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Poppy arrived at Quincey’s place, ready to work on his new novel. She still couldn’t believe he was the famed author Q.B. Noyouko and had asked for her to be his editor. Using the key he had given her, she let herself in. Looking around the place, she could only see Tora sitting on the couch, wearing his gray sweatpants and his black tank top, playing some first shooter video game.
“Tora, where is Quincey? We were supposed to meet and work.”
“Sorry to disappoint ya, sweetheart but the princess is in Berlin. You’re stuck with me tonight,” Tora answered without taking his eyes away from the game.
“Berlin… New Hampshire?”
Tora snorted, “Berlin, Germany. He missed his flight last night, said it was an ass worth missing a flight for. He should arrive in the middle of the night.”
“Why didn’t he let me know then? I would have stayed home instead of coming here for nothing.”
Poppy felt a little irritated at both Quincey and Tora. Quincey for being an irresponsible author and Tora who hadn’t even looked at her once since she came in.
“Oh, he did text ya. I guess he was really in a hurry ‘cause he sent the message to my phone instead of yours.”
He paused his game just the time to throw his phone at her, then resumed playing. Poppy juggled to keep the phone from crashing on the floor. Indeed, there was Quincey’s sorry excuse of a text.
Poppypoo, I’m very sorry but due to extremely bad weather I will have to catch the next plane. Don’t worry, the manuscript is still on track to meet the printer’s date. Will let you know the second I land! XOXO <3
Right below was the text he had sent Tora.
Tora my man, you wouldn’t believe how tight German asses are! I met this perfect pirate and I HAVE to stay, you know, for reference purposes. Hmmm… I think I met the perfect Joaquim for my Matelotage in Tortuga series. Take the night off and I’ll call you when I arrive so you can pick me up. XOXO <3
“What the heck? Bad weather my ass!”
She could see Tora’s lips twitching, repressing a smile.
“You find something funny?” Poppy asked Tora, clearly itching for a fight.
“... No?”
Tora wasn’t about to tell her she was cute as a button when she was angry and tried cussing. Pausing his game again, he looked up at her.
“Ya want me to give you a lift home?”
“No! I’m staying and I will go to the airport with you. I’ll make sure the first thing he hears is how pissed off I am and that I know why he blew me off! Does he think I only exist to serve Young Master Balthuman?”
Poppy plopped down on the couch, next to Tora. Returning to his game, he resumed shooting whatever it was that needed shooting. After a few minutes, Poppy got bored of watching him.
“Can I play too?”
“Sorry sweetheart but I don’t want ya to slow me down. I’ve been workin’ on that mission for the past two days.”
Poppy frowned, what was it with boys and their video games? Usually by that time, they would be in his room, all over each other, naked. She was feeling left out and, to be honest, a little jealous of that game. Maybe she could find her own game to play. Moving on the couch, she laid down and put her head on his lap, her face facing his crotch. Tora absentmindedly patted her head with one hand, staying focused on his game.
Rolling her eyes Poppy moved her face closer and closer, until her nose poked his crotch. She stopped, waiting to see if Tora would react. Nothing. She opened her mouth to delicately bite the bulge she could see through the sweatpants. Without surprise, Tora reacted. In more than one way. Poppy could feel him grow against her lips.
“The fuck are ya doin’?”
“Me? I found a game I can play.” She turned her face to look at him innocently, while freeing his cock from his pants . When he just looked at her silently, she continued explaining. “I will pleasure you as long as you don’t die in the game. You die, I stop. Simple, right?”
He grunted his disapproval, but arranged himself to give her full access to his manly parts. He was already hard and ready. Poppy licked his head and stopped.
“Well? Are you playing or not?”
Grunting again, Tora resumed his game. Poppy licked his shaft, starting at his balls and working her way to the tip. Once she reached it, she took it in her mouth, sucking it. Suddenly she could hear the telltale music of a player dying. She removed him from her mouth.
“Are ya fuckin’ serious?”
Tora was looking down at her, scandalized. Poppy wanted to laugh, the evening was turning out pretty great after all.
“Yes, I’m fucking serious.”
Tora stood up, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Slapping her ass, he made his way to the bedroom.
“Hey! Put me down, we’re not done playing!”
“Game over, babe. Game over!”