Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Twenty Five

FP rested Seline on her back, across the vinyl truck seat, shifting over her before hiking her leg up. He slid in deeper, pulling a moan deep within her. Seline reached up, pulling away at FP's jacket on his shoulders and curling her arms under his. 

She felt along his shoulders, grazing her nails down FP's back while his lips rested on her neck. 

"This sure isn't a bed, " Seline said as FP's hand grazed along her thigh. 

"Well, darling, just couldn't wait finishing off what was started." FP thrusted into Seline, causing her to arch her back and moan into him. Her nails clawed into his arms with FP's hot breath trickling down her neck. 

"After we're done here, then I'll give you a good place to rest your head." He nudged his nose along Seline's chin then lapped at her neck. 

Seline raised her leg further, onto FP's hip as he deepened inside her. He let out a ferocious growl of pleasure that hit Seline in the pit of her stomach.

"Don't stop yet," she whispered, breath catching in her throat as FP thrust again. 

Seline woke up the next morning to the bare window shining sunlight in her eyes. She folded a hand over her forehead then looked over her shoulder to see a pair of feet tucked under the pillow. 

"The hell?" She sat up, letting the comforter fall to her waist as she saw FP sleeping at the other end of the bed. Shaking her head, she reared up on her hands and knees then crawled over to the tired man. "I bet I wore your old ass out, didn't I?"

Seline leaned in, pressing her lips to FP's ear before nibbling at his lobe. "Don't wanna wake you, but I gotta get going." She bit a little harder and FP stirred in his sleep. "I'm being polite, sweetness. Turn over." 

The older man rolled onto his back and Seline released his now reddened ear, her lipstick smudged along his skin. "What're you doing up? Surprised you're still moving." 

She scrunched her nose with a tender smile. "Don't know what hags you've been getting with before me, but you're not breaking my hips." 

"Not yet." FP grumbled, his voice graveled with sleep. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked, watching Seline swing her legs over the edge of the bed and pull on her skirt. 

"I've got a date with a redhead," she said, pulling her hair behind her shoulders to pull on her brassiere. "And she's not one to keep waiting." 

FP rolled onto his side, curling an arm around Seline's waist and resting his lips to her back. "What kind of game are you playing here, Seline? Trying to be everyone's friend?"

"That's the only way to survive on the playground, FP." Seline looked down at the older man as she pulled on her top. "Stay in bed, I'll be back soon." 

Slipping into her heels, Seline stood up and FP's hold slipped off of her. She grabbed her jacket from the floor and pulled it on. 

"I'll be waiting." FP called after the girl, watching her hips sway down the short hallway until he couldn't see her anymore. "I will be waiting." 

Seline barely made it back to the manor before guests started to arrive. She slipped through the side door in the back of the estate, then up the wait stairs and stopped in the open door of Cheryl's bedroom. 

"Maple, I am so sorry," she began, only staring at the redhead in the mirror as Veronica helped her straighten out her dress. "That damned Hermione, always getting herself into trouble."