by Korry Smith
“Fuck!” He buried his face in my neck. “So tight.”
My body was making my boyfriend feel good. That’s what set it off for me. Shifting my ass downward and lifting my legs up, I put myself in a position where he could go deeper. He lifted his head up and crashed his mouth to mine, but in the way his tongue moved chaotically, he was losing himself with every thrust.
I knew he was close, but when I looked up to watch him come, he furrowed his brow with intense concentration. Alex was trying to hold out for me, but as much as it felt right, I was too nervous and unsure of myself to relax enough to come again.
“Baby,” I said, quietly. “I want you to go.”
“No,” Alex grunted.
He slowed down between us and touched my swollen nub, which was still tender, but he gently rubbed it and made circular motions with his fingertips. That rush of heat and tingles were there again.
I closed my eyes and moaned. “Mmm.”
The feel of him inside me changed. It wasn’t foreign anymore. The girth of him caressed every inch of me, and it felt more than just amazing, it was dizzying, star-in-the-eyes, fantastic. My pussy was wetter, slicker, and he slid in and out of me with ease. Alex was pounding me harder than before, and our skins smacked against each other. A few times he came completely out, slipping up between my slit, and we both rushed to put him back in. Our fingers touching briefly, drenched by our lust, affected us both.
I whimpered, bucking my hips up, wanting and needing more of him.
“Fuck!” Alex yelled. “You feel so good.”
Everything came crashing down. The car vibrated and pulsated beneath us as Alex’s fingers rubbed and loved me. The sensation of him pushing in and out, going so deep until our bodies were one. Combine that with his words, and his lips, kissing me with all the passion in the world. That’s all I could handle, and my inner walls clenched tightly around him as my orgasm rippled through me.
This time, I didn’t push him away. The tingle started at the clit, moved down to my lips, and pushed inside me with a long, hard thrust of his cock.
I clawed at his back and moaned. “Oh…”
It echoed across the desert and scared the coyotes. Alex lips collided with mine to shut me up. He fucked me harder and faster, grasping at my hips and pushing me across the hood of the car. I took hold of his ring in between my teeth and tugged on it, taking all his bottom lip into my mouth.
Alex grunted and cursed, ‘Fuck, baby,’ sliding into me a few more times, in and out, until his pace slowed down to a gradual stop.
Twitching and jerking inside me, I felt the pulsation and tightened around him. Alex tried to keep himself propped on his elbows, but eventually, he got too tired, and his forehead fell to my chest. We were both out of breath and covered in sweat.
“Holy shit,” he panted.
“I know...” Running my hands through his damp hair, I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but it was too soon. I didn’t want him to think that I was some crazy stage-five clinger, or that I was saying it because he’d deflowered me.
So, I kept my damn mouth shut and confessed my love for him in my head.
I love you.
I love you, Alex.
I’m so in love with you.
He scooted himself up and kissed me, gentle and slow. It was silent; there was nothing to hear but the purring car and our thumping hearts.
Then it happened.
The police scanner put out the call about a stolen 2008 black Lamborghini Gallardo. They had the location due to the GPS in the car, and all available units in the area were heading our way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Alex banged his fist on the hood of the car and shot his eyes up at me. “Baby, we got to go.”
Chapter Seven
Our time was up.
Scrambling off the car, Alex tossed me my shorts as he pulled up his jeans. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I had an awful cramp in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t out of excitement or arousal, but fear. I was in a panic and flipping out. The cops were on their way to arrest us. I knew it. We’d stayed too long and pressed our luck.
“Here, Madison.” Alex gave me a microfiber towel. “Wipe down everything in the car, okay?” He was already using his shirt to wipe down the outside. I stood there for a moment in a daze while he worked like a bee around me. “Hey.” His sweet lips brought me back to the present. “You gotta hurry, baby. We don’t have much time.”
“Right.” I dove into the car and started to clean everything: the steering wheel, the gear shift, the seats, and the touch display. Just everything. Not one spot missed, and when I thought I got it all, I wiped it down again for good measure.
Pulling myself upright, I barely missed another bang to the head by the Lambo door. Alex was standing right beside me, his eyes off in the distance. It was quiet, besides our heavy breathing. There was no overhead helicopters or police cruisers heading our way, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t going to be.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I pulled my tank top over my head and stuffed the towel in my back pocket.
“Good.” Gripping my hand tightly, he tugged me forward. “Now, we’re going to run over to that housing district. Can you run?”
“Yeah, just lead the way.”
The desert field was dark, isolated, and giving off a false sense of security. My feet hammered the ground as I tried to keep up with Alex. He was faster, had longer legs, and it felt as though he was ditching me. The firm grasp on my hand told me otherwise.
The pain in my chest from the exertion was a killer. It throbbed, and I gasped for air, trying to get some needed oxygen into my blood. The housing district seemed like it was miles away instead of a hundred yards. My flip-flops were curling under me, I kept stumbling, and was going to croak of fatigue long before we reach that stucco cookie-cutter island. But when I turned and saw the headlights in the distance behind us, I got another wave of adrenaline and ran with a fury.
We came to a brick wall that was six feet high. Alex bent down and interlocked his fingers. Motioning for me, he held his hands out to give me a boost. Stepping up on his palms, he lifted me up with a quick jerk, and my hands grabbed the top of the wall. I floundered there for a moment, so tired from all the running, but then Alex placed his hands on my ass and pushed me the rest of the way.
I gripped the edge, and the hard plaster was stabbing my fingers, while my legs were dangling. Finally, letting go, I landed hard on my feet. Cursing myself for wearing these two-dollar sandals, I rubbed the pain out of my shins.
Less than a second later, Alex was over the wall and landing gracefully on his feet beside me.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Now that we were both safely out of the view of the car, I followed rule number two on Alex’s list: be aware of your surroundings. The district, with stone castles and two-story structures, had a community park with a large grass field, and next to the hill was a playground.
It looked like the perfect place to raise kids.
Alex spotted a man-made lake to our right and walked towards it. He pulled out his gun and wiped it off with the bottom of his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I can’t be caught with this,” he said, tossing it in the water. It hit the surface with a splash and sunk into the shallow abyss. He strode back up to me with a frown. “I fucking loved that gun.”
If he was that distraught over his every day, a piece of shit, 9mm Glock, I wondered how he would have handled the loss if had it been his Colt.
If he was that distraught over his every day, a piece of shit, 9mm Glock, I wondered how he would have handled the loss if had it been his Colt.
He intertwined his fingers in mine and squeezed. “We need to get out of here.”
The housing district was a gated community, but I snorted at the concept. How did it give any safety? Unless there was an electrical fence with barb wire on the top, you weren’t going to keep a
nyone out.
Alex let go of my hand and took out his cell. He dialed a number as we walked through the streets and pressed the flip phone to his ear. I watched him curiously as he wiped off the metal Slim Jim with the microfiber towel and erased all traces of our fingerprints. He threw it to the side of him, over a fence, and into someone’s backyard.
“Hey!” Alex said, but not to me. “We’re in shit up to our armpits.”
It was Len on the other line, and I knew this because he was louder than anyone I’d ever known.
“You didn’t ditch the car when I fucking told you to, did you?”
“No,” Alex said shamefully, wiping down the police scanner and throwing it into someone else’s backyard.
The dogs started barking, and he yanked on my arm, speeding up my pace.
“So, what did you do, Alex, huh? Fuck her on the hood?”
“No,” Alex lied, glancing down at me to see if I was listening.
I kept my head forward.
“Bullshit you fucking liar! You fucking fucked her, and now you’re both fucked.”
Alex sighed. “It doesn’t matter, all right? They can’t prove shit. We cleaned the car. They won’t be able to lift any prints.”
“What about her hair, dip shit? You know that they do that CSI shit all the time. Did you fucking vacuum out the car?”
“Don’t be stupid,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. He was wiping off the last piece of evidence tying us to the car and threw it over another fence.
“No, you’ve got stupid covered. If you get pinched tonight, call fucking Sawyer to come bail you out. I’ve got plans with Dev. You know, fucking a girl that won’t land me five to ten.”
“What? But I need you to come get us, man. We’re stranded, and you’ve got my fucking car!” Alex argued, already losing his patience.
“I told you. I’m busy. Call Sawyer.”
“Fucker!” Alex snapped his phone shut. He looked down at me with a weak, unconvincing smile. “He’s an asshole. We don’t need him.”
“How are we going to get home?”
A helicopter flew over our heads, and I could hear sirens in the distance. Alex clenched his jaw, his eyes searching around us, looking for an escape route. We were standing in the middle of the street and to our immediate right was a clubhouse. He ran up to the double glass doors, leaving me for a moment, and yanked on them. They came open, and he waved me over.
All the lights were off, but the air conditioner was working wonders on my heated skin. I pulled my hair into a ponytail to allow the cold air overhead to chill the sweat on my neck.
“I need to go to the bathroom and get rid of this condom.” Alex bent his knees to get on my level. He placed his hands on my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, grasping a hold of his forearms. “I’m just trying not to freak out.”
“We’ll be fine. The law can’t prove anything if they don’t have any evidence, right?” He kissed my lips softly and all too briefly. “We’re not doing time for this. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
He smiled, kissing me one more time before jogging to the bathroom. It was quiet, and I stood there awkwardly, switching from foot to foot, chewing on my nails. The pool table in one of the side rooms to my right gave me an onslaught of memories. So much had changed since that day. What seemed like a decision for survival to trust him that night, I realized that it was about more than just breathing or even having food in my stomach.
It was about him.
Alex was the center of my universe, and as dependent and unhealthy as that sounded, I knew that without him, I would be dead.
Strolling out of the bathroom, Alex was on the phone again and talking to Sawyer. “Thanks, man. I’ll see you in twenty. You’re some fucking clairvoyant, all right. Yeah, eat me, asshole. Bye.” He hung up the phone and looked at me. “You ready?”
“As ever as I am going to be, I guess.”
He smiled sadly, taking my hand, and leading me towards the exit of the clubhouse. “Sawyer is going to pick us up at the gas station on the corner. We just got to make it there without getting picked up by the cops.”
“Oh, okay,” I said. “Sounds easy enough.”
Even though Alex and I were in deep shit, running from the cops on foot, I felt safer and protected with him by my side. He was my gated community. No matter what, I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
Stopping short of the door, he looked out the window and checked one last time to see if the coast was clear. After a moment of nothing, he decided it was secure enough for us to make our escape. It didn’t take us long to get out of the housing district and back up on the main road. The gas station was a short five-minute walk.
We might make it out of this.
That was until a police cruiser crept around the corner and drove towards us. My heart dropped into my stomach and my body tensed with anxiety. The air left my lungs with a choking gasp, causing me to breathe through my nose at a deep and rapid pace.
I was close to hyperventilating.
“Fuck me,” Alex said, gripping my hand tightly. “Act casual.”
“I am acting casual,” I said, my voice shaking.
The car slowed, and the cop shined his flashlight out the side window. We both looked over, knowing ignoring his obtrusiveness would only raise suspicion. He flipped on his lights, a blinking red and blue, and pulled up to the curb.
“Fucking perfect,” Alex growled, stopping mid-step. He looked down at me before we turned and faced our fate. “Listen, Madi. We just look suspicious. They can’t prove anything, all right?”
“Okay,” I said, surprisingly steady.
The cop was a tall man, thick in stature, and reminded me of Len. You could tell that the years of being a beat officer had taken a toll on him. He had a wrinkled forehead from all the constant worry and stress, and his eyes were tired and worn down. The white irises, probably once a blue, and as beautiful as Alex’s eyes, now hidden behind puffy bags and dark circles.
“Evening, folks.” He had his hand resting on the butt of his gun as he stepped onto the sidewalk. “What are you guys doing out here so late?”
“We’re coming from a party,” Alex said.
The cop pulled out his penlight and flashed it into Alex’s eyes. “Have you been drinking?”
He never flinched. “No, sir.”
“How about you?” the cop asked, shining a light in my eyes.
I squinted, raising my hand up to block some of the brightness out. “No, sir.”
Still unconvinced, he barked. “Raise your arms to your sides.” Alex and I did as he instructed, and the cop patted us down. “Do you have any weapons or drugs on you?”
“No, sir,” we both answered.
He stood back from us; his body more relaxed knowing we weren’t armed. “Do you know anything about a stolen Lamborghini abandoned not too far from here?”
“No, sir. Is that what all the hoopla is about?” Alex gestured towards the helicopter hovering overhead and the distant police sirens.
“That’s right.” The cop looked over at me with his eyes narrowed. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” I squeaked, giving myself away.
“I’m going to need to see some IDs.”
My guy pulled out his license from his wallet and handed it over.
“Alexander Ryan?” The cop mused and clicked his tongue. “Why does that sound familiar?”
Alex shrugged and replied with heavy sarcasm. “Maybe because it’s a common name?”
“I would watch your tone,” the cop snapped, his eyes darting over at me. “Where’s your ID, miss?”
“I left it at home,” I said—which wasn’t the truth. Susan and Terry had it, and they were not my home.
“What’s your name?” he asked, taking out a notepad and pen.
“Madison Perez,” I said.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Alex smiling at me.
“I
’m going to check this out. Do either one of you have any outstanding warrants that I should know about?”
“No, sir,” Alex and I said at the same time.
The cop walked away and sat in his car to run our names in the system. Alex took a step towards me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me close.
“Madison Perez?” He bent down and whispered into my ear. “Mi hermoso amor, mi amado, mi corazón desgarrado.”
His Spanish was fluent and flowed seamlessly.
I smiled at him, finding him even sexier than before—if that was even possible. “What does that mean?”
“My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart,” he said, those eyes of his boring into mine.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, Mr. Ryan?”
He leaned in to kiss me. “You have no idea.”
“Well,” the cop said, interrupting us, and we both split apart. “You’ve checked out fine,” he said to Alex, handing him back his license, but when it came to me. “I’m taking you in.”
I did a double-take. “What?”
“Your parents reported you as a runaway three months ago. I’m taking you in.”
Alex stood frozen; too shocked to move. His eyes searched mine, wanting me to answer why this was happening. Calling the police on me wasn’t something I expected Terry and Susan to do. It must have been about controlling me or refusing to let me win.
“Put your hands behind your back,” the cop instructed as he slapped cuffs around my wrists.
“Ouch.” I winced from the pain as the hard, unyielding metal dug into my skin. It tightened and strangled me every time I moved.
Alex seeing my discomfort was what jolted him back to life.
“Dude!” He advanced on the cop. “Come on. Are the cuffs necessary?”
“She’s in violation of the law,” he said, grabbing me by the arm and tilting his head to the side. “What is your relationship with her?”
Alex didn’t hesitate. “She’s my girlfriend.”
The cop scoffed. “You do realize that this child is underage, right? It’s a serious offense to be having a sexual relationship with a minor. Do you understand that?”
