Salty Licorice

Chapter 9

Avery's POV

I drive with one hand on the wheel and my other hand is balancing my head against the door panel. I feel my long hair getting played with and getting mini braids until they stop and feel something nuzzle into my stomach with a small groan.

"I'm not feeling so good," Liz blurts out, turning her head towards the floorboards and puking down the front of my shines.

"Holy shit!" I yell and slightly jump, and grab the wheel with both hands with wide eyes scared to move my legs. "What the actual fuck!" I whine.

"I feel way better now," Liz admits, followed by a pout. "I'm sorry about your pants, Avery."

"Mmhmm," I can only hum to keep my mouth from saying something I might regret later.

"You know early I was gonna protest getting the legs but now I don't," Marisa states going back to a game on her phone.

"Imma pull off into a gas station," I cringe as I shift my foot to the brake forcing my leg to flex under the material of my now soggy jeans.

I had to drive for a bit of time before we found a gas station that seemed decent enough to have a bathroom. The windows are down from the smell. I lean over in my extended cab portion behind my seat and dig through my practice bag I leave in here and pull out a pair of my volleyball practice shorts and make my way inside.

When I walk into the gas station the clerk gives me a funny look before silently handing me a plastic bag and bathroom key.

I strip out of my jeans and scrub my lower legs to just make me feel better even if there isn't anything actually on them. I roll my jeans and put them in the plastic baggie and knot it tightly. When I go to turn in the key I grab a Monster, Red Bull and water, along with some crackers and a pack of spearmint gum. When I walk back towards my truck I'm sipping my Red Bull, watching as Liz is hunched over in the small patch of grass and Marisa is holding her hair back with one hand and rubbing soothing circles with the other. I just hope she feels better soon. I leave them be hoping it'll put less pressure on Liz and she wouldn't feel as guilty.

Once Liz stands up straight and turns around catching my gaze for a second, you can see more color has returned to her cheeks. She probably just got out everything she had left in her stomach from today. I hold out the bag with water and crackers out to Marisa as she helps her back into the truck.

"Don't worry I got you something too," I said, sipping and almost finished off my Red Bull.

Wordlessly we get back into the cab and Liz goes back to laying down. During the last little while Marisa feeds crackers and makes Liz drink the water. She seems to pretty much be back to normal. Liz is asleep by the time I pull up to Marisa's house.

"I would wait to drop her off for a little bit just to keep an eye on her, not sure how her mom would react or if she would be suspicious or something." Marisa shrugs before jumping out.

"Okay, thanks for coming. I know it wasn't your first choice of things to do today."

"Nah, it was a good thing I went in the end." With that she shut the door and disappeared behind the front door of her house.

I pull off from her house and make my way down to the beach hoping the salty shore will help her feel back to normal again.

When I pull the truck to a stop and look down at the girl in my lap, I tuck some hair behind her ear and out of her face. I look at her ear and run a finger over her elf-like point on the top of it, it's honestly really cute.

"Kitten, how are you feeling?"

"Fine, comfy," she mumbles nuzzling closer to me.

"Do you want me to take you home?" I ask, slightly hesitant about the answer.

"Not yet," is all she says to me, so we sit here.

I study the part of her face I can see and play with her hair gently. Letting the strands fall through my fingers for a little while. I reach in the back and grab my fresh bag of twizzlers and start eating them while I let her rest. I listen to the beat of the music that's playing softly through my truck's speakers. I gaze out the window at the shore and the rippling waves. I don't even notice when she sits up until she pulls me into the middle of the truck bench and puts her leg over mine straddling me.

I look up at her with wide eyes. Still with half a licorice hanging from my lips. She grabs the end and pulls it, forcing me to bite it off. She puts it in her mouth and eats it resting her head on my shoulder brushing her nose against my neck and tickling me with her warm breath. I sorta just sit there frozen.

"Spearmint and twizzlers don't go well together," she giggles into my neck forcing a shiver up my spine.

"I could have told you that," I smile, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

She lifts her head and looks at me in the eyes. I let my eyes wander down her face, noticing how close we actually are. I let my eyes land on her soft pink lips, with the soft curves of her lips, it draws me in and wanna experiences them pressed on mine. I don't even notice I'm leaning in till I feel her breath on my lips and I close my eyes.

She closes the distance. Her lips glide against mine effortlessly. I kiss her back feeling her hands grab my neck and fingers tangle into my hair. I let my tongue swipe her lips before waiting for her to open her mouth. Once she parts her lips, I let my tongue dance with hers in a passive manner until I feel her fighting for control and I fight back. I hear a moan vibrate from her throat. I start kissing her more feverishly, trying to see how rough she likes it.

I move from her mouth and start kissing down her neck, getting a taste of her soft skin on my lips. I feel her hips moving slowly against me, causing me to groan from feeling her press into me. I slide my hands from her hips to her ass and give a slight squeeze hearing her moan into my ear. I smile slightly and move back towards her lips. I kiss her with more aggression, feeling her pull me by the neck to meld farther into her.

My phone rings, breaking us from this trance. I look at it, seeing that its Emily calling me. I ignore it. I groan slightly and look back in her eyes. She has cloudy eyes with heavy eyelids and full blown pupils, pure lust. I smirk slightly to myself, knowing I'm the one who put her into this state.

"I should take you home," I say, not leaving room for debate. She just nods silently still looking at me seemingly dazed and confused.

I chuckle to myself, "That means you need to get off my lap kitten, so I can drive you home."

She slides off slowly still looking at me with lust clouded eyes. God she looked so good right now, if I had less control I would take her right now, but she's a bed kind of girl not just a quick fuck in my truck. She should be taken care of and not just used. I let go of my needs and turned the ignition before starting off towards her house.