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Ten Summers Ago - 11/? | poppyalex fanfiction

A/N: poppyalex get a little frisky this chap. hehe.

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Chapter 11 -

I don’t know what I thought being in love and having it returned would feel like before this moment, but whatever it was, the reality is a million times better.

I feel like I’m floating, like I’m in whatever heaven feels like, cloud nine, whatever.

I’m smiling into our kiss because my heart is practically bursting through my chest, and I know Poppy feels the same. She’s smiling into our kisses too.

A deep sigh and moan from her is my undoing, but I know it’s a sign she wants to stop too, and so I break apart and lean my forehead against hers.

“The hike?”

“The hike,” she laughs.

It’s music to my ears. I just love her laugh. Am I crazy?

I’m looking at her completely spellbound, and she can tell.

“What?” she asks.

I shake my head, still grinning.

“I’m just happy to be with you.”

“You’re going to be one easy boyfriend.” She rolls her eyes, then smirks.

But a beat passes, and I can tell the exact moment she realized she said something huge without thinking. I’m frozen, staring at her, because it’s the moment I’ve been waiting for. To be called Poppy’s boyfriend. It was just last night I’d been hoping that day would come someday. Not in my wildest dreams did I think it would come the very next morning.

“Sorry. It’s a little quick to be putting a label on it, right?” she says.

My tongue is thick in my mouth, and it’s so distracting I can’t correct her.

“We’ll just see how this week goes, yeah? Worry about labels when we get home.”

What does that mean? I want to scream. What are we if not boyfriend and girlfriend? Even if it’s just for five days, my heart is screaming that somehow, we’re going to fuck it up if we don’t lay down what it is we’re doing here.

But I nod like an idiot, not wanting to worry her like always.

“Right, sure,” I say, feeling like a nervous wreck.

She soothes me with a tantalizing kiss and running her nails along my scalp gently, and it’s completely my undoing. I’m willing to allow anything at that point.

“Now, about that hike.” She smirks.

That’s a killer for me too. She’s so god damn sexy. Does she even realize it?

“Right,” I say again, as I scoot off of her.

I straighten out my clothes then extend my hand to her. She takes it, smiling all the way, and jumps to her feet. Then she pulls me down to kiss her again, making me crumble.

“I’ll be doing that a lot today, by the way,” she says, a sparkling glint in her eyes.

She’s going to fucking kill me, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

“Fine by me,” I murmur, and we grab what we need and head out of the room.

The drive into the national park can’t be more than fifteen minutes, but it’s sizzling with tension. I drive, and I lace our fingers together, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing it when we come to a traffic light on the way there.

Finally, we get past the entry booth and park. We’re the only car there, probably because it’s so early. I release a deep sigh as our fingers untangle, and I think Poppy is going to get out of the car, and we’ll head towards the start of the trail we’ve chosen for the day.

But that’s not what happens.

She turns her head towards me, then reaches across the console, grabs a hold of the collar of my t-shirt and yanks me to her, kissing me solid on the mouth.

I can’t believe how much I’ve missed her lips since the last time they touched mine 15 minutes ago.

I grunt into the kiss, my hand instinctively reaching for her waist. She follows my movements by climbing onto my lap on the other side of the console. The horn goes off on the steering wheel, and we laugh, before I adjust the seat to scoot back a few inches.

She’s grinding against me now, and I’m literally dying, twisting my tongue with hers in our mouths to give her the satisfaction and urgency she craves.

The chair leans back so it’s almost flat, and Poppy adjusts herself so her ass is right in my lap, and she’s tugging at the bottom of my t-shirt. Despite the danger in this, I help her and pull my shirt up and over my head. She takes a minute to look at me, her pupils dilating momentarily and winds her fingers in my hair again, forcing my head back onto the headrest.

“God, you’re hot,” she says, running her other set of fingers over my pecs and then down to my abs.

I actually whimper.

This is a terrible, terrible idea, but I can’t seem to stop myself long enough to tell her to stop. And I literally crave her body, so I’ll take whatever she wants to give me. Even if I have to hike with a fucking boner for an hour.

“You’re not being fair,” I hear myself say through strangled breath.

“Huh?” The crease between her eyebrows forms, and I hate how cute I find her too. I love everything about her. Everything. “Oh, right.”

And then just like that, she slips her t-shirt over her head and tosses it on the passenger seat. She’s wearing a bra underneath, but it’s very thin, and it wouldn’t take much time at all to get rid of it, if my mind was in a place to get rid of it.

Which it’s totally not, I think like a liar.

I wrap my arms around her back and pull her close instead, slipping the tips of my fingers under her bra straps unknowingly as she kisses me, and she surprises me entirely by flipping up the cups of her bra to give me access. That’s when I freeze up again.

I look up at her. Our eyes lock.

“Well, it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen them,” she informs me, trying to keep her blush at bay. “And this time you can…touch them.”

My gaze is drilling a hole into her I’m sure.

“I…” She swallows hard. “I want you to touch them.”

I swallow hard too but lower my eyes to the breasts hovering at eye level. They’re small but that doesn’t bother me. I know they’d fit perfectly in the palm of my hands. If that was where I wanted them, but the aching in my groin tells me I want them someplace else. I can taste them already.

I easily unlatch the back of her bra, and she slides the fabric off, dropping it onto the passenger seat with her shirt.

I run my hands along the sides of her body then. She’s so smooth and tantalizing, I feel a bit like a drug addict just touching her. Then the moment comes. My thumbs rest beneath each breast, and I hear her catch her breath, so I look up at her.

“You’re sure?” I ask, because I really need to know. All of this is so new to her, and I have to keep reminding myself of that.

She nods, licking her lips, and that’s my undoing. That she wants this as bad as I do.

I focus back on her breasts. I can already taste her nipples in my mouth just by looking at them. I anticipate swirling my tongue around them, tugging on them with my teeth, feeling Poppy come undone and wriggle on top of me. I’m almost dizzy with the thought of it, and right now it’s just a fantasy.

I start to lean in, closing my eyes to take it all in, and she arches up into my embrace, urging me on, pressing her hand to the ceiling of the car when suddenly there’s a rap at the window.

“Hey!”

Our first instinct is to freeze, the next is for Poppy to cover up. She squeezes her breasts with her folded arms and leans down into my chest, sneaking her face into the crook of my neck until the stranger has left, so I know it’s up to me to address him.

I roll down the window and look up at the police officer pleasantly.

“Hi,” I have the audacity to say.

“Young man, this isn’t a hook-up spot. Families come here. So, either get dressed and hike or go find a room to…you know.”

“Understood.” I force a smile. “We’ll get dressed.”

I roll the window back up and sigh.

“Who told on us?” Poppy whines into me, and I chuckle, my chest rumbling.

“I think…” I turn my head to look back at the entry booth where the elderly woman who checked us in is chatting up the officer. “The check-in lady.”

“Ugh. Of course,” Poppy complains, moving back to the passenger seat after picking up her clothing items. “Well, I suppose it’s for the best. We did come here to hike after all.”

“We don’t have to.” I blush when she looks at me. “I mean, if you’d rather…”

I’m aching to taste her breasts still, and I’m not afraid to admit it!

She laughs, as if she knows, and she probably does.

“Maybe later. Come on.”

She dresses, so I do too, and we climb out of the car, grabbing our waters and our phones plus a few granola bars and drop them into our drawstring bags we loop across our backs. We glance back at the cop, who’s looking at us distastefully but only nods sternly as we head over to the trail.

We make it up the first bend and into the wooded area, then I look all around to make sure the coast is clear before pushing Poppy onto a huge boulder, lifting up her shirt and bra, and I suck the life out of her rack till she’s squirming and moaning against me, and I’m gripping her hips and pressing my bulge against her center till she can hardly breathe.

Then, without warning, I release her and take a few steps back.

“Okay. Now we can keep going.”

She looks at me in disbelief, then struggles to pull down her bra and shirt and follow me onto the trail.

She smacks me as soon as we turn another bend.

“Asshole,” she mutters, and I grin.

I’m not ashamed one bit, and the glint in my eyes shows it when I turn to look at her, so she laughs.

“Skilled asshole though,” she says, and my grin widens as I loop my arm through hers and she briefly leans her head on my shoulder.

“The view better be worth it,” she huffs.

I chuckle.

“It already is.”

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