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“Fuck,” Tommy growls. “Go the fuck away.”
Luckily, the windows are tinted.
“Hey man,” Bax says in his usual drawl. “When you’re done in there, come to the woods for an after-party.” He raps his knuckles for a few extra seconds, waiting for a response.
“Later,” Tommy barks.
Cars are moving, headlights shining around us, and I realize the movie has ended. But Tommy makes no motion to leave. He hovers over me as I lie helpless, trapped in his tiny seat, and he stares down at me, holding a sharp knife with a dark look in his eye.
My eyes meet his, silently begging. He takes my hand, guiding it around my head, which leaves my top exposed. He kisses my neck, then my cheek, before finally finding my lips, and I kiss him in return.
Because I want to. Because I’m obedient, just like the Bible taught me.
Lust…the sin that spurs all others. Why am I kissing him right now when he’s acting so crazy?
I must be crazy, too.
He gazes down at me and pulls my skirt down, covering me, and shakes his head, thankfully dropping the knife. “You’re so damn innocent, firefly,” he murmurs, shifting back to the driver’s seat. “I want to have sex with you so badly.”
I scramble up. The only thing stopping me from crossing that line, the one that will damn me, is this belt. Because my body, heart, and soul want him.
I’m not sure what the shift in him was tonight, but something has changed. Darkness has taken root. He grips the steering wheel, clearly frustrated.
My hand finds his thigh. “What can I do?”
He looks over at me, and his hard expression softens. He pauses for a second, then shifts and pulls his cock out, guiding my hand over it
I gaze up at him. “What do I do?”
He leans back in his seat. “Just stroke it, baby.” He moves my hand up and down, and it grows thicker with every pump. I do this for a few seconds, and his body jerks, his hips buck, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. I hesitate as I watch his body react to my touch. Like suddenly, I have all the power over him, and I like it.
“Keep going, Didi,” he begs. “Keep stroking.”
Our eyes meet, and I want nothing more than to pleasure him like this. He seems to enjoy it, and I watch his expression change from anger to bliss, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, his hand slides up my neck and pulls my face toward it. I swallow hard as he teases the tip of his penis to my lips.
“Come on, baby, please,” he says in a gruff voice.
I wet my lips and capture it in my mouth, licking the tip before taking it deeper. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it’s so natural.
His fists curl, and muscled thighs squeeze, urging me to take more of him like this.
“Dang it, Didi. You’re taking me so well.” I keep licking, sucking, and pumping. His entire body tenses, and he matches my motions by tugging at my hair. It’s a strange sensation of pleasure and pain. His dick pulses, and it doesn’t take long before he grunts and spills hot stickiness into my mouth.
I don’t know what to do with it, so I swallow it. He winds his hands through my hair, petting me, then wipes a bit of his semen off my mouth with his thumb as he catches his breath. Our eyes stay glued to each other the entire time, and part of me can’t believe what I just did.
The parking lot is now empty around us. It’s dark, quiet, and windy, the silver screen is black.
“Tommy,” I say, interrupting the calm silence. “It must be past nine. Mama will be waiting.”
He tucks his dick back into his pants and strokes my face one last time. “Come on, firefly,” he says, putting the key into the ignition. “Let’s get you home.”
DIDI
“You can take a break if you want, sweetie,” Mrs. Holly says in her scratchy voice. Mrs. Holly got an abnormal amount of potatoes again, sacks and sacks of ‘em. She leaves the bags lying out back where anyone could grab them. Which means whoever left the scarecrow would have easy access to these burlap sacks. It could be anyone in town.
I glance back at Mrs. Holly, who is leaning against the wall, smoking, and scrutinizing me. She looks prettier tonight with her hair flipped up, like she’s going somewhere.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
