We were quiet on the way to his car. If I would have known the day would have ended like that, I would have had my mom pick me up. "Not again," I huffed when seeing Jonathan in the parking lot.
"I knew I would find you two together," Jonathan growled, tossing the burnt cigarette in a puddle.
Darrel gently held my wrist, holding me back. "He was just helping me with my work," I explained, becoming upset over his inability to leave me alone. "What are you doing here? There's no one around for you to embarrass me in front of," I said, crossing my arms, looking at the empty parking lot.
"Go away, Darrel," Jonathan ordered, lowering his head, watching the splashes of water as he kicked his foot.
"He doesn't have to go anywhere. And I don't have anything to talk to you about." I took Darrel's hand and walked to his car. "Darrel is taking me home and I don't want you following us. Just leave me alone, Jonathan," I cried, wiping the tears under my eyes.
"I'll take you home." Jonathan slowly walked toward us.
I looked at him, shaking my head. "How could you think after what you did to me, after you embarrassed me in front of the entire school, I would want to go anywhere with you?"
"Carmen, please," he whispered, taking my hand, leading me away from Darrel. I knew Darrel was pissed, wanted to get me as far away from Jonathan as possible. "I'm sorry for earlier," he whispered, holding my hand, caressing it softly like he used to. "Seeing you talking to Ethan after what he did just set me off."
I pulled my hand away. "What do you mean after what he did?" I shouted, closing my fists tight. "That's your problem. Instead of pointing fingers at yourself, you want to blame other people." I relaxed my hands and looked at him. "I just need space, Jonathan. After everything you've done, all we've been through, that's the least you can do."
He pinched his lips together after licking them. "Okay, space," he whispered, stepping back. He looked at Darrel and I could see his jaw working. "I'll give you your space," he said to me, but he was still looking at Darrel.
I went with Darrel to his car and sighed, fighting the urge to look back at Jonathan. I sat in the car and put my book bag on the floor in between my feet when Darrel handed it to me. "Are you okay?" he asked, sitting in his seat.
I nodded my head, pinching my lips tight, biting them together. He pulled out of the parking space and my eyes looked up to see Jonathan sitting on the trunk of his car staring at the car as we slowly drove away. "No," I cried, holding my stomach as I cried uncontrollably.
"Shit," he breathed, turning the corner and pulled over. "Carmen," he whispered, rubbing my back. I looked down, watching the tear drop to my shoes. "I hate that he's doing this to you." He held me, squeezing me tight as I cried against his chest.
"I don't know what I'm doing. Everything was so simple three days ago. I was madly in love with him and I thought he felt the same about me." I wiped the tears under my eyes when he kissed the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair. "Maybe I should just get back together with him. Maybe it won't hurt anymore."
He let go of me and looked at me. "You can't do that."
"Why not?" I breathed, seeing Jonathan's face when I closed my eyes as if I stared into the sun.
"Because he doesn't deserve you," he answered, caressing my cheek with his thumb. He stared at me, breathing hard before kissing me. He pressed his lips hard against mine, taking my breath away. I breathed hard through my nose as I kissed him back. "You can't get back together with him, because I want you," he whispered, staring into my watery eyes.
"But what about what you said about losing your job?" Stupid, I thought, hating myself for asking him that, for reminding him what was standing in our way.
He ran his fingers through my hair and held the back of my head to kiss me again. Oh, god how I've dreamt about that moment, wanted it more than anything before going out with Jonathan. "I don't want to regret not showing you how amazing you are." He smiled and held my hand as he pulled back into the street. I couldn't stop smiling, couldn't forget the feel of his lips against mine.
After our kiss all I wanted to do was be with him. He was trying to make me forget about Jonathan and there was no doubt it worked. "I don't want to go home," I whispered, rubbing his forearm as he drove in the direction of my house.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, looking in between me and the road. I took his hand and put it in between my thighs. It felt like I was dreaming, there was no way what happened was real. He let out a hard breath and squeezed my inner thigh, making me whimper from the pressure of his grip.
"God, I want you, Darrel."
He looked up at the street sign before making a right turn down an abandoned shopping center. He parked the car and turned off the ignition before grabbing me by my waist, twisting his body to face me, kissing me hard. "God," he breathed, resting his forehead against the curve of my neck.
"You can't have any regrets now," I whispered, slouching against the seat, gripping his hair in between my fingers.
He pushed his seat back and pulled me into his lap. "No, no regrets," he whispered, holding my hips before kissing me. I was in heaven. I thought there was nothing better than Jonathan, nothing that could make me feel so amazing. The way I felt in his arms, his lips felt against mine, I knew I was wrong.
I broke our kiss and looked down at him. "Don't make me wait," I begged, lifting up my skirt over my hips. I wanted him, needed him. I closed my eyes tight when he slowly lifted my shirt, exposing my bra. He looked over me, exploring every inch before kissing the lace fabric of my bra. "Oh my god," I moaned, throwing my head back when he pulled down my bra and took my entire nipple in his mouth. I bit my bottom lip and looked down at him as my nipple disappeared in between his lips. His eyes met mine as he sucked on it, lapping his tongue against my flesh. "God, don't stop," I breathed, slowly rocking my hips, getting a grunt from him as response. "I want your cock inside me." The words sparked an instant reaction. "Oh, yes," I purred when feeling his hand in between my legs, rubbing hard against my pussy, teasing me. "Please," I begged, rocking against his hand, wanting more, much more. "Let me fuck you, Darrel. Let me come so hard for you."
"Fuck, Carmen," he huffed, squeezing my breast hard, holding it against his cheek. My panties were so wet against my flesh I couldn't stand it. The pain of wanting him so much made it harder to think straight, to plan my course of action. I knew I wanted him. I pulled at the zipper of his slacks, feeling his cock hard as I pulled and tugged at the crotch of his pants. I bit my bottom lip as I sprung him free, watched his eyes clench tight as I worked my hand up and down, squeezing his shaft tight on my way up. "Oh god," he grunted, resting his head on the headrest. I leaned forward to kiss the curve of his neck while I continued milking him, stroking him until I was truly ready. He moaned and breathed hard, rocking against the back of the chair.
"Oh, yes," I moaned when rubbing his cock against the fabric of my panties, feeling his head stretch the material as it fought its way inside. I moved my panties to the side. "Oh god," I moaned when slowly sliding onto his cock. It was more than I imagined as he filled me.
"Oh my god," he groaned, closing his eyes tight, gripping the steering wheel tight. "Oh my god," he repeated. I bit my lip to keep my screams from drowning out the sounds of my wet pussy swallowing his cock. I grabbed the back of his head, rocking slow and long circles against his lap. "You feel so... God, so fucking amazing," he breathed, grabbing my hips, pulling me harder against him.
"Oh, shit," I breathed, resting my forehead against his when feeling my orgasm hit me like a tornado. "Oh yes, Darrel, yes," I cried, holding my body still against his as my orgasm came in waves. By that point my ears were ringing so loud I couldn't hear a thing. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me, holding my lower back as his hips thrust up to meet me, fucking me while I tried to catch my breath.
"Carmen," he breathed into my chest, holding me tighter, breathing hard as he continued rocking against the leather seat. He leaned me back against the steering wheel before sucking at my breast. Being with him, feeling him deep inside made me want to come again and again. "Fuck, baby," he grunted through a locked jaw, squeezing my hips tight, lifting me up and down. His hand disappeared for a second between the door and his seat. "Oh, yes," he breathed when the seat reclined back, making it easier for me to ride him and I did. I rolled my hips hard, feeling his cock deeper each time. "Come again for me, baby," he huffed, closing his eyes, squeezing my breasts. I bit my bottom lip as I laid on top of him, moving my hips up and down. "Oh god," he grunted, holding me hard against him. He looked in my eyes before kissing me hard, holding the back of my head.
"Oh, god," I moaned, rocking faster and harder against him, hitting the steering wheel with my ass, coming again. "Oh, Darrel," I breathed, gripping his hair in between my fingers. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back and kissed my neck. His breath was hot and fast. I knew he was close and I wanted to feel every bit of him. "Yes," I whimpered, clenching hard around his cock. "Come for me. I want it all." The words were enough as he held my hips down, raised his to meet me. He buckled and tensed his body, shooting waves of cum inside me. Just feeling it made me come again. "Oh god," I breathed, collapsing on top of him. We were both out of breath, hot from the windows sealing in our hard breathing, but we didn't care. We just stayed that way, holding each other. "I don't want this moment to end. I want to stay like this forever," I confessed as he caressed my bare back.
