Pierce Me: Satisfied by the Bad Boy

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by Simone Sowood


  “Good, because that means I get to do it again during this week’s appointment.”

  She brushes past me, and marches up the stairs to my apartment.

  “Where you going? We have to leave now, it’s an hour drive.”

  “I was going to change my clothes.”

  “No way. You take your clothes off and I’m fucking you. We’ll never make it to the lake house.”

  “We can go in the morning,” she says, not stopping her climb of the stairs.

  “We’re going tonight because that gives us one full day there. And we can come back late on Memorial Day, so we’ll have plenty of time for fun while we’re there.”

  “But I’m really excited right now. I want to feel you in me.”

  “You’re not making this easy. Now get in the truck. Trust me, it’s worth it. Don’t make me come up there and throw you over my shoulder.”

  Eloise pauses, and her shoulders shudder before she takes off running up the steps. I sigh and run after her before she has the chance to strip off her clothes.

  I catch her at the bedroom doorway and grab her by the hips. Yanking her back, I spin her around and toss her over my shoulder. She squeals and I smack her ass. She squeals again, kicking her legs.

  Laying my arm over her thighs, I grip her tightly and go back down the stairs and out the door. Pulling it shut, I lock it while she squirms. I carry her to my truck but don’t release her until the door is open. I set her onto the seat.

  “Put your seatbelt on,” I say as I shut the door.

  Good thing we packed last night and I’ve already loaded the truck. Not that she’ll need anything other than her toothbrush.

  “I wish you’d been there,” she says as I pull the truck onto the road. “Why didn’t you come?”

  “I didn’t want to.” How can I possibly be in the same room as her family?

  “Well, you’re coming next weekend, Sophie’s already told my parents.”

  “I don’t care what she told them.”

  “It’ll be fun, you can play pool with my dad.”

  “No.”

  I shift in my seat. The song on the radio’s really annoying me. It’s some pop shit on some shit pop station I let Eloise put on. Hitting my number one preset, I switch the radio to WCMF and hope for some Led Zeppelin.

  “My family’s really close, and they’re very important to me. I don’t understand why you won’t come for dinner.”

  “Because I don’t want to.”

  “But they’re a huge part of my life. I don’t see how we can have a real relationship if you don’t know them.”

  My lungs are heavy, and the noise of my breathing seems louder than AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” coming through the speakers.

  I glance at Eloise. She’s all I want. If the price is dealing with her family, then I’m going to have to suck it up and deal with them. I can handle that, I’m going to have to.

  “Still wet?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “I don’t know. Are you coming for dinner?”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “Is that the best you’re going to give me?”

  “I really hate these bucket seats. Why didn’t I get a bench seat so you could snuggle up against me? I’d really like to feel your body against mine right now.”

  “You’re the one who made us leave in a hurry.”

  “You’ll love my lake house. It’ll be worth it.”

  “So you keep saying. I don’t see why we couldn’t leave an hour later.”

  “Patience.” I say as much to myself as to Eloise. “Hey, I forgot to tell you. I got the letter from the clinic showing I’m clean. It’s in the glovebox.”

  “Oh no, all this stuff with Marcy made me forget to get tested.”

  “I don’t care, you’re such a good girl that I’m not worried. I’m more interested in feeling your skin against mine.”

  When she got back from her parents’ dinner, I was focused on getting on the road when she got home and wanted some. But now that I’m in the confined space with her and realize what I’ll do for her, I have an overwhelming urge to fuck her.

  “Ugh, I don’t want to be patient. I’ve been sitting in wet panties since I left my parents’ house. Just thinking about you makes me crazy, and now you’re making them even wetter.”

  “It’s not good sitting in wet panties. It’s uncomfortable. You should take them off.”

  Eloise undoes her seatbelt and starts to wiggle out of her jeans. I can’t fucking believe she’s doing this.

  “Holy shit, are you actually taking your clothes off?”

  “I am.”

  “Were you like this with your other boyfriends?”

  “God no, you kidding me? I don’t know why you make me act the way I do.”

  “Seems like I’m doing a good job of corrupting you.”

  “You are.”

  My good girl, Eloise, is becoming my bad girl. My dick stiffens. Especially because I know she’s only bad for me.

  She kicks off her jeans and slips off her panties.

  “See how wet you make me?” she says, and drops her panties on my lap.

  Taking my eyes off the highway momentarily, I look at Eloise as she sits bare assed on my seat. Her legs are slightly parted, and I put my hand on her knee and spread them further.

  “You’re a temptress.”

  “Aren’t you going to feel how wet my panties are? I hear men pay good money for panties that have been worn.” Her voice is sultry, and lures me into picking up her panties. The dampness immediately seeps into my hand.

  “What am I supposed to do with these?”

  “I don’t know.” Eloise pauses in thought. “Maybe smell them.”

  I lift them to my nose and inhale. Her sweet smell fills me, and all the blood in my head rushes to my cock.

  “They’re good, but I’d rather taste you.”

  Eloise laughs. She moves one knee to the door, and puts the foot closest to me onto the seat. In one quick movement, she pushes her fingers into her entrance, takes them out and leans across to me, and shoves her fingers into my mouth.

  Her taste makes my dick so hard, I have to undo my jeans. I suck every last morsel of her taste from her fingers.

  The seatbelt alarm dings and she pulls her hand away to do up her seat belt.

  “Have you been able to make yourself come since you met me?” I glance over at her, and her cheeks flush. She might be acting badly, but she’s still my good girl.

  “I haven’t tried.”

  “Do it now.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, go on. Touch yourself.”

  “We’re on the road.”

  “You’re sitting there half naked. You’re as wet as High Falls. And you know you want to do it. You want to sit there and taunt me as I drive. Otherwise you wouldn’t have taken off your panties in the first place.”

  “Like this?”

  I look over. Eloise slinks her body down the seat and props her feet apart on the dashboard. She lets her knees flop out, one rests against the door, the other hovers in front of the radio. She turns her head and fixes her eyes on my face.

  Moving my eyes between her and the road, I watch as she runs her fingers through her lips and dances them around her clit.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you come.”

  Eloise

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. Maybe I’m not that different from Sophie after all. At least when I’m with Gabe.

  The lust in his eyes as he shifts his gaze between me and the road spurs me on. He’s already undone his pants, and his purple head is poking up from his boxers.

  The sight of it sends a whole new rush of heat between my legs. I’ve never let anyone watch me do this before, and certainly not in a moving vehicle on the highway. But now my body is buzzing and burning, and I wonder why I haven’t done something like this sooner.

  I circle the finger of my right hand over my clit. With my left hand, I p
ump two of my fingers in my slick entrance. As much as I’m stimulating myself, my real excitement is from having Gabe watch me.

  At least as much as he can while driving on the highway.

  “Let me taste you again,” Gabe says.

  I slowly take my fingers out of my wet entrance, lean across and slip them between Gabe’s lips. His tongue folds around my fingers, and he sucks gently.

  “You like that?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

  “Keep it up, baby, you’re doing great. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good you’re making yourself feel.”

  I start whimpering and moaning, my noises filling the cab of the truck. Gabe turns the radio down, and my noises seem even louder.

  “Fuck, yeah, now tug on your clit the way I do. Pull it like I’m sucking it.”

  His words coat my skin in tingles. I follow his orders, and use my fingers to mimic his lips.

  The feelings are intense, and every bit of me hums, inside and out. I lean my head back against the seat and look up at the ceiling.

  “I fucking love when you’re my dirty little girl. Do you like being mine, Jewel?”

  His words push me to the brink, and I squeal.

  “I knew it. I knew there was a bad girl in you. Look what you’re doing to me.”

  As best as I can, I look at Gabe through the haze of the edge of my orgasm. His hand is wrapped around his hard dick, and he’s stroking himself as he drives.

  My eyes fixate on the tip of his cock, and my mouth fills with saliva. I want to taste him the way he tasted me, but it’s not physically possible in this truck.

  “I’m going to fuck you the second we get there. Do you want it hard or gentle, baby? Whatever you want, that’s how I’m going to fuck you.”

  My shoulders shudder as I remember the way he took me at my work. I loved the way his balls slapped against my lips, stimulating my clit. And right now I’m enjoying being his dirty girl.

  “Hard,” I say, my voice high-pitched and breathy.

  “Of course you do. You want me to rip you from your seat, and fuck you right there against the truck.”

  “Yes,” I say, pumping my fingers faster.

  “You want me to throw you on the grass, ram my cock into you, and fuck you until you’re raw.”

  “Yes, yes.” My voice is getting higher and higher.

  “Let go, let me hear you come right now. Go on, baby. You call my name, and it’ll make me come right here, right now.”

  I pump my fingers as fast as I can but get more and more frustrated.

  “I can’t do it.”

  “Sure you can. Listen to you, you’re ready to blow.”

  “I can’t,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”

  Gabe rummages in the compartment of his door.

  “Close your eyes,” he orders.

  “Okay,” I say, and do as he says.

  “Move your hand.” I move both of my hands away. “Now, keep your eyes closed, take this, and pretend it’s my dick. Go on, I want to hear you come. Now.”

  He shoves something into my entrance. I don’t know what it is, but it’s round and long, like a vibrator. My walls immediately spasm around it. I quickly flick my clit.

  “Gabe!” I scream, the sound echoes around the cab, deafening us.

  I don’t care.

  My body erupts in a tidal wave of tingles.

  “Look at me, Jewel.”

  I open my eyes and look at Gabe just in time to see his dick spurt. He takes his hand off the wheel to contain it. Most of it deflects, and lands on his jeans.

  The sight is enough to send another tidal wave ripping through me.

  As waves wash over me, a police siren sounds.

  “Shit,” Gabe says, shoving his dick into his underwear.

  He signals, and wipes his hand on his jeans but ends up stickier than before. He wipes it on his shirt. White streaks cover his jeans and shirt. I pull the thing he’d handed me from my pussy. It’s a screwdriver, but I don’t have time to be freaked out about it.

  “Oh my God, what do I do?” I say, the words spewing from my mouth as I look helplessly at my jeans at my feet. There’s no way I can get them back on in time.

  “Just lay your jeans across your lap and act cool.”

  My heart feels like it’s beating straight through my ribs. I pick up the jeans, straighten myself and drape the jeans over me as respectably as possible.

  The truck comes to a stop at the side of the road, and Gabe opens his window.

  A State Trooper appears, and my body blazes redder than at any other time in my life. I’ve never even been pulled over for a speeding ticket before. And now I’m sitting here with no bottoms on.

  “License and registration.” His voice is harsh.

  “Hey, Trevor, how’s it going?” Gabe says.

  How the hell does he know a State Trooper?

  “Oh shit, Gabe, I didn’t realize it was you.”

  “No worries, man. What’s up? Was I speeding?”

  “No, you were driving erratically. Have you been drinking?”

  “Not a drop. My girlfriend’s been distracting me,” Gabe says, and chuckles.

  The State Trooper eyes me, and I shrivel in my seat.

  “Everything okay here, ma’am?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say as loudly as I can. My voice is a whisper.

  He runs his eyes over my bare legs, and the pair of jeans I’d hastily tucked around my hips and upper thighs. His eyes carry on to Gabe and he smirks when he sees the white.

  “I’m going to let you off with a verbal warning, but next time you’re in the mood you need to pull off the road and find yourself some place private.”

  “Absolutely,” Gabe says.

  “Don’t think you’ve heard the end of this. I am going to make sure everyone knows how I caught you,” he says, and laughs. “This is fucking hilarious.”

  “Don’t get too funny, you want me to have a steady hand when I’m working on your sleeve.”

  The Trooper laughs, and says, “Some things are worth it. Now get out of here, I have to get back to work.”

  He pats the truck twice and walks away.

  “That was lucky,” Gabe says.

  “How do you know him?”

  “He’s a client. I’ve already given him one armful of tattoos, now I’m working on the second.”

  “I was so scared. I’ve never been pulled over before. We’re lucky you knew him.”

  Gabe’s laugh fills the truck. It seems louder than my earlier cries of ecstasy. I purse my lips, and breathe heavily out of my nose.

  Fixing my eyes out of the window, I replay our drive. How did I convince him to do those things?

  I shift my weight, and my foot kicks the screwdriver he’d inserted into me. Never in my life did I ever think I’d let anyone put something like that in me.

  “Don’t be mad, baby,” Gabe says, and rubs my knee.

  “Why did we do those things?”

  “Because it felt good.”

  “It was crazy and irresponsible.”

  As the words leave my mouth, I think of Sophie. What would she think right now? She’d probably laugh, and tell me to sell the screwdriver online for some extra cash.

  Thinking about Sophie makes my mind wander to my parents, and I realize Gabe didn’t say he’d come for dinner next weekend.

  “You’re coming for dinner at my parents’, right?”

  “I told you, I’ll think about it. This is a great song,” Gabe says and cranks up the volume. I don’t know what it is, maybe Metallica, I’m not sure.

  I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to come for dinner. My parents are super nice, they’d make him feel welcome.

  Gabe

  I pull the truck into the driveway. Behind the house, the sun flickers off Lake Ontario.

  The house itself seems smaller today. Its white siding is not as grand as I normally remember it. I suddenly wish my great-grandfather had built a two-story brick house inst
ead of the two bedroom single-story house.

  “Is this it? I love it. The wrap-around porch is amazing,” Eloise says, and my shoulders ease.

  Once she calmed down about being pulled over, she was able to joke around about it. She even forgave me for the screwdriver.

  For the rest of the drive, we laughed and joked, and every passing minute made me love her more and more.

  I hop out of the truck and hurry around to her side.

  “Welcome to my house,” I say as I open her door.

  Eloise undoes her seatbelt, and I scoop her into my arms.

  “What happened to throwing me on the grass?” she asks.

  “Changed my mind.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck, her bare ass hanging between my arms. I carry her up to the porch and unlock the door.

  “Why’d you change your mind?”

  “I want to take my time with you.”

  Flinging open the door, we’re hit with the strong smell of pine. Over the past two years, I’ve done everything to get rid of the musty smell and I’m relieved the pine has finally done the trick.

  “This place is nice. It has actual furniture. And pictures on the wall. And stuff. It’s not like your apartment at all.”

  “I’ll show you the rest later,” I say, and carry her straight through to the bedroom.

  I set her on her feet but hold tight to her arms. Cupping the back of her head, I brush my cheek against hers.

  “I’ll go to the dinner with you. I’d do anything for you.”

  There’s no way she understands the intense way she makes me feel. In the car, she showed me that she’d do anything for me, and I realized that I’d do anything for her. It seems like nothing could ever matter except the two of us. If her family is the price I have to pay to be with her, then I’ll pay it.

  Eloise jumps with excitement, a smile beams across her beautiful face.

  “Thank you,” she squeals and jumps up again, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

  Squeezing her tight, I throw us both onto the small double bed. She laughs, and somehow it sounds sweeter than before.

  I roll on top of her, scoop my arms around her and close my mouth over hers. My dick hardens, but I don’t want to take my hands from her to take off my jeans.

 

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