Page 117 of Broken Ties (Rixon High 4)

Fuck. It felt good as she began to fist me. Up and down. Up and down. Slow, torturous drags that made me want to fuck up into her hand. But I forced myself to stay absolutely still. I wasn’t going to last long and I needed it to last. Because Poppy was touching me. She was touching me and it was everything.

Every-fucking-thing.

Too quickly though, that familiar tingle started at the bottom of my spine. “Fuck,” I hissed, kissing her, sucking her tongue into my mouth as she jacked me off.

“Is it okay? Am I doing it right?”

“Go harder… faster…”

“Like this?” She tightened her fingers and my eyes almost rolled back into my head.

“Yeah, like that. Shit, Poppy. I’m not gonna— fuck.” Release barreled up my spine and I came hard, groaning as I made a sticky mess of us both.

“I should probably—”

“Wait.” I grabbed Poppy’s waist as she tried to escape and kissed her. Because once I let her go that was it. The moment would be over.

She broke away, letting out a contented sigh, and went to clean up. When she reappeared, she was still flushed, barely meeting my gaze.

“Here,” she said. “I brought you some tissue.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking it from her and cleaning up. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine.”

God, I really fucking hated that word.

“I should go back to Sofia’s room. She might—”

“Stay,” I said, not ready to say goodbye.

“Aaron, I can’t. If Sofia wakes up, or worse your parents—”

“Relax. No one is going to catch us and I’ll set an alarm. I’m not ready for this to be over yet.”

Her eyes flared, but she didn’t acknowledge my comment. “Fine, just a little while.”

“Deal.” I grabbed my phone and set an alarm for a couple of hours’ time. “Come here.” I lifted my arm and motioned for her to lay down.

She fit perfectly in the space beside me and I wrapped her up in my arms, kissing her shoulder. “I wish things were different,” I murmured.

“So do I.”

I closed my eyes and held on tight. Because when morning rolled around tonight would all be a dream, so we had to enjoy every second we had together.

But Poppy didn’t stay long.

When I woke up, an hour before the alarm was due to go off…

She was already gone.

Sunlight danced over my face as I cracked an eye open and let out a weary sigh.

Poppy.

My mind instantly conjured up images of her riding my hand, moaning my name as I touched her.

Fuck.

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