I’m finger-fucking a girl in the backseat of Addison’s car. She let me borrow it for the night, but I’m sure she wouldn’t have offered it up if she knew I was planning on getting laid in it.

The chick moans, crushing her hips against my hand, pleading for more. I add another finger, feeling her juices drip down each one. Her name is Kelly, Kyla, something that starts with a K. I don’t remember, and I don’t care to. She’s hot as fuck and was willing to jump in the backseat after only talking for five minutes in the small bar I found a few miles from my dad’s place.

I pick up my pace, driving three fingers in and out of her wet folds, and I feel her pussy start to clench around my fingertips. Loud moans blast from her throat as she explodes.

The sound of my zipper going down echoes through the car, and she doesn’t waste any time before wrapping her full lips around my cock. Her mouth is hungry, taking my length deep in her throat. She settles her head above my lap, giving me the perfect angle to knot her hair in my fingers and guide her to how I want it.

She’s got fucking skills. She’s using her tongue in all of the right ways–curling it around the tip, licking down my dick, and cupping my balls.

I shut my eyes and tilt my head back in pleasure. It’s been a minute since I got my dick sucked–since I moved here.

I take in a deep breath when I realize I have a problem. Not a problem with my cock, but a problem with my mind. Instead of this K chick’s mouth, I’m imagining it’s someone elses. I’m fantasizing it’s the girl’s mouth that owns this car. I envision those hot pink lips sucking my cock dry.

I shake my head, trying to rid my thoughts of her, and tighten my hold on K’s curly strands. I pump my hips up, losing control.

It’s because Addison is off limits, because she’s a challenge, that’s why I want her so fucking bad.

It’s not attraction. It’s not lust. It’s a challenge.

My chest shudders as I bust in the girl’s mouth, my thoughts still on Addison. She licks my cock up and down one last time, lapping up any extra cum like she’s starving for it.

“Thanks, babe,” I say, releasing her hair so she can get up.

“Want to go back to my place?” she asks, wiping her mouth.

She bites the corner of her lip, waiting for me to answer. She’s hot as fuck. Her blonde hair is the perfect length to grip while fucking her from behind. Her black top is showing me everything she has to work with. I lick my lips, remembering how I was sucking on her tits earlier.

I pull up my pants and buckle them. “Maybe another time.” The words fell from my mouth before I had the chance to think.

What the fuck?

I need some pussy, why am I saying no?

She roams her hand over my cock, rubbing me slowly, and I start to get excited again. “Why not tonight? I only live a few miles away.”

“I got you off. You got me off. I think it’s time we call it a night.”

“Okay then, let me give you my number.”

She recites her digits, and I pretend to punch them in my phone.

She opens her purse and pulls out her phone. Shit. “And give me yours, so I know who’s calling.”

The whole give me your number because I don’t answer unknown callers is the best line to get someone’s number. Sometimes, I give them Kelton’s number, and he gets shitty at me. Other times, I give them the sex addict’s hotline number. I don’t do dating. I fuck, that’s it.

I ruffle my hands through her soft curls. “I was kidding, babe. This was fun. Your dick sucking skills are out of this world, but it’s not going any further than this. I’m not from here. I’m only visiting.”

Her face falls. “I wish you would’ve told me that before you had me sucking your dick in the backseat of a car.”

“You didn’t ask.”

I wince at the sting of her hand connecting with my cheek before she climbs out of the car. I laugh; leaning back against the seat, and my stomach slowly starts to churn. I look around, wondering if Cam has ever fucked Addison here. I shake the thought away, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach, and jump back in the driver’s seat.

I make a pit stop at the gas station before going home to fill Addison’s tank up and wipe down the backseat. I slow down when I reach the front of the house and notice there’s only one light on upstairs. The garage door opens, and I shut the car off when I make it in. I pull my phone from my pocket and hit her name.

Me: You naked in the basement?

I didn’t notice Cam’s car outside, but I need a conversation starter. I grin when my phone beeps a second later.

Addison: Coast is clear, jackass.

Me: Damn, I wanted to see your naked ass. You with the douchebag boyfriend?

It’s an asshole move to text her after I was just fucking around with another girl in her backseat, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Addison: He went home a few hours ago.

I get out and jog downstairs to find the basement empty.

Me: Where are you?

Addison: In my bedroom.

Me: Am I allowed in there?

Addison: Nope.

I frown. Well, fuck. There goes that idea.

Me: I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight.

I set my phone down when I make it to my room and drag my shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor. My phone beeps at the same time I start to unbutton my jeans.

Addison: But I can come down there.

Me: Then hurry your ass up.

I head into the living room without bothering to put my shirt back on and collapse on the couch before turning on the TV, flipping through the channels for something decent to watch while I wait for her.

“Hey.”

I turn around at the sound of her sweet voice. “Hey, back. Sit your ass down now.”

I take her in as she comes closer. She’s in her pajamas, a black tank top and shorts covered in polka dots. I know if she turns around I’ll definitely be getting a show of the bottom of her ass cheeks. My dick is aching to see this girl naked and fuck her. I check her out, focusing on her toned legs, and lick my lips in hunger.

“Did you lose your shirt or something?” she asks, staring at my bare chest.

I want her to drink me up, get turned on, and give me a piece of her. If I have to walk around with my chest out every goddamn day, I’ll do it until I slide my dick inside her.

“I figured I’d give you something good to look at since you don’t get it with your boyfriend.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Oh yeah, and thanks for letting me use your car.”

She gives me an innocent smile and sits down. “No problem. Did you have fun tonight?”

“It was alright.” I’m sure as fuck not sharing the fact I had my hand deep in another girl’s pussy.

Her nose scrunches up. “I can smell alcohol on your breath. You drove my car drunk?”

“I’m not drunk, babe. I only had two beers.”

“So you drank and drove?”

“Two beers is nothing.”

“But I trusted you.” She’s not angry. She looks more disappointed than anything.

“I’m sorry.” I feel bad for letting her down. “But really, two beers is nothing. It doesn’t affect me one bit.”

“Everyone says that until they kill someone.”

“Does two beers get you wasted?”

She sticks out her tongue in disgust, and I want to lean forward and taste it. “I wouldn’t know. Beer is pretty much the nastiest thing on this Earth.”

“You don’t drink?”

“I’ve had wine and … stuff.”

“Stuff?” I ask, curiously. I’m ready to see more of the bad girl come out.

Her eyes don’t meet mine. “Champagne, vodka, tequila,” she rambles off.

“And you keep getting more and more fun.” I tap her on the forehead and jump up from the couch.

“Where are you going?”

“Be right back.”

I rush into my bedroom to grab the bottle from my bedside drawer and head back into the living room.

She holds her hands up when she sees it and shakes her head. “Oh no, that’s not happening.”

I hold up the full bottle of tequila. “Oh, it’s happening, babe. You,” I point to her with the bottle and then to myself, “and me are about to have some fucking fun.”

“There’s no way I’m drinking with you right now. Our parents can wake up at any minute.”

“That’s the fun part, the whole I could get busted thing gives you an even bigger buzz. Plus, I don’t think they ever come down here.”

She fakes a yawn and stretches her arms out above her. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

I stop her when she goes to gets up. “Nu uh, princess.”

She plops back down. “Fine, but I’m not drinking.”

I screw off the cap and take a long draw from the bottle. It stings as it goes down but tastes like heaven. I try to hand the bottle to her, but she shakes her head. “More for me then. I thought you wanted to shed your doormat image …”

“I’m not a doormat,” she snaps.

“You are so a doormat.”

She stares at me in contemplation. I’m basically the definition of peer pressure right now, but I want her to let loose. I want to see her throw out all her inhibitions and show me the real her.

Liquid splashes against my arm when she snatches the bottle from me. She wraps her plump lips around the rim and takes a drink. I watch her face as she swallows it down, and it shows full distaste. She pulls the bottle away, inhales a deep breath, and then takes another gulp.

“Damn girl,” I say, slowly pulling the bottle away from her.

“What? You said to show you I’m not a doormat. Let loose a little princess,” she says, mocking my voice.

“I said get a little loose, not take a trip to the emergency room, killer.”

She shrugs, a giant grin on her face. “So now I’m feeling a buzz, you happy?”

“The better question is are you happy?”

“I guess,” she chirps. She leans back and starts to get comfortable. “Are we watching a movie or what?”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“We can do whatever you want to do.”

I raise my brows. “Whatever I want?”

She scoots in closer to shove my chest. “We’re not having sex.”

“Is that the only stipulation? Because I can find plenty of fun things to do with you that aren’t necessarily sex. I can use my tongue …”

She shoves me again. “Or anything sexual.”

I frown. “You always take away all the fun.”

She hikes her legs up on the coffee table, and my dick pulsates. Fuck, what I’d do to lick her from her ankle up to her thigh … then to her pussy.

“Is it against the rules that we’re down here after midnight, considering we both live here?” she asks, completely oblivious that I haven’t taken my eyes off her legs.

I take a deep breath. “Fuck the rules.”

“You can’t say fuck the rules,” she whispers, a small giggle escaping her.

“I can say whatever the fuck I want. So can you.”

“I can as soon as I get out of here.” She holds up three fingers. “Three months.”

“And you’ll be leaving for school?”

She nods, anchoring a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yep. Columbia.”

“Why there?”

“Why not there? It’s Ivy League.”

“That’s you’re reason? Sounds pretty superficial to me.”

“Quit ruining my buzz. I want to be a pediatrician, and that’s where I’ll get the best education. It’s not superficial. It’s me wanting to be great at my profession. The more I know, the better I can help people.”

“I like that. You got heart.” I feel bad for wanting to seduce her for a second, but that quickly goes away when my eyes travel back to her thighs.

“What about you? Are you in school?”

“Nope.”

“What do you do then?”

“I worked at a tattoo shop in Cali, but that’s about it. School is not for me.”

She tilts her head to the side, like she’s examining me. “Why isn’t it for you?”

“First, it costs a shitload of money, which I don’t have much of. Second, I’m not planning on being a doctor or anything, so it’s a waste to go.”

I graduated high school and immediately started working. College was never in the plan for me. I worked a few low paying jobs and then got into tattooing. I was finally starting to make money before I got arrested.

She nods in understanding. “Why exactly are you here?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure it can be uncomplicated.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, tightly squeezing my eyes. “I got arrested.”

She bites the edge of her lip but doesn’t flinch at my answer. “I heard something about that. How did that bring you here, though?”

“After I got arrested, my mom called my dad begging him to help me get a lawyer that I didn’t fucking want. My dad called one of his friends he went to school with. They somehow made a plea deal. Basically, I had to get my ass out of Cali for six months, get my shit together, and then the charges would be dropped.”

“What did you do to get arrested?”

“I beat up a guy.”

“For what?”

“I walked in on him using my mom as a punching bag.”

That was one of the worst days of my life. The bastard had my mom cornered against the wall, his fist pounding into her cheek. My blood boiled. I wanted to kill the fucker. I grabbed him by the throat, threw him down on the ground, and beat the shit out of him. I would’ve killed him if the cops didn’t come in and stop me. The neighbor called them because she heard yelling.

“Then I don’t blame you,” she says.

Her response shocks me. I was sure she’d think I was a bad guy when she found out.

“Drunken conversations are the best. You would’ve never told me that sober.”

I shrug. “I would’ve told you eventually.”

She snorts. “Yeah, right. You don’t like to talk about anything besides pussy.”

I throw my head back in laughter. “Oh princess, you’re already getting used to me.”

A smile itches at her lips for a second until she lets it out. “That means you trust me, though.”

“What?”

“You trusted me enough to tell me that.”

The muscles in my neck convulse. I’m not ready for a serious conversation like this. I don’t like serious conversations.

“I guess that means I do,” I say, my voice low. “And I think you trust me. You enjoy hanging out with me.”

I can feel the alcohol flowing through me as I focus my eyes on her. She's feeling it too. Something shifts, and the room suddenly feels hotter.

My cock springs back to life when I notice goosebumps pop up on her legs. Her thighs clench together. Her tongue dips between the seams of her lips. She wants me as bad as I want her.

She flinches when my hand cups her thigh but doesn’t pull away. I shift her closer, my hand inching toward her heat as she looks up at me with lust filled eyes. I’m ready to take her on this fucking couch.

Her breaths are caught in her throat. I scoot forward, fully ready to run my tongue between her lips before I drive it in her mouth.

Her eyes flutter open as reality hits her. Her palm smacks into my chest, and she pulls away.

“I have a boyfriend,” she whispers.

“Break up with him,” I answer, my tone completely serious.

I’ve been drinking, but the thought of her dumping him makes me feel inflamed.

“I can also smell perfume on you.” Hurt is evident in her voice.

I look down, feeling like the asshole I am.

“I’m not like that. I’m not that kind of girl, Zeth.”

I scrub my hands over my face. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Work on not being that kind of guy.”