2. The Exorcist
Chapter two
The Exorcist
“Y ou know, this would have been so much easier if you’d just pretended I was tutoring you for the LSAT,” JP said.
“I know it must be hard to imagine what it would be like to sell your soul since lawyers don’t have one,” I said as he turned out of the parking lot we usually fucked in. “But trust me. Your dick isn’t worth it.”
“I’d say that remains to be seen, considering you sound like you’re casting out a demon when you come.”
“Selling my soul has nothing to do with being possessed.”
“Yeah, but you beg me to fuck the hell out of you so often that you might as well call my dick the exorcist.”
I tightened my mouth, refusing to let so much as a smile flicker on my lips. “How was I supposed to know other people fuck in that parking lot? You’re the one who lives here. I’ve never even seen another car there, let alone three.”
“Well, we normally don’t meet there during prime hooking up time.” He let the car roll up to a stop sign, thinking for a moment before flicking the turn signal on. “It’s either earlier or later.”
“Normally I don’t drive to Montreal early when my dad forces me to go to one of his stupid galas or events,” I said. “But it’s Sydney’s birthday tomorrow and she wanted to spend it getting dicked down by her hot cop fuck buddy, so I said I’d suffer through an extra night here.”
“That was the only reason?” He merged onto the main road. “Not because you also wanted to spend her birthday getting dicked down?”
“I could’ve done that in Ottawa.”
“True. How is Professor Sexy doing? You’re still hooking up, right? Or did he leave already?”
“Of course we’re still hooking up,” I said. “He’s not moving to California until next month.”
“Nice. Are you getting him a goodbye present?”
I gave him a weird look. “Like what?”
“I dunno. Something special to remember you by.”
“I’ll ask him if he wants a pair of panties as a keepsake or something, but I don’t know how special that would be. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve given my panties away.”
He scoffed. “How come he gets keepsake panties?”
“Are you saying you want keepsake panties?”
“Maybe. You’ve never even offered me a pair.”
“What would you even do with keepsake panties?”
“Add them to my scrapbook or something.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“And yet here you are, demanding I find another parking lot for us to fuck in.”
“You know, the only thing my vibrator ever says is bzzzzzz .” I looked out the passenger wistfully. “I miss him.”
“Him? Does he have a name?”
“Yeah. Buzz Right-Here.”
JP chuckled. “So when are you back in town after this? I’m assuming we can’t meet up tomorrow since you’re going out to celebrate Sydney’s birthday after the gala.”
I looked over at him. “How do you even—”
“Anne-Marie.”
“Does she seriously tell you everything?”
“Imagine how out of the loop I’ll be in September when I get into my condo and don’t have daily access to the Anne-Marie News Network. Hopefully she’s got someone to replace me so she doesn’t implode under the weight of everyone’s secrets.”
“Maybe she should start a blog,” I said. “Gossip Girl style.”
“Except everyone would know it was her,” he said.
“True.” I tapped my fingers against my thigh. “Well, yeah. We’re doing a girls’ night tomorrow. Between Bruno liquoring me up at the gala and the amount of shots I’m assuming Syd’ll want to do, I won’t be in much shape to meet up.”
“Fair. And Bruno’s still taking you, then?”
I frowned. “To the gala? Of course. Why?”
He shrugged. “I’d just heard that Clinton—”
“God damn it, Anne-Marie,” I grumbled.
JP laughed. “She was saying he seems really into you.”
“You’d think after trying to break his arm at that luncheon and telling him to his face that I find him disgusting, he’d take a hint.”
“He’s one of those guys who wants something until he has it,” JP said.
“Well, there’s no way he’s getting it,” I said. “If something happened to Bruno, I’d find someone else.”
“Anne-Marie would help you, I’m sure.”
I snorted. “Like I’d ask her. She’d tell me to go with you. I’m half-surprised she hasn’t told Bruno to pretend he’s busy one weekend so I’m forced to ask. She hinted as much last weekend when he was running late to pick me up.”
A solemn pause filled the space I expected a laugh.
“Is that what you want, babe?” he asked.
The gravity in his voice was so strong that it pulled my gaze towards him. Heat rushed up my face, not from the stereotypical enthralled breathlessness of wondering if someone had feelings for them, but from the absolute fucking terror of wondering if someone had feelings for me.
“JP, I—”
“Because I need to tell you, from the bottom of my heart and with all the soul I apparently don’t have, I would rather drink a pint glass of day-old steamé water from the bottom of the pan at La Belle Provence than take you to a gala.”
I tried not to sigh in relief as he turned into a parkade near an office building. “If all I had to do to get out of these galas was drink steamed hot dog water, this would’ve been a very different summer.”
He steered around the parkade to one of the higher levels, which was nearly empty. “Yeah, but then you would’ve missed out on getting to fuck me all these times.”
“I’d still pick the hot dog water.”
He grinned. “In fairness, so would I.”
“See? So you have nothing to worry about. You’d have to be the last man alive for me to ask you to be my date for something,” I said as he pulled his car into an empty spot near a concrete wall.
He turned off the car, the sudden absence of the engine and air conditioning and radio settling around us. “Really? You’d go with Clinton before me?”
I undid my seatbelt and opened the car door. “In this scenario, Clinton had an accidental falling-into-the-St.-Lawrence-and-tragically-not-resurfacing incident.”
JP mirrored my actions. “I see. Were one or both of his arms broken before this alleged accidental fall?”
I got out of the car. “How premeditated would that make this accident seem?”
“Does it matter? I’m assuming if I’m the last man alive, there are no other lawyers to take his case.”
A firm bang echoed, first through the parkade as he closed the driver’s side door and then again by me bumping the passenger door closed with my hip. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten female lawyers exist.”
He chuckled as we opened the back doors in unison. “Babe, I said lawyers who would take his case . You think any woman in her right mind would defend that prick?”
“Well… you’re not wrong.” I climbed into the car and closed the door.
“You could just say I’m right, you know,” he said, closing his door and reaching for me.
“Yeah, but then your head might get even bigger.” He helped me onto his lap and I straddled his thighs. “And there’d be no room left in the car for me.”
“And that”—he slid his hands up my legs, gripping my thighs through the thin fabric of my leggings—“would be a goddamn tragedy.”
I didn’t have an immediate response to that, but that was okay. One of his hands slipped around to my lower back as the other moved up to my neck, drawing me forward so he could press his lips against mine. An unintentional sigh slipped from my mouth as I settled, shifting from side to side and trying not to shiver from the friction.
“I was going to remind you we have to be quick, but you’re more than ready, eh?” I murmured, my core prickling awake as I ground myself against his already straining cock.
He let out a low chuckle. “Oh, I’ll be taking exactly as long as I need to, babe.”
“So not very long at all?”
“You knew what you were doing when you sent me that photo earlier. Just like you know I can make you come with a couple of minutes and a well-placed finger.”
His teeth sank into my bottom lip, tugging at it as he moved both his hands back down my sides. Smooth palms pushed along my hips until he reached my ass, cupping it and digging his fingers into the soft curves.
“Ready, babe?” he whispered.
“Don’t call me—”
Before I could finish, he squeezed my ass harder and pulled me down as he thrust his hips up, grinding himself against my pussy. A surprised whimper slipped from my lips.
“What was that, babe?” he asked.
“Stop calling me—”
He did it again, this time pulling my body forward and creating more of that delicious friction. I cut myself off with another cry, clenching my teeth after in frustration at the betrayal of my voice.
“It sounds like you’re trying to say something, babe,” he said, smirking.
“You know what I—”
He did it again and I let out a frustrated shout. JP chuckled and I decided I’d had it.
The chuckle turned into a startled laugh as I reached down, wrapping a hand around each of his wrists and yanking them away from my ass. It should have been easy for him to take back control considering he went to the gym a few times a week and most of the time, the closest I got to working out was pretending I jogged when I was in Montreal. But apparently, pinning his arms against the back seat redirected enough of his blood that the only thing resisting was his dick against the fabric prison of his pants.
“What’s it going to take to make you stop calling me that?” I asked.
“Why don’t you start trying things and see if any of it works?” he said, a hint of uncontrolled breathlessness in his voice.
“Like duct taping your smart-ass mouth so you stop annoying me?”
“I was thinking more like sitting on my face, but I can take you to a hardware store if you want. The closest one to here is probably a RONA.”
“You do have a perfect face for sitting on,” I said. “But seeing as we’re limited by the constraints of a car, I’m gonna have to go with the duct tape.”
There was laughter on his lips as he kissed me, his wrists flexing beneath my grip until I gave in and released them. He slipped his hands beneath the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and tugging the cups of my bra down so he could lift my breasts out. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, pulling in a breath through his nose and letting out a controlled sigh like I couldn’t tell how much he was craving me. Smirking, I rolled my hips, letting out a sigh at the friction between us.
“Fuck,” JP whispered, though it came out more like “muhk” since he said it at the same time that he bit down on my nipple, not too hard but firm enough that a startled squeak escaped my throat. Arousal surged through me, heat and promised bliss travelling through my veins and into my bones, up my spine and down to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Fuck, I love that,” I hissed, the words coming out mindlessly.
He did it again. “I know you do, babe.”
“Shut up.”
“What’s so bad about me saying I know what you like?”
“The fact that you’ll use it against me.”
“You think I’d do that?” he asked innocently.
“Yes.”
“Well, no one said you weren’t smart.” He nipped at my nipple again, then soothed it with slow, flat licks that made my head spin. Determined not to let him control everything, I rolled my hips again, grinding against him until he made a mindless noise of his own and shuddered beneath me.
“I can’t take it,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want your pussy so bad, babe.”
“Bad enough not to call me babe?”
He made a noise like a dry laugh, then captured my lips with his.
“Please fuck me, Nell,” he murmured.
And how was I going to say no to that?
I stripped my leggings off quickly, but all JP had to do was pull his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh and take his cock out. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking lazily until I set my panties on the seat beside us.
“Are you finally ready?” he asked, his tone unhurried even though his cock was so red and swollen it looked like it ached and there was already pre-cum collecting on his tip.
Instead of responding, I threw my leg over his, grabbed his cock, and lowered myself on it in one smooth motion. Without so much as a pause, I started riding him as hard as I could.
And suddenly, JP seemed a lot less self-assured.
“Fuck,” he hissed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. His hands moved to my thighs and he inhaled sharply, then pressed his lips together as he fought to keep from panting.
“You’re not going to come already, are you?” I asked innocently.
He scoffed, despite his fingertips digging into my thigh. “Of course not.”
“I can slow down if you need me to.”
“Don’t you dare.” He looked up at me, his eyes heavy lidded. “Fuck me hard, babe. Use every fucking inch of this dick.”
And oh, God.
How could I not ?
So I did. I bounced on his cock as hard as I wanted, holding his shoulders for balance, before rolling my hips back and forth, grinding my clit against his pelvis. JP’s chest rose and fell far more rapidly than usual, and I was half-certain I was moments away from the admittedly guilty pleasure of feeling him unload inside of me.
But after a few deep breaths while he moved about as much as a suction cup dildo on the side of a shower stall, he finally loosened his grip on my legs. Reaching up, he pulled me in for a kiss and made my movements stagger. He made up for it by thrusting up into me, hips raising and meeting the backs of my thighs to create a new, deeper, more intense rhythm that I couldn’t stop myself from matching.
It wasn’t long before I felt the telltale heat in my core, that place deep inside me sparking each time I took JP’s cock fully inside me. My legs were trembling when JP let out a groan, followed by a gasping breath as he grabbed my hips.
“Shit,” he said. “Babe, I— fuck . I’m too close. If you don’t slow down—”
I fucked him faster.
His fingertips dug into my hips, his eyes slamming shut and head tilting back. He moaned again, a gorgeous, addictive sound that sent a rush of pleasure through my body, and a moment later his cock throbbed inside of me.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “Fucking… fuck .” He moaned again, blissful gasps of breath escaping his parted lips as he came. I kept riding him hard, not stopping until his hands relaxed and his eyes reopened.
“Okay,” I said, moving off his lap and twisting so I could spread my legs. “Give me your fingers so I can—”
“No.”
My mouth dropped open. “ Excuse me?”
Unbelievably, he grinned, shoving his dick back into his pants and zipping them up before opening the door beside him. A thousand things burst in my mind as I gaped at him.
“Are you fucking for real?” I asked. “Where do you think you’re…”
But I trailed off as instead of getting out of the car, like I thought he was, he stuck his legs out before looking over his shoulder.
“Move so I can lie down,” he said.
I stared at him.
“Babe,” he said patiently. “Don’t you want to come?”
“But there isn’t room. And you just—” I gestured towards my lap as if that would finish the sentence. “And you don’t think someone’ll hear us with the door open?”
“I’ll make it work,” he said. “And as for that”—he gestured the same way I had—“seriously? You think it’s going to bother me?”
“Well…”
“Trust me. If you can take my cum in your mouth, I can handle it.”
I glared at him and he grinned.
“And I should be able to keep quiet with that phenomenal ass of yours smothering me. But if you think you’ll need a gag, we can put your panties in your mouth.”
In hindsight, I probably should’ve tried putting my panties in my mouth, even though they wouldn’t have been very effective. Because yeah, one of my legs was crammed between JP’s shoulder and the seat and the other was bent at a semi-strange angle in the wheel well. And the mix between of the two plus the noticeable lack of pillows or anything to help with angles meant I hovering more than I was sitting, which was fine except that I was a “If you want me to sit on your face, how you breathe is a you problem, not a me problem” kind of person.
But also, fuck .
I bit down on the base of my thumb when I came, trying with everything to keep the pleasure I wanted to let out in shrieks from echoing in the parkade. JP’s hands were on my thighs, holding me as close to his face as he could. Waves of pleasure rocked over me, his tongue keeping steady until my legs unclenched and the hand that was sort of covering my mouth moved to the seat so I could steady myself.
There were also very few times I knew JP would be completely silent, but he always was in those moments after we finished fucking. For a minute or two or twelve—okay, probably not twelve, but who actually knew how long we sat there in the buzz of bliss—after he wriggled out from beneath me and flopped against the seat, the only sound was his breath and mine, my heartbeat thundering and then drumming and then pulsing in my ears.
And it was nice. Unreasonably nice, to just sit there and exist and recover with him.
But of course, JP always ruined it.
“You know, I was wrong,” he said.
“Usually,” I said.
“You don’t sound like you’re going through an exorcism when you come. It’s more like a bleating goat.”
I slapped his bicep, but I wasn’t quite recovered enough to say anything else. He waited, then grinned.
“So, I was right about there being enough room for you to sit on my face?” he asked.
“Baa,” I said.
He let out the loudest, most unattractive and unrestrained snort I’d ever heard. It was something I’d never heard him do before and seemed to surprise him as much as it did me. So of course, that made me laugh, and for a minute, neither of us could speak.
After cleaning ourselves up and redressing, JP drove back to our street. He dropped me off at the end like he usually did, promising to drive around the block a few times before going back to his place so we didn’t suspiciously return home at almost the same time. And as usual, I got out and started jogging just fast enough that by the time I got to my dad’s driveway, there was a light sheen of sweat on my forehead.
Then, like always, I walked up the driveway, breathing a little harder than I usually did.
However, unlike always, the door flew open the moment I stepped onto the stairs, surprising me so much I nearly tripped and smacked my head on the concrete pillar beside the door.
Which honestly, might have been preferable to seeing JP’s sister standing in the doorway, hands on her hips and a maniacal grin on her face.
“Nellie Belanger, how dare you keep this a secret from me?” Anne-Marie said, her voice glimmering with excitement.
Oh no. I stared at her, my eyes wide.
“Look at you, all red-faced and out of breath with your messy hair. Did you really not think I would find out about your little escapades, chérie ? You know I find out everything .”
And just… shit.
Shit .