Gabe

“They were amazing and supportive and happy for us,” Eloise says as soon as I open the door to my apartment. Her face is glowing, and she’s buzzing.

“That’s great,” I say, cringing at the idea of flattering her mother. “Did you tell them Marcy threatened to tell them we fucked in your physio room if you didn’t tell them about me?”

Her shoulders drop, and she says, “I left that part out.”

“Good, because that means I get to do it again during this week’s appointment.”

She brushes past me, and marches up the stairs to my apartment.

“Where you going? We have to leave now, it’s an hour drive.”

“I was going to change my clothes.”

“No way. You take your clothes off and I’m fucking you. We’ll never make it to the lake house.”

“We can go in the morning,” she says, not stopping her climb of the stairs.

“We’re going tonight because that gives us one full day there. And we can come back late on Memorial Day, so we’ll have plenty of time for fun while we’re there.”

“But I’m really excited right now. I want to feel you in me.”

“You’re not making this easy. Now get in the truck. Trust me, it’s worth it. Don’t make me come up there and throw you over my shoulder.”

Eloise pauses, and her shoulders shudder before she takes off running up the steps. I sigh and run after her before she has the chance to strip off her clothes.

I catch her at the bedroom doorway and grab her by the hips. Yanking her back, I spin her around and toss her over my shoulder. She squeals and I smack her ass. She squeals again, kicking her legs.

Laying my arm over her thighs, I grip her tightly and go back down the stairs and out the door. Pulling it shut, I lock it while she squirms. I carry her to my truck but don’t release her until the door is open. I set her onto the seat.

“Put your seatbelt on,” I say as I shut the door.

Good thing we packed last night and I’ve already loaded the truck. Not that she’ll need anything other than her toothbrush.

“I wish you’d been there,” she says as I pull the truck onto the road. “Why didn’t you come?”

“I didn’t want to.” How can I possibly be in the same room as her family?

“Well, you’re coming next weekend, Sophie’s already told my parents.”

“I don’t care what she told them.”

“It’ll be fun, you can play pool with my dad.”

“No.”

I shift in my seat. The song on the radio’s really annoying me. It’s some pop shit on some shit pop station I let Eloise put on. Hitting my number one preset, I switch the radio to WCMF and hope for some Led Zeppelin.

“My family’s really close, and they’re very important to me. I don’t understand why you won’t come for dinner.”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“But they’re a huge part of my life. I don’t see how we can have a real relationship if you don’t know them.”

My lungs are heavy, and the noise of my breathing seems louder than AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” coming through the speakers.

I glance at Eloise. She’s all I want. If the price is dealing with her family, then I’m going to have to suck it up and deal with them. I can handle that, I’m going to have to.

“Still wet?” I ask, changing the subject.

“I don’t know. Are you coming for dinner?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Is that the best you’re going to give me?”

“I really hate these bucket seats. Why didn’t I get a bench seat so you could snuggle up against me? I’d really like to feel your body against mine right now.”

“You’re the one who made us leave in a hurry.”

“You’ll love my lake house. It’ll be worth it.”

“So you keep saying. I don’t see why we couldn’t leave an hour later.”

“Patience.” I say as much to myself as to Eloise. “Hey, I forgot to tell you. I got the letter from the clinic showing I’m clean. It’s in the glovebox.”

“Oh no, all this stuff with Marcy made me forget to get tested.”

“I don’t care, you’re such a good girl that I’m not worried. I’m more interested in feeling your skin against mine.”

When she got back from her parents’ dinner, I was focused on getting on the road when she got home and wanted some. But now that I’m in the confined space with her and realize what I’ll do for her, I have an overwhelming urge to fuck her.

“Ugh, I don’t want to be patient. I’ve been sitting in wet panties since I left my parents’ house. Just thinking about you makes me crazy, and now you’re making them even wetter.”

“It’s not good sitting in wet panties. It’s uncomfortable. You should take them off.”

Eloise undoes her seatbelt and starts to wiggle out of her jeans. I can’t fucking believe she’s doing this.

“Holy shit, are you actually taking your clothes off?”

“I am.”

“Were you like this with your other boyfriends?”

“God no, you kidding me? I don’t know why you make me act the way I do.”

“Seems like I’m doing a good job of corrupting you.”

“You are.”

My good girl, Eloise, is becoming my bad girl. My dick stiffens. Especially because I know she’s only bad for me.

She kicks off her jeans and slips off her panties.

“See how wet you make me?” she says, and drops her panties on my lap.

Taking my eyes off the highway momentarily, I look at Eloise as she sits bare assed on my seat. Her legs are slightly parted, and I put my hand on her knee and spread them further.

“You’re a temptress.”

“Aren’t you going to feel how wet my panties are? I hear men pay good money for panties that have been worn.” Her voice is sultry, and lures me into picking up her panties. The dampness immediately seeps into my hand.

“What am I supposed to do with these?”

“I don’t know.” Eloise pauses in thought. “Maybe smell them.”

I lift them to my nose and inhale. Her sweet smell fills me, and all the blood in my head rushes to my cock.

“They’re good, but I’d rather taste you.”

Eloise laughs. She moves one knee to the door, and puts the foot closest to me onto the seat. In one quick movement, she pushes her fingers into her entrance, takes them out and leans across to me, and shoves her fingers into my mouth.

Her taste makes my dick so hard, I have to undo my jeans. I suck every last morsel of her taste from her fingers.

The seatbelt alarm dings and she pulls her hand away to do up her seat belt.

“Have you been able to make yourself come since you met me?” I glance over at her, and her cheeks flush. She might be acting badly, but she’s still my good girl.

“I haven’t tried.”

“Do it now.”

“Now?”

“Yes, go on. Touch yourself.”

“We’re on the road.”

“You’re sitting there half naked. You’re as wet as High Falls. And you know you want to do it. You want to sit there and taunt me as I drive. Otherwise you wouldn’t have taken off your panties in the first place.”

“Like this?”

I look over. Eloise slinks her body down the seat and props her feet apart on the dashboard. She lets her knees flop out, one rests against the door, the other hovers in front of the radio. She turns her head and fixes her eyes on my face.

Moving my eyes between her and the road, I watch as she runs her fingers through her lips and dances them around her clit.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you come.”