Chapter 16
Several minutes later, Lisanne heard someone tapping on her bedroom door. She guessed it was her mom.
“Honey, can I come in?”
Lisanne didn’t answer, but her mom opened the door anyway.
“What do you want, Mom?” she said, her voice cold.
“Just to make sure you’re okay.”
“Oh, sure, I’m just peachy.”
“Sarcasm won’t help.”
“Won’t it, Mom? Well, you tell me what will help, because I surely don’t know. Daniel has been nothing but polite and respectful, and he’s getting along great with Harry and Pops. It’s you and Dad who have the problem.”
Her mom was quiet for a moment. “You’re right, honey. Your dad and I were very wrong to assume that Daniel was involved in that fight at the arcade. All I can say is that we were worried about you and Harry. Now I know that doesn’t excuse our behavior, but that was the reason. We’ve apologized again to Daniel and I believe he’s accepted it. Now I’m apologizing to you.”
“And Dad?”
“He’s ashamed of himself—like you said. Just give him a chance to say he’s sorry to you. That’s all I ask.”
She patted her daughter on the shoulder and quietly walked out of the room.
Lisanne sat up, then pulled herself off the bed, a determined look on her face.
She had a party to get ready for.
* * *
“Hey, man,” said Daniel, as he strolled into Harry’s room.
He was feeling a lot calmer since he’d spent time with Pops. The old man’s company had stopped him from doing something spectacularly rash, and although they hadn’t talked about anything in particular, just working together on Sirona had taken the heat out of the situation and given him a chance to cool his temper.
Lisanne’s parents had both apologized again. Ernie’s had been rather stiff, but Monica’s had been effusive and heartfelt. She’d begged him to stay for Lisanne’s sake, and Daniel had found himself agreeing, albeit reluctantly.
He pulled off his oil smeared t-shirt and dug around in his messenger bag for something clean to wear for the party. There wasn’t a lot of choice since Lisanne had stolen his gray t-shirt to sleep in.
When he turned around, Harry was staring at him. Or rather, at his nipple rings.
Daniel was amused. They always provoked extreme reactions in people—he couldn’t really see why. After all, it was no different from getting your ears pierced, was it?
“Whoa!” whispered Harry. “Did … did that hurt?”
Yep, always the same question.
“Yeah, some. Not much.”
“Isn’t it … kind of twisted? Ya know, freaky?”
Daniel laughed. At least the kid had the guts to say what most people just thought.
“It’s not everyone’s thing. Whatever, man, I like it. Girls like it.”
Harry blushed.
“What about your tattoos—did they hurt?”
“Some more than others. Tats near bone tend to hurt the most, like the one on my hip,” he said, casually.
Harry gulped. “You have one on your hip, too? Man! That’s a lot of tattoos.”
Daniel shrugged. “My brother has more—on both arms. He said the inside of his wrists hurt the most.”
“Is Lisanne going to get a tattoo?”
Daniel raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know. She’s never said she wanted one.”
“Because Mom and Dad would go nuclear.”
Daniel smiled. “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.”
He pulled on his last clean t-shirt and saw that Harry was still staring at him.
“Um, can I ask you something?” said Harry, nervously. “Are you … are you doing it with my sister?”
“That’s kind of a personal question,” said Daniel, seriously.
Harry visibly cringed but plowed on.
“It’s just … because you’re kissing and stuff all the time. I’ve never seen her do that with a guy before.”
“Your sister means a lot to me. I care about her.”
Harry screwed up his face in disgust. “That’s pretty mushy.”
Daniel smiled. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Um, so … I was wondering,” continued Harry, anxiously twisting his fingers together. “Can I ask you … about … stuff?”
Daniel paused, then sat down on the cot bed.
“Shoot.”
Harry dropped his head and stared at his hands with a look of abject horror and embarrassment on his face.
“Um … um…” he mumbled.
Daniel held back a sigh and waited patiently. He was beginning to get an idea about what Harry wanted to ask him.
“What is it, man?” he said, gently.
Harry’s face glowed red.
“Um … when you were my age, did you … um … did you … you know … um…”
“Whack off?” Daniel supplied helpfully.
“Yeah,” croaked Harry, risking a quick glance upwards.
“Sure,” replied Daniel easily, glancing at the Megan Fox poster on Harry’s wall. “All guys do.”
“Oh, okay.” Harry paused, then continued his mumble. It wasn’t easy for Daniel to work out what the kid was saying, but the gist of the conversation was all too clear. “How did you know what I was going to ask?” Harry choked out.
Daniel shrugged. “I’m a good guesser.” He wondered if that was the end of the conversation.
It wasn’t.
“Um, is it true that if you do it … a lot … you can go blind or something?”
“Jeez, man!” said Daniel. “Who’s been telling you this shit? The answer’s no. Why didn’t you just Google it?”
“Dad put a parent block on the computer,” Harry said, with a grimace. “And you can’t look at school either.”
“At a friend’s house?” Daniel offered.
“My friend Jerry had some porn,” Harry said.
“Cool,” said Daniel, hiding a smile.
“Yeah?”
“Sure. Most guys watch porn. Some girls, too.”
Harry’s eyes were huge. “Girls watch porn?”
“Some, yeah.”
“Does … does Lis watch porn?”
Daniel smiled. “Not my secret to tell, man.”
“Oh wow!” Harry’s face showed surprise and nascent respect for his sister. “Um, so, is it weird to get a boner watching porn when there’s another guy around?”
Daniel couldn’t help a small smile escaping.
“Embarrassing, isn’t it?”
Harry gave a relieved laugh. “Yeah!”
“Look, porn is supposed to make you feel horny. That’s kinda the point of it. It’s generally not a group activity unless you’re like, having a party with beer or whatever. Mostly guys watch it by themselves and jerk off. It’s normal. Girls do it, too.”
“Girls? H-how?”
Jeez, now he was giving a biology lesson?
“Girls have pussies, right?” Harry seemed to have frozen, as Daniel continued to explain. “Yeah, so their pussies have clits—like a little nub at the front?”
Harry looked shocked, although by which sentence, Daniel couldn’t tell.
“You rub the clit—or they do it themselves—they come.”
“Come?”
“You know—orgasm—man milk.”
“Is it … like guys, um…”
“Not exactly, but fuck, it feels good if you’re around when it happens. Like I said—it’s normal. Girls do it, guys do it.”
Harry looked relieved. “I had to do it twice when I came home,” he admitted. “After watching the porn movie.”
“Nah, that’s nothing, man. Lots of guys your age jack off the whole freakin’ day. I dunno how any of us ever manage to go to school.”
Harry gave a small chuckle and then pulled a face.
“And in my sleep,” he groaned.
“Yeah, that happens. Doing the laundry is a nightmare,” Daniel agreed sympathetically. “Especially when your mom wants to know why you’ve changed the sheets when she did it yesterday.”
“Yeah!”
“Look, kid. Guys jerk off. A lot. I don’t know about by the time a guy gets really old, like 30 or something, but yeah. It’s like putting your pants on in the morning—just part of the routine. Know what I’m saying?”
“So, it’s normal?”
“Yep. Fun and free and nobody gets pregnant—what’s not to like?”
Harry laughed nervously.
Daniel remembered when he’d had a similar conversation with Zef. He’d been eleven, although possibly not as clueless as Harry, since he’d discovered Zef’s porn stash and examined it thoroughly before being caught. Plus, he then lost his virginity to one of his brother’s female friends when he was just slightly older than Harry was now.
It must suck not having an older brother.
He leaned over to reach into his jacket pocket, then tossed Harry a packet of condoms.
“You might want to practice with these, so when the time comes, you know what you’re doing. You don’t want to be getting that fucker inside out when you’ve got your woman all hot and heavy for you.”
Harry’s mouth popped open but no words came out.
Daniel stood up and headed for the door.
“Thank me in a few years,” he called over his shoulder.
Feeling like the day hadn’t been a complete disaster after all, he went looking for Lisanne, and banged on her bedroom door.
“Baby doll, it’s me.”
The door opened and Daniel’s jaw met the floor.
His eyes ran down long, bare legs and the very short denim skirt; took in the vixen with long, dark lashes, red lipstick and styled hair; and came to rest on tits that were looking very proud of themselves, enticingly covered in a pale blue tank top with spaghetti straps, that clung in all the right places.
Daniel licked his lips. It took a moment before he realized Lisanne was speaking to him.
“Do I look okay?” she repeated, made anxious by his silence.
“Fuck, yeah!” he breathed. “You look incredible, baby doll!”
Lisanne smiled nervously. “I cut up my old denim skirt and it came out a bit shorter than I wanted it.”
She tugged at the hem, but it still only just skirted the top of her thighs.
Daniel pulled her toward him and cupped her ass, his fingers lingering under the edge of the cut off skirt.
“You look so fucking hot,” he whispered.
“So, you think I look all right?”
Daniel smiled at her, his head cocked to one side. “You just don’t get it, do you? I only have to look at you to get hard. Fuck, I want you so bad right now.”
Lisanne’s face was glowing.
“Um, okay then. I’ll see you downstairs in a minute.”
Daniel winked at her as she closed the door again. He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. Being in the Maclaines’ house was a giant mind-fuck, but goddamn it, she was worth it.
Harry walked past on his way to the TV den.
“Hey, man,” said Daniel. “If you hear me getting up in the night, I’m going to see my girl. You cool with that?”
Harry looked away.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Daniel smiled to himself.
“But…”
“Yeah, man?”
“If Dad catches you, I was asleep and didn’t know anything about it, okay?”
Daniel held back a smile. “Deal.”
* * *
To say Lisanne’s parents were shocked when they saw her would have been a giant redwood sized understatement.
Ernie’s eyes bulged in disbelief, and Monica’s mouth opened and closed several times without managing to speak.
“Don’t wait up,” said Lisanne, hurrying out before viable language skills returned.
Daniel was waiting in the front yard, leaning on Sirona, enjoying a peaceful cigarette. He grinned when he saw her, and stubbed out his smoke.
“Baby doll’s ready to party,” he murmured into her neck. “You look beautiful, baby.”
To Lisanne’s hungry eyes, he looked pretty damned appetizing himself.
His jeans were hooked over his hipbones, and his black t-shirt clung to his chest. She could see the tail of his dragon tattoo coiling around his right bicep, just above his elbow. The small silver ring was back in his eyebrow, and his black hair was standing in short spikes.
He opened the car door for her in an old-fashioned gesture that made her giggle, but there was nothing old-fashioned about the way he leaned across and ran his tongue along her bare thigh, when he climbed in beside her.
“I want to have you in this car, baby.”
Lisanne swallowed.
“Um,” she said, unable to frame a reply.
He gave her a wicked grin. “Are you going to start the engine, baby, or are you hoping wishful thinking will get us to the party?”
She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of lust that had descended. Was it hot in this car?
With sweating palms, Lisanne managed to turn the ignition key, ignoring Daniel’s amused smirk.
They made one stop on the way to Sonia Brandt’s house. At Daniel’s insistence, Lisanne parked outside a liquor store. She slid down low in the driver’s seat, hoping that no one who knew her mom’s car would see them. Daniel came out carrying a six-pack and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Lisanne was surprised. She’d never seen him drink anything other than beer, and was annoyed by the little twist of apprehension she felt in her stomach.
When they arrived at the party, Lisanne had to park several hundred yards from the Brandt house, as cars lined the street outside.
The Brandts lived on a wide, tree-lined avenue, with a large mansion style house set back from the road, and a curving driveway leading up to the front door.
People were streaming toward the building, most carrying liquor of some description. Lisanne’s apprehension expanded like a balloon in her belly, but Daniel seemed to have cheered up considerably. Whether his relaxed state grew commensurately with the distance from the Maclaines’ house, the bottle of Jack that he’d already started drinking, or the prospect of a party, who knew?
Lisanne felt miserable. It was everything she hated: loud, false people; getting drunk; and being ignored by snooty girls from her old high school.
It helped that she was with Daniel, but the old insecurities needed more than a short skirt and a couple of makeup lessons from Kirsty to be fully exorcised.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, but jumped slightly when she felt Daniel’s fingers gently holding her chin.
“What’s the matter, baby doll?”
She shook her head.
“Nothing,” she lied. “I’m being dumb.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Lis,” he said, softly. “Talk to me.”
Her shoulders slumped. She should have known she wouldn’t be able to hide from him.
“This party,” she said, waving her hands to indicate their surroundings. “It’s not really my thing.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Why? I’ve seen you at the club—you were totally into it.”
“That was different,” she said. “I could … I could be anyone there, you know? Nobody knew me—I could start over. Here,” she pointed her chin at the Brandt’s house, “here I’m just a music nerd who plays the violin and is trying to act cool. They know me—they’ll know I’m just faking it.”
Daniel gave a quiet chuckle.
“Is that what you think? Baby doll, you’re hot and sexy and so fucking passionate. There’s nothing fake about you.”
“But…”
“I’m telling you, Lis. I’ve had a lot of women,” he said, raising his eyebrows to make the point, “and none of them compares to you. You’re the real deal.”
Lisanne chewed on her lip, and looked doubtfully toward the house.
“We don’t have to go,” he said, “but if you let them make you feel second class, then they win.”
Her head snapped up at his words—she knew he was right.
“Are you channeling Eleanor Roosevelt, ‘no one can make you feel inferior without your consent’?”
He grinned at her. “Yeah, baby doll. I’m all for feminism,” and he ran his hand up between her legs. “And I’m all for miniskirts—freedom of expression. Fuck, yeah!”
He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over, giving him more reach. She gasped as his thumb stroked her right there. Then he kissed her, simulating with his tongue what he was doing with his hand.
Lisanne panted into his mouth and when he pulled away, the black of his pupils had burned away the hazel irises.
His eyelids fluttered closed and he took a deep breath.
Lisanne nearly told him to forget the party, that she’d drive them somewhere secluded so he could finish what he’d begun, but another part of her wanted to be the person he thought she was. With him there, maybe she could be that person. She wanted to try, at least.
She unbuckled her own seatbelt and opened the car door.
“Let’s go,” she said.
Daniel grinned at her and winked.
He wrapped his arm around her as they walked toward the house, carrying the beer in his free hand. Much to Lisanne’s relief, he’d left the Jack under the seat.
As luck would have it, the first two people they met were the infamous Ingham sisters: cheerleaders, and twin pains in the butt—Kayla and Beth. They did a comic double take when they saw Lisanne, although most of their attention was focused on Daniel.
“What’s the magic word, Maclaine?” sniffed Kayla. “This party isn’t for nerds, but your friend can come in.”
Lisanne smiled pleasantly. “Fuck you. There’s two words,” and she breezed inside.
“Bad ass,” Daniel breathed into her hair.
Lisanne began to enjoy herself.
The entrance hall was heaving with bodies, some drinking, some moving to the pounding music that thundered from hidden speakers. Lisanne recognized a few people from her old high school, but none that she knew well. She planned to lead Daniel through the house out to the pool area at the back. But before she could reach it, Daniel dropped the beer onto a chair and grabbed her hips from behind, moving his body against her. Then he flipped her around, and pulled her hands up to his neck, grinding against her.
He rested his hands on her ass and gently drew her into the dance. Lisanne had never moved like that outside of the bedroom, and that was still very new to her. It was only dancing in the technical sense that they were moving to music. She waited for the familiar flush of embarrassment but instead she felt liberated, wanton and free.
She tugged Daniel’s head toward her and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Hearing him groan was the greatest turn on. She ran her hands down his spine, and shoved her hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
They were locked at the lips, and damn near joined at the crotch, and it felt fine.
“Oh. My. God! Lisanne Maclaine?”
Sonia’s shriek could have deafened bats in three states.
Lisanne unglued herself from Daniel’s willing lips, and looked nonchalantly at the party’s hostess.
“Oh, hi Sonia. Thanks for inviting us. Daniel, this is Sonia Brandt; Sonia, this is my boyfriend, Daniel Colton.”
“Hello, Sonia Brandt,” said Daniel, his eyes flicking in her direction for an insultingly short period of time.
Lisanne ran her hands up under Daniel’s t-shirt and he grinned at her, completely understanding the game they were playing. He buried his head in her neck, placing small bites from her earlobe to her throat.
Sonia’s face was everything that Lisanne could have hoped for: stunned, disbelieving, and so green with envy that she could have led the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
Up until now, Lisanne had been playing, but the way Daniel was touching her made her think they’d gone straight from the rehearsal to the main event.
Sonia’s chagrined face disappeared from view, and Lisanne stopped caring what she thought, or what the Ingham sisters thought, or any of the people who’d belittled, disparaged and discounted her for four, long years.
Daniel must have felt the change, because he began moving more freely with her until they were really dancing, moving sinuously to the rhythm that he could feel through this supple body.
Eventually, Lisanne called a timeout, hot and bothered enough to need a cold drink.
Daniel retrieved his beer and they headed out to the pool.
Lisanne tugged off her pumps that she’d only worn once before to her cousin’s wedding, and dangled her feet in the soothing water.
Daniel sat down next to her so she was leaning against the solid comfort of his chest. She felt him sweep her hair away from her shoulder and place beer cooled kisses along her neck. She wanted to thank him for making her come tonight, but to have a conversation, she’d have to move, and right now she was very comfortable.
But it was Daniel who moved, carefully shifting away from her and twisting around until he was facing her.
“Didn’t you like high school, Lis?” he said, winding his denim clad legs beneath him until he was sitting cross-legged.
“Does anyone?”
“Yeah, I think some people do.”
“Did you?”
He grimaced, and Lisanne could have kicked herself. High school would hardly be on his list of greatest memories—not when it was the time in his life that he’d started to lose his hearing.
“Not so much,” he admitted. “It pretty much sucked. I was just … angry all the time. That’s why I got into so many fights. Trying to prove that … I don’t know … that I was still me.” He grinned at her. “Gave my parents a lot of nightmares.”
His smile faded and he rubbed at a spot of oil on his jeans.
“They’d be so proud of you,” Lisanne said, with certainty. “Going to college, getting your degree.”
“They’d have liked you,” he said.
“Oh.” Lisanne was surprised and her heart gave a happy flip flop.
Daniel chewed on his lip, then reached into his pants’ pocket. She thought he was reaching for a cigarette but instead he pulled out a tiny package, wrapped in the same silver paper that he’d used with such comic results when gift wrapping the leather jacket he’d given her.
“Mom always used to make a big deal about Thanksgiving—said we should think of all the things we were thankful for. The last time…” he took a deep breath, “the last time, when they were alive, I said it was bullshit and I had nothing to be thankful for… but now I’ve met you, I don’t know, I feel like I am thankful. So I want you to have this. Thank you for being you. Thank you for putting up with my punk ass—for being in my life.”
Lisanne didn’t know what to say. With shaking hands, she unwrapped the paper carefully. Nestled beneath was a small gold locket on a short chain.
She stared at him, completely overwhelmed.
“Open it.”
Gently, she pried the two halves apart. Inside was a miniature photograph of them, taken during their day at the beach.
“It was my mom’s,” he said, shrugging. “I wanted you to have it.”
He stood up in one smooth move, and took the locket from her hands. Then, crouching behind her, he placed it carefully around her neck and kissed her hair.
She twisted around and caught his face between her trembling fingers.
“Thank you. I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything,” he whispered. “Just wear it, so I know.”
She kissed him tenderly, deeply, and the heat flared between them.
“Whoa! Mouse Maclaine! Who knew you could be such a hot piece of ass?!”
Lisanne recognized the voice immediately. Grayson Woods, defensive lineman and star of the high school football team. She’d heard he’d gone to Alabama LSU on a football scholarship. But he was still the foul-mouthed Neanderthal she remembered.
Daniel hadn’t heard the comment but he could see from the expression on her face that something was wrong, and it didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on.
He stood up slowly, and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket while Grayson eyed him coolly.
“You want to say that again, motherfucker?” Daniel asked in a conversational tone.
Grayson’s mouth dropped open, but then a wolfish smile spread across his face.
He’d been surprised when Sonia had told him that the music nerd was here, and even more astonished when he’d seen that she’d transformed into a seriously fuckable piece of tail, but now it looked as if the fun would be in taking out her punk boyfriend, before humiliating her a little more.
“Well,” sneered Grayson, “looks like that uptight bitch finally opened her legs for someone and…”
Which was as far as he got before Daniel hit him.
Grayson didn’t even see it coming. Maybe he’d had some idea that he’d be able to finish his catalog of insults before Daniel’s patience ran out. Live and learn.
Grayson’s nose seemed to be spread across his face and leaking two trails of bright blood, before his arms flailed—but failed to stop him falling backward into the pool.
There was a stunned silence and Daniel sucked on his cigarette.
“Motherfucker had a foul mouth,” he said calmly, then tossed the butt, watching it bounce off of Grayson’s drenched chest.
An ironic cheer went up from some of the guys around the pool, but others looked angrily at the interloper.
Lisanne struggled to her feet and scooped up her pumps.
“Come on,” she whispered, tugging on his arm.
She led the way past the side of the house and stopped to pull on her shoes to cross the gravel drive, but Daniel scooped her up into his arms and carried her instead.
As they approached her mom’s car, she dug the keys out of her purse and beeped it open so Daniel could deposit her in the driver’s seat. When he slid in next to her, his expression was curiously blank.
“You’re not mad, are you, baby doll?”
She blinked. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“For hitting that guy.”
She smiled. “No, he deserved it. He’s done a lot worse to a lot of people over the years. I’m glad you hit him. I’m glad his ugly butt ended up in the pool.”
Daniel smiled with relief.
“Thank fuck for that. I thought you were going to chew my ass.”
Lisanne raised her eyebrows. “Now that’s an idea.”
“Baby doll, I’m shocked. Are you flirting with me?”
She laughed. “I’m going to do a lot more than that. I just need to drive this car some place quiet and show you how much I appreciate you being my knight in shining armor. Again.”
A slow smile spread over Daniel’s face.
“Fuck, yeah!” he muttered.
Lisanne swallowed nervously. It was one thing to sound like she was fearless…
They drove in silence, the car’s lights throwing a yellow beam into the trees that fled past in the forest. Daniel’s hand dropped to her knee, where his fingers drew mindless patterns on her pale skin.
Finally, she pulled over, and stopped at the side of a lonely, secluded dirt road—one of many that fringed the lake.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Daniel spoke first.
“It’s dark, baby. I can’t read you right now. But just … we only ever do what you want to do, okay? You want me to stop, you know how.”
The sound as she unclipped first her own then his seatbelt was loud in her ears.
She didn’t think she was the kind of girl who had sex in cars, but since meeting Daniel her views had broadened to the point of shifting seismically.
And yet, there was no pressure. His touch was gentle and reassuring, not frenzied or demanding. He was letting her lead.
She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it.
“Thank you,” she said, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her. “Thank you for everything.”
She sucked his fingers into her mouth and bit them gently, making him laugh lightly.
“Baby doll, are you trying to lead me astray?”
She crawled across the seat divide and settled herself on his lap. He hummed happily into her neck, then licked her skin slowly.
“You taste good, baby.”
She mirrored his actions, breathing in the scent of his hair, his skin, kissing his cheeks, his eyelids, his lips.
He shifted beneath her and she could feel that he was hard, but he seemed to be content, sprinkling soft kisses across her chest and neck.
When she made her decision, it took her by surprise. He might be content to just make out, but she wanted to make love to him.
And she did love him. She loved his quiet strength and his patient softness, his humor and his sincerity, his sudden flares of anger, the passion and intelligence he hid behind his hazel eyes and lazy smirk: she loved him skin to core, and the weight of that feeling grounded her and freed her in ways she didn’t yet understand.
“I’m going to make love to you, Daniel Colton. I’m going to make love to you here and now because I love everything about you, and I don’t care that you can’t hear me and I don’t care that you’ll never hear me sing or play my violin. I’ll hear for both of us. I want to share it with you—all of it. I want to share myself with you.”
He didn’t hear her. He couldn’t hear her. And she didn’t care.
He was still nuzzling her neck and rubbing the tops of her arms against the coolness of the night air, when she reached down and brushed her fingers between his legs, teasing the hardness.
His hands fell still and she heard him take a deep breath. He waited, wondering what she was going to do next.
She shifted back on his knees, giving herself more room, and reached down to stroke him again. She felt his stomach tense, but he didn’t try to encourage her or stop her—he simply waited.
She unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. His breaths became more uneven and he couldn’t help lifting his hips into her hands.
She pulled his cock free and ran her fingers over its smooth hardness. Daniel groaned and leaned back against the headrest.
“Lis…”
She laid one finger over his lips and continued to stroke him with her other hand. He lifted her off so she was hovering above him, and carefully pushed two fingers inside her, groaning again when he found her wet. With his free hand, he pulled a packet of condoms out of his pocket.
“I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, baby. Do I need these?”
She nodded as he looked up at her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He saw her nod, and quickly unwrapped a condom, sliding it on with expert hands.
She was going to climb off him to remove her panties, but he gripped her hips and shook his head. He pushed the delicate material to one side and lowered her onto him, hissing with pleasure as she sank down.
Lisanne felt powerful and adventurous and so damn turned on she barely knew what to do with herself. Even in the dark she could see the adoration on his face as he pushed up inside of her.
They moved together, finding their rhythm in the cramped confines of the car. Even without using his fingers Daniel seemed to know exactly how to move to pull streams of sensation from her. She felt the now familiar trembling inside herself.
Daniel felt it, too, and he started to move faster, harder, his breaths louder in the still air.
Lisanne came first, collapsing onto his neck, and Daniel followed soon after, a strangled moan rolling up his throat.
They sat, joined together, for some minutes before he shifted her away and snapped off the used condom, tying a secure knot around it and shoving it in his pocket. Then he tucked his now limp dick back inside his jeans and pulled the zipper up.
Lisanne crawled onto her own seat, feeling drained but oddly energized. She felt like she could sleep for a week, or run a marathon.
She looked across to Daniel. He was leaning back with his eyes open, a faint smile illuminated by the moonlight that crept through the trees.
He looked over and picked up her hand, kissing each finger one by one.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
He laid her hand back in her lap, then touched the locket around her neck and smiled.
Rolling down the car’s window, he pulled out a smoke.
Lisanne almost told him that her mom would be mad if he smoked in her car, but decided that one cigarette was pretty low down on her list of sins, particularly considering they’d just fucked on the passenger seat.
She drove home with the windows open.