Atone (The Disciples 2)

I grab his face to kiss him, but he turns and whispers, “You see that couple coming down the street with their dog? They’re gonna watch me fuck you.”

What the…? I look around, frantic. Have I lost my mind? How have I forgotten that I’m in the middle of my parents’ diner parking lot letting David fuck me in plain sight with half of my pants hanging off of me?

“Do you see them?” he whispers into my ear, his warm lips at my temple.

I look over his shoulder and sure enough, a couple is coming down the sidewalk with a dog.

“Oh my God. We have to stop.” I try to push him away.

He doesn’t even miss a thrust and lifts my leg higher. “This cunt is dripping down my balls.”

“David…” I pant. He has the filthiest mouth. I want to blush, but I’m getting ready to come, pulsing and seeing spots.

He jerks out and I almost scream no.

“Shhhh… I want them to watch you come.”

“But—” He stops my words with a kiss. His warm tongue tangles with mine as he somehow deepens it and I hear a woman gasp. Then he thrusts into me again. This time I do scream because I’m coming and it’s so unbelievably nasty, yet my body has never experienced anything like it. It’s as though I’m convulsing as I hear his “Fucks” and the couple’s excited chatter.

“Yeah, they’re watching. They like seeing this exquisite cunt take my cock.” He pounds into me as my body continues to quiver and pulse.

“Fuck.” He pulls out. Lifting me, he dumps me on the hood and spreads my legs wide.

If I never have sex again, it won’t matter. Nothing can come close to this. He pulls me forward, my ass warm from the metal as his mouth goes straight for my clit.

“Holy shit,” I groan and my eyes look for the couple and sure enough they’re standing there staring. David is sucking on me and all I can do is watch this couple watch David eat me. I arch into his mouth as he sucks and licks my clit and I’m gone. Bright lights flash as I explode into a pulsing, whimpering mess. David looks up as our eyes connect, his lips and chin wet as he jerks himself off.

“Look at you glow having them watch us.” He pulls me down as long strands of white semen jet out. He aims them on my bare pussy and stomach.

“Scott, stop the camera. Come on,” I vaguely hear the woman say, followed by their dog’s barking.

In an instant, the cloud that I’ve been floating on evaporates. I look at the couple speed walking away then at David who is calmly tucking his massive dick back into his pants. I look down. Semen drips down my legs, and the right side of my pants are off along with my shoe. My brain doesn’t seem to be working, and I can’t move. Surely he’s going to help me get cleaned up. After all, it’s his jizz dripping down to my ankles.

He’s going to apologize, maybe get down on his knees and beg for me to give him a shot. Not the hurtful truth that he might be a lunatic and he came here to fuck and humiliate me only to leave. Because as I watch him run his hand through his hair, I’m beginning to think it’s the latter.

“Do you have something I can clean up with?” My voice sounds calm even though I’m about to freak out. This is not how it’s supposed to be.

He looks at me, his eyes starting at the top of my head, traveling all the way to my shoeless foot. Not uttering a word he starts unbuttoning his white dress shirt and hands it to me.

“Thank you.” I jerk it out of his hand as I rub all evidence of him off as much as my shaky hands will allow.

As I pull my jeans back on, all I hear is traffic and some crickets. He doesn’t say a word.

I’ve never been one of those girls who regrets things. What’s the point? But as I clean myself up, I stare at the guy who I’ve had an unrealistic crush on all these years.

He’s turned his back on me and is lighting up a cigarette. I swallow back the bile crawling up my throat.

The truth is ugly and rather pathetic. He came in for one thing only. Actually, that’s not true. He seemed to be enjoying his food, so I guess he wanted food and sex.

I’m gooey and sticky and sore. And I’ve never experienced anything like that ever. I suck in my breath and try to calm my racing heart. The first guy I slept with became my boyfriend for six years. After that, I had a one-night stand that made me feel shitty. Not as shitty as right now, but I’ll have plenty of time to dissect myself later.