6. Chapter Six
Staying focused during practice is quite a challenge, especially with all the chaos with that biker. However, after Ace’s passionate rant about that obnoxious guy, he managed to enter a state of complete concentration. His sound is truly unique, and it complements my lyrics flawlessly. We’re making excellent progress.
As Ace drives me home, the silence in the car is deafening, filled with unspoken anger. He”s clearly still bothered by what happened earlier, even though he hasn’t said a word. Once he drops me off, he”ll probably hit up Jade for a distraction. And if Jade’s still pissed at him, it will be Savannah or someone else from the group. That”s Ace”s pattern, hooking up to escape his shitty life.
As we”re getting closer to my place, I see Poppy Reeves chilling, sitting on the curb, fully engrossed by her phone. As I take a breath, the haunting melody of her singing that night rushes back to me. Will the sound of her alluring voice ever reach my ears again?
The sight of the empty space in her driveway confirms that her mother must be gone for the night. Maybe they had a fight again, and that’s why she’s sitting on the side of the road. I don”t know why, but all of a sudden, I”m noticing every movement that Poppy makes.
Despite living two doors away from her for years, I”ve never been tempted to pry into her private life. So, why the fuck do I care now? Maybe it’s because I’m still trying to figure out why her voice did something to me the other night when she sang. And maybe the fact that Poppy is throwing me off. Poppy fucking Reeves, the loner. That girl doesn’t catch the eye of any guy. So why the fuck am I thinking of her in a way I shouldn’t?
“Yo, is that Poppy Reeves sitting in the street?” Ace eases off the pedal as he gets closer to my house. “That girl’s a fucking freak.” He parks the car.
With a jolt of irritation, my eyes lock onto his. For some reason, I kinda wanna tell him to shut the fuck up. Instead, I quickly gather my belongings and get out of the car.
“See ya tomorrow,” Ace says out the open window. He zooms off down the street.
As he passes, Poppy”s head lifts in curiosity, her eyes watching as he speeds by. With her eyes now fixed on me, she stands up and quickly slips her phone into her pocket.
All it takes is one look from her and I’m hightailing it out of there. The weight of her gaze stays with me as I make my way up the front path. What the fuck is happening? This chick is stirring up emotions in me that I”ve never felt before. I’m the one who is always assertive and commanding, always in control. I take what I please, without pause or consideration. They don’t even exist until I’m yearning to be balls deep in their wet holes. So why the fuck am I thinking like this? I haven’t even gotten a damn hand job from this girl, but she’s still all I think about. I need to get my shit together.
My heart starts racing when I hear footsteps coming closer, causing me to stop.
“Xander!” Poppy yells out.
“What?” I”m so pissed off and I can”t stand how she makes me feel. I spin around, hoping she’ll take one look at me and fuck right off.
She stops immediately and takes a step back, leaving an uncomfortable silence between us. “Um… well…”
I watch Poppy as she fights to find the right words to form a complete thought. Her face flushes with embarrassment. For some reason, I find satisfaction in the knowledge that I”ve made her uncomfortable.
“I messed up in a big way and now I have way more mac and cheese than I can eat. So, if you would like-”
“Stop,” I butt in, knowing she’s full of shit. It”s all because of what I told her the other night. I step closer, trying to intimidate her, as if it will make her disappear from my mind. “Don”t you dare give me your fucking sympathy, Princess?”
“Seriously, stop calling me that, you asshole. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not some fucking princess.” Her brows furrow in anger. Her face is like a canvas of frustration. “You’d see that if you pulled your head out of your ass for five seconds. I offered you something to eat, but if you don’t want it, then I’ll just throw it away. So go without. See if I care,” she says, a bitter edge to her voice. She turns away.
I reach out and grab her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her quick glance over her shoulder catches my eye, and for a brief moment, our gazes connect before she shifts her attention down to my hand on her arm.
Just the slightest touch of her sends a small tsunami of goosebumps all over me, leaving my skin tingling with anticipation. A fiery warmth spreads to my cock, igniting my desire. Ah, now it all makes sense. Out of all the girls I could hook up with, my dick is set on Poppy Reeves. Once he gets some relief, all these things I”ve been dealing with will finally go away.
I purposely keep my hand on her arm, testing the waters, observing her expression as I time how long it takes for her to push me away.
One second, two seconds, three seconds pass.
She takes one look at my face, noticing the mischievous smirk, and hastily pulls her arm away.
“What are you trying to do, Xander?”
Damn, she’s clever. Usually, it’s a simple touch and they give me what I want. But not with her.
“I never said no to the food. But let me be fucking clear on this. I don”t need your pity.”
“Listen up, asshole, you won”t be getting any pity from me. You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know.” She turns and walks away, leaving me alone.
“Yeah, so I”ve been told,” I mutter quietly to myself, as I follow her down the front path. I haven”t eaten all day and my hunger is reaching its peak. Plus, I”m up for the challenge of dealing with Poppy if it means I can feast on real food instead of chocolate bars. It’s been like forever since I’ve had a proper meal. Not since Mom passed away. Plus, with the way my dick responded to my hand touching her, maybe I could talk her into doing something to me while I’m there.
Poppy is silent as we walk back to the house.
I walk a few feet behind, stealing glimpses at her ass. Yeah, I can picture grabbing onto it and ramming into her tight pussy from behind.
But first I need to unravel the mystery of Poppy Reeves. I”m clueless when it comes to figuring out how to handle someone like her. She”s different from those other girls who always give me what I want. She”s not easily manipulated. My usual tricks don”t work on her. But believe me, they will eventually. Time to step up my game. I”m curious how long it will take for her to let her guard down and give me a blowjob with that smart mouth of hers. I suppose only time will tell.
When we get to her house, she moves up the front steps, taking them two at a time. She shoves the black front door open and walks in. With a smile, she holds the door open so I can come in. I step to the side and wait, scanning the area.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Poppy darts right past me, heading further into the house.
While Poppy moves over to the kitchen, I take a moment to survey the room.
Placed prominently in the room, the couch is covered with pillows and blankets, creating a cozy vibe. A big-ass TV sits on the back wall, demanding everyone’s attention. With the bright lights, all the shiny things in the room sparkle. Yep. Poppy Reeves may not have a castle, but she sure lives like a fucking princess. Nothing like the fucking mess I live in two doors down, with all the walls full of holes and bottles scattered on the floors.
“You can sit on the sofa if you like and I’ll bring it over,” Poppy yells from the kitchen.
I move over to the couch and drop my bag, feeling the weight lift from my shoulders. I rest my guitar against the side of the couch and take a seat.
Running my hand over the fabric feels like indulging in a lavish treat, with its silky texture under my fingertips.
“Do you want a drink?” Poppy asks, peering into the double-door fridge.
“Yeah, okay.”
“What do you want?”
“What have you got?”
“Coke, water, juice.”
So many fucking choices. I nailed the fucking name I gave her. She lives like a princess.
“I’ll take a coke.”
I continue to glance around the room. At least it will be cozy while I hang here a bit. Beats dodging my asshole father’s fists at home. Plus, hanging out with her might help me get my head back in the game. It”ll serve as a reminder that she”s not my type, someone who doesn”t matter. Why else would she be the loner of the school? Chillin” with her for like twenty minutes should remind me how boring she is. Then she won”t be occupying my thoughts or giving me a boner.
With a can and bowl in hand, Poppy makes her way across the room. Her movements catch my attention by the way her hips effortlessly sway, captivating my senses. I can feel my body tingling and getting all worked up.
She leans down to pass me the bowl of Mac and Cheese, and I can”t help but check out her tits. I have a clear view with the gap in the front of her shirt. Not bad. Not bad at all.
“Thanks,” I add, my eyes quickly darting up to her face.
She leaves the can of Coke on the coffee table in front of me and goes back to the kitchen. I can”t help but check her out. Fantastic ass, perfectly round and curvy. I’m curious to know if she’s ever been hit on before and what she would do if I were to make a move. Would she be open to it or would she shut it down?
She returns, her hands full with a steaming bowl of mac and cheese and a can of coke. When she moves past, I”m hit with a lingering vanilla fragrance.
Fuck she smells really good.
I watch as she sinks into the plush, cozy couch, tucking her legs under her. Leaning forward, she places her coke on the table next to mine and snatches the TV remote.
Even though she”s not physically next to me, my body is still alert to her presence.
“Is there anything you want to watch?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine before shifting down to the bowl in my hands. “Why aren’t you eating? I thought you were hungry.”
I stay quiet and focus on the bowl in my hands, not paying attention to the energy radiating from Poppy. Damn, I thought being here would finally end these messed-up thoughts. But I just wanna get down and dirty with her, corrupt the innocent little princess, and get my fix.
As I grab my fork and stab a piece of pasta, Poppy presses a button on the remote and the TV turns on. When that creamy mac and cheese hits my tongue, I can barely contain my delight. Holy crap, this is good. I take another bite and enjoy the taste.
”Have you ever watched The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills?” she asks, her gaze shifting towards me.
The Real Housewives - I have no fucking idea what show she’s talking about.
“Do I look like I’m into that, Princess?” I say with a mouth full of food, ignoring the pissed-off look on her face from the name I’ve just called her. “But you watch it if you want? I don’t care.” I shovel more of the mac and cheese into my mouth.
She goes back to watching TV, changes the channel, and throws the remote next to her on the couch. She wastes no time digging her fork into the steaming mac and cheese.
While she eats, I steal glances at her as she remains engrossed in the TV. Holy fuck, the way she sucks the cheese from her fork is turning me on. I”m curious about the sensation of having those plump, pink lips wrapped around my cock. I wonder if she”s ever given a blowjob. Probably not. I”m curious to know if she”ll kick Savannah out of last place.
While her attention is fixed on the TV, I keep checking her out. The smooth roundness of her face accentuates her natural beauty. As she blinks, her long lashes lightly stroke her smooth ivory skin, beautifully highlighting her big blue eyes.
As she watches something on the screen, a subtle amusement tugs at the corners of her mouth, causing a smile to bloom on her face. Her smile quickly turns into a giggle, ending with a loud snort.
The second I hear it, I grin.
Right away, she puts her hand over her mouth and looks towards me. She gets all red-faced and embarrassed.
“Oops, sorry. It just slips out sometimes. This show gets crazy.”
With her eyes still on me, I move my hand to the back of the lounge, letting it rest there just behind her neck. I”m curious to see how much I can get away with before she snaps and tells me to fuck off.
Poppy nervously bites her bottom lip, her body subtly trembling as she senses my presence. In an effort to steady herself, she takes a deep breath before refocusing her attention back on the television.
Ahh… yes. It appears that even this princess is susceptible to my charms. Only she’s much better at disguising her true feelings than the others.
I pull my arm back to finish my mac and cheese and focus on the television. Watching these crazy bimbos do some messed up shit to each other is entertaining, and kind of amusing.
It”s kinda weird how women can be so mean to each other, like Jade and the girls at school. They”re just tearing each other down to boost their own egos.
Before I even realize it, I have become totally invested in the show.
If anyone caught me here with Poppy, eating her mac and cheese and watching The RealHousewives, I’d deny that shit in a heartbeat.
As the show comes to an end, a smile spreads across my face, while Poppy bursts into uncontrollable laughter, amused by the women”s sadistic behavior.
The sound of her laughter catches me off guard, like a beautiful melody. It”s strange that after all these years of going to school with her, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her laugh.
That’s because dipshit you don’t have anything to do with her.
With the credits rolling, Poppy leans forward, setting her bowl on the table.
“Should we watch another one or do you have to go?”
I pick up on the hopeful undertone. It”s a good sign - she doesn”t want me to go. But I can”t hang out with her all night. That”s not my thing. If I wanna get this show started, it”s time for me to make my move.
“Yeah, but first I want to ask you something?” I move my arm back on the couch, right behind her neck.
“Yeah,” she says looking confused.
She shifts around on the couch to face me. There”s a sexy view of her tits through the slight opening in her shirt.
“So, what did you want to ask me?” she says, her voice quivering with uncertainty.
“What went down between you and your mom the other night?”
Pulling her legs in close, she wraps her arms tightly around them, seeking comfort, creating a protective barrier around her.
“My mom is always nagging me to go to college and study aged care, just like her.”
“And that’s not something you want.”
“No. Not at all.”
“So, what is it you want to do then, Princess?”
She throws me a “screw you” look but continues to answer my question.
“Well,” she says. “Whenever I think about my future, it”s all about music. Not in a band or anything like that. But music for children. Musical therapy is a great way to improve the lives of disabled children. I wanna start an organization and make a difference in kids” lives with music.”
“Do you even know how to play an instrument?”
“Yes, asshole. Of course, I know how to play. My dad taught me when I was little. He played in a band.”
“No way, seriously? How did I not know that?”
Because dickhead, Poppy slipped under your radar. Like she does with everyone else, all except Jade and her bitches.
“Yeah, my dad’s band didn’t achieve mainstream success, but he still followed his passion.”
“So, why not just tell your mom what you wanna do?”
She cocks an eyebrow. “What are you playing twenty questions or something?”
“Yeah, something along those lines. I guess it’s a game of Truth or Dare,” I say with a sly grin, wanting to test if I could convince her to do what I desired.
“My mom is not a fan of musicians because of my dad.” She flicks her tongue over her bottom lip, and my gaze instinctively follows. “Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”
“Okay. Truth,” I add, yearning to say ”Dare” but I need to take small, delicate steps, not wanting to spook her.
“Not to be rude, but why don’t you have any food at home? I mean, I”ve seen your dad leaving for work. So, I don’t understand.”
She’s right. My dad goes to work every morning. It”s crazy how he can keep a job and work all day with a hangover.
I look away for a second, trying to figure out what to say and how much to spill. Ace is the only one who knows how messed up my life is. I tend to keep my family issues private, especially with strangers. I don’t know why, but I wanted to see how she would react if I told her about it. And since she didn”t have any friends at school, I knew she wouldn”t spill the beans to anyone. I wanted to see how far I could push her to do what I wanted.
While considering my next words, I run my hands over the luxurious velvet fabric of the couch.
“Yes, you’re right. My dad goes to work every day. But to be honest, he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. It’s been that way ever since my mom passed.” The mere mention of my mom causes my throat to tighten, and I instinctively gulp to ease the tension. It”s rare for me to mention her to others. As I feel the tension building in my body, I shift the conversation to a different topic.
“Okay, it’s your turn now. Truth or dare?” I ask Poppy, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
“So we are actually playing this game,” she says, arching her eyebrow in surprise.
“Yes, now Truth or Dare.”
Before answering, Poppy takes a deep breath, clearly not wanting to play. Then she says, “Truth.”
“Did you make extra mac and cheese out of pity?”
I notice a flicker of sadness in her eyes as she quickly averts her gaze to something across the room.
“Poppy, I don’t need your fucking pity,” I say firmly. I can”t stand the thought of being seen like that. I make a move to leave, but Poppy”s hand on my arm keeps me rooted in place. The anger in me is so overwhelming that I can”t even acknowledge the tingling sensation that her gentle touch brings.
”I”m sorry,” she mutters softly.
I stand there, the silence hanging heavy between us, waiting for her gaze to meet mine. When she finally looks up at me, I can see the vulnerability etched on her face and in her eyes, mirroring the raw emotion of the night she sang out in the street. Why does seeing her like that have such an effect on me?
“Xander, I don”t feel any pity towards you. I invited you over so you won”t go hungry.”
“Come on, Princess, that’s the definition of pity.”
I watch her for a moment longer, savoring the sight of her chest rising and falling with each breath, before settling back down on the couch.
I break the silence with a simple question, “Truth or Dare?” The words linger in the air, waiting for a reply.
As she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, she utters the word “Truth.”
I study her for a moment, weighing the risks of pushing her too far and the potential rewards of getting what I want. I opt to keep it simple for now and stick with a basic question.
“I’ve noticed you don’t hang out with anyone at school. Why is that?”
Her eyes dart away from me, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of torment on her face.
“I used to have friends who were always there for me. But that changed a long time ago.” She glances back in my direction and shrugs. “I’m on my own now.”
“Is Jade the reason?”
She eyes me for a moment. “You know you asked two questions, right?”
“Quit stalling, Princess. Answer the question.”
She gives me a skeptical look, like she”s trying to figure out what I”m up to. “Deep down, I know it had something to do with that. My friends never came out and said it. But every time Jade would start, they would distance themselves. I think my friends ditched me because they didn’t want to be targeted like I was.”
Fuck. I feel bad for her. I can’t even wrap my head around having to deal with all that shit. Not to mention her lame-ass friends bailing on her because of it.
She picks up a cushion from the lounge and rests it gently on her lap, blocking my view of her tits. “Truth or Dare,” she says.
“Truth,” I add.
“What’s with all the girl hopping?”
“Because I don’t do relationships. Once I’m done with school, Ace and I are outta here.”
I nearly admitted that I only had an interest in chicks when it came to hooking up, but I didn’t want her to assume that was my sole purpose for being here. She doesn’t need to know my motives.
“Truth or Dare,” I ask.
“Truth.”
Her piercing blue eyes hold me captive as she gazes at me. I ask the question that”s been nagging me ever since I first entered this house.
“Are you still a virgin?”
I wait, my breath held, preparing myself for her to kick me out of her house, but to my surprise, she doesn’t. Instead, she drops her head, her fingers nervously fidgeting on a loose thread on the cushion in her lap.
Her voice, so faint it’s almost above a whisper. “Yes.”
I don”t know why, but it”s good to know she hasn”t been with anyone else.
‘It’s my turn,’ she says, shifting on the couch. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” I add.
“What’s something you’re afraid of?”
“Being trapped here and slowly morphing into my father?”
“Then you understand it. You get why I don’t wanna be stuck in the same boring job as my mom.”
“Yeah, I do,” I add, relaxing into the plush lounge, our eyes connecting. “It’s your turn.”
A mischievous smile dances on her lips as she eagerly challenges. “Dare.”
Thank fucking god. I’ve been waiting for that word since we started playing this fucking game. I chill for a bit, then position my arm on the back of the couch behind her.
It’s clear I’m making Poppy uneasy with my hand near her neck. I try to push it a little further by wrapping my fingers around the ends of her smooth, sun-kissed blonde locks. As I continue to play with the ends of her hair, I marvel at how soft and silky it feels. Glancing up, I notice her eyes fixed on my every move. Her face says it all - she”s totally shocked, her mouth hanging open and eyes wide.
“You should be careful with dares, Princess. You might not like what I dare you to do.” I run my tongue over my bottom lip. Her eyes flicker down to my mouth. I give her a lopsided smirk, relishing in the satisfaction of knowing that move never fails to work its magic. “I dare you to suck my dick!”
She looks up at me right away. I brace myself for her sharp reply, recalling how she shot me down when I propositioned her at the 7-Eleven the other night.
I watch her swallow, a subtle movement that betrays her unease. Each passing second feels like an eternity, the tension growing as she hesitates to speak. She”s in deep thought, just staring at me.
When I can no longer bear the deafening silence, I break it with my voice.
“You know the rules, Princess. A dare is a dare.”
“I know,” she says, her head bobbing in agreement, showing her understanding. With a deep breath, she gathers her strength and stands up from the couch.
I feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart pounding in anticipation of what”s to come. I can’t believe Poppy actually agreed to give me a blowie. Fingers crossed, I just hope all the effort I’ve put in will be worth it in the end.
With a swift movement, she positions herself in front of me and drops to her knees. The sight of her in that position instantly gets me hard. The thought of her mouth wrapped around my cock sends a delicious shiver down my spine. I get comfy on the couch and keep my arm rested on the back cushion.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, eager to find out what’s in store for me.
“No,” she shakes her head.
Given her lack of experience, I”m pondering whether I should abandon the idea altogether. I don”t think I could handle another feeble attempt at a blowie, with half-hearted efforts and a complete lack of technique. I”m still getting over the one Savannah gave me a few days ago.
With Poppy on her knees, her gaze piercing into my soul I succumb to the weight of the moment. I won”t know how terrible she is until she actually does it. Furthermore, when she gives me the most unsatisfying blowjob, it will aid in getting her out of my fucking head.
“Well, whenever you’re ready Princess,” I add, surrendering my control to her.
With a deep breath, she unbuttons my jeans, unzips my pants, and pulls out my throbbing cock.
Her fingers on my dick ignite a fire within me, awakening every nerve ending.
Her unwavering stare remains on my firm cock, and I find myself fascinated by her interest. My eyes are fixed on her as she licks her plump lips, and I fight the urge to release a low, throaty groan. The thought of this being her first blowjob is sending my mind into a frenzy. I can’t put my finger on why I want to be present for all her firsts, and not just this one.
Pull yourself fucking together. She hasn’t even done anything yet, dickhead.
With a tender stroke of her fingertips, she explores the sensitive underside of my cock, unleashing a cascade of pleasurable sensations.
“Fuck,” I growl as a groan of delight hisses from my throat.
She meets my gaze, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, and repeats the action with a playful smile. The slightest touch sets off a chain reaction of bliss, pulsating through every inch of me. The impulse to push her head down and thrust into her mouth flits through my mind, but I quickly dismiss it. I want her to take control and analyze her actions. If her touch gets me this aroused, how intense will it feel in her warm mouth?
She traces her fingers around the tip of my cock, gathering the sticky pre-cum that has formed at the head. With a soft smile, she brings her fingers to her mouth, savoring the taste on her tongue. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
As she leans forward, I can feel the warmth of her breath on my dick, making me quiver with pleasure as her tongue slides along the shaft. With a swirling motion of her tongue, she explores the flavor on the tip.
When I take a deep breath, I can feel the tension building up inside me, like it”s about to burst. And fuck, she hasn”t even gone down on me yet.
My breathing, heavy and deep, immediately grabs her attention. She looks up, her eyes sparkling with triumph, and gives me a satisfied smile, knowing she has successfully manipulated me. Her focus shifts back to my cock, and she takes me deep into her mouth.