Kisses and Lies

My hand is hurting, but adrenaline is pumping through me and I am more than a little angry. “Take me fucking home, you asshole,” I say with my hands clenched to my sides while staring him down.

The girl screams something I don’t quite understand, and Marcus lifts her to the side, depositing her onto someone else’s lap before he stands in front of me.

“I think I just fell in love.”

What the fuck!

His words make my fists unclench.

What did he just say?

“Come to think of it… I don’t fucking love, I just want to fuck you.” Marcus leans down and whispers, “Want to fuck all that adrenaline out of your system, pretty girl?”

I push him and turn, walking toward his truck. His footsteps follow, and I still hear that bitch screaming at me, but it becomes quieter and darker and darker the closer we get to his truck. When I reach it, he’s directly behind me; his hands come to my arm, and he turns me. Then his body is pushed against mine, his lips slam onto mine, and I moan. Despite being angry at him, I fucking moan at the feel of him, and I can’t help it. I step up on my tippy toes so I can feel him right there, as his fingers slide down and lift my skirt until his hand cups my sex, then he slips one finger in. Pushing it in and out, he devours my lips.

“So fucking pretty…”

I ignore his words and let him fuck me with his fingers. Marcus pulls back, and I reach for him straight away, my hands going to his shirt and lifting it, so my hands can touch his bare skin. I feel like a crazed animal as I touch him, sliding my nails down his chest and pulling him straight back to me. He pulls his cock free, then grips both my hips and lifts. I reach between us, pulling my G-string to the side as he lowers me, and in pure fucking ecstasy he slides straight in.

“Fuck.”

“That’s right, pretty girl, ride my fucking cock.”

I do. I fucking slide up and down, my hands leaving his bare skin and pulling at his shirt until it bundles at his neck. He drops one hand away from me and slides his hand out then followed by the other, the whole time his movements never stop.

Each thrust and push is filling me so much, like I’ve never been filled before.

My nails dig into his bare skin as I drop my head on his neck. I lick him just to taste him—he’s salty and sweet—then I bite and suck. So many emotions are fucking with me as he takes me. He doesn’t apologize either for his fingers digging so hard into my hips that I know they will bruise, or the way when we’re both close he pushes me back so my head slams on the truck and I feel the vibration run through me.

I don’t care, though.

I don’t fucking care.

I come, my hands leaving him as he grips them both, my legs are wrapped tight around his waist as he pins me to the truck, pushing me, so my back hits the edge of the hood and I lay there lost, in ecstasy, as he finishes.

That was, quite simply, the best sex of my fucking life.

“Knew your pussy would love my cock.”

And he’s ruined it.

Sitting up, I slide up the hood of his truck and away from him.

“Take me home, Marcus.”

“I was planning to.” He smirks, tucking his cock back into his pants, then reaches for his shirt, sliding it over his head, not even bothering to look at me again.

We don’t speak. What’s the point? I have no words for him, and he clearly got what he wanted. But then again, so did I. I wanted to fuck him that first time, and now I have. My G-string snapped and is ruined but it still sits around my waist. I don’t want to take it off until I am in my own home.

“I’d like to do that again,” he says, coming to a stop.

I scoff and get out, not even bothering to answer that ridiculous statement.

“Tomorrow, then,” he yells out, and I know he’s teasing me.

“Fuck you.”

“You did that, pretty girl. And soon, you will again.”

When I get to my door and unlock it, I slide my G-string from under my skirt while he watches me from the darkness of his truck, and then I take a step out of it.

“This can be your reminder of me.” I look down at my G-string, then back to him. “And forget where I live,” I say, closing my door and locking it.

Running up to my room, I look out through my window. It’s in complete darkness so he can’t see me. Marcus gets out of the truck, steps up my porch while my heart races as he does, but he doesn’t stay long. Just enough time to pick up what he wanted and walk back to his truck while sliding my G-string into his pocket before he takes off.