Laurel
Please, start this time. I turn the key on my Civic, but all the engine–or transmission–or whatever the hell is falling apart does is mock me while sounding like it has a bad smoker’s cough.
“I’m sorry I make fun of you. I’ll never talk about your age again if you’ll just start, dammit,” I whine.
I turn the key again, and this time it does nothing. “Oh, now the silent treatment. Screw you, too.”
I sling my head back against the seat, but then I become paranoid about being alone in the dark campus parking lot. Fishing my phone from my purse, I call Jason.
“Hi,” he says, answering after the first ring.
“Hi. My car won’t start. Do you think you could pick me up?”
“Sure. Are you OK?”
“No, I’m not. If the repairs are expensive, I won’t have enough money to fix it.”
“Maybe I can get it running. If not, I’ll help you cover the cost.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Stop being difficult, and let me help you. It would mean a lot to me.”
“I don’t know. I’m going back in the library. Text me when you get here.”
“I’ll pick you up at the door.”
Strolling back to the library, I wait inside the main doors. It’s Tuesday night, and I’m tired, stressed and don’t feel right taking money from Jason.
Having him around to take my mind off my father’s sentencing has certainly helped, but as the day in the courtroom approaches, I feel the tension building. I’m ready to put the past behind me.
Seeing Jason’s Charger pull up, I walk outside. I open the car door and get in, and that’s when it hits me that I don’t have my backpack.
“Hi,” he says. Leaning over, I give him a kiss, and feeling his warm lips on mine gives me instant butterflies. Our relationship is so new that I get excited just thinking about him.
“Hi, I forgot my backpack in the Civic.”
“I’ll drive you over there and see if I can fix your car.”
“It’s dark, so it’d be hard to see anything. Would you have time before class in the morning?”
“I’ll make time.” Jason parks beside my vehicle, and I retrieve the items I need. Once I put them in the backseat of his car and get inside, he laces our hands and squeezes.
“We’ll get this sorted out.”
Resting my head back against the seat, I look over at him.
“You’re sweet. I don’t know how I’d get through this week without you.”
“Speaking of this week… I’m going to Savannah this weekend to celebrate my birthday with my family. Colton and Summer will be there, too. We’re leaving Thursday afternoon, and I wondered if you’d want to go with me.”
“Your birthday is this weekend?”
“Yeah, Saturday.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t go. I work Thursday evening, and then I have my father’s sentencing Friday morning. I do have the weekend off. I put in for it weeks ago after I found out the date of his court hearing.
“I figured I wouldn’t be up for working. Shit, maybe I should see if I can get some of my shifts back. I’ll need the money now that my car’s broken.”
“I told you I’ll help you with your car.” Bringing our entwined hands up, he kisses mine. “Why don’t I go to the hearing with you, and then we can drive to Savannah together? It might be a good escape for you, and I’d love it if you were there with me.”
“I don’t want you to go to my father’s sentencing, and you deserve all the time you can get with your family.”
“Laur—”
“Look, I appreciate you wanting to be there for me, but you’re my future. I don’t want it tainted with my past.
“Besides, I need to focus on being there for my mom that day, but … if it doesn’t cost much to fix my car, I’d love to drive down afterward to be with you.”
Even though it’s dark out, I see the way his face lights up.
“You’ll come?”
“Yes, of course.” Leaning over, he plants his lips on mine. Wanting a distraction from the problems I’m dwelling on, I deepen our kiss and move in closer.
He slides a hand in my hair and grips it as he probes every inch of my mouth. Our passion ignites, our desire overruling my worries, and I need that yearning to take my pain away.
“I want you,” I mumble against his lips. “Please, can we mess around? I need an escape from all the bad shit.”
“Right here?”
“Yes.”
“Baby, you never have to ask. You use my body whenever you want it.”
“Feeling as close to you as possible is what I’m after.” I pull away, and once I’ve kicked off my flats, I unbutton and unzip my jeans.
Lifting my butt, I shimmy my pants down my legs and remove them, but I leave my panties on for fear someone could catch us.
“Shut off your car and headlights.” After doing as I instructed, Jason moves his seat back. I reach over and undo his jeans before he even has time. He yanks them down his legs, and with urgency, I climb over and straddle him.
“Thank goodness your sporty car is more spacious than most.”
Cradling my face, he smiles.
“Does my good girl remember that campus police could roll up on us?”
“I never claimed to be a good girl.” I feel his hard cock press against my throbbing pussy before he sticks his hand between us and rubs me through my panties.
“Christ, you’re already soaked.” He hooks a finger around the satiny fabric and pulls it to the side. I start to lower myself onto his cock, but it hits me that he’s not wearing a condom.
“Shit, do you have a condom?”
Lifting the lid on the center console, he quickly roots around for one. He hands it to me, and I open it. As I slide it over his long shaft, he squeezes my hips.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He moves my panties aside again, and I sink right onto him. He flings his head back and clenches my hips as I use his shoulders to push down, allowing him to bury his cock as far as possible.
I ride him fast, and it’s exactly what I’m craving. I need him to fuck me. The thrill. The risk. The feel of his dick pounding into me.
We’re panting as I bounce above him, and it doesn’t take long for Jason to tense up and come inside me. As soon as he rides out his orgasm, he shoves his hands into my hair.
His tongue sweeps over my lips, and I open my mouth to let him explore it. He teases me with faint strokes of his tongue and gentle kisses to the corners of my mouth.
As he suckles my lower lip, he slips his hand under my sweater and pulls down the cup of my bra to play with my tit.
My need to come increases tenfold, especially once his other hand slips between us to rub my clit. Slow languid strokes … circular pleasure...
I rock forward and back against his semi-hard cock and whimper with need.
“Come for me, Laurel. The erotic expression on your face when you orgasm is a fucking sight to see.”
He rubs firmly while tugging on my nipple. I lean my head back, and he sucks on my throat, his tongue retracing each of his sensual steps.
Ohhh, the pleasure to my pussy, my tits, and his scorching mouth on my skin… I can’t hold on a second longer.
“God, yes.”
“That’s it. Come on my fingers.”
His words cause me to erupt. His touch is incessant, providing me with never-ending pleasure. The sensations are almost too intense, and I jerk my head back to suck in a breath before collapsing against his chest.
He manages to get his hands out from between us, and encasing me in his arms, he hugs me like he can’t get close enough.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
I shake my head against his neck.
“I’m not.”
“You’re perfect for me.”