20. Chapter Twenty
Since I fucked Poppy last week, I had hoped that having her would finally suppress the constant desire that I feel for her whenever she’s around. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the outcome. She remains deeply ingrained in my thoughts, unchanged. I’m so pissed at myself for ditching her the way I did that day. She deserves someone much better than me. But that’s my pattern. Whenever things become too difficult I just walk away.
I honestly thought that distancing myself would help me avoid the uncomfortable feelings that have been arising. However, the absence of not being near, not talking to her is making it incredibly difficult to stay away.
Every evening, as I pass by her house on my way to the 7-Eleven, an intense urge would spring up inside me, compelling me to knock on her door and apologize for leaving. It’s not in my nature to apologize easily, so this uncharted territory left me feeling unsure of how to navigate it. Consequently, I would simply continue walking, not wanting to become the kind of person who seeks attention from girls or easily succumbs to their influence. However, these unexpected emotions have completely consumed me, and it’s unusual for me to give much thought to such matters.
Like earlier today, my focus was protecting Poppy from the heartless insults that Jade was throwing at her. I don’t get into petty shit like that. But I did because it was Poppy. That’s why I threatened to release that video Ace has on his phone. Of course, it’s just an empty threat. Despite being the asshole I am, I would never embarrass a chick like that. I only said it because of what she said to Poppy.
Sitting on this massive rock, I gaze towards the distant ridge, eagerly anticipating a glimpse of Poppy coming down the path. Since seven o’clock tonight, I’ve repeatedly glanced in that direction, more times than I’d like to admit. Taking a deep breath, I turn my head, scouring the surroundings once again for any signs of activity.
Seeing her approach, I quickly shift my attention back to the guitar she had gifted me, pretending that I hadn’t noticed her. I do this more for my own reasons, as I prefer to avoid her becoming one of those clingy girls. However, I must admit, Poppy Reeves doesn’t strike me as the clingy type either. She’s nothing like Jade or those other girls. Whenever I hooked up with Jade, she always believed there was something more between us. But with Poppy, she just doesn’t give off that kind of vibe. Since my mistake of walking away from her the other day, she hasn’t attempted to call me at all. So there’s that. Totally different. She doesn’t smother me like other chicks do once we’ve hooked up.
Strumming my guitar, I continue working on the melody that has been constantly looping through my head. However, when I notice her standing there, I pause and glance up.
“That sounds good,” she says, climbing up the rock to sit beside me.
“Yeah, it’s just something I’ve been working on.” I turn my attention back to the guitar and continue playing. “What took you so long?” I ask, casually.
“Mom and I got into it again.”
I pause playing the guitar and lift my head to look at her. “You guys fight a lot, huh?”
“Yeah. Hey, I thought you were leaving this at Ace’s,” she says, gesturing towards the guitar, attempting to change the subject.
“I usually do, but I needed it today. Plus I wanted to keep working on this melody that’s stuck in my head. Do you think you could look after the guitar for me until tomorrow, like maybe leave it in your car or something?”
She nods in agreement, but I can sense that something is bothering her. I refocus my attention on the guitar and begin strumming a few chords.
“What’s on your mind, Princess?”
“I don’t know just the usual stuff.” Sitting beside me, her legs dangle over the edge, swinging back and forth.
As I strum the guitar, the strings vibrate against my fingertips, filling the air with harmonious melodies. As I raise my head, my heart skips a beat, completely captivated by her beauty. Her eyes, like mirrors, reflect the sun’s golden rays as it sets below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon us. A gentle breeze carries the alluring scent of her perfume, intoxicating my senses. As I study her face, my fingers abruptly halt on the taut strings. I lift my hand and trace my fingertips along the side of her face, feeling the smoothness beneath my touch while a heavy weight settles in my chest as regret floods over me, realizing my foolish blindness all these years. I never truly saw who she really is.
“That sounds really great, Xander,” she says, her voice pulling me back into the moment.
In that instant, I am reminded once again that I have returned to that forbidden place. I remove my hand from her face and gaze out over the landscape.
“Thanks. Ace thinks it’s the best thing I’ve written so far, and the lyrics are top-notch too.”
“Can I hear it?”
“We don’t play this sort of music usually, but we’re trying to mix things up a bit. We need to have a variety of songs for when we audition for agents.”
“Will you play it for me?”
“Yeah, if you spill the beans about what”s bothering you.”
“My mom has been hassling me again about what I”m gonna do next year. That’s all. So can I hear it?”
“It’s not finished yet.”
“That doesn’t matter, I”m curious to hear what you”ve come up with.”
“Why?”
“I”m so glad I”m here to see your talent, Xander.”
I glance down at my guitar, uncertain of what to say in response to those rare words that I seldom hear. However, when it comes to her, she never fails to remind me of how talented and how unique I am.
“You can never take a compliment, can you?”
“No.” I lift my head and meet her gaze. “Not when you’ve been told most of your life that you’re worthless. You tend to believe it sometimes,” I confess.
“But don’t ever believe that shit, Xander. One day, you’ll see yourself the way I see you. How everyone sees you.”
Remaining silent, I watch her closely. “I truly hope that someday I can see myself through your eyes. But for now, it”s easier to accept what people have been calling me all these years.”
“It saddens me that you can’t see your own worth.” Tears well up in her eyes.
“You know how I feel about pity, Princess. I fucking hate it.” I lean in closer, cupping the back of her neck, and resting my forehead against hers. A single tear trails down her cheek. I press my lips gently against hers, savoring the sweet taste. “Now, do you want to see what I have been working on?”
“Yes,” she nods.
Refocusing on the guitar, my fingers find the strings, and I strum the opening chords. The sound fills the space, resonating with a melodic rhythm.
“Feel the heartbeat in every strike,
In the thunderous roar, we find what we like.
Lightning flashes, an electric spear,
Can you feel the thunder, drawing near?
Cracks in the silence, the storm’s embrace,
In the echoes, our hearts find a place.
Guitars screaming, breaking through the night,
A symphony of emotions, taking flight.
Thunder rolling, breaking the chains,
A symphony of rebellion in our veins.
Feel the power, the energy, the fear,
Can you feel the thunder, drawing near?
Pounding hearts, echoes in the night,
A fierce storm, emotions taking flight.
The storm subsides, but the echoes persist,
In the aftermath, our bond exists.”
I stop playing and look at Poppy who still watches me. “That’s all I’ve got so far.”
“Wow, that is really good, Xander. How long have you been working on it?”
“The tune has been stuck in my head for a while, but I only started writing the lyrics yesterday.”
“It’s really good. I can’t wait to hear the rest of it when you finish it.”
Compliments have always been hard for me to believe, so I shift my attention to the vibrant colors splashed across the sky.
“So why are we meeting here tonight?” Poppy asks.
“Today’s my mom’s birthday,” I whisper, my throat tightening as the overwhelming sense of loss and longing for her resurfaces.
“Today! Your mom’s birthday is today.”
“Yep,” I reply, trying to keep my emotions in check.
She extends her hand towards me, and I feel solace in her touch as our fingers entwine. “How old would she have been today?”
“Thirty-nine.” I pause, briefly collecting my thoughts. “On her birthday, we would always sit side by side, strumming our guitars and singing.”
“Oh, I get now why you have your guitar.”
I nod.
“What’s your mom’s favorite song?”
“Well, her favorite band was Radiohead,” I reply. “So, any of those, but I know one that we can sing.”
Her lips curl into a smile. “Creep!”
I nod and shift my gaze downwards, ready to play the first few notes on the guitar. With fingers poised, I eagerly anticipate the melody, determined to bring it to life.
As the music begins, Poppy’s seductive voice sings with mine, creating a mesmerizing connection. Our eyes lock, and together, our voices blend harmoniously, weaving a tapestry of emotions through the air. The energy intensifies with each strum of the guitar, igniting a profound passion within me.
As the song continues, our voices intertwine like vines, effortlessly harmonizing. Poppy’s sultry voice adds depth and allure, beautifully contrasting with the raw intensity of my own. Our eyes hold, a magnetic force pulling us closer. In that instant, the world around us fades into insignificance, leaving only the music and this single moment of time.
When the final notes hang in the air, a quiet stillness descends upon us. The bond of singing to my mother lingers, a palpable energy that leaves us breathless.
“Thank you,” I add, my voice choking with emotion. Tears come to my eyes as I envision how deeply my mother would have treasured this moment.
I look away, hoping to conceal my vulnerability from Poppy.
“Tell me more about what happened with your mom tonight?” I inquire, eager to shift my focus onto something else.
“Well, I told her about my plans a little while back and she was pissed. Has been every day since. And when she started on me again, I made it clear that it’s my life and I will do what I want.”
“Good. You need to do whatever makes you happy, Poppy. No matter how much your mom pressures you, don’t give in.”
“I won’t.”
When a cool breeze sweeps in, I notice Poppy shivering. She raises her hands and gently glides them over her arms, trying to soothe the prickling goosebumps on her skin.
“Come on, let’s go,” I say, getting on my feet. With my guitar in one hand, I reach out my other hand to offer her support.
“Are you sure?” she asks, taking my hand to get up. “It’s your mom’s birthday. I don’t want you to leave because of me.”
“It’s fine. I came straight here after school.”
As I walk home with my guitar in hand, Poppy by my side, we reach the 7-Eleven. In a hurry, I hand my guitar to Poppy and head into the store. I carefully stash a couple of chocolate bars in my pockets and rush out. Poppy”s disapproving look says it all - she knows about my little adventure.
Not uttering a single word, she hands me the guitar and moves down the street with me following closely behind. Arriving at the front of her house she turns to face me.
“Are you coming in?”
“Sure,” I reply, following her down the front path and into the house.
Inside I rush to the couch, while Poppy shuts the front door. I carefully place my guitar against the couch. The minute Poppy walks by, my instincts take over. I wrap my arm around her and bring her in for that long-awaited kiss. Since I saw her tonight, I”ve been wanting this moment so badly, trying to resist my urges.
The kiss is hot and needy, igniting a fiery passion within me. Instantly, I”m rock hard. The intensity of our connection electrifies the air, sending delightful shivers down my spine. It’s a kiss that leaves me breathless, yearning for more. Filled with desire and hunger, I gently caress the side of her face with one hand while the other rests on her hip, walking her backward towards the couch.
Keeping our lips locked, I carefully guide her to the couch and settle on top of her. “You can’t even imagine all the things I wanna do to you,” I say in between kisses. “I want to touch you everywhere. With my fingers, my tongue, my cock.” I grind against her, so she can feel how much she turns me on.
As soon as my lips touch hers, she instantly comes alive. Her arms wrap around me tightly, and her tongue passionately meets mine. I grip her hip firmly, feeling the intensity of the moment. She digs her nails into my scalp, both of us wanting more. The intense desire surges through me as she rubs herself against the undeniable bulge in my jeans.
“Fuck!” A low growl escapes my chest as she continues to grind against me, igniting a wild desire within. Thankfully, we’re lying down because my mind is in chaos. I run my nose along her neck, captivated by her intoxicating scent. I crave to explore and possess every inch of her.
Since I saw her in that fucking short skirt, I’ve been rock hard, yearning to be deep inside her. And she wants it too. I know it. It’s clear by the way she’s kissing me.
Suppressing a groan, I slide my hands up her silky thighs, causing her to tremble even more. My lips brush against her ear, while her sharp teeth graze the skin of my throat. My hand slips under her shirt, dragging it up to expose more of her stunning body. I firmly hold her waist and my thumb brushes against the delicate skin under her bra, making her melt.
“Lift,” I add, more a demand than a request, tugging at the end of her shirt. She lifts herself a little, making space for me to pull it up over her head and toss it somewhere in the room. But honestly, I”m too distracted by the gorgeous black lace bra to pay attention to where it lands. I then focus on the side zipper of her short skirt, carefully undoing it as she lifts herself a bit to make it easier to take off. I can”t take my eyes off her, lying there in that sexy black lace bra and panties.
With one quick movement, I reveal her by pulling down the cups of her bra, then seal my mouth over her taut nipple.
The desperate, arousing sound that escapes her lips only adds to the allure. I let out a husky grunt as I flick my tongue against her nipple. I suck harder, so hard that it pulls a soft sexy moan from her that consumes my every thought.
“Take it off!” I grunt, eagerly tugging at the delicate lace of her bra. She reaches behind and unhooks her bra, causing her tits to press against my face.
A deep growl of desire escapes my lips. “I love your tits,” I whisper.
The idea of my jizz all over them gets me fired up. Lowering myself, I trail soft kisses along her skin, savoring every inch. Her body squirms as I teasingly graze her lower stomach with my teeth.
“I can smell how much you want me,” I say,running my tongue along the edge of her underwear. Her whimper fills the air as I bury my face between her legs, pressing my nose against her pussy and inhaling deeply. Hooking my fingers on the sides of her panties, I slide them down her thighs, eliminating any obstacle that is between us. Now, I have a full view of her. She lies there, gazing up at me.
My gaze slowly moves down over her naked body. “Fuck, look at you,” I say, desire written all over my face as I focus on her pussy.
She attempts to cover herself, but I take hold of her hands before she can.
“You don”t have to hide from me. You’re fucking perfect. You hear me,” I declare, running a finger along her slit. “Now spread your legs,” I tell her, and she complies.
“Wider,” I demand, watching as she hooks her arms under her knees, fully exposing herself.
“Good girl,” I whisper, my lips trailing along the inside of her thigh.
That is her only warning before I put my lips on her pussy. She tastes incredibly delicious, like sweet honey. Although this is my first time eating out a chick, I’ve watched enough porn in my life to know how to get her off using my tongue.
I can’t help but moan as I skillfully suck and tease her, ending each wet motion with a gentle flick to her sensitive clit.
“Oh god,” she moans, and I enjoy every sound she makes as she moves her body while I devour her.
My fingers firmly press into her thighs holding her in place as I suck her clit in my mouth.
She moans and holds onto my hair, begging me to keep going.
“Fuck yeah,” I add, smirking against her wet pussy. It’s fucking hot witnessing the effect I have on her, to watch her surrender to the sensations I create. “Keep making those hot sexy sounds for me,” I encourage her. And when she does, my tongue explores even more, enjoying her fully, so she never wants it to end.
I slide my finger into the mix, moving in sync with the intense flicks of my tongue. She moves her hips eagerly against my face. Damn, this girl is smoking hot when she lets herself go. I can feel the pulsating sensitivity of her swollen center and sense her nearing the point where I yearn to take her. I passionately kiss her, just as I do with her mouth - intense, hot, and filthy.
Panting, Poppy tightly grabs my hair in her fist. “I’m close,” she says, all breathy.
“I know,” I say with an arrogant smirk, my mouth glistening as I glance at her. “Keep your eyes on me until you come,” I tell her, the wet sounds filling the air as I find a rhythm that makes her squirm. I curl my fingers inside her, making her gasp.
“Oh, my god,” she whispers, grinding against my jaw. The sensation of her tight inner walls gripping my fingers makes me crave her even more. Unintelligible sounds escape her lips as her thighs tremble. My fingers and tongue seem to have found the perfect spot. Shamelessly, she rides my face, and I fucking love it. And then, she explodes, her orgasm crashing over me, filling my mouth. I don’t stop licking until she comes down from her high. Each soft, gentle lick gives her a pleasurable shudder.
“Damn, that was hot,” I say with a mischievous grin.
Leaning forward, I kiss her lips, allowing her to see how amazing she tastes.
As I pull away, she gazes up at me. I softly run my thumb along her bottom lip, knowing how badly I”ve been craving one of those amazing blowjobs she gives.
“Open up, so I can feed you my cock.”