by D Scott
I end up sharing some of my popcorn with him because I got the biggest size they had, and by the last quarter of the game both of our snacks are gone and I have no idea who’s winning or losing. I haven’t looked at the scoreboard since Gavin pulled me into his lap, and now that his arms are wrapped tightly around me, I can’t concentrate on anything but him.
I smile when I feel his lips at my neck, nuzzling and kissing me lightly. It’s so distracting that I don’t realize one of his hands has left my waist and slipped under his jacket on my lap until I feel his thick fingers between my legs. I accidentally gasp and close my legs — trapping his hand as he cups my center.
“Open your legs,” he says quietly against my neck.
I whimper his name as more wetness drips from me.
“Shh...,” he whispers, “open your legs, babe.”
I bite my lip to stay quiet and subtly slide my legs apart underneath his jacket. His fingers tease me through my underwear and it takes everything in me not to moan when he his palm gently presses against my clit.
“Who’re you wet for?”
“Gavin, please.”
“Who are you wet for, Gina?”
“You. Just you. Please.”
I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I do know that if he keeps going I’m gonna end up cumming in a gymnasium full of people.
“Relax and watch the game, babe.”
Is he seriously serious?
How am I supposed to concentrate on some game when he’s got his hand rubbing back and forth over my underwear? Yeah, I don’t think that’s possible — I mean, it’s taking all my concentration not to ride his hand until I climax.
I can feel his hardness growing beneath me and it’s only making it harder for me to resist the urge to squirm. Then, just when I feel myself nearing the point of no return, Gavin stops. I turn to glare at him but he just smirks and leans in to give me a kiss —a deep kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth at the same moment I feel his fingers slide my panties to the side. He swallows my gasp, and the moan that comes after when I feel two of his fingers push inside me. One of my hands reaches up to hold his nape and our kiss heats up. Gavin’s other arm wrapped around my waist holds me still as he works his fingers in and out of me.
I pull back from our kiss a lot sooner than I want to, wanting to avoid drawing attention to what we’re doing. This is a high school after all, and some dummy would probably think of it as a perfect moment to make a catcall. And since I’d prefer my man pleasuring me rather than cuffing some childish punk, I’ll give up his lips.
“Watch the game,” he mutters against my lips.
I bite my lip and nod, forcing my body not to ride his gently thrusting fingers. I have no idea what’s going on in the game and by the time the final buzzer sounds, I’m so worked up don’t even care.
I turn to Gavin. “We need to go. Now.”
His lids lower and his nostrils flare in arousal as he nods. He pulls his fingers from my slippery channel, wiping them off on my inner thighs, then adjusting my panties. He tugs down the hem of my dress then pulls his hand from underneath his jacket. I lift off of his lap after he releases my waist and take his hand, tugging him up. I keep hold of his jacket as I lead him down the bleachers.
There’s people everywhere, and from the amount of celebrating that’s going on around us I’m assuming we won the game, but I don’t stop to find out for sure. I maneuver us towards the double doors that lead out of the gymnasium. As we move closer I see Roland, AJ, Deionte and a few more of their cronies posted up just inside the double doors. When we’re a couple feet away I make eye contact with Roland, and gift him with a sugary sweet smile a second before flipping him off with my free hand. His eyes narrow and I dare him with a raise of my brow to make a move. I smirk when he crosses his arms and looks away.
I guide Gavin through the gym doors, moving quickly as more wetness pools between my thighs. Gavin easily keeps pace with me though, and we reach his truck in no time. He hits the key fob to unlock the it about a second before I reach the passenger side door. Usually Gavin opens and closes the car door for me whenever we’re going somewhere, but this time I jerk the door open myself and climb inside. He reaches under my dress and steals a grab of my ass as I sit down in the seat.
“Hey!” I yelp, pretending to be annoyed.
He smirks wickedly then shrugs. “It’s mine to touch.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t help smiling as he leans in and gives me a kiss.
“Hurry up, deputy.” I growl at him, the way he’s always doing with me but it doesn’t come out as good. His teasing smirk widens into a grin as he shuts the door before quickly moving around the truck driver’s side.
By the time he starts the truck I’m buckled in and buzzing with arousal. It feels like its forever before Gavin navigates his way through the busy lot and out onto the street. I try to sit calmly as he drives but I’m so turned on that it’s impossible. At one point Gavin mumbles that all my squirming and wiggling is making him hard, but that just makes it worse. I last as long as I can before I realize that I’m not sure where we’re headed — his house or mine. And that we’re not going to make it to our destination — at least not yet anyway.
“Baby, pull over.” My voice sounds desperate, even to my own ears, but I don’t care. I need him — now.
“Babe, we’re almost—”
I cut him off. “Now. Please.”
He glances at me, seeing the need on my face — even in the darkness of the truck, and nods. There’s no cars on the road, but being that he’s forever in deputy mode, he puts on his blinker and turns onto the first side street we come across. It’s a dark, tree covered dirt road that seems to be abandoned from the look of it.
Gavin drives down the dirt road until the main street is nothing but a shadow, and then he slowly comes to a stop. The second he shifts the gear to park, I’m in motion, unbuckling the seatbelt and throwing it off as fast as I can. I climb into his lap — straddling him — before he can even get his seatbelt off. I’m in such a hurry that I forget about having any sort of finesse, and Gavin hisses when I get a little too feisty.
“Dammit, babe, be still.”
“No,” I growl — much more effectively this time.
I reach for his pants, going to work on getting them undone as his hands slide up the hem of my dress. He moves my panties to the side, then tests my wetness, as I struggle with his zipper. He reaches down to help me out but I bat his hands away, the way he’s always doing to me.
It feels like a lifetime before I finally get the zipper down, managing not to snag him in the process. He lifts his hips slightly, giving me room to work his jeans and boxers down enough to pull his cock out. I lift up and press myself close to him before taking hold of his length and moving it to my entrance. The second his hardness kisses my wet opening, I sink down, taking as much of him as I can on the first downward slide.
My whole body rejoices at the pleasure of finally being filled and the sensations send me into a mind-blowing orgasm. I’m pretty sure I cry out but I’m so out of my mind I can’t be certain. I do know though, that once I come down from my high, my body goes into overdrive and I start riding Gavin like a wild woman. I clutch his shoulders tightly and kiss his neck as I move up and down on him, already searching for another climax.
“Fuck, Gina, that’s it. Ride your man.”
He leans his head back giving my lips further access. He grips my ass and gives me the freedom to move how I want while he sits there and takes it.
“Take what you need, babe,” he grunts.
“I want a kiss,” I say against his throat.
I ride him hard and fast as I kiss up his jaw, seeking out his lips. As soon as our mouths meet I slide my tongue between his lips — tasting his peanut M&Ms from earlier. I tilt my hips and the new angle of my body has my clit brushing up against him with each movement. The feeling is so good my insides surge into a series of pulses as I cum around Gavin a second t
ime. He groans into my mouth as I flood his cock with my cum and my legs give out as my climax drains what’s left of my energy.
My lips fall away from his as I collapse against his chest with his thick girth buried deep inside me. But I don’t stay there long. In the next moment, Gavin is shifting me to my back and spreading my left leg over the back of the seat. He takes my hands in his and pins them to the door, as he comes down over me, his cock never once leaving my body.
His eyes lock with mine. “Got what you needed, little misfit?”
I bite my lip and nod, suddenly feeling shy about how bold I was just then, how I just took what I needed. Usually Gavin is in control whenever we’re intimate, but I just couldn’t help myself this time.
“Tell me, Gina.” His words are hard, and I can tell he’s on edge from forcing himself to hold back for so long.
“Uh huh.”
That one answer is all he needs, and now he’s back in charge.
He pulls one hand away from my pinned wrists and yanks down the cups of my dress. He cups my breast with his free hand, then leans down to taste the other. He licks and kisses my breast with his mouth until I’m arching off the seat, trying to entice him into sucking it into his mouth. I moan when he gives me what I want but it’s cut off by a sharp cry when he pulls back before thrusting deep.
Then he does it again.
His thrusts are slow but strong, and the depth of his length on each stroke feels like he’s pushing beyond my womb and into my tummy. He alternates sucking my nipples and it has my body building towards another peak. I lift my hips in time with his, wanting to give him what he needs, and he grunts. He pulls off my breast and his eyes are a dark forest green.
“Saw them giving you a hard time, and it took everything in me not to come down.” Thrust. “Also saw you not backing down, and it was so damn sexy.” Thrust. “Got me so fucking hard seeing you be all tough...I wanted to pin you down spread your thighs and fuck you right there on those goddamn bleachers.”
Oh God.
I moan. Arousal gushes floods my channel at hearing how much I turn my man on. It’s the greatest feeling ever knowing how much he wants me.
“Shit, Gina. You’re soaked for me, babe.”
I moan as his cock jerks within me. “Always, deputy.”
His eyes darken further, shifting from forest green to almost black as he loses the last of his control. His thrusts speed up, and our eyes stay locked together as he rides my body to his release.
“Goddamn, babe.”
He groans as he spills his cum deep inside me, and the warmth of it has me moaning again. I want to give him time to bask in the pleasure of his release, but I can’t. He’s still hard and I’m even hotter for him than I was earlier.
I wriggle and writhe on the seat. “Baby, I wanna be on top again.”
He’s in a haze from his release so I have to repeat myself a couple times before he shifts to his back on the seat with me straddling straddling his lap. As soon as my knees touch the smooth leather seat I start moving. I grip the back of the seat with one hand and brace myself on the passenger door with the other as I ride my deputy for the second time. There’s so much wetness between my legs that every movement of Gavin’s cock in and out of my body rings throughout the cab of the truck.
“Unghhh! Baby!”
His hands move up to cup my breasts. He squeezes the mounds and lifts his hips into me, sending his length deeper, and me into a fit.
“Ahhhh!” I scream as my body locks around him in a final orgasm.
My grip on the seat and the door is the only thing holding me up, but I can’t stay up long. I collapse against him in a heap and he wraps his arms around me. He rubs my back and we lie there in post orgasmic bliss until my lids start to get heavy with sleep.
Gavin sighs. “You’re gonna be round with my kid in nine months if you don’t get on the pill soon, babe.”
I nod against his chest as a yawn escapes me. “I will, deputy.”
I snuggle deeper into him.
Then I’m startled back to consciousness when Gavin suddenly sits up, taking me with him. His hand slides into my hair, holding me in place as his eyes bore into mine. He shakes his head. “I’m being real here, Gina. I might end up putting a baby in you if we don’t get you on birth control. Soon.” There’s no mistaking the serious look on his face — he means every word.
I know he’s right, and as happy as I would be to carry a piece of Gavin inside me, it probably is too soon. And he would carry guilt thinking he took advantage of me in some way, and I don’t want that for either of us.
“I’ll call and make an appointment.” I answer quietly.
I’ve already looked up the number for a lady doctor that’s in the next town over, but between work and school and spending as much time with Gavin as I can, I’ve been putting it off. But I can’t any longer, especially with all the risks we’ve already taken.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
I shake my head. “I can handle it by myself.”
He gives me a gentle kiss. “I know you can, but you don’t have to. I’m your man, and this affects both of us. I’m willing to go with you. Just say the word, babe.”
That makes me smile.
I nod. “Okay, I’ll give them a call and see what they say.”
Chapter 7
Gavin
Monday
I bring my phone up to my ear as I step through a side door of the station. I listen to the line ring as I wait for my little misfit to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
“Hi, baby, how’s work? I miss you.”
I grunt. “I’m not on patrol until later tonight so it’s been boring as hell so far, and it’s only been a couple of hours.”
“Good. Boring is good. Let’s keep it that way.”
I chuckle at that. My little misfit worries about me getting hurt on the job. It’s what I signed up for when I decided to go into law enforcement, but my girl is still learning to accept it.
“I’ll do my best, babe.”
“You better.”
I shake my head.
Such a pain.
“How’s your day been?”
“Pretty good. We had a pop quiz today in anatomy but it wasn’t too hard. I did a little extra math studying during lunch because we started a new section today and I want to make sure I understand the content.”
“That’s my girl. What’d you eat?”
I always ask what she’s eaten when I don’t take her to lunch or bring her something. She’s not a fan of the food at her school so sometimes she chooses not to eat. Something I’m always grilling her ass about because I don’t want her skipping meals.
“I knew you were going to ask me that at some point.”
I smirk. “Then answer the question.”
“I had a banana, and a turkey sandwich with fries. Does that meet your standards, daddy?” Her voice is sugary sweet but I know she’s being sarcastic.
My dick still reacts in my pants at hearing her call me ‘daddy’ though. It always does when she calls me that.
I lower my voice. “Watch it.”
She giggles. “I love it when you get worked up over me.”
I roll my eyes. “Is that why you act like such a bad girl all the time?”
“Maybe,” she answers jokingly. “But I was actually a good girl today, thank you very much. I called the doctor’s office and scheduled an appointment.”
She’s right, she was a good girl.
“When is it?”
“Early tomorrow morning — before school. They had a last minute cancellation and told me I could come then.”
Shit, I won’t be off in time to make it.
“I’ll still be at work,” I tell her.
“I know, it’s okay. I can go by myself — I don’t mind.”
“I know but you shouldn’t have to go by yourself, I should be going with you.”
> I curse under my breath in frustration.
She wouldn’t even need to have an appointment if I could keep my dick out of her, or at least force myself to wear a rubber. But I’d rather go through the police academy again with a blindfold on and my arms tied behind my back, before pushing inside Gina with a barrier between us. Just the idea of it has my body tensing.
“Baby, relax. Let me do this for us. I want to.”
I sigh. I know she’s right. She’s gotta do this so I don’t fuck around and knock her up one of these days. Well, if I haven’t already.
“You’ll call me as soon as you’re done?”
“Yes, deputy.”
I force myself to relax after hearing her promise to call me. I really do let myself get so worked up over her, but I can’t help it. She’s my little misfit. I want to know everything that’s going on with her.
“Good girl. What do you have up for the rest of the day? You gotta work?”
“Yeah, I’m going in at seven and working until ten, so I’m gonna finish my homework and then get a nap in before I go.”
“That’s a good idea. I hate it when you get off late and I’m not there though.”
“I know, but I’ll be okay. And I’ll text you when I’m leaving.”
“Call me,” I growl. “Don’t walk out to your car tonight until I’m on the phone with you. I mean it, Gina.”
“Alright, jeez, I will. Calm down, baby. Seriously, I’ll be okay. I have the pepper spray you gave me and I’ll call you on my out. Okay?”