Backseat With The Billionaire

by Lilah May

  “Don’t worry, Ms. Howard. I’ll be civil.” He whispers into my ear, reading my mind. “But I would kill him if you let me. No one would know what happened to him in these woods.” I can’t tell if he’s serious or not.

  When we step out of the car, another surprise is waiting. A bubbly, skinny, busty, little college surprise: Ariana.

  “Are you fucking kidding me, Donald?” Rob has never been one to hold back and says what everyone wants to say.

  “What?” Donald holds his hands up, feigning innocence. “Aren’t you guys coming to the engagement party? We all need to get to know each other, anyway. This is the perfect opportunity.”

  “Hi, Ms. Howard! I’ve always wanted to meet you!” An exclamation mark hangs off every sentence. Ariana runs over and hugs me, my curvier body eclipsing her tight little one. She giggles. “Wait a minute, I’m going to be a Ms. Howard, too! We’re gonna be like sisters!”

  That’s it. I’m changing my name back as soon as we get back.

  Everyone else can’t cringe hard enough.

  “Hey Bobby! I thought I’d see you here!” She jumps on him, too.

  “Oh, you guys know each other from college?”

  “Know each other? We basically dated!”

  “You what!?” Everyone else’s heads turn at my exclamation. But then I remember I shouldn’t be so upset over the fact. Mild surprise. Mild surprise. “You what?”

  “She’s just joking. We never dated.” Bobby shuffles her along, away from me and my incredulity.

  Suddenly, Donald’s words from that night are filling my head, word he didn’t even say. I didn’t know anything about Bobby. Who is he? What had he been doing all these years? He had secrets, things he isn’t telling me and I’m not going to let him get away with this. I won’t forget to question him later.

  “I’m starving.” Patty tries to change the subject. Rob picks up on it.

  “Well, since we’re in the woods … It’s the men’s time to shine. Fire and meat. That’s our forte.” Rob gathers up Donald and Bobby. “Oh and ladies, there’s a lot of mosquitos here so you should probably change,” Rob warns us before leading Donald away. Rob’s definitely going to give Donald a harsh talking to, because they start setting up pretty far away from the cars.

  “Don’t worry, we won’t peek.” Donald calls over his shoulder, oblivious as always. Coming from him, the joke sounds like a perverted promise to do the opposite.

  I look around and find that Patty and Ariana are already in something suitable for camping. Even Ariana has long pants on. I mentally smack myself for the second time for wearing the dress.

  “Mosquitos don’t like the taste of my blood.” Ava says nonchalantly. Some people are blessed. Mosquitos drink me like I’m candy soda.

  “Oh my god, me too! We’ve got so much in common!” She’s jumping in her overeager excitement over such a superficial connection. “We’re like sisters! Oh wait, no I’m your mother! But don’t worry, I won’t make you call me mommy.”

  “Like hell I would. Even if you killed me and turned me into a ventriloquist doll, I would never call you anything but Mrs. Slut.” Ava murmurs under her breath which I pretend I don’t hear. I couldn’t very well lecture her about treating Ariana nicely when all it took all my self-control to stop myself from slapping her in the face.

  Those pudgy chipmunk cheeks just beg for it. Or maybe it’s just the way she jubilantly tries to cover up the fact that she fucked my husband with her over exaggerated joy. Or maybe she’s just like that all the time, which somehow makes it ten times worse.

  “What about you, Lisa? Can I call you Lisa? Do mosquitos bite you a lot, Lisa?” She doesn’t even wait for me to answer, granting herself permission to call me Lisa.

  “Rob’s right.” I ignore her. I need to change, desperately. The way Bobby had been teasing me in the car, I don’t know if I stink more of sweat or sex. Probably both. Although, Bobby didn’t seem to mind my smell in the car, the way he drank in my scent, the way it made him so horny he couldn’t control himself. I did that to him. It made my pussy tingle and my face burn red. I look away, hoping no one can see how weak he makes me. “This dress is super sweaty anyways.”

  “I’m sure it is.” Patty says and I whip my head back around to find Patty smirking. Does she suspect something? I grab my bag of clothes from the car and rush into the nearby woods, mainly to change but also to avoid any further conversation with her.

  I’m going to have to tell her eventually. But it doesn’t have to be now. I shove the thought to the back of my mind, putting off the inevitable torture of telling my best friend that I want to have sex with her son. Ughhh…wrapping my head around the idea has even me cringing, what would Patty think of it?

  Finally, I get far enough away that I don’t hear Arian’s incessant whine anymore. The way she goes on and on in that high pitched wail of hers reminds me of another incessantly whiny person: Donald. They really are perfect for each other.

  I slip off the dress, reveling in the gentle breeze that brings much needed cooling to my still overheated body. Bobby seems to have that kind of effect on my body, an everlasting effect. I could feel the dampness of my panties. I definitely have to change that, too.

  I slide them off, a sticky string of my juices clinging to the fabric. What a mess he made of me, of my body. Somehow he builds me up mentally, giving me the strength to fight off Donald. But physically, every ounce of willpower crumbles in his wake.

  Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around my naked waist before strong hands slide up my belly to grope my tits. Before I can scream, a rough palm closes around my mouth.

  “Calm down, it’s just me.” Bobby’s reassuring voice fills my body with relief and I relax, leaning backwards against his wide chest. I notice his shirt is off when my bare skin melts into his, his searing heat flowing directly into me.

  I know I’ve been half naked with him before, but something about having not one strip of clothing on me makes me feel vulnerable. Not in a bad way because it only made every single touch of his make me tremble.

  But then Ariana comes to mind and I wonder if there should be so many questions if this is truly love. All I’ve had are doubts and questions since this passionate albeit shaky relationship began.

  Before his desire can consume me, weakly whimper a name I don’t want between us, “Ariana?” He freezes and the questions race through my head. How close had they actually been? Had there really been something between them? Did he lie to me?

  The last one sticks in my head.

  His silence gives me confidence and this time I ask him in a full sentence, “Did you have sex with her?”

  His pause is so pregnant that I think it might give birth to another pause. Just as I think he’s not going to answer or even worse, a non-answer, he leans down and growls, “No. I never fucked Ariana.”

  Relief floods my body and without a second to waste, his hands are on me, groping my heaving tits, squeezing them, the supple flesh spilling through between his fingers. His crude caress makes me shudder, his strength assaults my softness. His touch claims my breasts for him, and only him.

  His calloused fingers are rough against the sensitive skin of my ample mounds, his palms rubbing against my hardening nipples. His hands maul at my breasts as if he can’t get enough of them. Without warning, he pinches my knotted nipples and pulls them, stretching the pliant flesh outwards.

  The sensation sends sweet tendrils of pain and pleasure shooting through me. I squirm in his arms and my back arches, pressing my hips against his bulging cock, the heat searing my ass. I’m in the firm clutches of orgasm again, just from his hands manipulating my hard buds.

  He knew exactly how to please me and my body is his, for him to do as he wishes. I turn around and find his muscles rippling, straining to hold himself back. He wants to take me. Violently. Press me up against the tree, not caring if my bare breasts would scrape against the rough bark.

  When I see how hard he is for me, how much co
ntrol it took for him to stop from pushing me down and forcing that thick cock into me, I lose control myself. I can’t say I can’t anymore. I couldn’t deny myself from tasting his body again. I’m addicted and I’ll never get enough.

  Without a word, I kneel down and just like he worships me, I worship him, finally submitting to what I’ve been fighting all along. He knows exactly what I want to do and he takes my head, shoving it towards his cock. My lips part as if they want to be wrapped around him, and my mouth spreads wide open, taking the head of his cock between my lips.

  It takes me a moment to realize I’m blowing him, my mouth around that huge cock of his that I fantasized so much about. It takes all my effort to keep my mouth slack so my teeth don’t scrape his immense width. All of it should be painful or at least extremely uncomfortable.

  But it’s not. Not when I look up at him and he’s looking at me, absorbed, entranced by the sight of his cock pumping in and out of my willing mouth.

  All of it disappears when I think of Bobby’s cock between my lips, when I hear his short gasps for air from the overwhelming sensation of my wet mouth, my tongue brushing the underside of his soft tip.

  With both hands on my head, he pushes it down further and further. I can’t take anymore. It won’t go any further! But inch by inch, he keeps going, inserting over half his length until the mushroom head blocks the back of my throat. I gag, trying to pull back, but his firm grip holds me steady. And slowly, he pushes my head down harder, forcing his cock past the obstruction, ramming the tip into the soft fleshy back of my throat. My head is going blank, I can’t think of anything but his hard shaft driving deeper into my mouth. It slips past the initial resistance and once my throat is relaxed and open, he jams the entire length down it.

  He’s using me, my mouth, for his relief. He wants me, he craves me. I make him so desperate. And now he’s taking me. He’s claiming me. All thought of our history as neighbors or our age difference vanishes. He can’t hold himself back.

  I love how I’m making him squirm in his seat, the way I could claim my own control over him. I can hear him groaning, feel his legs tightening under my clawing hands, my hair being pulled as he grips my head tighter. Inside my mouth, his thickness throbs, twitching and I know the tightness of my throat is coaxing the sperm from deep within his balls.

  And I want it. I want more of his cum. I encourage him with my tongue, sliding it this way and that along the underside. I let myself gag again, squeezing my throat around his twitching cock and it starts to pulse, expanding in my mouth. Suddenly, I can feel a gush of hot fluid run down my throat, like a fountain, and his cum doesn’t stop spraying.

  His fingers yank at my hair as his need to orgasm overcomes him and he becomes rougher and rougher with me. All it does is make my body wriggle and I whine into his cock. He pushes my head, ramming his pulsing cock into my tight throat all the way down to the base, his abdomen scratching against my nose.

  I feel his balls contract as the heat from his splashing cum trails down my throat, searing a pathway all the way to my stomach as thick rope after rope sprays out. I can’t help but take a hand to my dripping pussy and as soon as I touch it, I start to convulse, his hot throbbing cock still jammed all the way down my throat.

  My body tenses as that hot ball of cum in my belly transforms into a hot ball of pleasure that spreads outwards. My throat tightens around his shaft again, drawing out another groan from him. As he finally lets go of my head and lets me pull my head back, the sensation of his thick cock sliding out of my throat, releasing the stretched walls, makes for the perfect aftershock, and my body’s overcome with even more tremors.

  The taste of his cum rises from my throat and into my mouth. It’s saltier than his pre-ejaculate, but it still tastes exquisite. I can’t get enough and I take his still hard member and milk it, squeezing out every last drop. Wrapping my lips around the head and flicking my tongue against his slit as the last of his cum pours out, I slurp up everything he has greedily.

  He watches me change just like he did that first night, but also completely opposite of that night. The possessive way he looks at me, my body, doesn’t seem so cold and savage as it did in the back of the grocery. It’s protective, making me tingle with warmth.

  When I’m done, he slides something cold and metal into my hands. I look down and I find a knife. Surprised, I almost drop it, the curved edge of the blade looking so cruel. The only weapon that we kept in our house had been that baseball bat.

  “What’s this for? I don’t need this.”

  “If I can sneak up on you, Donald can to. I don’t trust that slimy piece of shit even after what you did to him. So keep this on you while you’re here. For me. Please.” I don’t think I remember him asking me for anything since we met again. And the first time he does, he does so for my sake.

  I want to protest, but one look at his eyes and I know he won’t give an inch. A glint of danger has seeped back into his possessive gaze. I slip it into my belt loop, and I kind of like how it looks hanging from my waist. Badass. Just like how I should be.

  CHAPTER 35

  LISA

  “Well, what should us girls do? Girl talk? Compare sex stories? Talk about pussy hygiene?” Ariana bounces up and down, clapping her hands like a schoolgirl. She is a schoolgirl. Patty rolls her eyes and mocks shooting a gun into her head.

  “Actually, there are some really tasty berries over there. Go start picking them and I’ll find a basket for us to put them in.”

  “OK! Sounds fun! We’re like the women gatherers and the men are the hunters. It’s like we really are in the wild! Let’s go Ava! I’ll tell you all about sex!” She takes Ava’s hand and skips, literally skips over to the bushes. And actually starts picking. Patty sinks into a lawn chair with a sigh of relief.

  “If she said one more word, I was going to hit her over the head with a piece of firewood.”

  “Aren’t we going over there to help her?”

  “Fuck that. Do you want to?” I laugh.

  “Not really, no.” I sit down next to her. “Hey, Patty. I wanted to talk to you about Bobby.” Somehow, Patty gives me a knowing look. Nothing passes her by.

  “Bobby’s no good.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Something’s wrong with the kid. He doesn’t look at women like the rest of the men do.”

  “But we’ve already—”

  “Fucked around? Yea, I know. But don’t get too attached, cause he definitely doesn’t.”

  “Wait, you know?”

  “Of course, I know. I knew since you guys first fucked in the grocery store. And I told Rob as soon as I got home so he knows, too.”

  “Rob knows?” My face is flush with heat.

  “Yup. And don’t think we didn’t notice that funny business in the car. Did you really think you could get away with that? That smell of sex was so stanky we had to open the windows. Good thing Ava didn’t notice.” My face is now burning.

  “He’s just so … demanding and, uh, kinky.”

  “Don’t I know it. That boy’s been a sexual fiend ever since he was young. He goes through women like we go through toilet paper. I don’t think he treats them that much better either. All that boy wants is sex. Love isn’t a factor. In fact, once love does become a factor, he quits.”

  “He’s treated me well, though. Took me out to fancy places.” I don’t tell her that he told me he loves me. It doesn’t matter. Maybe he didn’t mean it.

  “Look. Everything he does with women is a game. He finds a girl, does whatever it takes to make her his, and once he conquers them, the game is over and he’s finished with them. Dates, gifts, emotional stuff, that’s all just weapons for him to win his game. He’s a manipulator, a player, of the top-most level. You should see some of the girls he brings home. Mmm-mmm. Even I get horny. And the harder the prey, the more fun he has. He loves picking the hardest target.” Am I the hardest target? The married woman next door? I did refuse him so many times and all that
did was make him come at me harder. Am I just one of his conquests?

  “Oh. I didn’t know. I guess I shouldn’t get too involved with him.”

  “Look, Rob and I have no problem with you guys together. In fact, we’d love it. But I don’t think that boy knows how to love.” Wow, coming from his own mother. I can’t help but think it’s a little harsh.

  But if she’s right, then Donald’s right, which pains me to say. Bobby sent those pictures. It had all been a game to him and I had almost fallen for his tricks. Just like I did with Donald.

  But I can’t jump to conclusions yet. Even if every single sign pointed to Bobby betraying my trust, I still had to have faith that everything that I saw in him is real. That the boy I love couldn’t do such a heartless thing to me.

  I’ll wait till we’re alone and ask him. He’ll tell me the truth. He wouldn’t lie to me, would he?

  “Hey! Aren’t you going to help us?” Ariana calls from the bushes, already frustrated with the menial labor.

  “I guess we gotta go bring ‘em a bucket,” I say.

  “Hey, mom! Can I talk to you for a second?” Bobby is standing over us, and for the first time, he looks kind of shy and won’t meet my eye. Is Patty right? Could he really have been just using me?

  “Good luck with the princess!” Patty pushes me toward my eventual demise. As soon as I go over to the bushes, Ava gets up.

  “Great, my fingers are stained, now. Do I look like some migrant worker? Fuck this. I’m done.”

  “Ava! Language!” I admonish her, not that she listens.

  “What? This bitch gets to say it and she’s like three years older than me.”

  “Don’t call her that, no matter how much you don’t like her.”

  “It’s OK, Ms. Howard. It’s a term of endearment, right Ava?”

  “Sure, bitch. Bye, bitch.” Ava goes over to the men, probably more comfortable there than here. I’d rather be there, too.