Punk
Perv's sense of direction was really terrible. Instead of driving me home, like he insisted was the right thing to do, he turned the cruiser toward the forest and killed the engine once we were far back from the road.
Then he sat and stared out the windshield.
He did that staring shit for a long, long time.
In the end, I started talking just to make the silence stop.
Telling him about my the fight with my dad made his knuckles go white, so I changed the subject to how much I loved to dance, and his knuckles got a little pinker.
But he still stared out the windshield.
I wanted him to look at me again like he did in Bella's bed. Like he could really see me, and wanted me regardless.
In the end, I stopped talking and started touching him instead.
What?
I couldn't help myself. He looked so hot sitting in a cop car, wearing nothing but a pair of faded cut-off jeans and Chief Swan's hat.
YUM.
My fingers sort of found their way to the piercings that were out on display, and I licked my lips imagining his other one.
YUM x 100.
Then I leaned over a little and sucked on the metal while James did some shuddery sighing.
When I sucked harder and caught his nipple between my teeth, his hand moved to my hair, so I did it until he started squirming, rocking his hips like I was already sucking his dick.
YUM x a billion.
His hand in my hair hung on tighter and yanked me up until I was just inches away from his face. I told him he was so pretty, and I meant it. He really does have an almost perfect-looking face, apart from all the frown lines and the stupid expression he wears when he tells me no when he means yes.
I so wanted him to say yes to me in the cruiser.
I looked at James's perfect, stupid face and remembered how much I liked it when it was flushed-up red with temper, or scrunched up when he came.
He listened as I called him pretty and gorgeous and completely fucking perfect and just shook his head a little. So I nodded forcefully to make my point: he so is perfect, he just is, to me. But he just shook his head a little harder, so I stopped that shaking shit with my mouth.
Kissing him is still my YUM definition.
He told me to stop, but I just ignored him. Why would I stop when we'd only just started?
He told me to stop once more, so I grabbed his dick through his shorts and felt it harden underneath my squeezing fingers.
He whisper-sighed stop, but I knew that he couldn't mean it, so I slipped my tongue into his mouth and then squeezed a little harder.