“I think I’m in
love,” I admit.
“What?” Jack asks,
sounding unsure, but still smiling.
I strut over to the
front of his car and lean over, rubbing my hands all over the hood.
“Your car, I think I’m in love with it,” I guiltily confess,
feeling like I’m betraying my own car. I didn’t think I could
love anything more than my car, but this baby’s definitely giving
her a run for her money.
Jack walks over to me,
makes me stand up, and then turns me so that I’m facing him. He
kisses me sweetly and softly on the lips and says, “A thing of
beauty.”
“That she is,” I
respond.
“Wasn’t talking
about the car,” he says, his mouth turning up in a smile.
“Oh,” I mutter,
looking down and blushing. “Where’d you get her?” I ask, trying
to redirect this conversation away from me.
“It was my dad’s,”
he says, not elaborating. The smile on his face drops, and the
twinkle in his eyes fades. Then he gently orders, “Get in the car,
baby.” I gladly oblige. He gets in, puts the keys in the ignition,
and starts up the bad boy. Dear God, I think I just came again. Jack
looks over at me, his grin back in place, and pulls out of the
parking space. I can’t wait to tell Ella about everything that’s
happened.
When we pull up to the
house I jump out of the car and run for the door, flinging it wide
open. “Ella, get your sexy ass out here, girl, I got some juicy ...”
my opening statement dies mid-sentence when I notice Ryder and Ella
both buck-ass naked. Ryder’s giving it to her from behind as she’s
bent over the coffee table. I guess they really weren’t expecting
us until this afternoon. Oops!
“Ooh, Ryder porn! I
wanna watch!” I yell excitedly, as Ella gasps, trying to cover
herself up, but it’s kind of hard as they’re facing the door. All
Ryder does is laugh while Jack reaches around me and pulls me back
out of the door, apologizing and telling them we’ll be back later.
* * *
Meanwhile, back in the
GTO, Jack’s playing some old country music that I think was
recorded back in the stone-age, so I take over and plug my iPod into
the car’s stereo and turn on “Levitate” by American Tragedy.
Singing along to the song, Jack decides he wants to be a little
touchy feely, pulling me closer to him. So I take the opportunity and
slip my hand over his cock, enjoying the look on his face, wondering
if he’s remembering the same instance as me—that day on the way
to the airport when I gave him ‘road head,’ wanting to leave him
a little something extra to remember me by.
And … I think it
worked.
Sliding over and
leaning down, I unzip his jeans and pull out his already hard cock
and lightly jerk it with my hand before running my thumb over the
tip. I bring my mouth down over his cock and lick the tip like a
lollipop—a good one at that. Yum. Hearing the moan he releases from
deep inside his chest, urges me on, and I take him completely in my
mouth, teasing and flicking my tongue as I suck him in. Fisting my
hair he starts working my mouth, and I can feel him getting bigger
and harder as I suck and tease him.
“You like that baby?
You like when I fuck your mouth?” he asks.
“Mmhmm,” is my
affirmative response, sending vibrations to his dick, causing him to
groan in appreciation.
Releasing his hand from
my hair, he skims it along my body to my ass and pulls my skirt up
and panties aside. He then plunges two fingers into my pussy, making
me scream out in satisfaction as he finger fucks me while I suck him
off. As my head bobs up and down his shaft, Jack jerks the car and my
head comes in contact with the horn. Shit!
“Sorry, baby.” Jack
removes his fingers from my pussy. “I have to pull over. Wanna
watch you finish me off then enjoy what I have for you.”
I don’t know where we
are, but I feel the car coming to a stop, so I try to lift my head to
look around. Jack’s big hand pushes my head back down to him. “Oh
no, babe. You can see in a minute. God, you’re amazing! Fuck,” he
growls, pumping his hips up to meet my mouth. He leans in and
whispers, “I’m going to make you come so hard.” God, yes, I
want that more than anything right now.
“Umm,” I hum around
his erection and swallow him into the back of my throat. That does
him in as I hear and taste his release. He pulls back on my hair as
he breathes out, coming down from his orgasmic high. I love that I
can do this to him.
“Taught you well,”
he rasps out, his eyes looking sated, but hungry at the same time.
I’ve never been into giving blowjobs. It’s not my thing. But when
I met Jack, he showed be how he liked it, and I couldn’t refuse
him. I discovered that not only did he get off on it, but I did, too.
Big time! I’ve only ever performed oral on him, though. The thought
of doing something like that with another guy makes my stomach sick.
The sharp, but not
painful, yank on my hair brings me up to meet Jack’s lips, crushing
mine and then pushing me back on the seat as he demands, “One leg
over the back and the other on the dash. I want that sweet pussy open
to me.” I love his dominant side.
“Jack,” I moan. He
rips my underwear clean off me and descends on my needy
pussy—nipping, sucking, and licking at the sensitive flesh. When
I’m close to exploding, he pushes two fingers into me and then
slowly withdraws them and reaches up to me. “Lick it, taste it,
baby. Lick your juices off my fingers,” he demands. I do as he
tells me, licking around the tips of his fingers getting a little
hint of my sweetness. Then I grab hold of his hand and suck his
fingers in to the hilt.
“Mmm … Jack, baby.
Fuck, that’s so good,” I moan, as he replaces his fingers in my
sex. I can’t hold back anymore as my body detonates in an explosive
orgasm.
Pulling back and
leaning forward, he kisses the top of my forehead saying, “Sit
back, they should be finished now, and I need to talk to Ryder.”
“Okay,” I whisper,
righting myself in the seat next to him watching as he puts the beast
away. Following his movements makes me want him all over again.
Holy
God, when will it ever end?
I’ve never felt anything like this
before. We can fuck for hours, and when it’s over, I want him all
over again. This is what I’m thinking about during the drive back
to Ryder and Ella’s.
In the kitchen, I help
myself to something to drink, waiting for them to come out so we can
have our talk about last night. “Help yourself, Payton,” Ryder
says, walking into the room.
“I would, but I don’t
think Ella would like that. Pretty good show you put on there, Ron
Jeremy,” I tease, winking at him. I hear a grunt over my shoulder I
turn to look at Jack who’s scowling at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Really? I guess I’ll
have to be little more creative,” he says grinning.
I turn from Jack and
see Ella walk into the room with her head hanging down, clearly
embarrassed about us walking in on them. I laugh and know I can’t
let this slide. It’s too freaking funny.
“Ella Wilde, the name
sure fits the girl,” I tease.
“Sure as fuck does,”
Ryder agrees, smirking and pulling her to his side.
“Seriously? You two
can’t just leave it be?” she asks, red-faced.
“Hey, I just gave
Jack some awesome road head, and then he went down on me … I know
what it’s like and I fucking love it. Love it.”
Ella looks at me and
laughs. Then she walks over and puts her hand on my cheek, and I can
tell she’s getting serious on me now. “I’m so sorry for what
happened last night,” she says, her fingers lightly stroking the
bruise on my cheekbone.
“It’s not your
fault, trust me,” I tell her, not wanting her to take blame. I
cried out another man’s name while I was with him, and that’s on
me.
“Payton, I never
should’ve let you leave with him. I knew. I just fuckin’ knew
that fucker was up to no good. I knew it, and I never should’ve let
it go. I should’ve made you leave with us. You’re like a sister
to Ella, and that makes you my family. No one, and I mean no one,
touches my family without repercussions,” Ryder confesses.
“No, Ryder, it was my
choice to leave with him. I was the one who was doing something
stupid all along. I never should’ve been with him in the beginning.
I should’ve been with Jack, but I was too scared. Leave it to me to
cause some drama.” I give a little laugh, and Jack wraps his arms
around me and leans into my ear.
“No, babe, this
shit’s on me. I never should’ve got you going like that, knowing
you were drunk and that fucker was going to get to go home with you.
I just wanted to touch and hold you. I’m sorry for what happened,
but I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, it’ll never happen
again,” Jack declares.
Shit.
“No Jack—” I get
cut off.
“It’s no one’s
fault, but that slimy fugly’s. Stop placing blame on yourself and
point it in the right direction,” Ella says. I start to laugh,
knowing she’s right.
Slimy fugly’s?
My friend is seriously
freaking funny.
“I can’t believe I
called Jack’s name when I was about to come,” I say, laughing
even harder.
“You better believe
it,” he whispers.
“Yeah, well don’t
worry about it because that fucker’s dead, as in D-E-A-D,” Ryder
growls.
“Sorry, man. I know
you feel it’s your duty to take care of him, but Payton’s my
responsibility, and I’ll be taking care of it myself. He better
hope he doesn’t drop the soap. I’m sure he’ll make a good
bitch,” Jack says calmly with three sets of eyes staring at him.
“Does this mean you
two have finally stopped fuckin’ around?” Ryder asks.
“Umm ” I start, but
get cut off again.
“Damn straight. No
more fuckin’ around.”
“Well it’s about
time! I think this call’s for a girl’s night out,” Ella squeals
with joy.
“Yippee!” I squeal
with her.
“Fuck me,” Ryder
groans.
“What are you
grumbling for? Last time we went out on a girl’s night I came home,
and I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it,” Ella says, grinning.
After Ella and I make
plans for the following weekend, Jack asks me if I’d like to go out
to dinner with him tonight. Aw, hell yeah. It’ll be my first
real
date, and I’m pretty excited about it.
On the drive to my
house, Jack gets a call on his work phone. Apparently, they know the
best times to call. It seems they have a lead on a big case he’s
working, and he’ll have to run into the office for the rest of the
day. Well, there go our plans for dinner.
Jack drops me off at my
place before hightailing it into work. I’m still pretty exhausted
from the night before, so I head to my bedroom, strip down to my bra
and panties and climb into bed. I pretty much fall asleep as soon as
my head hits the pillow.
I wake up to a rumbling
noise.
What the hell’s that?
That’s not my car again, is
it? Who’s driving it this time? Then I realize it’s not my car,
but my stomach’s growling.
Great. Just great. I’m
fucking starved. My stomach makes another obscene noise—loud enough
to wake the dead. Maybe I can go to Ella’s and get Ryder to cook me
up some of his famous barbequed burgers. Fuck, I think I just made
myself even hungrier.
I walk into the kitchen
to look for something, anything, edible and see Amber searching the
cupboards. I guess she has the same sort of idea.
“Jesus, Payton, it’s
your turn to get groceries! There’s nothing to eat here. I already
searched the fridge, but I think that Chinese food is from three
weeks ago. One noodle looks like it’s moving. It made me throw up a
little bit in my mouth,” Amber exclaims.
“I thought I bought
them last time,” I counter, as my stomach lets out another enormous
growl.
“Is there a monster
living in your stomach? Maybe we should grab some takeout and hit the
grocery store on the way back,” she suggests. Fuck. That sounds
like a plan. It’d be even better if I can convince her to hit the
new burger joint in town. It’s not as fast as takeout, but it’s
definitely worth the wait.
“How about we hit up
Joe’s BBQ Grill? I’ve been craving a juicy burger for a while,”
I mention.
“Consider it done.”
With that, Amber and I
grab our purses and head out to get some grub into my obnoxiously
loud belly. By the time we make it to the restaurant, my stomach
sounds like a Category 4 hurricane. I’m ready to devour anything
and everything in sight. The hostess greets us and shows us to a
table. Fuck! I hate when all the booths are taken. The tables seem to
give you no privacy. It feels like all eyes are on you, watching you
eat. How attractive is that? Really, though! She hands us each a menu
and tells us our waitress will be with us shortly.
After looking over the
menus, we both settle on the always safe, and what I happen to be
craving at this very moment, barbequed burgers with the works and
onion rings. While we wait for our drinks and food—nothing says
class like daiquiris and burgers—I take a quick glance around the
place. My eyes happen to settle on one very disturbing scene. I
must’ve been in a food daze to miss this on the way in.
“Cocksucking
motherfucker!” I scream.
Trust me. It’s worth
the attention it causes. Low and behold, in one of the private booths
sits my man and the skank from the other night. Not skank, whore.
Fuck! What’s worse than the both of those combined? Soon she’ll
be called dead.
His “work” phone,
is it? He got called into “work,” did he? Has to “work” all
night, does he? Jack is going to have to clarify this shit because
his definition of work and my definition of work seem to be two
completely different fucking things.
All of this is running
through my head as I watch him reach forward and lightly brush her
hand with his. I guess I haven’t caused a big enough scene yet.
This scum is going to pay. I thought this was it. He played me at my
weakest. Never again. Never fucking again. All men are the same
God-forsaken pieces of shit.