Page 72 of Five Summers

“Ace is looking to hook up,” I mention.

“Oh,” she responds, the disappointment clear in her voice. “Okay,” she says, glancing over at Ace and then looking back at me. “So are you going to join us?”

“Nah, not today. Maybe another time,” I add.

Ace glares at me while he speaks to Jade. “Go. I’ll meet you in our usual spot.”

With a nod, Jade stands up, sparing a quick glance in my direction before she heads off.

“It wasn’t Jade that I was interested in fucking. I wanted to know what’s been holding your interest lately. But it seemslike you're not into the idea of sharing. That’s okay bro, but next time, just tell me the fucking truth instead of avoiding my questions.” Ace gets up and walks off in the direction that Jade went just moments ago.

I feel like the biggest asshole for lying to Ace, especially since how easily he saw through my lies.

Later that night, at Poppy’s place, we enjoy another meal she put together and watch a bit of The Real Housewives, which, secretly; I’m fucking hooked. I find amusement in the outrageous antics those wealthy bitches engage in for our entertainment.

I arrived at Poppy’s house earlier straight after her mom left, once again driven by an intense desire to see her, plus a desperate need to sink my dick in her and indulge in the wild experiences we come to share whenever.

However, tonight I’ve chosen to be a little patient. Apart from a hot as fuck kiss I gave her when I walked through the front door, I’ve not made any further moves. And what the fuck is up with that shit? Every time we're alone, I get this intense urge to kiss her as soon as I see her. It's crazy how something so simple can be so damn hot. And the way she kisses me back almost every time leaves me breathless and my dick craves so much more.

Poppy's on the couch next to me, seeming distant and zoned out, with a furrowed brow and frown that suggests she'stroubled. It's clear her mom is getting on her nerves again like she always does. Sometimes I just want to confront that overbearing woman and tell her what I think, but I don’t want her to know about me and her daughter’s secret activities.

Standing, I reach for her hand.

“Come on, let's go listen to some music,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her off the couch.

Ever since I saw Poppy's vinyl collection a few months ago, we've been listening to classic rock almost every night.

We step into her room and, just like she always does, she closes the door. I'm not really sure why she does that when it's just us, but maybe it's a habit to keep her mom from hearing the music and getting mad.

I sit on the bed, eyeing her as she heads to the shelf, picking out the next vinyl from our long list that we're dying to listen to.

The sound of The Smashing Pumpkins fills the room as she moves over to the bed and plops down beside me, lying on her back.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” I ask her. “Is it your mom again?”

“Yeah. I’m so sick of hearing how I’m going to waste my life. It should be my choice, not hers.”

I lie back next to her, propping myself up on my elbow, just watching her. As I talk, I casually start unbuttoning her shirt.

“Just remember, if you want something, you gotta fight for it.” One more button opens up, giving a sneak peek of her soft, tempting skin. “Nothing is worth it if it's too easy.” I lean forward and press a kiss to the top of her breast, then open another button.

“I get that,” she says, turning to me, her hair flowing around her. She’s so beautiful, like a masterpiece come to life. “I’m willing to put in the work. I want to, but it is the constant way she keeps discouraging me, saying I’m wasting my life with musicthat brings me down. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth the battle.”

“It is. And you know it is. You’re talented, Poppy,” I assure her, opening up her shirt. My eyes go straight to her sexy bra and flawless tits. “Your mom's opinion doesn't matter, just do what you want.”

I lean down and playfully lick her hard nipple through her lacy bra.

A moan escapes her lips as I suck on her pert nipple.

As her fingers explore, she finds my hard cock, skillfully stroking it through my jeans. “You’re hard,” she says. “You’re always hard.”

With a smug smirk, I motion towards my cock with a suggestive move. “Don't hesitate, Princess, go ahead and take what you like.”

She swiftly flips me onto my back, straddling me and holding me down on the bed. Her newfound confidence in her own sexuality is incredibly arousing. She gazes down at me, then leans forward, tangling her fingers in my hair as she claims my mouth. A rush of desire courses through my veins as her tongue glides over mine, and her hand continues to stimulate me through the fabric of my jeans, driving me into a state of frenzy.

I slip my hand in under that fucking short skirt. She gasps when I slide two fingers inside her with one smooth motion. I withdraw them and flash a cocky grin as she looks down at me, clearly wanting more. I playfully tease her by running my fingers along the length of her wetness, spreading her arousal. And then I abruptly stop. Running my tongue over my lips, I watch as she glares at me, clearly thinking I’m the biggest asshole.

“Oh, you want to play that game, huh?” she says, moving away from my body and positioning herself between my legs.

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