“Jesus, Poppy,” I mutter against her lips, “You feel sensational.”
She sighs with content, her cute little moans only making me want to go faster.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” she whimpers, her desperate eyes meeting mine.
“You’re not dreaming, baby girl. This is the real thing.”
You can hear our bodies slamming together, each of our moans echoing off the sides of buildings for anyone to hear. Neither of us care if we get caught or if anyone finds us.
They can fuck off for all I care.
I’ve waited way too many years for this. Wishing and hoping for this moment when she finally gives in, allowing me to feel a piece of her she’s always kept to herself.
This is over a decade worth of sexual tension covered up by aggressive banter finally coming to a head.
For a brief second, her haunted eyes brighten, boring into me with a heated desire that has everything in me exploding. I don’t even have time to pull out. I just unload everything I have, filling her up just as she comes crashing down beside me.
We slowly come down together. Breaths coming out in stimulated huffs, lips desperate to stay attached even though we know it’s time to pull apart.
The second her feet touch the ground, she wobbles, falling into my arms like she’s just learning to walk.
“That was—” she starts, blinking like she can’t believe it just happened.
“That was amazing,” I finish for her, kissing her again.
She nods, even though she’s crying.
“Poppy, why are you crying?”
Wiping a few miserable tears away, she quickly tugs up her shorts, looking at me like I’m suddenly enemy number one again.
“Because I let my guard down.”
“So?”
“And I can’t do that, Wes. Not with you. Not after everything we’ve been through.”
“Why?” I question, forcing her to look me in the eye.
Before she can answer me, her phone goes off, ringing aggressively in the silent space of the alleyway like it’s cursing my existence. Whatever heat burned between us seconds ago, fizzles and dies along with the light that briefly flashed in her eyes. A look of sheer terror floods her features as she pushes me away, bringing the phone up to her ear while tremors and shakes take over.
“H—Hello?”
I can hear him on the other side of the phone, his voice gruff and angry, his threats coming off crystal clear.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know?” he rages.
“Kn—know what?” We briefly make eye contact long enough for her to move away.
“That the deal went south. That you fucked up.”
“I—I’m sorry, Warden.”
He laughs wickedly. “Oh, you’re gonna be sorry if you don’t get back here with my money right fucking now.”
“I’m on my way,” she whispers, though she’s nothing but shakes and shivers.
The phone clicks off as she puts more distance between us.
