"Baby girl, she means nothing to me," Calum said for about the hundredth time. You rolled your eyes as you stormed out of the restaurant where you had found Calum and Hannah, one of his many ex-girlfriends, chatting closely, too close for comfort.
"Oh come on don't leave. What about our date?" You heard Calum call out, obviously not caring if he made a scene in public.
"Whatever," you huffed, relieved when you finally reached my car. Your fingers fumbled with the zipper of your purse, so much so, that Calum had caught up with you, before you could pull your keys out. He put his calloused hands on your shoulders and spun you around quickly, pinning you to car with no way of escaping.
"What if I told you that I did love her once? Huh? What would you say?" He whispered, his minty breath fanning across your face.
"I'd say you were fucking crazy. She was a bitch to you," you hissed as you closed your eyes and took deep breaths, your blood starting to boil. "She cheated on you Cal. Why would you be all buddy buddy with her again?" He cupped your neck and peppered your face with kisses, something he always did when he was trying to content you.
"Because I wanted to tell her to fuck off, that she means nothing to me and that I never really loved her. I thought I did, but not like I love you," he murmured, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.
"Baby doll, I've told you, you are everything I need, everything I want and everything I have," he continued. You tried to push him off of you, not in the mood for his sweet talk, but you couldn't. Your hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, your stomachs pressing together tightly.
"Yes, she took my virginity, but you have my heart," he purred, "and you're also the best sex I've ever had." You tensed in his arms, hating when you two talked about sex.
"Considering you've drunk fucked at least a hundred girls, I find that hard to believe," you snorted, finally pushing him off and reaching for your keys. He put his hand on your arm, pulling your hand out of your bag and settling it on his groin.
"What does that matter anymore? It was all before I met you. Besides, I was drunk. Your pussy is the only pussy I can remember." He started moving your hand up and down on him, the thick denim of his jeans starting to bulge out slightly.
"What the fuck Calum!" You gasped, trying to take your hand away, which only made him press it more firmly against him. Suddenly, you knew sweet talking Calum was gone, all that was left was a horny Calum, who had a point to prove. His free hand slid up your inner thigh, which was completely exposed to him thanks to the stupid skin tight dress you were wearing.
"I want you to fuck me," he growled. "I want you to make me scream your name, begging you to have mercy on me. I want to see your fucking breasts bouncing up and down as you ride my hard cock." His brown eyes were jet black, glassy with lust. "I want to admire just how beautiful you are, making me regret ever even laying eyes on her." His hand finally released yours and he dipped it into your purse, finding your keys almost instantly and pressing the unlock button. He opened the door and practically threw you into the back seat, before he looked around, making sure no one was looking.
"Take your clothes off," he ordered, hopping into the car and shutting the door. You remained frozen, not enticed by the idea of having sex here and now. "I swear to God, if you don't take your fucking clothes off, I will rip them off of you and you'll have to drive home naked," he said through gritted teeth. You slowly undid the zipper of your dress, still unsure about this. He pulled his shirt over his head and started sliding out of his skinny jeans.
"You need to speed it up baby doll. You're a better fuck than Hannah, but she was a lot more compliant than you. God, I did love that about her," he smirked. You grumbled, his words igniting something in you that I wasn't even expecting. You pushed him back against the seat and straddled him, your hips instantly rolling on the thin fabric of his boxers.
"Oh really? Well fuck her and fuck complying. We're doing things my way Hood. After all, it is my car and your dick? Actually, that's my fucking dick," you muttered. Your nails scratched down his chest, making sure he didn't try to move, until one of your hands slid all the way into his boxers. You clutched him, squeezing his hard length before beginning to pump him slowly. He whimpered in amusement, proud that he had gotten this reaction out of you. You cupped his balls and squeezed them, before you moved your hand back to his cock.
"Fuck yeah, baby doll," he grunted, bucking his hips up slightly. You pinned them back down and gave him a sweet smile and a soft peck, which only increased his frustration.
"Please don't make me cum in your hand," he implored. You pretended you didn't know what he was talking about, wanting him to beg for you. "Please baby, please just let me feel your pussy. Please just fuck me," he panted. You hummed and kissed his collarbone, right on his feather tattoo. He whimpered again, this time as a complaint. You took your hand out of his boxers and started to slide them down all the way to his ankles.
"Oh baby, that looks painful," You pouted as you saw the veins on his shaft pulsate. You grabbed him again and kissed his tip, before shimmying out of your underwear and straddling him again. You teased your soaking entrance with his tip, making both of you moan simultaneously.
"Fuck me," he yelled, his back arching into you. You tisked at him and shook your head.
"Don't tell a lady what to do Calum, it's not nice," you whispered seductively, rubbing his head with your thumb, spreading his pre cum all around the tip. He bit his lip and nodded, finally complying with you. You smirked and sunk down onto him, not giving either of you time to adjust as you quickly started to bounce up and down on him, taking him fully. The only thing that could be heard was the loudness of our skin smacking together. You grabbed his hands and put them on your still clothed breasts.
"Oh fuck! You're so much better than anyone else. God, I love you," he groaned, squeezing at your breasts. You kissed him hard, your tongue dominating his mouth, making him completely vulnerable beneath you. You clenched your walls around him and he moaned, breaking the kiss.
"You feel so good around me baby," he said, egging you on even further, his hands gripping your hips, pushing you down onto him. You swatted them away and moved your hips around, searching for your sweet spot, crying out when his tip hit it. "Shit Calum," you moaned, slumping slightly, showing your first sign of weakness. He could easily flip you over and fuck your brains out, but surprisingly he didn't.
He smiled up at you and kissed you softly. "I love you, I love you, I love you, more than anything else in the- fuck." You started to slam into him again, wanting to feel his warmth inside of you, which had cut him off. He jerked inside of you and took ragged breaths until he spilled inside of you in short spurts.
"That was hot," you grunted, referring to the way his face clenched whenever he had an orgasm. He whimpered your name over and over again, not acknowledging your comment. You rode him out through his high, before you came undone, collapsing on top of him.
"You're hot," he said between breaths, trying to regain strength just so he could kiss you. "You're... my everything."
