I reached my hand down, moving it under my dress. I began to lightly rub myself over my panties, rubbing in circles over my clitoris. I thought about his cock inside of me, and I began to moan. I doubled my effort to suck Ian off. He groaned as we traveled, obviously enjoying himself. I relished the thought of him enjoying my body more once we stopped.
I lost track of where we were going. I just closed my eyes, sucked on his cock, and played with myself. The thought of us hurtling toward a place where Ian would fuck me was very exciting, and just managed to turn me on even more. I slipped a finger under the fabric of my panties and began to directly touch my clit.
I was just wondering if I was going to get to suck on him long enough to make him climax in my mouth when suddenly, he said, “Hold on.” He put his arm around my shoulder, steadying me as we slowed down. I wouldn't call it a screeching halt, but he was definitely in a hurry to get there. He turned off the engine.
I popped my head up to take a look around, and Ian shoved my head back down. “Keep sucking for a moment,” he said. Him being in control, putting me exactly where he wanted me, turned me on so much. I began rubbing my clit even harder.
“This dress is fantastic,” he said. “It's been driving me wild all day.”
I did nothing but moan in appreciation.
“You knew what kind of effect it was going to have on me, didn't you?”
I just made a little mmm hmm sound and kept sucking. His huge cock completely filled my mouth, and I was glad that he hadn't made me take it any deeper than I already was.
“I'm going to fuck you in that little dress, did you know that?”
I made the mmm hmm sound again, and that seemed to set him off. He pulled up on my hair, and the little bit of pain made me gasp. I eagerly accepted his kiss, and he hungrily pawed at my body.
“Get in the back seat,” he demanded. I grinned and eagerly went to go out the door. “No,” he said, and pulled me back. “Crawl past the center console.”
His voice sent shivers down my spine. I began to go back to the back seat. His hand slid up my leg, making my dress ride up as I went back there. “Do you know how much I wanted you when I saw your skirt riding up the other night?”
I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him. His eyes were fixated on my ass, and he started to work his fingers under my underwear. “I do,” I said. He moved his eyes to mine. “I know you wanted it bad enough that you jerked off to it in the shower the next day.”
He looked embarrassed for a moment, then gave me a wolfish grin. He got out of his driver's side door and opened the passenger side door. His cock was still hanging out of his pants, looking hard enough to impale me.
“Hey!” I cried. “Why do I have to crawl back here while you get to go the normal way?”
“Because,” he said, then got in. His hands were back on my ass immediately, making my skirt ride up. I was still on my hands and knees and got comfortable against the back seat, allowing him to explore my ass.
“Turn around,” he commanded. I eagerly turned around, still on my hands and knees. He knelt on the seat, his feet still hanging out the passenger side door. I felt a little self-conscious even though nobody was around. Still, his cock was in my face, and I knew what he wanted. I stuck his cock in my mouth and began to suck on it again. His appreciative moan was all the thanks I needed.
After a moment, he pulled out of my mouth. He pulled on my arms until I was in his lap. I felt his hands under my dress, searching for my underwear. I thought he was going to try to pull them to the side, but he didn't bother. He just tore a hole in them, rending them just as surely as he had my previous pair.
This time I didn't even protest. He had positioned himself at the entrance of my already abused pussy already, and it seemed like he slid in without any resistance at all. I moaned as he spread me open, still shocked at how big he felt inside of me.
We writhed against each other for a few moments before he seemed to pick me up and then lean back into the seat. I was on top of him, and he closed his eyes as I began to bounce on him. His hands went to my tits over my dress, playing with them as he enjoyed the pleasure I was giving him. I put my hands in my hair and began to moan.
One of my hands strayed down to the bottom of my dress, pulling it up and exposing him fucking my body. “Open your eyes,” I said. He did so, and eagerly feasted his eyes on him thrusting through my ruined panties. He let out an animal groan and thrusted even harder, making my jaw drop and me moan with pleasure again.
He lifted me up off his cock. “Get back on your hands and knees,” he said with gritted teeth. I loved this Ian, the man who put me exactly where he wanted me. I got back on my hands and knees and he pulled my panties down further, bringing the torn remnants of my panties down to my knees. He pulled my dress up, throwing it up over my back and exposing my entire ass, before skewering me with that cock of his.
I gasped as my face fell to the seat of the Jeep. Immediately, I began to moan loudly. My hand went to my clit and I started to play with it, even as my other hand struggled to keep my body upright with him slamming into me with all the force that it was. I loved how deep he was penetrating me.
Suddenly, he grabbed my legs and pulled, forcing them to straighten out. My feet hung out of the open car door as he pushed me into a completely laying position, never slowing down his fucking. My fingers were now right on my clit, and he was going even deeper than before.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, fuck me. Come inside of me,” I said.
I knew he was close when he began to grunt. I could feel him swell within me, and I felt my body open up in preparation. My fingers flicked my clitoris as fast as they could, and I felt my eyes roll into my head.
Suddenly, he went as deep as he could, and I felt his balls pressing against my ass as he emptied himself into me. I felt every inch of his cock as it pushed my vagina open even wider, spraying its seed all over the place and making a mess. I felt my own body respond, drawing him even deeper as it moved to accept more and more of his seed. I felt my orgasm contracting my body, bringing his fluids closer and closer to my fertile eggs.
He kept thrusting for a few more moments, pressing me into the seat as he did so. I couldn't help but moan with every spasm of both my orgasm and his, and I knew that he was also in the throes of ecstasy. I never wanted it to end. I wanted him to stay within me forever.
For a moment, I almost convinced myself that he could.
Chapter Six
I flattened myself against the seat, panting and breathing hard. The fabric of the back seat wasn't the most comfortable place to be pressed against, but I wouldn't have changed it for the world. This was where I wanted to be more than anything.
“Shit...” Ian whispered as he pulled out of my body. I could already feel his seed leaking out of me, but that was the least of my worries. I glanced around, trying to cover myself in case someone had seen us.
“What? What is it?” I ask, panicking a little. I couldn't move with Ian on my body like this, though. It would be bad if anyone caught us. Very bad. The whole conservative little town would freak. Not to mention what our parents would think, our friends...
“I didn't use a condom,” he said sheepishly. “Again. I just can't seem to think around you. I didn't even ask...”
I laughed, a little giddy with relief. That I could handle. A condom? That was the least of my fears.
“I would have stopped you if it was actually a problem. Besides, you can't get pregnant your first time,” I said, thinking my joke was actually funny for a moment. Then, I nearly clapped my hand over my mouth. That was not a good thing to say. Ian didn't know that I was a virgin and this was not exactly the ideal time to tell him. To be honest, it was two days ago or never.
Ian chuckled. “This wasn't your first time, genius.”
I shrugged. “Right, because, you know, that's the part that mattered in my untrue statement.” I hoped that hand-wave was vague enough that he wouldn't press me.
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sp; Ian let out a happy sigh. I watched the sunlight dapple through the thick trees and spill onto the car, filling everything with a warm green and yellow light. He got up off me, and the two of us got back into a sitting position. He tucked his now-softening cock into his pants.
“When did you lose your virginity?” Ian asked, watching the light play. “Please tell me it wasn't with that douche-bag, Aiden.”
“No, it wasn't with him,” I replied honestly. “We never got that far thanks to a certain someone scaring him away.” I elbowed him in the ribs to drive home exactly who that certain someone was.
“Be glad,” Ian replied. “Guy had no stamina.”
“And you know this how?” I teased. “Personal experience?”
“With a few of his girlfriends, yes.” He grinned, cockiness exuding from every pore of his well muscled body. “Someone had to show them a good time.”
“You are such a jerk,” I said, rolling my eyes. But I believed it. Ian had never lacked for company in high school, and I recalled hearing plenty of drama around him and just who was sleeping with him.
“So, who was it?” Ian pressed, going back to the original topic. “Anyone I know?”
I shifted uncomfortably in the seat. I didn't want to lie to him. Oh, it was just some guy at art school sounded lame and unbelievable in my head. Besides, he could always tell when I was lying. I was pretty sure it was part of his Army training, but Ian could smell a lie a mile away.
“I don't really want to talk about it,” I said instead, reaching for my dress and pulling it over my head.
“Oh, come on, Hayley,” Ian whined. “I'll go first. My first time was with Maria Sanchez, in the backseat of her dad's car at a drive in.”
“Thanks for sharing.” I searched the floor for my underwear. I knew he had been with dozens of girls. I'd heard him through the wall enough times to have a better idea than most, but still, just hearing him say another woman's name made my chest hurt.
“Hayley, I promise I won't laugh. I won't judge.” He held up his hand like he was swearing an oath. “Believe it or not, I just want to know more about you.”
“I don't want to talk about it, okay?” I slammed one foot into my panties once I found them by the door. “Can we just go home now?”
Ian stared at me for a second, confused at my sudden mood swing.
“Alright, fine,” he said, confusion filling his voice. “Let's go home.”
“Thanks.”
He grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the car. I didn't know how he could dress so fast, but by the time I was back in the passenger seat, he was already dressed and starting the car.
We drove back in silence, unsure of what to talk about. Luckily it was a short drive, and we were back in the garage before the silence was unbearable.
He stopped the car, staring at the garage wall for a moment before turning to me. His eyes were wide, the blue bright against the white of his eyes, and he was pale.
“It was me, wasn't it?” he asked, his voice so low I almost didn't hear him.
I sat stone still for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face. I didn't want to see his pity. I was twenty-one years old and still a virgin. That was embarrassment enough. “Yes.”
I could feel the air rush out of him. We sat there in silence for a moment too long.
“Ian, it's no big deal, okay?” I said, opening my eyes and taking a big breath. “Really, it's not.”
I looked over at him, expecting to see one of his condescending grins and ready for him to make jokes at my expense. A virgin at twenty-one and taken by her stepbrother. The jokes practically wrote themselves.
“If I had known, I never... Hayley, you have to believe me, I never meant...” His eyes were dark and panic covered his face. His mouth was open in disbelief and he ran a hand through his hair as he tried to process. The disbelief slowly morphed into self-hatred.
“It really isn't a big deal, Ian.”
“It's a big fucking deal, Hayley. You were a virgin! The things I did to you...” He shook his head, clearly remembering how rough our first time had been. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle to start...” he had said to me before fucking my brains out.
He shook his head again. “That's not how a first time should be.”
“It was perfect, Ian. Really,” I said, suddenly afraid of how he was taking this. He opened the door to get out, slamming it behind him. It took my breath away.
“It's not okay, Hayley.” Regret and shame were written all over his face. “This was a bad idea. We never should have done this. It has got to stop.”
His words shook me straight to my core. I shook my head, unsure of what was happening and when I looked up, he was already inside the house. I quickly followed him, dread filling my heart at what was going to happen.
“Ian, wait!” I called out. He was already to the stairs.
“No.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, feeling a little hurt and confused. Ten minutes ago, we had been aglow with after-sex joy, and now he was glaring at me and looking like he had just kicked his favorite dog.
“Shower.”
I was not a fan of these one word answers. I took a step toward him. “Want some company?”
His hands tightened and his shoulders crept up. When he finally spoke, his voice was strained. Not just strained, a slight shake trembled through his words. There he was, all six-foot one with a tour in Iraq and another in Afghanistan, with a scrawny girl making his voice shake.“We can't do this, Hayley.”
“Yes, we can.” I took another step forward and his shoulders tightened further. Something in my chest was tightening, preparing me for the pain I knew had to be coming but didn't want to face yet. “Ian...”
He ran his hand through his short hair, the movement conveying pure frustration. His eyes finally met mine and I could see only despair.
“I shouldn't have done this,” he said, begging me to understand. His gaze settled on the very short hem of his shirt on my thighs and he licked his lips. The shook his head as if it took everything he had. “I just...”
“Please, Ian...” I whispered, stepping forward and pushing my chest out a little. My body ached to be with him. I remembered our time in the shower earlier and I wanted it again. I wanted to feel him come inside me again.
“No, Hayley.” His voice grew stronger and his eyes went steely as honor and desire warred within him. Honor won. “It's wrong. You deserve so much better. So much fucking better. And it's not me.”
With that, he turned and fled up the stairs, two at a time. I didn't dare move until I heard the water start. I didn't want to believe it. That he would leave me hanging like this. That he would turn me down with nothing more than a “it's wrong.”
My heart shaking in my chest, I climbed the stairs. For those hours last night, I had felt closer to him than I had ever felt to anyone in my entire life. I knew I sounded like a silly high school girl, but I could feel it in my bones that I would never feel this way about anyone ever again. Ian was the only one who made me feel this way.
I stood in front of the bathroom door, listening to the stream of water. With a tentative hand, I reached out and tried the handle to the bathroom. Unlike yesterday, when I had walked in on him, the door really was locked this time. He had locked me out. A horrible sob welled up in my throat and I covered my mouth to keep it trapped inside. He didn't want me.
I ran to my own bedroom and crashed into the bed, sobbing and defeated.
Chapter Seven
I cried for what seemed like forever.
The high pitched tone of a weather warning made me look down at my phone. Another big thunderstorm was set to roll in this evening. I glanced outside, surprised to see that it was already afternoon. I had completely lost track of time, but apparently time hadn't stopped.
I dismissed the warning and saw a missed call and a text from Dad.
Keep the front porch light on for us tonight, we're com
ing home early.
Apparently, things weren't going well on that front either. The only reason for them to come home early was because they had finally realized what everyone else already knew. Their marriage was over. I sighed, wishing that the sadness taking over my body would leave with the breath out, but it didn't. Maybe our two families just weren't meant to be together.
I set the phone down and got myself out of bed. I had work to do, regardless of how I felt emotionally. I tried to even remember what it is I had to do, though I knew I was doing something when Ian came in yesterday and changed my life forever.
Yesterday already seemed like a lifetime ago, but I remembered that I had been editing pictures. I could do that. Unfortunately, the first pictures that popped up were yesterday's pictures of the Little League football team. I turned off my monitor quickly, but not before he had wormed his way inside of my brain again.
I couldn't stop thinking about how he made me feel. How he had felt inside of me. How we had fit together so perfectly.
He wouldn't talk to me. I had listened for him to get out of the shower, but he must have used that escape and evasion training to get out without talking to me. He had locked the door to his room and wouldn't reply to my texts. On myFace, my messages were marked as “read” but there were no replies. Nothing. It made my heart hurt and my eyes blurry.
Hayley, focus. You'll get over this, I told myself. You have other work to do. I really did have a backlog of family portraits to edit and get to customers. However, without thinking, I kept opening the pictures from yesterday. The boys playing with Ian and their smiles on my screen. Ian's smile. Particularly the one with him emerging from the pile of children. He was so happy. So damn happy and handsome that it made the ache in my chest close to unbearable, but I couldn't stop looking.
I knew I should close the picture. Delete it. That it was just making me more miserable than I already was, but I couldn't seem to close the window. I couldn't get rid of him.
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