his cock up with my hot heat then slide down the full length of him with a sharp intake of breath, feeling every rung on his piercing ladder.
Hissing through his teeth, he rests his forehead against mine, looking between our joined bodies to watch his cock disappear inside my pussy as I lift up his shaft then slowly glide back down.
With a frenzied exhale, he thrusts his hips, his arm banding around my waist and anchoring us with his other hand on the wall beside my head.
I’m moaning and boneless as he fucks me relentlessly, skin slapping skin, his balls hitting against my ass. He exudes pure power, controlling both our bodies, maneuvering me like I’m a feather, not a fully-grown woman.
Those thick lips of his crash against mine, kissing and biting up my jaw before he rests his mouth over my shoulder. Pounding his hips, I revel in the friction from our joined bodies rubbing against my nipples as his cock reaches depths I didn’t know existed.
Pleasure burns through every part of my body, and like a river breaking its banks, I come undone.
Our gluttonous moans fill the room as my walls clench around him, strangling his cock and wringing his own release from him.
“Fuck, Poppy. I want to live inside you.” He breathes heavily, his legs shaking as he lowers me to my feet. Clasping my head in his powerful palms, I swoon as he kisses my nose then my forehead. I cling to his forearms, my eyes fluttering closed, never wanting this moment to end.
My heart is thundering so hard, emotion swirling in my chest cavity, banging at my ribs to be released. Can people fall in love this quickly?
“Vance is making breakfast. Come out when you’re ready.”
He kisses me once more then leaves without showering himself.
Turning my phone over to stop the screen from lighting up with Josh’s nonstop, incoming calls, I smile meekly at Vance who is watching me like a hawk. Or watching my damn phone.
“Everything okay?” he asks when the stupid brick begins vibrating again, dancing on the counter.
“I’m just gonna take this call.” I snatch the phone then head down the hallway for some privacy.
“I don’t want to speak to you yet, Josh. Why can’t you give me the space I’ve asked for?” I sneer through gritted teeth down the line.
There are pictures of city skylines adorning the walls along the hallway, and I realize there’re lots of doors, leading to rooms in this apartment that I’ve yet to explore. Would they mind me being nosy?
“Because you won’t tell me where the hell you are, and I’m worried.
I have the right to worry about you. And your mom keeps calling since we’re supposed to leave tomorrow to go to my parents and you’re dodging her calls.
Eric put the payment down on the rental car weeks ago, Pop.
” If I didn’t dodge her calls, I’d have to speak to her eighty times a day. She’s been relentless. “Pop?”
Ugh, hearing him call me ‘Pop’ makes me want to vomit, memories of him pretending to shake me up like a soda pop assaulting my mind. I used to find those things endearing, but now it all just hurts and grates my nerves.
“You still expect me to drive home with you two like nothing happened?” I scoff incredulously.
I sneak down the long hallway, my feet tapping against the heated marble floor. I try one of the door handles, which opens into another bedroom. I smile, Vance’s rich scent wafting from inside before I close the door.
“We need to get past this, Pop.” Josh’s heavy exhale sends anger boiling through my veins. “Please come to the apartment so we can at least discuss things.”
Every part of me wants to tell him to fuck off, but we should just get this done, and I desperately need my things. I’ve been living in Vance and Tristan’s T-shirts, ones I know cost more than most of my wardrobe combined.
“I’ll make Eric go somewhere else, Pop. Please.”
I try another handle to peek inside, but it doesn’t budge.
“Fine.” Rubbing my forefinger and thumb against the bridge of my nose, I sigh. “I’ll be there in an hour.”
My eyes scan over the door, homing in on the keyhole. It’s locked. Intriguing…
“Okay, great,” Josh replies, sounding excited. I end the call before he can say anything else.
Vance is adding avocado to a plate of eggs and bacon when I come back into the kitchen. He hands me the plate, nodding to a stack of toast he’s prepared. I’ve never eaten so well. Clearly, this man likes to take care of us, he even makes sure we’re drinking enough.
“Thank you.” I smile at him, taking a seat at the dining table. “Josh wants me to go over there and speak to him.”
“And what do you want?” He snaps a piece of bacon, shoving it in his mouth.
“To get it over with.”
Bringing over a glass, he pours me some orange juice before sitting beside me with his mug of coffee. Encouraging me to eat with a jerk of his chin to the plate, his dominating demeanor makes my pussy throb.
“So, are you’re going?” Curious eyes track my movements.
“I told him I would be over in an hour.” Picking up a slice of toast, I bite into it.
“An hour isn’t much time.” He scoops some avocado on to my next bite, smiling, “it’s good for you to eat healthy fats.”
“Why do you have a locked room?” I find myself asking, my curiosity getting the better of me. I also want to change the subject from Josh.
Vance studies me, making me squirm. “It’s where we keep our toys, we don’t want the housekeeper having to touch that stuff.”
My stomach flips at that statement. A whole room for sex toys? I had a small bullet that I kept hidden in a Tampax box. “Can I see?”
“Nope.” He flashes me his teeth, and I suddenly want them in my neck, feeding on me like a vampire. “It would ruin the surprises we have for you if we let you in there.”
Anticipation for those surprises tingles in my veins, I like not knowing. “Where is Tristan?” I ask, looking around the room, my tone a little husky.
“He went to collect a delivery from the front desk.”
“They don’t bring them up?” I’d be shocked if they didn’t, considering how lavish this place is. In regard to luxury, it rivals the hotel’s penthouse. It must cost a small fortune to live in a place like this.
“They do.” He licks his lips, watching my mouth as I take a bite of the toast. “If he requests them to, but he didn’t want anyone seeing you.”
Looking away from him, my stomach churns. Is he embarrassed by me?
Studying me with a tilted head, Vance swipes his thumb to my cupid bow, capturing some butter collecting there then sucking the pad into his mouth.
“Tristan only likes to share with me.” His gaze drags down my form.
“Any man seeing you freshly fucked, wearing no panties, is a fuse we don’t want detonated. ”
My mouth parts, and I blink a couple of times before replying. “You think he would get jealous?”
“I don’t think, Angel.”
I don’t know what to make of that. I always thought Josh was too preoccupied to worry about other men finding me attractive, but now I know he never really wanted me that way himself.
I wonder what he’d say if I told him about Tristan and Vance.
Part of me wants to tell him just to be spiteful, not that he would care truly.
It’s so obvious, now that I’ve been with Tristan and Vance.
Their desire for me is in every action, movement, each spoken word.
It’s impossible to not feel wanted around them.
I just wish Josh could’ve been honest with me instead of wasting years of my life.
“Thank you for always feeding me.” I nudge Vance with my knee, and he rewards me with a dazzling smile.
“I like feeding you.” Somehow, his words come out sounding sexy, his seductive tone landing straight between my legs.
Surely, it’s not natural to be this turned-on after already being thoroughly fucked nonstop for hours on end.
“You’re blushing, Angel. What’s going on in there?” He taps a finger to my temple, an appreciative, hoarse sound rumbling in the back of his throat.
“I was thinking maybe I want to feed you,” I reply, my voice thick with lust.
Vance stands, his lips curling at one side and his pupils growing wide.
Leaning over my chair from behind, he takes the toast from my hand and tosses it on the plate before he grasps the hem of my shirt and slowly raises it up my torso, his mouth at my ear, hot air wisping against the lobe when he says, “Such a needy little slut, our Angel is.”
My pussy aches, arousal leaking from me, dampening the seat. With my tits exposed, the temperature change has my nipples pebbling to hard little stones.
I raise my arms so he can lift the T-shirt over my head, but instead, he feeds each arm out, leaving the material bunched at my throat. Gathering the fabric, he twists until it tightens around my neck, my stomach clenching and thighs squeezing together as my air becomes restricted.
Anticipation strangles my lungs as he loops the extra fabric around the back of the chair, tying it so I’m bound. Goosebumps raise across my flesh when he reaches for the chair legs, scraping them across the floor until my chair is facing him.
My naked body trembles as my head is forced into a tilted position, no longer able to move it without completely cutting off my air.
I grip the sides of the chair, my mouth going desert dry as I watch him drop to his knees and roughly shove my thighs to part them.
Curling his arms under my knees, he tugs me forward until I’m balancing precariously on the edge, lust mixed with trepidation has my breaths coming in short, needy puffs as the fabric around my throat pulls taut.
Watching me between dark lashes, I spasm as his thick, warm tongue swipes up my folds. “You taste of Tristan, Angel,” he groans, twirling his tongue around my sore, needy hole before prodding inside. “He fucked you so good, you’re all swollen.”
My heart thunders in my chest as my lungs beg for me to take a deep breath. Sucking in a little oxygen, I tilt my hips further to get better contact. I clasp a fistful of his hair, eliciting a dark chuckle from him when I push him firmer between my thighs.
“So ravenous.” He murmurs against my pussy, sucking my clit into this mouth before devouring me. He kisses my pussy like he kisses my mouth—with deep strokes, sucking, swirling, wielding his tongue like it’s a fucking wand, and he’s summoning all of my juices to leak from me.
I fuck my pussy against his face wildly, his grip on my thighs bruising as he eats me like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. Years.
My walls ache, and a pulse of pure bliss flows through me. Little black dots fill my vision as I gasp frantically for breath until I nearly pass out, my thighs clench around his head, caging him in. My body twitches, toes curling.
“Oh, fuck me!” Tristan’s voice booms through the room.
My eyes flutter open to see him standing by the front door. Holding a lollipop in one hand, he drops a bundle of shopping bags to the floor to take out his phone, snapping pictures.
“That’s the prettiest image I’ve ever owned.” He proclaims, chest rising and eyes narrowing on me with intention.
“My turn.”