Well, it’s not. She can’t help that she’s beautiful.
“Why do I feel like this is all a game to you?” Lee asks.
Fuck. I’m getting drawn into an argument and I just met this girl.
A part of me wants to take Lee back to her friend. It sounds like Lee’s about to get all philosophical and shit with her chick principles, which means I’m losing control of the situation. But the other part of me still wants to take Lee back to my place.
Filling my lungs, I exhale slowly. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have blamed you. I wasn’t paying attention and when I saw the turn, I took it. Probably a little too late.”
There’s a twinkle in Lee’s eye as she cups my cheeks with both hands. Her touch makes it difficult to breathe and that pinch is in my chest again.
“It’s okay,” she smiles and then grimaces, withdrawing her hands to rub at one of her elbows.
The pinch in my chest turns into a fisting death grip. I think Lee’s hurt. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she tosses her head side-to-side to get a better look at her arm. “I think I hit my elbow on the cup holder thingy.”
“It’s called a console,” I correct again and pull her arm gently towards me to take a look. Examining her arm, I don’t see anything wrong, but her face says she’s in pain. “It’s not broke, is it?”
“No,” she chortles. “I think I bruised it.”
“I’m so sorry.” And I really am! I feel stupid. Almost getting into an accident was indeed my fault and I have no idea why I even tried to blame her. This girl has completely taken me off guard. I need to get a grip. I need to go back to being the seducer. Dipping my head towards her elbow, I pucker my lips. “Here, let me kiss it.”
Lee giggles softly as I plant a smooch at the tip of her elbow. “Kevin, can I say you have the most perfect lips?”
Twisting Lee’s arm gently, I plant another kiss on the inside of her arm. Her skin flushes with gooseflesh and I follow the little bumps until my eyes gravitate towards her chest, half exposed through her sexy dress. Those things are so beautiful, they even glow. “You have the most perfect... tits.”
She stiffens. “Perfect tits?”
“Fuck!” I lay Lee’s arm down on the console and lean back in my seat, slouching to look up to the roof of my car. “I’m so sorry, Lee. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’d say something like that. Honestly, you have a very beautiful body but I’m sure that sounded horrible.”
“It was pretty bad,” she laughs.
“I swear,” I turn my head, thankful she’s laughing, “I’m usually very good with compliments.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are,” she says, rolling her eyes, sarcasm in her tone. Her hair falls into her face and she flips the soft straight mane back with one hand.
I’m staring at her now. The pinch in my chest returns and I can’t look away. Her attention is focused in the opposite direction. Lee has caught sight of something in the side view mirror and I’m thankful that whatever has caught her mind has given me a moment to look at her. All of her.
I don’t know how that dress has been able to stay on her all night. It’s so thin and shows off everything, but the fabric clings to her like it doesn’t want to let go of something so sexy and beautiful like I might have to fight with it—tear it off her later.
A few knocks hit my window. “Hey, are you guys going to order?” muffles a Sonic employee—a teenager on roller-skates with her strawberry blonde hair tucked under a Sonic baseball cap.
“Yeah,” I acknowledge, rolling down the window. Normally, I’d be pissed to have fingerprints on my clean glass and I might’ve yelled at the young girl, but I don’t want to show Lee any more behavior that might make her think I’m an asshole. “We haven’t made up our mind yet.”
“Okay. Push the button when you’re ready to order,” the teen sings pleasantly, her head swaying as she turns to skate away.
A painful grip lands on my shoulder. “Take me home,” grunts Lee.
I should be thrilled she’s ready to go, but she sounds stressed and I can still hear her belly talking. “We haven’t ordered yet.”
She’s still staring through the side view mirror. “Kevin, take me home. I want to go. Now.”
Lee’s head turns in my direction but her eyes bypass me to look straight out the rear window. I turn my head as well. Whatever has caught Lee’s attention is heating up the atmosphere inside my car but not in the way I would like—with windows fogging up from the steam of two meshed hot bodies.
Parked behind us is a small green hatchback. Peeping at Lee, I see she’s turned as green as the car, her pretty face in a frown. She doesn’t have to say a word.
“This is damned coincidence,” I smirk. “That’s him, isn’t it? In that car? Your ex.” It looks like he’s not alone.
Lee slides forward back into her seat without responding. Her body bends at the hip as her chest falls forward. She drops her head between her legs and wraps her arms around her thighs to hug herself. I can’t hear anything, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying.
I can’t believe this shit. If anybody’s head should be between those legs, it should be mine.
The green hatchback’s reverse lights flash through my rearview mirror. As the vehicle reverses, I start up my engine. I wait for the hatchback to pull out of the stall and as soon as its clear, I peel out in reverse.
Lee is screaming at the top of her lungs as I hit the brakes with a spin of the wheel and catch up to the hatchback, pulling right alongside the driver’s door.
Lee stops screaming when she realizes what I’ve done and who’s next to us. She’s trembling but smoothing her hair (fixing it?) as I roll down her window.
“Hey!” I yell to the driver. He looks like a punk. A young punk. His black hair is too greasy and I can’t understand how the kid, obviously way younger than me, could’ve ever been Lee’s boyfriend.
He rolls down his own window and I size up the girl in the front seat. “Can I help you?” he asks, yet to notice Lee. She’s slouching with her head down. I’m sure the only thing he can see is the crown of her head.
“Hey, man, I like your car.” I smile with a raise of my brows.
“Uh... thanks,” he grins confused.
I tap Lee on the shoulder. “Sit up.”
“No,” she grits her teeth.
“Sit up or I’m going to finger fuck your mouth in front of your ex right here.”
“Jesus.” She huffs as her spine comes erect. Reluctantly, she looks over to her ex-boyfriend and I’m not remotely surprised to see his jaw drop.
“You like my girl?” I shout through both windows.
“Lee?” He calls out. “Lee, is that you? Lee, what are you doing?” He tilts his head to peek past her and address me. “Hey, man. You can’t take Lee home. She’s not—”
“Fuck you!” Lee shouts at the top of her lungs and rolls up the window. “Take me home, Kevin. Please. I don’t want to go through this. You said you would take care of me tonight. That’s why I picked you.”
Tears are strolling down Lee’s face and I lift up her chin. “Technically, you didn’t pick me. I think I picked you.”
“Then take me home, Kevin. Right now. My body is yours—however you want it. I give it to you.” Lee grabs my hand and props it on her breast. “Take advantage of me. Please.”
I tip my head to look at the ex. I don’t know what the fuck he did to this girl but I guess I should thank him. There are times I feel bad when I have to cut ties with a chick after I fuck her so good but then leave her, essentially ruining her. But this girl—Lee? I’m not going to feel bad about anything. She’s already ruined.
I lean forward, crushing Lee’s lips with my mouth using plenty of tongue, drilling deep, as I hoist Lee’s breast up and knead. I’m kneading so hard her ass comes up off the seat.
Pulling my hand free of Lee’s chest, I give her ex a wink. His mouth is open. His face is in shock. I throw my car in drive, le
aving the ex behind to choke on the smoke of my exhaust. Lee keeps her eyes pinned on the rearview mirror as she massages her chest. I probably was a little rough, but I had to make it obvious that I’d claimed Lee and I think it was worth it. She watches the green hatchback get smaller as we drive away. I think she thinks it was worth it as well.
I rub the back of her head. “Lee, you’re with me tonight. You said you picked me, so I need you to forget about him. Okay?”
Lee wipes her eyes dry and she manages a grin, which turns into a frown. “Oh shit,” She’s whining. “Noooooo.”
Oh, fuck. “What now?”
“My eyelash fell off,” she blinks and holds the eyelash up to show me.
I laugh. I laugh so hard out of relief. I don’t think I could stand any more drama with this girl. From her missing friend to another jealous chick, to a near car crash, and a magically appearing ex-boyfriend, Lee is a lot of work and I figure this is the reason I don’t keep a girlfriend. I can’t imagine having to go through this shit. Every. Day.
Lee flips down the visor to check herself in the mirror. “How do I take the other lash off?”
I shake my head. I’m still laughing. “You mean you don’t know?”
“No.” Lee’s face turns from a frown to a pout and I press on the gas so we roll a bit faster.
I can’t wait to suck that pouting lower lip into my mouth. “Just leave it,” I tell her.
“No, it looks bad having only one eyelash.” She reaches to her eye with her fingers as she blinks incessantly and I’m afraid she might poke her eye out.
“I said leave it,” I repeat. “Don’t do that while the car is moving. I’ll take it off when we get to my place.”
She flips up the visor and sighs. “You know, this night was supposed to be about feeling sexy.”
I glance over. “You’re still sexy.” How can she not know?
She wiggles her nose. “I don’t feel sexy.”
I reach for her hand and pull her knuckles to my lips, planting a kiss. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel as good as you look.”
Lee entangles her fingers between mine and our hands fall entwined in my lap. “Delaney says you’re a bad boy, but I don’t believe that at all.”
“Bad boy?” I smirk. I’m not offended. It’s true. And I’ve been called worse.
“That’s what Delaney said but I don’t believe it. I think you’re a very beautiful man both inside and out.”
The pinch in my chest returns. The squeeze is so tight, I’m getting nauseous. I pick up Lee’s hand and put it back in her own lap.
“Kevin, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie and press the gas pedal further to the floor.
When we get to my apartment building, I park the car and we both get out. I find it strange that Lee doesn’t wait for me to open the door but I make it over to the passenger side in time to at least shut the door for her.
This girl really has no clue about the power she could have over some poor schmuck. A schmuck who’d do anything for her. And I can’t, for the life of me, understand why Lee’s boyfriend would cheat on her, much less, let her go. Either he was an idiot or he was a player all along.
A player like me.
I grab Lee’s hand to pull her along. We both rest silently in front of the elevators but Lee is still making a lot of noise. Her toes tap anxiously and the air moving in and out of her nose blows heavily.
Letting go of her hand, I wrap my arm around her waist to pull her against me, to offer reassurance that she doesn’t need to be nervous. But once the elevator doors open and I usher her inside, Lee is practically bouncing in and out of her stilettos—fidgeting.
I grip the back of her neck. “Don’t be nervous.”
She crosses her arms with a puff of air, still bouncing. “I’m not nervous.”
Gliding my hand down her back along her spine, I reach for her ass and cup the far cheek. Lee’s breath hitches as I slightly lift up the back of her dress.
Slipping my finger beneath the hem, I find smooth skin and my fingers wander across her ass, searching for her underwear until I realize, “Lee, you’re not wearing underwear?”
“Uh-uh,” she blinks. “I only brought cotton hip huggers from home and Delaney said those were a ‘no-go’ with this dress.”
My cock swells. Lee has been without underwear this whole time. I grab her by the back of the neck again. I’m about to push her into the wall and fuck her from behind but the damn elevator door opens to a short old man and his stupid dumb schnauzer.
“Oh, you kids are up late,” he says, entering and pauses to get a good look at Lee.
The man, dressed in a chenille mauve robe, has pale wrinkly skin and I’m sure he doesn’t stand a chance, but I’m still very irritated with the way he’s looking at Lee. I’m sure he’s checking her out. I move my hand to her back to push her through the doors.
“You kids have fun!” he yells and I put a finger over Lee’s lips before she can say anything back.
As Lee and I walk through the hall towards my door, she’s beginning to get self-conscious. “Did you get the feeling that old man was staring at me?”
I reach in my pocket for my keys. “Yes.”
“Do you think it was because I only have on one eyelash?”
I halt in front of my door and unlock it. “No.”
“Maybe it’s my makeup. You know, because I was crying. Is my mascara all the way down my cheeks?”
I push open the door, pulling Lee by the arm inside. “Yes.”
“It is? Well, that sucks. Should I freshen up for you, before we—”
“No,” I say, slamming the door behind us.
Grabbing Lee by the jaw, I plant my mouth on hers. I kiss her so hard, she’s whimpering through our lips and teeth. The pressure is so firm, my own lips feel like they’re bruising, but I don’t let up. I wrap my arms around her back to get more leverage and stick my tongue in her mouth.
My hand makes its way to her bottom and I hike up her dress to rub her bare ass. Her back arches. Her mouth escapes mine so she can breathe, but my lips find her neck and I kiss her until she is moaning.
Lee melts to lay dipped in my arms. My hand on her ass manages to come around to her front where I slide my hand up and down over her smooth slit. I keep my hand moving as her breasts heave against my chest. When the slightest slick of moisture hits my fingertip, I swirl my middle finger into her folds and search for her clit. Once I feel the swollen little nub land against the pads of my fingers, I rub.
“Oh God!” Lee cries, gripping my hair and pulling her chest up to my face.
I rub my cheek and nose over her perfect breast and nuzzle my face between the glorious globes. Her nipple pokes erect through the fabric of her dress and my mouth finds the tiny eraser. I tantalize her hardened nipple, bring the fabric and all, into my mouth and suck.
“Oh fuck.” Lee bucks in my arms.
“Fuck?” I slip my finger in her cunt. “Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Nnn, ye-yeah,” she pants as I slip a second finger in her and pump.
“I know you do, Lee.” I pull my fingers out and stand her upright, wrapping my arm around her neck to pull her face near flush with mine. “Look how wet you are for me, baby.” I put my soaking fingers wet from her own arousal in her mouth.
“Mmph,” Lee grunts, her eyes are so wide with surprise as I fuck her mouth with my pumping digits. I’m confident she’s never tasted herself before.
“Does that taste good, Lee? Are you going to let me have a taste, too?”
Pulling my fingers from Lee’s mouth, I grip the back of her head, twisting my fingers between her hair and walk her back as I kiss her. Her slick juices mingle with our combined spit and I’m so tempted to skip all the foreplay and fuck the living daylights out of her.
Once her legs find the couch, I push her to sit while I stay standing and I unbutton my shirt. As I pull off my top, Lee’s hands reach for my abs where her
delicate but greedy fingers rub across my front and up my torso.
My chest constricts. Damn that pinch! I pause, trying to breathe.
“What the matter?” Lee asks, keeping her hands moving deliciously, trailing to feel across my abs.
“Nothing, I just...” Lee’s eyes are so big again. My mind goes blank staring into such beauty. “I just...”
Lee’s hands fall away from my body and she cocks her head. “Are you looking at my eyelashes? I’m sorry I’m missing one.”
What? “No!” Oh gosh, this poor girl. She’s completely worried about something I can’t even see.
She slouches back, sinking into my sofa. “You’re looking at me in the same way that old man was looking at me.”
“Ah, Lee,” I sigh, coming onto my knees. “We look at you that way because you’re so beautiful.”
She swivels her head the other way but keeps her eyes suspiciously locked on me. “You’re only saying that because we’re about to have sex.”
“No, Lee. I’m telling you you’re beautiful because it’s true and I don’t give a shit if you’re wearing one damn eyelash or two.” Wrapping my hands under her thighs, I pull her towards me and spread her legs.
“What if I had no eyelashes?” she asks.
I lift the front of Lee’s dress to expose her shaved cunt. “You can have no hair or a full bush for all I care. I’ll fuck you either way.” I lower my head.
“Wait!”
Fuuuuck!
“What. Now.” I grit my teeth.
“I don’t have any condoms. I left them in my purse in Delaney’s car.”
I lean back and reach into my pocket. “I got it.”
Slipping my fingers through the pockets of my pants, I search for the condom I checked for earlier...
But it’s not there.
I dig into my other pockets and come up to standing. I can’t find the square packet anywhere. I pull out my wallet and search through the folds.
Nothing!
“Hold on,” I tell Lee and walk into my bedroom. Flipping on my lamp and opening the top drawer to my dresser chest, I pull out the Trojan box.
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