Chapter Twenty-Two #2
She shakes her head when I caress her cheek, fighting off the attraction that’s still there and always has been. “If you knew who I am now, you wouldn’t be saying that, Wes.” She called me Wes, not Wesley.
“I don’t care about that, Poppy. I just care about you.” Before she can stop me, I tug her forward, my lips crashing down on hers with a possession so deep it rattles my bones.
She’s hesitant for three seconds, exactly two heartbeats before she gives in, tongue wetting my lips, body sagging against mine in a defeat so volatile it makes her knees buckle beneath her.
Her back presses against the brick again, mouths dueling for dominance as our tongues dance in tandem.
“Please,” she begs. “Just let me go.”
“Impossible,” I whisper against her lips. “I won’t give up on you.”
For whatever reason, that admission ignites something inside of her. Her hands find their way to my zipper, the metal teeth dragging down in desperation before she pops the button and forces my already hard cock out of my boxers. The heat of her mouth is everything I imagined it to be… perfection.
What bothers me is how good she is at this. How her knees hit the filthy dirt, and she sucks me off like this is repetition for her. What exactly has she been up to these past few years? Am I reading into this too much?
“Poppy, what are you doing?”
She looks up at me with doe-like eyes, the same eyes that used to pin me in place with withered glares, and threats of annihilation behind wide-rimmed glasses.
She doesn’t have her glasses on today, but it’s still her.
Somewhere beneath this broken and frail woman, is the fiery girl I fell in love with all those years ago.
“Something you’ve been wanting for a very long time.” She only takes a breath long enough to say that sentence, before she’s back to sucking me off again. My fingers thread into her hair, guiding her mouth along my cock as she sends waves of pleasure through all of my nerve-endings.
Stop thinking about who she’s been with, Voor.
Erase them all.
Without hesitation, I guide her to her feet, bringing those slightly swollen lips back up to mine, and owning them like they’ve always belonged to me. She parts her legs with ease, allowing my fingers to toy and play with her clit until she’s moaning her acceptance against my lips.
“Please, Wes, make me forget.”
I drop to my knees, rolling my tongue over her slit once I’ve pushed her panties to the side, and hike up her skirt enough to bury myself between her thighs.
She lets out another moan, this time louder. Her hands dig into my shoulder blades, grabbing onto my cut, anchoring me so I don’t drift away. But how can I leave when I finally have her just where I want her?
She cries out when her orgasm hits. It’s faster than either of us could’ve predicted, coming within seconds of my tongue and fingers combining to find that sweet spot that sends her over the edge.
“Oh god!” she whimpers, legs shaking with a slight tremble. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
She practically melts against me when another orgasm ricochets through her, and I slowly rise, my cock ready to find a home inside her and never leave.
This wasn’t what I imagined our first time being, but I honestly don’t know if I’ll get another chance. This woman is more bipolar than the people diagnosed with it.
“Fuck me, Wesley.”
My mouth hovers over the slope of her neck, eyes darkening as her filthy words harden me more. “Is this where you want our first time to be. Here… in the darkened alley of Fernley, pushed up against a wall with a trashcan as our only cover?”
Tears form in her eyes, and I’m not exactly sure why.
“I have too many memories in places just like this.” She clutches my cut, her bony fingers digging in with desperation. “Only you can erase them.”
My hand cups her cheek, wiping away a stray tear that slides down her face cautiously. “Poppy. Fuck. What the hell has happened to you?”
She blinks a few times, bottom lip quivering, fighting whatever fucked up memories are dragging her down to a place she doesn’t want to be.
“Hell, Wes. Hell has happened to me.”
She pulls me in without warning, lips covering mine as she viciously steals another kiss, this time rubbing my cock at the same time, hardening me more. “Make me forget, Wesley. Please.”
We slide her shorts down her legs, low enough for her to step out of one side to give me enough space to move her up the wall. Our lips never part. Not when I shred her thong with my hand, ripping it violently off her before stuffing it into my pocket.
She moans in anticipation, head thrown back as my cock lines up with her entrance, and plunges in without warning. Nails dig into my back as I pick up speed, her warmth intoxicating me, her moans only making me want her more.
“Jesus, Poppy,” I mutter against her lips, “You feel sensational.”
She sighs with content, her cute little moans only making me want to go faster.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” she whimpers, her desperate eyes meeting mine.
“You’re not dreaming, baby girl. This is the real thing.”
You can hear our bodies slamming together, each of our moans echoing off the sides of buildings for anyone to hear. Neither of us care if we get caught or if anyone finds us.
They can fuck off for all I care.
I’ve waited way too many years for this. Wishing and hoping for this moment when she finally gives in, allowing me to feel a piece of her she’s always kept to herself.
This is over a decade worth of sexual tension covered up by aggressive banter finally coming to a head.
For a brief second, her haunted eyes brighten, boring into me with a heated desire that has everything in me exploding. I don’t even have time to pull out. I just unload everything I have, filling her up just as she comes crashing down beside me.
We slowly come down together. Breaths coming out in stimulated huffs, lips desperate to stay attached even though we know it’s time to pull apart.
The second her feet touch the ground, she wobbles, falling into my arms like she’s just learning to walk.
“That was—” she starts, blinking like she can’t believe it just happened.
“That was amazing,” I finish for her, kissing her again.
She nods, even though she’s crying.
“Poppy, why are you crying?”
Wiping a few miserable tears away, she quickly tugs up her shorts, looking at me like I’m suddenly enemy number one again.
“Because I let my guard down.”
“So?”
“And I can’t do that, Wes. Not with you. Not after everything we’ve been through.”
“Why?” I question, forcing her to look me in the eye.
Before she can answer me, her phone goes off, ringing aggressively in the silent space of the alleyway like it’s cursing my existence.
Whatever heat burned between us seconds ago, fizzles and dies along with the light that briefly flashed in her eyes.
A look of sheer terror floods her features as she pushes me away, bringing the phone up to her ear while tremors and shakes take over.
“H—Hello?”
I can hear him on the other side of the phone, his voice gruff and angry, his threats coming off crystal clear.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know?” he rages.
“Kn—know what?” We briefly make eye contact long enough for her to move away.
“That the deal went south. That you fucked up.”
“I—I’m sorry, Warden.”
He laughs wickedly. “Oh, you’re gonna be sorry if you don’t get back here with my money right fucking now.”
“I’m on my way,” she whispers, though she’s nothing but shakes and shivers.
The phone clicks off as she puts more distance between us.
“I have to go.”
“But we just got started.”
“I can’t do this, Wesley. It was a mistake.”
Her words wound me. “Nothing about us has ever been a mistake, Poppy. You wouldn’t have let me fuck you if you weren’t feeling something too.”
She takes another step backward, shaking her head the whole time. “You don’t get it, Wesley. I don’t feel anything anymore. I’m numb. Nothing more than a cancerous tumor in this world. Kissing you was nothing more than a momentary lapse of judgment.”
“And the blow job?”
“A peace offering that should’ve ended with a broken dick.”
There she is.
“And everything else?” I question. “Was that a lapse of judgment too?”
She pauses, staring at me with eyes too afraid to give in. “That was me testing the waters of something that will only poison me.”
“Damn, you really know how to wound a guy.”
She moves closer to the edge of the alley. “Just stop chasing me, Wes.”
My body takes a daring move toward her. “That’s not gonna happen, Poppy.”
“Then you leave me no choice. If I see you again, I’ll wound you for real.”
My eyes widen. “You don’t mean that.”
For a second, she shifts, almost like she’s second guessing her own words. “I have no other choice. You can’t save me, Wes. So, just stop trying. What happened between us today was a mistake.” Her voice drops to a painful whisper. “One that will live with me forever.”
Then she’s gone, rushing out of the alley like nothing happened. And the worst part? Even though I want to believe what she said was a lie, deep down in my heart, I know if she sees me again, she’ll do everything in her power to push me away… possibly even kill me if she has to.