trick mcmillan (jinnee) wrote in onceuponadream, @ 2011-05-26 11:23:00 |
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Trick smirked when Becca agreed to meet him for lunch. He was pretty sure he'd be able to convince her to spend the rest of the day with him once he had her right there in his car. It wasn't remotely responsible, but he didn't care about that. He wanted her. That was really all that mattered, right? As promised, he swung by McDonald's and got them something to eat. By some miracle, he managed to stick with just a brief kiss as she came running outside and got into his car. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his lap and get right to dessert, but he knew they should eat their food before it got cold. Soon enough, though, the empty bags had been discarded, tossed carelessly into the back seat and he was sliding his seat back so he could pull her into his lap. "Mmmmm, I've missed you," he murmured as he pulled her into a deep kiss. His hands tangled in her hair as his lips nipped and pulled hungrily at hers. He could still taste the salt from their fries on her lips and it mingled perfectly with her natural flavor. Amazing. With company like this, Trick really wasn't going to be in a rush to leave Atlanta. His promise to Perna was the furthest thing from his mind as he thought that he could easily spend the rest of his summer break here in Georgia. His hand was sliding over her thigh, his other working its way into her shirt, when Becca gasped out a halfhearted protest. "We shouldn't.. someone might... I have to go back to class," she panted. Trick knew he wasn't playing remotely fair, but he rubbed a thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden through the thin material of her bra as he trailed heated kisses over her neck. "You can't tell me you'd rather go to class than be with me," he murmured, not even slowing down. His other hand pressed between her legs. "That's..." her words were broken as his touch brought a moan from her.. "You're not playing fair, Trick," she whined. She knew she shouldn't. She wasn't going to graduate if she kept skipping school for him. In the next moment, though, he'd pushed her panties to the side and slid one of his perfect, long fingers inside her. "Triiiiiick," she whined again. He only smirked at her. "It's just one day, baby. Please." Becca's willpower crumbled, then and she nodded her head. "Guh... yes... gosh.. oh my gosh." It was really unfair that he could do this to her, but she found herself easily lost in him. Trick took full advantage. It took some maneuvering to get his jeans and boxers out of the way, but once he had done that, he pulled her over him again and pushed into her with a loud groan. If Becca wanted to protest his actions, he didn't give her much chance. He pulled her into another deep, hungry kiss as his hands moved to her hips, bringing her down to meet his upward thrusts. Anything either of them might have said was lost in the kiss until he pulled away to gasp out his quickly approaching climax. "I'm gonna.. you gotta..." he couldn't even finish the sentence before he lost himself. His thumb rubbed demandingly at her clit, urging her to follow. Becca had no choice in the matter. Her body reacted to him perfectly and a heartbeat later she was cursing through her own orgasm before collapsing against his chest. "Oh, my... guh.." Her cheeks burned as she realized they'd just done that in a parking lot and she hoped desperately no one had seen them. Trick smirked as he noticed her blush and brushed a satisfied, lazy kiss over her lips. "We can't.. you have to.. if you keep making me skip class, I won't graduate," she told him, though it was hard to really be concerned when he kissed and touched her like that. "If I don't graduate, I can't move to New York." Trick only laughed and kissed her again. "Nothing important happens this late in the year, anyway, and you can always go to class tomorrow," he assured her. It was completely selfish, but he liked it when she skipped class for him. This was much better than her being in class. "You can go to class tomorrow, if you're really that worried about it," he added, knowing full well that he'd probably try just as diligently to distract her from that tomorrow, too. Maybe he'd bring her breakfast, he thought. If he was early enough, he could probably even score a little time in the shower with her... |