Chapter Sixteen
Two
It’s dark by the time she can escape her family dinner. She’d told me via text today that it’s a weekly thing for them and there’s no way of avoiding it. It’s been torture waiting all day for this moment to see her.
She slips out the front door and runs to my idling vehicle. Chilly air nips at me when she opens the car door. I’m already backing out of her driveway before she can get the door closed or her belt on, eager to be alone with her.
“Hey,” I say, gassing it down her road, barely able to keep my gaze fixated ahead of me.
“Hey.”
When I reach the end of the road, I put the vehicle in park, unable to resist for a moment longer. Like two magnets drawn to each other, we both meet for a frantic, desperate kiss.
I’m so fucked over this girl.
She whimpers and tugs at my jacket as she tries to pull me closer to her. I could kiss her all fucking night.
Her phone starts buzzing and she curses. Once she pulls away, she answers.
“Hi, Mom.” She chews on her bottom lip and shoots me a small smile. “What? Oh, yeah, we’re leaving. Nothing’s wrong. Okay, bye.”
“What?” I demand as soon as she ends the call.
“She clearly followed me onto the porch, trying to catch a peek, and then noticed we stopped at the end of our road. Hurry, let’s get out of here.”
I don’t have to be told twice. Gunning it, I take off onto the main road. Both my dads are home, so we can’t go there. I end up driving us to a lookout point on Park Mountain. Since it’s dark, most of the bikers or trail walkers have gone home. As soon as I put the vehicle in park, Gemma unbuckles and climbs over the console.
My hands find her hips, guiding her into my lap so that she straddles me. She’s wearing thin, stretchy leggings that give me access to the shape and feel of each curve of her body. There’s not much room between her back and the steering wheel, so she’s forced to press her chest against mine.
“Hey,” she murmurs, hot breath tickling over my lips.
“You already said that.” I squeeze her ass, drawing her closer to me. “Why do you smell so good?”
“I smell good?”
“Fucking delectable.”
She grins and brings her lips to mine. I kiss her hungrily. Now that I know how she tastes and I’ve stepped over the invisible line of “I really shouldn’t fucking do this with her,” I’m eager to have more.
“We were supposed to think this shit over,” I grunt between kisses. “Not dive right back in.”
“I thought about it. I want it.”
It’s a terrible idea, but I can’t find it in me to argue with her for once. I’m also down to make out without a care in the world.
“What did you tell your parents?” I ask, pulling away slightly so I can see her pretty eyes in the dimly lit vehicle. “How did you escape?”
“School stuff. They think you’re a girl.”
I snort out a laugh. “My parents think I’m hanging with Dax.”
“I won’t be able to hold them off forever,” Gemma says with a sigh. “They’re already demanding to know more about my class partner.”
Our lips find each other’s again and there’s no time for talking. We kiss and kiss until it’s too hot in the Rover. My nuts feel like they’re going to burst and it doesn’t help that she keeps rubbing her lithe body over my dick.
This time, when I slip my hand under her hoodie, she arches into my touch. Like a madman, I start yanking at the fabric and before I know it, it’s tossed somewhere in the passenger seat floorboard. Moonlight licks over her silky flesh, making my mouth water. Her breath hitches when I unlatch her bra. Then I tug it away, freeing her glorious tits.
“What if someone sees?” she mutters, breath hot and body quivering.
I cover both of her juicy tits with my hands. “I’ll keep them hidden, Golden.”
This thing between us is burning hot and fast. It’s stupid to keep letting my dick run the show, but I can’t help it. I fucking want her right now more than anything.
“Two,” she whispers. “Please.”
I don’t know what she’s begging for, but I pray to God I can give it to her. Releasing one of her tits, I replace my hand with my mouth. Her whimpers turn into breathy moans as I suck on her pebbled nipple. I slide my other hand between us, finding her pussy through her thin pants. A gasp of shock erupts from her when I find her clit.
“You like that, Golden?”
“Mmhmm.”
I gently bite down on her nipple and tug before releasing it. “Want me inside you?”
“Y-Yes.”
Warning bells are blaring inside my head to slow the fuck down, but I ignore them. I fucking ignore them. The only thing that matters right now is me and Gemma. Our mutually tangled pleasure. My hand finds its way into her pants, bypassing her underwear to get to her pussy. We both make strangled sounds when my fingers reach their destination.
“So fucking smooth,” I rumble, almost angry at how perfect she feels at my touch. “How?”
“Spa day,” she murmurs. “I went this morning with Mom. We like getting waxed.”
At this point, my dick is straining against my jeans, desperately needing to be touched. The thought of slipping and sliding along her slick, smooth pussy lips is nearly maddening.
“I like it,” I growl, easing a finger into her tight body. “A lot.”
She stiffens with my finger inside her and stares at me. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never done anything like this.”
Pre-cum leaks from my dick at her words. Comparing what happened when I was sixteen to now is a difference between night and day. That time was an act. This time is fucking everything. Everything’s so much more alive, hotter, lost to madness.
“I don’t know much either,” I admit, slowly fucking her slick hole with my finger. “I just want to make you feel good.”
She groans and starts meeting the thrust of my finger as she bounces her hips up and down. “When you go deep, it—ah!”
The spongy place inside seems to make her writhe with pleasure, so I reach my long finger to press and massage it. This has her jolting and her body spasming.
“How does this feel?” I ask, mouth resting on her pert tit.
“So good.” She whimpers. “I think I might be able to get off like this.”
I want to strip her down and fuck her right here, right now in my Rover. Somewhere in the depths of this steamy haze, I have the sense to pull back the reins.
Not tonight.
If we go too fast, too soon, we’re going to crash and it could get ugly.
“Come on my finger,” I say and then suck her nipple into my mouth. “Fuck, I can feel you clenching. I bet that’s going to feel fucking fabulous on my cock.”
She moans, clenching harder and quicker. Then she detonates. My dick is throbbing almost painfully in my pants. I ache for some sort of friction. As she trembles with her orgasm, I slowly fuck her with my finger until she collapses against me.
“Oh,” she breathes. “I can’t believe…wow.”
“Yeah, wow.”
I slide my hand out of her pants and then grip onto her hips. She quickly catches on that I still need to feel her. With deliberate movements, she rubs her pussy over my dick. The sensation feels so fucking good.
“I’m going to come in my pants,” I say with a grumble. “I don’t even care right now.”
Our lips fuse together again as she continues on her mission to make me come too. It doesn’t take long before my balls are tightening. Then my cock pulses with thick ropes of cum soaking my underwear.
I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life.
This “dry” sex was a thousand times better than the real sex I had a few years ago. A lot fucking wetter too.
Gemma shivers in my arms. I hug her to me, warming up her back with my palms. She snuggles against me and I feel her smile on my neck. It makes me smile too.
“That was amazing,” she whispers breathily against me. “Thank you.”
I stroke my fingers through her silky hair. “I want my dick to recover so we can do it again.”
She cracks up laughing, which makes me laugh too. We’re lost in our own little world. So much so that when someone knocks on the window, we both scream.
A flashlight shines in the window, causing me to squint away from the light.
“Ma’am, please put your clothing on and step out of the car.”
The man turns around and when my eyes adjust, I realize a damn cop caught us.
“Oh my God,” Gemma hisses. “Oh my God. My dad is going to kill me!”
“Get dressed,” I instruct. “I’ll handle it.”
She snorts as she throws on her bra. “No offense, but I think I better handle it. You’re not exactly great at peopling.”
She has a point there.
Still, I don’t like her facing this cop alone.
“We’ll go together, though.”
“Deal.”
She pulls on her hoodie and then we both climb out. Once she’s safely tucked into my side, I clear my throat.
“We’re decent.”
The cop turns around, frowning. “You can’t have sex up here. How old are you two?”
We both state our ages—legal ages—and the cop relaxes a bit.
“We were just fooling around,” I explain. “Not having sex.”
“Not for lack of trying,” the cop grunts. “Ma’am, you were topless. What’s your name?”
Gemma is silent for a beat and then sighs. “Gemma Park.”
He shines the light rudely in her face. “As in Nathan Park’s daughter?”
“The one and only.”
“Holy shit.” He laughs but plays it off as a cough. “Sorry, this is just…unexpected.”
“Can you please just let us go with a warning?” Gemma asks, voice small. “Me and my boyfriend just wanted a little privacy.”
Boyfriend?
I know it’s part of her innocent act, but it fills my chest with stupid pride.
“Public indecency is a crime, Miss Park. I could haul you in.”
A growl rumbles out of me. “Don’t be a dick, man.”
“Excuse me?” the officer clips out. “I think you best remember who you’re speaking to.”
“He’s just being protective,” Gemma rushes out. “Please, sir. We didn’t mean any harm.”
The officer stares at her for a long, uncomfortable minute without saying a word. I’m getting antsy when he finally speaks.
“I’ll let you go,” he finally says, “but if I ever catch you naked again in public, I’m arresting you and taking you to the station. Got it, little girl?”
I crack my neck, not loving the way he’s speaking to her. My mouth opens, ready to tell him just that, but she nudges me with her elbow.
“Got it, sir. My boyfriend will take me home now.”
My fingers clutch into her hip, drawing her impossibly closer to me. I don’t like the way this dude in uniform rakes his gaze over her.
“What’s your name, Officer?” I demand through gritted teeth. “And how did you suddenly stumble upon us?”
The man stiffens and narrows his eyes. “I’ll be asking the questions around here, young man.”
“Officer…” Gemma says, lifting her hands in a placating gesture, waiting for him to fill in the blank.
“Brandt,” the officer grunts. “I patrol this area.”
“Thank you, Officer Brandt, for being so nice about such an embarrassing thing. I swear it won’t happen again.”
He keeps his eyes trained on her face for another long couple of seconds before nodding. “Off you go, sweetheart. I’ll even keep this from your daddy.”
With a wink and a nod, he starts back for his police cruiser. I have the urge to go after him and kick him in the balls. Gemma must sense this because she places a palm on my chest.
“I think I better go home now,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry this turned into a mess.”
I slide my palm to her ass and give it a squeeze. “Yeah, Golden, let’s get you home. Some of us need to change our goddamn underwear.”
She giggles and it’s music to my ears.
Fuck Officer Brandt for raining on our parade.
It wasn’t a total loss, though. We both got off, and apparently, she’s my girlfriend. I’d say it was a pretty good evening after all.