by D Scott
His smirk drops. “Fuck it — fine. Whatever.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk at him.
I reach around to my backpack and pull out a thermos before handing to him. There’s a compartment in the bottom of it that holds the money — it’s something my brothers gave me and only we know where the compartment is. Deionte lifts his brow but I just jerk my chin at the thermos, letting him know this is it. He starts to open it but I stop him by clearing my throat and tilting my head towards the school.
“My brothers know how much is in it already. So if that exact amount isn’t there when you give this to them, they’ll know you tried to take from them and you don’t want that.”
His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. “You threatening me?”
I shrug. “Of course not, I’m stating a fact.” I take a step closer. “And now I’m going to make you a promise. You try to dip into my brothers’ money and they’ll come for it. And for your sake, you better hope it’s them — not me. Because I’ll show you less mercy than the two of them combined.”
I smile — so as not to alert anyone nearby to our conversation — and to let the magnitude of my words hit home with him. But I can feel Gavin glaring a hole through my body to Deionte and I know I need to wrap this up.
“I’ve gotta go, but thanks for your help.” I pat him on the shoulder. He’s tall —not nearly as tall as Gavin — but I still have to reach up a good distance. “And don’t forget what I told you.” I give him a wink before turning around back to the direction I was previously headed. I walk slowly though, giving Deionte time to walk away so he hopefully doesn’t see me with Gavin.
I’m not as worried about it as I probably should be though, and I’m blaming it on the fact that I’ve already fallen so hard for the deputy. It’s making me forget how bad things will probably be if word gets back to my brothers, but honestly, I can’t bring myself to care. Instead my only focus is the tall blonde-haired green-eyed off-duty deputy leaning up against his truck. I stare at him as he glares over my shoulder, at Deionte, most likely. When his eyes shift to mine I can see that he’s livid but I just mentally shrug it off.
I have to do what I have to do.
Besides, he might be pissed, but I’m extremely turned on. He looks so hot standing there all angry leaning against his mean looking truck — it’s a matte black raptor with black rims and I have idea how I didn’t see it sitting in his garage. It’s huge.
Gavin tilts his head at my slow approach, studying me — my body language. I bite my lip and I’m pretty sure he gets the picture, judging from the heat that enters his emerald green eyes. Suddenly my whole body aches and I’m aware of every little nuance. I’m no longer in my control as my body moves for on it’s own accord — like the extra bounce of my breasts and the added sway in my hips — all for the deputy’s benefit. I feel wetness deep into my panties and I won’t even try to describe the need I feel inside. It’s like I’m incomplete without him, and having him on me and in me is the only way I can feel whole.
How have I become this needy for him so fast?
Before I can mentally answer my own question I’m being snatched and pinned against Gavin’s pick up. I can’t even yelp because his tongue is suddenly in my mouth and his lips are pressed to mine. Then in the blink of an eye the kiss is done and Gavin is lifting me into his massive truck. He slams the door as I buckle myself in, waiting for him to get around to his side, then he climbs in and slams his door without a word.
Dang, I guess he’s still pissed.
He cranks the truck and heads out of the school parking lot. We’re both silent as he drives, and I can feel him fuming from where I sit, which is why I don’t ask him where we’re going. I’m not trying to poke the bear and get my head ripped off — figuratively speaking. Maybe.
I distract myself with looking out the window, trying to figure it out where we’re headed. He grabs my leg — making me jump a little — then parts my legs slightly and slides his hand up on my thigh. The hem of my new tshirt dress rides up as his hand moves so high on my thigh my panties are visible and his fingers brush against my center. I whimper as he starts rubbing my slit teasingly with his fingers. The need for more contact has me squirming in my seat, trying to get his fingers to slide underneath the lace material, but it’s no use.
I lose all curiosity about our destination as my concentration shifts to the ache between my thighs. For now I can’t do anything more than sit here and wiggle against Gavin’s fingers — but in the back of my mind I want to get some of my own back. He may be pissed but if he can touch me freely then I can do the same to him. I reach over and lay my hand right on his hard on. I follow the length of him, rubbing gently, and smiling when I feel it jerk. I keep toying with him, not realizing that we’ve abandoned the main road for a neglected dirt path that’s covered by overgrown greenery.
I’m distracted by squeezing his cock when I feel the truck park in a tree covered spot. It takes me a moment to catch on, then I throw my seatbelt off and climb into Gavin’s lap. I straddle him and he wraps an arm around my waist tugging my flush to his body. My pussy seeks out his hard length to grind against as he slams his lips down onto mine. His tongue doesn’t seek permission but rather pushes its way into my mouth, making me moan.
I love kissing Gavin.
He’s so strong, and every time our mouths come together I can feel how much he wants me. And when I grind on his erection while we kiss, it’s even better. He groans as I ride back and forth on him while our mouths continue to devour one another. Then I whimper when I feel Gavin’s free hand jerk my dress up and give my ass a rough squeeze. He uses his hold to guide my movements on him and the pleasure of it has me on the verge of an orgasm.
When his hand pulls back and delivers a hard slap on my ass, I fall over the edge. I cry out into Gavin’s mouth as my body speeds up on its own accord, grind on him feverishly. He kisses me through my climax, and when I’ve calmed down enough to rejoin reality, Gavin delivers another slap to my ass. Hard. I squeal, and try to wiggle free but he does it again.
“Eek! Hey!” I frown.
I try to pull back and twist away but his arm around my waist won’t budge. He slaps my ass one more time before twisting and putting me on my back. I glare at him as he wrenches my legs open wider and shoves my dress up to my waist. I try to sit up but a hand on my shoulder has me falling back on the bench seat. In the next second his other hand is landing a spank between my spread legs.
“Arggh Gavin!”
He does it again. “Gavin!”
Then again — the sting starting to morph into a heat that makes me more wet.
“Saw the way he was looking at you, little misfit. Eyeing you up and down, and staring at your ass as you walked away.”
Another slap. “Also saw you pat him on the shoulder like your ass isn’t taken.”
He wrenches the crotch of my underwear to the side before delivering another one — lower this time so that his fingers connect with my slit.
“Ungh! Baby!”
“And I know you were talking to him about some shit that has to do with you getting locked up.” Slap.
“Look I had to take care of something.” I don’t mean for my tone to be so sassy but I’m wet for him and he just keeps spanking me.
He slaps my pussy again before cupping me there and holding the heat in.
Oh shit.
I whimper.
“Watch the tone, little misfit. I’m already pissed the fuck off.”
You are? I couldn’t tell, deputy.
I keep that thought to myself.
“Why should I? You have a tone with me.” I glare at him.
Hey, I might be younger than him but I’m no one’s doormat.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when I have to stand by and watch my woman flirt with some little boy.” The last word is a growl.
“I was taking care of something. There was no flirting involved.” I growl back.
“You fucking touched him.”
“It was a pat on the shoulder, I didn’t slide my damn tongue down his throat.”
He growls.
I lift a brow at him. “Jealous, deputy?”
He leans down so that he’s looming over me — his eyes blazing and his nostrils flared. “Anyone else been inside you but me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I don’t need to be jealous, but I still don’t fucking like it.”
I smirk. “Possessive much?”
He leans down even closer. “Fuck. Yes.”
His mouth crashes down onto mine, and our kiss is so intense it’s almost overwhelming. I reach down trying to get to Gavin’s belt but he pushes my hands away, and his hand cupping my exposed pussy disappears right before I feel a tug on my panties. He pulls his lips from mine and looks down at me as he rips my new panties from me.
“Hey! You just bought me those.”
He grunts. “I’ll buy you some more.”
I pout.
“Clothes off, little misfit. I wanna see all of you — the way that little fucker was wanting to. But he won’t ever get the chance, because every single inch of you is mine. Isn’t that right, Gina?”
“Yes, deputy.” My words are softer because I feel him getting agitated again over nothing.
Men.
He leans down and kisses my lips.
“Good. Now show me.”
I shrug off my jacket then lift my dress up over my head, dropping both items to the floor of the truck. I open the front clasp of my bra as I watch Gavin shrug off his tee before unfastening his belt then working on his jeans. He gets his cock is free, and I lick my lips as he takes hold of his hard length and starts to stroke. His eyes roam over my body hungrily before settling on the wetness dripping between my spread legs. His free hand moves to tease the lips of my pussy and I whine at the soft contact.
“Watched you talk to that fucker. Then had to put up with you giving me lip. And now, I’m gonna take it out on your pussy.”
I open my mouth to defend myself but the words never come out. Gavin lines himself up with my entrance and thrusts. My mouth falls open in a silent scream at rough his entry, but it doesn’t stop there as he starts to fuck me hard. He’s so big that my body struggles to accommodate his size and the harsh movements of his cock. My legs close around him inadvertently, trying to soften the force of his hips slamming into me, but he pushes them back open as wide as they can go in the tight space.
“Unghh! Shit! Baby!”
His strokes speed up as he continues to pound into me, fucking me deep and fast. I’m slightly hesitant to look between my legs, but the feeling of it is beyond any pleasure I could ever dream of.
“Got me so fucking hard little misfit, I might fuck around and give you my seed again.”
“Ohhh! Gavin!” I can barely find the breath to call out his name as he thrusts into me over and over.
“Need to mark you. Need to make sure everyone knows your taken.”
He leans down and takes my breast into his mouth and the change in angle has him hitting right at the wall of my womb.
“Baby!” My pussy convulses at his rough movements.
He growls around my breast but the sound is far away as I light up with an orgasm. I scream into the enclosed space of the truck as I cum with Gavin still moving roughly within me.
“Damn, Gina. Fuck.”
I feel his length welling as I struggle to catch my breath, and I know he’s close.
“Wanna give you my seed so bad, babe.” There’s a desperate edge in his voice.
He’s still pounding into me and I’m losing my train of thought at trying to get him to pull out. He’s feeling territorial and it’s making him want to cum in me.
“Baby, wait — I have an idea.”
I push at his chest until he sits back, then I sit up and crawl towards him. Gavin watches me with hooded eyes as I lick my lips — my focus is on his cock. I lean down to give it a kiss, smiling when it jerks. Then I slide my lips lower and take him into my mouth.
He groans. “Damn, Gina.”
I move up and down on his hard length, trying to make him cum.
I don’t have to wait long.
Gavin takes my hair in his first and grunts. “Here it comes, babe, pull off if you don’t want it.”
I shake my head slightly. I want it.
And I doubt I could move even if I wanted to with his hand in my hair. He tightens his grip and I hear him let out a curse right before I taste the first spurt of his release. I don’t focus on the flavor of it as I swallow, but I do absently note the salty taste to it.
“Swallow every drop, little misfit.”
And I do. Taking in every drop of his seed and swallowing it down. When I’m done, Gavin releases my hair and I pull off of his length. He lifts me up, bringing us face to face, and the lust in his gaze has fresh arousal coating my pussy.
He smiles darkly. “My turn.”
He gives me no time to reply as he puts me on my back again. My legs are parted wide and then his mouth is on me.
“Ahh!”
Gavin licks me all over before pushing his tongue inside and fucking me with it.
“Gavin!”
The light graze of his teeth over my sensitive flesh has me gripping the seat for dear life. It feels so good I want to beg him to never stop eating me out, but I’m ready to feel his cock moving inside me again.
“Baby! Fuck me, please!” I plead for his cock but his head stays between my legs. His fingers move to my clit and then I’m screaming as my climax hits me hard.
I’m so caught up in it I don’t even realize that Gavin has pulled back and flipped me over on the seat. He thrusts into me before I finish coming down from my orgasm and his penetration sends me into another fit.
I brace one hand on the door and the other on the back of the seat as I lose my mind in what Gavin is doing to me. He’s like an animal behind me as he fucks me hard — sending his length so deep it steals my breath. The sound of his cock fucking me is so crude yet so sensual, my insides gush with more arousal.
“Damn, Gina, this pussy is hungry for it. You love taking my cock, don’t you baby?” I can’t do anything more than nod my head. His brutal strokes into my body have stolen my ability to speak. “I’m gonna make sure you feel me for the rest of the week.” I coat his length with more wetness.
His fingers go after my clit and I drop my head to the seat as the pleasure steals what little strength I have left. I close my eyes. I’m pretty sure if he makes me cum again I’ll pass out.
And I’m right.
When his actions send me over the edge again everything goes black. I probably cry out and I’m pretty sure I feel Gavin pull out, but I’m too wrung out from pleasure to fight the darkness.
“You planning to take me home any time soon, deputy?”
I look up from my place on Gavin’s chest so that I can see into his eyes.
I’ve been with him since he picked me up from school this afternoon. I texted my brothers to let them know I was hanging out with a friend and that I’d be home later. They didn’t reply, but still, I don’t want to go back on my word. Even though a part of me — a big part — wants to stay with Gavin.
After our little escapade in his truck I got him to take me to the ice cream shop ten minutes away, but even then he made me settle for a smoothie.
Seriously, who goes to an ice cream shop and gets a smoothie?
He said something about making sure I eat stuff other than junk food. A comment I took exception to because it seemed like he was insinuating that I eat poorly. So, of course, I gave him attitude and told him how I have a decently balanced diet. I mean, I wouldn’t say I follow the serving guides on the food pyramid to the letter, but I get my fruits and veggies pretty regularly. He gave me a pat on the ass for being sassy but I just glared at him until he offered to take me mini golfing. I
’ve only done it a couple times so I was excited, and I only meant to give him a quick kiss but the moment our tongues met it became something deeper. It took an obnoxious wolf whistle from a couple of pre-teen boys to break us apart, which — of course — got Gavin all riled up to go deal with them. So I grabbed our smoothies and wrapped my arms around my deputy and tugged him out of the ice cream shop. We finished the smoothies in his truck, which turned out to be even better since we could steal kisses whenever we felt like it. And mini-golf was fun too. Gavin wrapped his big body around me at each hole to help me with my putting technique until I won the first two games — then he got all worked up and stopped helping me. I still beat him one more game after that and then he won two games in a row. By the time we were done playing, we were both starving so Gavin took me to some seafood place I'd never been to. It was one of those hole-in-the wall type places that had some of the best cajun shrimp I’d ever tasted — I even ordered a second batch that's how good it was. Then he took me back to his house after our dinner and got all bossy about me getting my homework assignments completed. So wound up in his office with me on his lap grinding away through some calculus and anatomy homework, while he worked on his laptop. Of course with me being in his lap, we both got distracted a few times, but we got our work done. Eventually. Then we ended up on his couch watching a game of baseball — well, he was watching — I was relaxing on his chest trying to understand how it came to be considered as America's favorite past time.
And that brings us to now.
Gavin grunts, rolling me under him, and doesn’t reply. His hands push my dress up as I wrap my arms and legs around him. Our lips meet and his tongue mingles with mine as he tries to delay the inevitable.
He’s done this twice since he picked me up from school — both times I mentioned having to go home — so he distracts me with kisses and makes love to me until I can’t think straight.
When he finally lets me breathe, I’m wet for him again and his erection is pressing into my hip.