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The other boys sprinted away from us as soon as they could. Jude turned to us and sighed. “I’m going to have to move. One of those little shits’ mom is the head of the HOA and she’s already a pain in the ass. I didn’t compliment her on her dry fried chicken at a barbeque once and told her no thank you when she offered me a try at her personal blend of seasonings and spices. She’s hated me ever since. I bet she’ll be here in the morning with the local sheriff, telling him I’m a predator.”
“Well, you did let your jail friends threaten her poor baby, Jude.” Sam stared after the kids and shook his head. “Little shits were talking about her tits.”
“Do you remember what you were like at that age?” Jude rolled his eyes and started up toward the house. “I definitely walked in on you once going at it to a picture of a very familiar set of boobs.”
I shoved at Sam. “Are you serious?!”
Sam had the decency to look mortified. “Fuck both of you. I knew what I wanted, even back then. Poppy’s always owned me. But I thought we didn’t talk about this shit with each other?”
Movement in one of Jude’s upstairs windows caught my eye and I smacked both of the guys to get them to look up. “What the hell is she doing?”
As we watched, Poppy looked around the neighborhood and then down at us. Our jaws dropped as she then lifted her T-shirt and showed us her bare tits through a very visible window in a very busy neighborhood. She dropped her shirt and smirked at us before disappearing.
“I didn’t tell her to do that.” Jude shifted and adjusted himself. “I told her to get naked and wait for us.”
I stomped toward the door. “Looks like she wants to tease a little first.”
Sam’s laugh was full of dark promise. “Two can play that game.”
61
***Poppy***
I’dbeenwaitinginJude’s bed after flashing the guys but they still hadn’t come upstairs. I’d heard them come inside, so I didn’t know what they were doing. I rubbed my thighs together and groaned. That was it. I was going to find them.
I didn’t bother pulling on my clothes as I walked down the stairs and through the first floor. I growled out my frustration when I finally spotted them, sitting on the back patio, drinking beer. I knew from spending time in Jude’s yard before that his privacy fence was high enough that his neighbors wouldn’t be able to see me, so I walked onto the patio as naked as the day I was born.
Sam choked on his beer and jumped to his feet, already stripping his dress shirt off to cover me with. “Jesus, Poppy!”
I walked farther into the yard and stretched with my arms over my head before turning back around to face them. “Are we no longer in a rush to be inside me?”
Cyrus slowly stood up and began unbuttoning his own dress shirt. “We just figured that if you wanted to tease us and flash the neighborhood, we’d let you simmer for a bit.”
I cupped my breasts and grinned. Their faces had been worth it. “I made sure no one else was watching.”
“Did you know that my neighbor across the street has cameras that record anytime someone is walking by? Or that they’re so sensitive that me standing in my driveway triggers them to start recording?” Jude folded his hands across his flat stomach and stretched his legs out. “The camera on their garage has a perfect view of that window you were standing in.”
I swallowed audibly. “What?”
“My neighbor, George, he’s one of those people that watches every second of footage too.” Running his eyes up my body so slowly that I squirmed, Jude flashed me a predatory smile. “What do you think George is going to do with that footage of your perfect tits pressed against my window, baby?”
Sam unbuttoned his pants and groaned. “I know what I’d be doing.”
I knew Jude wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, so I didn’t really think anyone had a photo of me in that window, but my body had a similar reaction to when Cyrus had taken me in the bathroom at the park. I tried to hide that I was being affected, nervous that something was wrong with me and they’d think I was filthy.
Cyrus tilted his head as he studied me. I could almost feel him inside my head, rifling through my deepest, darkest fantasies, to pluck them out and use them on me one at a time. “Our good girl would never show her tits to another man. You’re not our good girl, though, are you, Poppy? Not when you’re hungry to come.”
Jude slowly stood up and walked closer. “Does it turn you on to know that across the street, there’s a stranger looking at a picture of your tits and fucking his hand? He’s probably imagining just how fucking good it would feel to bend you over and slide his dick in deep.”
I gritted my teeth and tried to keep from making a sound, afraid that if I moaned from how needy I felt, they’d know I was dirty. It wasn’t that I really wanted anyone looking at pictures of me, but when the guys spoke so dirty to me about it, I felt like I would explode. I hadn’t had an orgasm in so long and I just needed one.
“How many times do you think George will come from looking at your perfect tits, baby?” Jude stood just in front of me, torturing me with his game. “What do you think he’d do with something a little more?”
My pulse raced. I parted my lips to speak and whimpered. “I don’t know.”
“What do you think he’d do if he saw you bent over, smiling so pretty with one of us fucking you?” He dragged the tip of his finger down my chin and throat, not stopping until he circled my nipples. “Can you imagine what he’d do if he saw you riding one of our dicks and taking another down your throat?”
Cyrus pressed into me from behind. “Are you a good girl, Poppy? Or am I going to reach down and find your pussy dripping at the thought of another man watching us fuck you?”
