Saving Moxie

Temporary Vacation

As we pulled into the driveway, I couldn't help but squirm against the silence between us. I could hear a song playing on the radio, my mind flashing back to the kiss we had shared in this exact spot just a short while before. This time, he did change it before it ended. The choices of music he had were enough to give a person whiplash. One moment, we would be listening to rock and the next we were listening to classical. There was no rhyme or reason to Jamie's taste in music - or girls, apparently.

"I'm sorry about the party." Jamie said softly, reaching over to wrap his fingers through mine. I didn't fight him, even though my brain was screaming to shove him away, to run inside and grab the packed bag I had in my closet and take off before Jack could find me.

But I was selfish. This whole new world felt so good.

I squeezed Jamie's hand once, enjoying the way our fingers fit together.

I closed the distance between us and tugged him into a kiss, my walls crashing down hard and vulnerability swallowing Jamie whole. I knew it was a horrible idea to want this - to want him - but I couldn't stop myself. If I had to give all of this up and go back to the life I had before, I needed something to keep me going.

His rough hands trailed over my body hungrily, pulling me against him in a way completely different than I imagined. I always had assumed Jamie would be a fantastic kisser, but I also had imagined him to be a complete gentleman.

In moments, his hands found the buttons on the side of my seat, pushing me backward and laying the seat out flat. The level of vulnerability I was feeling was completely new. There was something raw about the way he kissed me, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life too. I couldn't believe way his fingers yanked my hair and tugged at my panties until they were around my ankles.

I wanted to tell him to stop, to pump the breaks and tell him good night. I tried to remind myself to think with my brain and not my p***y. The idea was nearly impossible as Jamie tucked his fingertips under the edge of my dress, tugging it up over my too-hot skin, forcing goose flesh over my body. He fingers trailed over the back of my knees and my breath became ragged as he slid the fabric completely up off my body and leaving me utterly exposed as the fabric bunched up around my chest.

"You look anxious."

"Jamie," I began to whine though his hands laced up around my wrists, pulling them above my head before pulling back to gaze down at me slowly. "Do you enjoy the view?" I asked in what I hoped was a snarky tone.

His fingertips of his free hand trailed over my bottom lip while his eyes grew a shade darker.

"I want you, all of you. I want to be inside you and to hear your voice when you tell me you're going to cum." He growled, sucking my shoulder and nibbling while I shook, my hips rutting out of my control. This was not the sweet Jamie I knew. This was someone else, someone rough and dangerous and painfully sexy.

The way he touched me was beyond even what my imagination could fabricate.

Within moments, he was freeing himself from his own jeans and kissing me hard. I knew my lips would be bruised in the morning, but as I felt the warmth of his c**k sliding into me, I couldn't care less. I gasped as I gripped his hips, forcing him to slide deeper into me, the car shaking and groaning slightly with each thrust.

He drove himself harder into me, keeping rhythm with the song on the radio and even though I told myself I was silent, I heard my voice whining with pleasure. A wave of bliss rocketed through me, my eyes rolling back into my skull as my core set on fire with orgasm. He kept on, slowing himself as pushed my knees up higher. From the way his muscles were shaking, I could tell he was almost there and so was I, again.

His eyes closed, then suddenly opened, sweat dripping down onto me. I could tell my carefree mask had dropped, my facial expression mixed of pleasure and horrified surprise as I felt his warmth filling me. After a moment of silence, I felt a bubble of quick shocked laughter bubble past my lips.

"What... is so funny?"

"This.. us..."

Jamie stopped then, still buried deep inside of me, his hand poised on my outer thigh. He was silent for a moment before he shook his head in irritation.

"Why can't you just tell me how you feel because how you act is confusing me." He growled, hurt and anger obvious in his tone. "You act like you care about me and want me one minute and the next you are acting like it's all some big joke. Am I just another conquest to you? Is that why you came back here?"

I couldn't tell him that this was my short fantasy vacation, that all of this was temporary. Especially now that I had been recognized. I didn't have the ability to explain everything to him even if I wanted to. Jamie was a fantastic human in general - he would tell me to go to the police and that was not an option. While I would love nothing more but to be free and see my father behind bars, I knew Jack had way too much ammunition on me to rat him out. I couldn't stand being in a jail cell next to him. I would rather die than be stuck with my father in prison, now that I had been seen with Jamie. Especially after tonight. I could still feel him inside of me as I gulped down air, trying to fill my lungs as anxiety ripped through me.

"Why are you playing with my mind?"

All at once we were no longer touching. The warmth of his hands and fullness from his c**k were both gone and the coolness of his words overtook me.

"What do you mean?" I had been nothing but honest with Jamie, even if it was a bad idea. How could he even think I was playing with him?

"I think you just like attention and want to feel special. Well news flash, Moxie, I have my own s**t too." His eyes were glossed over as he let the venom of his words soak in. This felt more normal to what I'd always been used to than anything I'd experienced in the past few weeks, but coming from him it felt more like a punch in the face. I swallowed, attempting to keep my face flat and willed the tears to stay hidden.

After several seconds, a smile crossed my lips and I pushed him completely away from me by his chest. It wasn't an aggressive shove, but more a gentle signal of a truce. I knew this time would come and even though I'd sworn to myself it wouldn't bother me, I could feel my heart shattering.

After pulling my dress down and pulling up my underwear, I ducked out of the car and slammed the door. The whole walk up to my front door, I repeated to myself that this was all temporary.