As Cody and I wait for the two girls, I lean up against my car, crossing my arms across my chest. I observe him smoking a cigarette like a fucking chimney, and when he notices I am watching him, he pauses and raises an eyebrow.
“Don't do that.”
My brow furrows as I respond.
“Do fucking what?”
“Giving me all the judgy eyes because I'm smoking.”
I take a deep breath before lowering my arms beside me.
“I thought you gave up those fucking cancer sticks.”
He shrugs his shoulders, then takes one more large pull and flicks it away.
“You know what rough sex does to a man.”
“I fucking do, and smoking ain't it. If you keep smoking that shit, your lungs will be so brittle in ten years that you won't be able to keep up with a woman, let alone fuck rough.”
He sarcastically raises his hands.
“Sorry, Dad.”
I just stare at him, my jaw clenched and think about when it comes to having little control over their addictive habits, Cody and Chaos are frighteningly similar. What they don't realize is that when I am giving them legitimate advice, it's because I give a shit about their wellbeing, but these bastards believe I'm being a fucking parent.
I thrive on keeping my body and mind healthy; yeah, I've done fucked-up shit in the past, but for the last four years, I've worked my ass off to keep my health in shape, and with it, my fucking sanity; it's something to take my mind off reality. Regardless, I wouldn't change Chaos or Cody; they are my brothers, and even if I disagree with some of the stupid shit they do, I will continue to love the pair of cunts.
As I notice Charley and the blonde girl exiting the Lakehouse, I refrain from looking their way. Instead, I simply raise my chin in Cody's direction to say see you soon. Turning around, I swiftly open the driver's side door and slide inside, closing it with a firm slam just as Charley joins me in the passenger seat.
I side-eye her as she pulls her seatbelt over herself, her tiny floral summer dress framing her curves in all the right places. Instantly, it ignites a primal reaction within me. There's no denying it—she's fucking attractive. A little younger than I'm used to, but there's an undeniable aura to her natural beauty. She's not like those annoying college girls you unfortunately meet too often—there's a maturity about her that sets her apart.
Last night, fucking her, and how well she took my dick in any fucked-up position I wanted to put her in, is something most grown women can’t even handle. It fucking ruined me; she checked all my filthy fucking boxes with her obedience.
While waiting for her to get settled, I stare forward and rest back, but as soon as she is comfortable, I start up my car before pulling away.
As I drive the highway, we haven’t uttered a word to one another, but to be honest, I ain’t the best with conversations. I am not like Chaos, a loudmouth fuck, and I suppose that is why we gel so well. I guess you can say I am the colder, more reserved one of the two, but I am pretty open when I feel at ease.
I steal glances at her now and then as she focuses on the road, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the warm sun. The window slightly open beside her allows her long, dark hair to dance in the breeze, occasionally obscuring her side profile.
My eyes wander down her petite body until they settle on her hands resting on her lap. I notice her fiddling with the hem of her dress between her thumb and index finger. Her knees rub together, a subtle sign of a dull ache in her pussy. Glancingforward to ensure I'm driving in a straight fucking line; I then discreetly turn my head to take another look at her. I notice her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, a betrayal of her inner dirty thoughts.
My brow rises before I return my gaze forward, one hand resting casually on the top of the steering wheel. She wants to fuck again; there is a subtle dark energy between us crackling with unspoken tension. I've always been skilled at reading people, observant enough to know when a woman is interested and wants to fuck. And right now, it's clear—we're both thinking about last night, both fucking desperate for more.
When we finally arrive back in New York, I park the car and cut the engine in the parking lot of Charley's school. As soon as she releases her seat belt, I do the same. Sensing her movement to exit, I reach over without warning and grab her small waist. She lets out a startled squeak as I effortlessly lift her from the seat, her weight meaning nothing to me. I drop her down onto my lap, facing me, and she stares at me with wide eyes as my hungry gaze trails down the front of her tiny frame. When our eyes meet again, I bark out an order, my tone cold and commanding.
“Ride my fucking dick.”
My cock is already solid; it has been since I saw how needy she was acting on the way here. She glances around nervously as I press my palms firmly up her bare thighs beneath her dress.
“But what if Lucy and Cody come here?”
I dig my fingers firmly into the tops of her thighs causing her body to jerk and I bring my face close to hers, biting down on my words.
“I said ride my fucking dick; what didn’t you understand?”
As expected, she doesn't protest anymore, instead reaching into my sweatpants and boxers. I rest back as she pulls me free, her actions sending a jolt of desire through me. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she slowly licks her tongue up her fingers while maintaining eye contact, a move that drives me fucking crazy.
“You better hurry the fuck up before I take control and I’ll make sure everyone knows what the fuck I am doing to you in here.”
