“Stop. You look even more beautiful, baby. You look young, fresh, and ready to fuck,” he says walking further into me and gripping my hips. “I missed you last night, baby,” he says before kissing me like a man starved. I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes trying to inhale him as he is me. He bites my lip and sucks it into his mouth and holy hell my toes curl at the pain mixed with the pleasure. “Fuck baby. We have to stop so I can get you to school,” he says, putting his forehead against mine. “Come on.”
Pulling my hands he opens the door and seats me, buckling me in first. Our eyes meet and the shared unspoken words are loud and vibrant. The need between us is humming like currents in a telephone pole. He kisses me, his eyes open, never leaving mine. I want to close mine, savor this feeling, but I also want to see the torrential fight within him as he pulls himself away from me. I have power with him and it is a feeling unlike anything else.
When he begins driving, he grabs my hand and threads our fingers. I take this moment to look at him. His face is a perpetual shadow. It's like looking through a shadow box with a mirror of light on the other side, knowing that a little bit of light is not enough to brighten the darkness inside. His jaw, solid and refined, clenches as his eyes squint for a second before they open back up and his face relaxes. Something just crossed his mind and whatever it is, it pissed him off. It’s amazing how much you can learn about a person in three days. “You want to ask me something baby?” he says, not looking at me. My face heats up at being caught staring. attempting to recover, I remember I never did ask him about date night.
“Actually, yes. Um… me and my best friends and their boyfriends always get together on Wednesdays for a couples night out. I am usually the seventh wheel if you will, but um...” I clear my throat hoping he puts me out of my misery and just declines before I make a fool of myself, but he doesn’t. I see a hint of a smirk on his face and I know he is going to make me ask him.
“You were saying, baby?” he says, looking over at me, devious and mocking. I want to pout and stomp my foot. Jerk. I can’t help but smile though. I like his playful side.
“Well, I was wondering if you would go with us tonight? I mean you don’t have to. I know it's probably juvenile and all…” He looks at me in mock admonishment.
“Are you calling me old, little girl?” I stop for a minute, but then when what I said replays, I hear the insinuation and I start to full out laugh. Oh my goodness, it never even occurred to me that is what I was saying. He leans over and tickles me as we sit at this stoplight and I laugh harder. His face goes from fake anger to this soft reflection and I stop laughing to take in the first glimpse of the sun I have seen from him.
“I wasn’t saying that, but hey…if the shoe fits,” I say, shrugging my shoulders before bursting out in another giggle fit. He laughs with me this time, seemingly shocked by my smart remark. He parks as I try to contain myself. Suddenly his face becomes serious.
“I would love to go with you and your friends, baby. But on one condition.” My eyebrows raise not because he has a condition but because he agreed to go. It never crossed my mind he would be coming with me.
“Anything,” I tell him, leaning into his hand that is on my cheek.
“Come home with me for the rest of the week.” I can hear my heart in my chest, beating like the sound of a drum next to amplifiers. It's not so much the request itself as it is the fact that my father is here and I don’t know what I am going to say to him. I know for all intents and purposes I am a grown woman, but my father can be..overprotective if you and he will never understand me staying with a man he never met. On the other hand, I want to be with him more than I have ever wanted anything and it's time I start living my life.
“Deal,” I say to him, licking my lips. He grins, his eyes focused on my mouth.
“Fuck, Nova. If you don’t stop that I am going to unzip my pants in this parking lot and make you suck this cock that is trying to battle my zipper. Now be a good girl and go to class. What time are you done today?” he asks, adjusting his pants. My mouth waters thinking about blowing him out in the open. I barely contain the whimper. My thighs squeeze together as my pussy throbs, leaking in my pantyless jeans. “Dirty girl. Is that making you hot thinking about me forcing this dick down your throat in broad daylight? Do you want me to show the whole school how much I own this body already?” He unzips his pants and begins stroking his cock.