She wanted it. He could tell.
He pulled away from her kiss and climbed closer, keeping his fingers pumping inside her wet folds, rubbing her clit and feeling it swell as he did so. He licked at her right breast, biting at her nipple, before continuing down her so soft and gorgeous belly. He circled her belly button with his tongue a few times, teasing her as his fingers pumped faster and deeper below.
She was rising and falling with his rhythm, letting out soft groans and whispering his name.
He could smell her juices now, rising from her and mixing with their breath and sweat. She smelled good.
Good and ready.
He lowered his head more, his tongue skirting her pubic hair and his nose taking in her scent. His fingers were sticky and wet, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait to taste her. He couldn’t wait to be in her, so tight and ready.
His eyes traveled down her jeans and long legs to the white cowboy boots she was wearing. They were white embossed leather with silver frills and they stretched halfway up her calves.
Man, those boots are sexy, he thought.
His tongue cut down through her pubic hair and headed straight for the beautiful folds of her pussy.
That’s when she yelped.
That’s when her hands clawed his back and started pushing him away!
“No!” she cried. “No no! Nonono!”
Andrew fought her off as he was pushed back into the driver’s seat.
“Hey, hey,” he yelled as his back hit the driver’s door, “calm down! What the fuck’s the matter with you?”
Fiona was staring out the windshield and into the night again. One hand covered her breasts, the other was zipping up her jeans.
Andrew followed her gaze, but the night was too dark and he couldn’t see anyone.
“What?” he asked.
“I saw him again,” she whispered.
“Huh?” Andrew couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“I saw him again,” Fiona repeated. “The Mountainside Murderer!”
“What? You’re not serious?”
Fiona’s eyes darted to him. “I’m very serious. I know what I saw.”
Andrew ran a hand through his hair.
What game is she playing? There’s no one out there!
He turned and looked out each car window.
No one.
Nobody.
Zilch.
“I don’t want to stay here any longer,” she whispered as her eyes moved back to the front of the car.
Andrew stared at her. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Please?” she asked again. “Can we go?”
I know, he thought. I know exactly what she’s playing at! Get me all the way up here, get me hard and horny for a fuck, and she thinks she can just go all frigid on me? She thinks she can lead me on and then just say no right when we’re finally about to do it? She knows we came here to fuck. Why else would we leave the nightclub so early? She knows that! I made it perfectly clear to her earlier tonight. Hell, she’s horny too! She’s leaking juice everywhere! She’s not gonna fuck with my emotions like this.
He stared out the front windshield again. Then he turned and checked every window one more time. Just for her benefit.
Were not leaving here that easily, Fiona, he thought. Not until I’ve finally got inside you and cum.
“Honey,” he said in a calm voice. “I can’t see anyone.”
“Well, I can,” she replied.
“Where?”
“Out there, between those two trees.” She pointed straight in front of the car.
Andrew craned his neck, playing her game, and focused on where she was pointing.
“I don’t see anyone there,” he replied, trying to stay calm.
“Well, he’s not there now,” she replied. “He’s gone.”
“Oh.” Andrew nodded his head.
Bitch. Fucking with my mind when I should be fucking with her pussy.
“Well, if he’s gone, he won’t—”
“He came back after disappearing the first time,” she interrupted him.
“I don’t think he’ll come back again,” Andrew replied as calmly as possible.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well, I can’t.”
“It’s the Mountainside Murderer.”
“No, it’s not.” He shook his head. “Anyway, he’s only ever struck on the Westside. Nowhere near here.”
“I want to leave,” she whispered.
He sighed.
Not that easy, Fiona. Not yet, anyway.
“Please?” she asked as she turned to face him.
God, she’s beautiful, he thought.
He didn’t want to say no to her. But he deserved something. Something in return. He was hard and ready to explode, and he wanted to explode in her.
Gotta call her bluff, he thought. Make her stupid excuse go away. I can’t let her win this one. I have to prove to her she’s wrong and then I can get what I deserve. I can’t let her win like this.
“No,” he replied. “Let’s stay.”
Her face fell and suddenly she looked very scared.
Quite the little actress...
“Please, Andrew. I want to leave.”
“There’s no one out there!” he heard his voice rise.
“There is! I saw him!” Fiona repeated, staring back at the spot she had pointed out.
“Well, I don’t see him!” Andrew couldn’t stop himself, he was yelling now. “There’s no one out there. You just said that yourself! There’s no one there so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“I want to go.” Fiona began to cry.
“We’re not going anywhere until we’re finished here!”
She turned to stare at him, the tears starting to fall from her eyes.
“Please,” she whispered one more time. “We can go anywhere else. Anywhere! Just not here. He’s out there and he’s watching. He’ll kill us!”
Fucking Jesus H fucking Christ, Andrew thought. She’s not gonna drop this story! She’s gonna stick with it no matter what!
“Fine,” he said as he sat back in his seat and picked up his shirt from the floor of the car. “If this is how you want to play it.”
He climbed back into his shirt and began rebuttoning it. He looked out the driver’s window as he did so. He couldn’t look at her right now. He didn’t want to, anyway.
I warned you. I fucking warned you.
He could hear her sobbing begin to slow and she blew her snuffled nose. As he finished with his top button, he could still smell her juices on his fingers. He wished he was tasting them right now.
Then he felt her hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at her. She was kneeling on the seat and smiling at him. The tears had made her mascara run and her wet cheeks glistened, but she still looked beautiful to Andrew.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For understanding.”
“Oh, I understand alright,” Andrew replied.
“I don’t care where we go, just not here.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” he said in a level voice. “I already told you that, we’re staying right here!”
Her face fell and she sat back in the seat. Her eyes darted back out through the windshield before returning to stare at him. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t say anything. Suddenly, tears began to fall once more as she shook her head back and forth.
“Please,” she whispered. “Let’s leave.”
“No, Fiona, I’ve already told you. NO!”
He reached forward, shoving her further into the seat. She squealed and grabbed at him, but he pushed past her and reached down to the glove compartment. His fingers slipped under the flap—