Page 31 of Last Boy

“Please, Walker. Fix me,” I whimper. “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take this pain.”

“I want to, Poppy. So fucking bad that it hurts,” he barely whispers. “But I don’t know if this is the way. And I don’t want you to wake up and regret this in the morning.”

“If you ever cared about me at all, you’ll do this for me.” My lip trembles. “I’ll never ask for anything again. I just…need something to make it better.” I swallow back more emotion. “It hurts so fucking bad. Everything hurts.”

“Tell me what you need,” he says, and through his jeans, I watch the bulge grow harder.

“For you to make me forget. For a little while.”

He’s still for a moment before, finally, he leans forward. Sliding his hands to my waist, he moves me further up the bed. His fingertips go to my waistband, and he slowly tugs the sweatpants from my body, leaving me completely bare.

“I’m going to taste you if that’s okay,” he says so softly. “I want you to relax. This is for you. But if you feel uncomfortable or need me to stop, just say the word. Okay, baby?”

I’m so scared, yet I want this so bad. But this is my first time being with anyone. And that’s embarrassing enough to tell him. And then there’s the other part of me that feels so completely messed up for wanting this right now. At a time like this.

“Has anyone ever tasted you, Poppy?” He climbs over me, bringing his lips to mine first.

He kisses me, his mouth tasting like mint as his tongue slowly teases against mine.

“N-no,” I say, embarrassment filling my body.

It’s almost as if realization hits him, and he stills. “Have you ever been with anyone?”

When I don’t answer right away, he kisses my forehead. “Just want to make sure I’m gentle, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever even kissed,” I blurt out before bringing my hands to my face to cover myself up.

Pulling my hands down, he kisses me again. “Do you feel how fucking hard my dick is right now, Poppy? And it just got harder because I’m your first.” He stops, his voice growing thicker. “You want me to be your first?”

“Yes,” I utter, but then I realize that Cade Huff was actually my first kiss. Even though it was fake and all for show. And looking back, I truthfully can’t believe I kissed him at the bar that night, all to make a point. And I completely wasted my first kiss on…well, him. “Welp, actually…Cade was my first kiss,” I mutter. “But…he doesn’t really count.”

His eyes burn into mine, and I can feel how annoyed my words have made him. “You gave your first kiss to Huff?” His voice is low.

“Well, yeah. But…it was only to prove to him that the girl he likes cares.” I pause. “And pissing you off in the process, well, that wasn’t so bad either.”

“I’m pissed that Huff was your first kiss and not me,” he utters.

Moving his kisses to my neck, he sucks gently at first, then harder. He moves down my body to my collarbone, kissing his way across it. And when he gets to my breast, I can’t stop the moan that rips from my lips. His tongue feels so good, but I’m terrified for him to go down…there.

He kisses his way down my stomach before he presses his lips to each of my hip bones. “You’re so perfect, Poppy.”

I’ve always been self-conscious about my weight. I’m scrawny. I’m a dancer, but I also have never had the privilege of stuffing my face with three meals a day. Even now, that’s not easy to do with work, dance, and school. Not to mention always being low on cash.

But right now, I don’t feel like the scrawny girl. I feel…beautiful and desired.

His tongue moves between my legs, and again…I moan. He goes slow at first, and my hands can’t help but tangle into his hair, pushing him deeper and harder.

This feels like…heaven. Whatever he’s doing with his mouth and the movements with his tongue…I feel like I’m falling into this mattress, spinning into oblivion. His thumb brushes along what is apparently my most sensitive spot, rubbing small circles. And I’m gone, losing myself to him.

My entire body succumbs to his mouth, and my brain goes dark. I can’t tell you how long I stay in this state of euphoria, but when I come to, he’s slowly climbing his way back up my body.

“Was that okay?” he asks, his eyes uneasy. “I hope I didn’t take it too far.”

“It…was…perfect,” I whisper before I part my legs further and wrap them around his waist. “Fuck me, Walker. Be my first.”

He sucks in a breath, and his cock presses into my thigh. Kissing my forehead, he widens his eyes. “Are you sure, Poppy? It doesn’t have to be tonight.” He blinks a few times. “I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes.”

“It has to be tonight,” I say quickly. Knowing that there won’t be any other time. This can’t continue.

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