Coercion (12 page)

Encouraged by his response, she kissed the tip again before letting her lips travel the length of him, the coarse, dark hair at the base brushing against her cheek. He shifted impatiently beneath her but she took her time, building her bravery by leaving innocent kisses on every inch of him.

His fingers twisted in her hair, and his hips pushed upward. “I wanna be in your mouth,” he said, his tone full of need. “Just the head, okay? Please?”

“Okay.” She squeezed her eyes shut as the tip of his cock slid between her lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it. You’re doing good.”

Her tongue lapped at his cockhead as his soft groans continued to assure her there was nothing to fear. Her cheeks flushed as she realized she actually liked it. She liked being naked and bent over in the front seat of Michael’s truck, sucking his cock and making him moan. She felt like a whore—his whore—and never so powerful in her life. Without being asked, she took more of him in her mouth.

Michael swore and tilted his head back. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and tugged, an act Valerie wasn’t sure felt pleasurable or painful but she knew it was thrilling all the same.

“Up and down, just like that,” he mumbled. “Faster, that’s it. Fuck, you’re a fast learner.”

She bobbed her head more rapidly, careful not to scrape her teeth against his sensitive skin. Her tongue flicked the underside of his cock, which twitched in response.

“You know, I think you kinda like this.” Michael placed one hand on her back and traveled the length of her spine, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “I think you like my cock in your mouth.”

His palm smoothed over her ass and paused on her inner thigh. His other hand continued to nudge her head farther downward, and tears sprung to her eyes as her mouth enveloped nearly all of him.

He surprised her by sliding a finger inside her pussy, and her mouth left his cock with a gasp. “Oh yeah, you definitely like it,” he said softly.

His cock pushed inside her mouth once again, and she moaned as his finger continued to slide inside her.

“You’re pretty fucking good at this, you know that?”

She trembled at his words and pushed backward into his hand.

“More?” He added another finger inside her.

A rush of warmth flooded her body as she neared climax once again. She moved her hips faster as the first taste of his pre-come landed on her tongue. However, his hand ripped away from her and he pushed her off him. She stared at him, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears of frustration. “What did I—”

“Come here.” He tugged her onto his lap so she straddled him, the steering wheel stabbing her in the back. His slick cock wavered in between their bodies as he grabbed the back of her head again and pulled her in for a mouth-bruising kiss.

He shifted and fidgeted beneath her, and she looked down to see the head of his cock brush against her clit. Just when she thought fear had finally left her, another jolt of dread zinged through her. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Yet.” He smirked as he gripped her thighs to pull her closer. “But I know what I’m going to do, and that’s fuck you.”

Her mind instantly went numb. “I don’t know,” she whispered as his cock grazed her inner thigh.

“You don’t know a lot of things.” He still wore an arrogant grin as he kissed her softly on the neck. “I’m willing to teach you though.” He brushed some of her hair out of her eyes, a gentle act taking her by surprise. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

She shook her head, her insides still quaking. “I can’t pinpoint why. I just am.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” His smile melted away as his dark gaze met hers.

“It’s just I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, or what—”

“I don’t care.” His voice echoed off the walls of the truck. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“I do,” she said quietly after a moment’s hesitation. “But—”

“You’re on the pill, right?”

“Oh. No.”

“That’s right, why would you be?” A sloppy grin appeared on his face. However, the smile vanished as soon as it appeared, annoyance creasing his forehead. “Shit, I hope I have a condom. With Breeze, I don’t have to use anything.”

Valerie’s face fell at the mention of Breeze’s name, and a moral war raged inside her as Michael reached over and opened the glove compartment. She wondered how she could possibly consider having sex with someone who was so emotionally entangled with someone else. She wasn’t even sure if Michael cared about her.

Michael let out a shout of triumph and fell back in the seat, a foil package in his fingers. “Fortunately my motto used to be ‘always be prepared.’” He shifted her back on his lap and kissed her again, and she attempted to lose her doubts in the feel of his lips on hers as he tore open the condom and rolled it to the base of his cock. “All set,” he murmured against her mouth. “Now you’re gonna fuck me, and you’re gonna love it.”

As soon as he said those words, Valerie suddenly believed them wholeheartedly, especially when his fingers rubbed a brief, lazy circle over her clit. She closed her eyes, and her head lolled back as she let the sensations buzz through her body.

Michael grabbed hold of his cock and positioned himself at her wet entrance. He inhaled sharply. “I bet you’re gonna be so tight.”

The head of his cock eased inside her, and her head snapped up and her mouth fell open. “Oh my God.” Her legs shook as she felt him slide halfway inside her.

He paused. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” She shook her head, but her short fingernails dug into his shoulders through his coat.

“Do you like it?”

“I think so.”

“Good.” He slid all the way inside her, and she couldn’t help but cry out. His eyes closed halfway. “Fuck, you feel unbelievable.” He drew in a deep breath. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay.” She squirmed, trembling.

He grabbed her hips, holding her in place. “You’re in the driver’s seat now.” She knew it was a lie and suspected he did too. “I want you to fuck me just how you want to.”

“But I—”

“Just do whatever you want, whatever feels good.”

She swallowed hard. Her fingers curled around the collar of his coat as she raised her hips slightly, conscious of how he felt sliding partially out of her. Then she slowly sank back down on him and let out a whimper. He had been right: despite the initial uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling, she was beginning to love having his cock inside her.

Michael seemed to love it, too, judging by the expressions flickering on his face. As she raised her hips and slid down the length of him again, he watched her and bit his lower lip, his features revealing he was desperately trying to stay in control of himself. A rush of satisfaction and pride washed over Valerie as she realized she was the one making him bite his lip, making him feel good. The starkness of the revelation made her clit buzz. Again she felt powerful, and she moved faster.

“Easy.” His grip on her hips halted her, and he took control once again as he slowly guided her up and down on his cock “Just like that. Jesus, you feel so fucking tight. And wet.” He stroked her clit. “Are you wet for me?”

She nodded, too wrapped up in pleasure to blush at her confession. She looked between them and saw his cock plunging inside her, and she cried out as what felt like electricity zipped through her.

“You like fucking me?” He continued to rub her clit as he arched his hips toward her, pushing all of himself inside her and causing her to gasp.

“Yes,” she panted, maintaining her death grip on his jacket. Her eyes fluttered shut. “Oh my God, yes.”

“Open your eyes.” When she obeyed, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look downward. “I want you to watch what I’m doing to you. I want you to watch me fucking you.”

She let out a moan as she watched him slide in and out of her while his hand manipulated her clit. Her walls started to twitch around his cock.

“That’s it.” His one hand dug into her hips and his other returned to her clit as he slammed inside her. “I want you to come.”

Then he leaned forward and took one of her hardened nipples in his mouth, and that was enough to push her over the edge. She came, crying out his name. He followed as soon as her pussy clamped around him.

She collapsed against him, burying her face in his coat and wrapping her limp arms around his neck as she struggled to breathe normally once again. He took a few gulps of air, his hands resting lightly on her thighs.

After a few moments, Valerie drew away to look at him. He had never looked sexier to her than right then, his eyes clouded with pleasure and his cock still inside her. She kissed him softly on the lips, enjoying the warmth of his breath against her face as the cold of the season reappeared and caused her skin to prickle.

He shifted beneath her, and she rolled off to sit beside him. She already missed the feeling of his body against hers. Her lower half felt sore, used and empty.

Michael quickly rolled the condom off and cracked the door just enough to drop it onto the pavement of the parking lot. “There, that should be a nice surprise for the Sunday school kids.”

She smiled. “It was a nice surprise all around.”

He zipped his jeans and grabbed her sweater, then handed it to her. “I better get you home.”

“Oh.” A knot suddenly formed in her throat. “Okay.” Valerie slowly pulled her sweater back on as Michael settled against his seat and tugged a hand through his tangled, slightly damp hair. She noticed his eyes again had a troubled look in them as they tried to stare a hole right through the steering wheel. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

He stiffened at her touch and straightened in the seat. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He turned to her and gave her a smug grin. “I just got laid, didn’t I?”

Valerie forced a weak smile, even though a vague panic was spreading through her. “Right.”

“So how can I complain.” His voice was flat as he started the truck and shifted it into drive.

“Wait!” She stretched her sweater down her body as far as it would go. “I don’t even have my pants on yet.”

“So? No one said you can’t put them on now.” He steered the truck out of the parking lot and onto the dark highway. “It’s not like you’re the one driving.”

She let her protests die as she reached down as modestly as she could and scooped her pants off the floor of the truck. As she struggled to put them on in the moving vehicle, she glanced at the speedometer and noticed how fast Michael drove. One look at his face told her his mind was on everything but her. She finished dressing as quickly as she could, her teeth clamped on her bottom lip in an effort not to cry.

The town flashed by like an old dream during the drive and they remained silent, even though Valerie’s mind screamed for them to speak about what had just happened and what it meant. But she didn’t know how to communicate with him, and feared if she tried to speak, she would lose him for good. She’d read in a magazine last month about women who inadvertently chase off men by being too needy. She didn’t want to drive Michael away—not again.

He stopped in front of her house exactly seven minutes after they’d left the church, and kept the engine running as he drummed his fingers on the wheel. “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”

Valerie felt like her heart and head were about to explode. She crossed her arms and turned her entire body to face him. “Are you going to call me?” The moment the question blurted from her she hated herself, but she hadn’t been able to resist. She needed to know.

His face softened and his shoulders dropped. “Of course.” Some of the tension drained from her body as he leaned over to kiss her gently on the mouth. “It’s just been a weird night.”

“Okay.” She nodded. “I understand.” A small smile danced on her lips as she reached for the door handle. “I’ll see you soon then.”

“You got it.” Michael gave her a lazy salute with two fingers and pushed in the cigarette lighter as she climbed out of the truck.

Valerie shut the door behind her and stood on the corner to watch Michael’s truck roar down her quiet street. She trudged up her front walk only when his taillights disappeared into the night.

“Hi, honey,” her mother called from the living room as soon as Valerie stepped inside the house. “Back so soon?”

Valerie stood in the doorway of the living room and saw her parents lying with their heads at opposite ends of the couch, their legs languidly entwined as the TV flickered before them. Her father snored softly, an open book balanced on his chest while her mother held a glass of water in her hand, swirling the ice around in her drink. Valerie’s unnamable fears came rushing back to her at the comforting sight. “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

Her mother looked at her watch in surprise. “Already?”

Valerie nodded. “I have to get up early tomorrow to go over my notes for my physics test.”

Her mother smiled. “That’s my smart girl.”

Valerie tried to smile. She felt anything but smart.

Tuesday

December 31, 1974

Valerie collapsed on a bed of snow in her front yard, the metal shovel dropping with her. She squinted in the blinding afternoon sun and concentrated on the cold sting in her cheeks and the heat racing through her body, even though snow sneaked its way beneath her long coat sleeves.

A shadow fell across her face as a silhouette stepped between her and the sun. “Taking a break?”

She shielded her eyes and saw Daniel Travato standing in front of her, his gloved hands buried in the front pockets of his denim pants. His feathery hair peeked out from under his navy blue knit hat, and the frosty weather turned his pale face a rosy pink. “Yeah, I’ve been at it for twenty minutes already. I thought I deserved a breather.”

“Want some company?”

She lifted her shoulders, and her haphazard, unofficial snow angel shrugged with her. “Be my guest.”

Daniel spread his arms wide and fell backward in a snow pile next to her.

Valerie laughed. “You did that so solemnly.”

He smiled. “I wanted to savor it. I heard you had the best snow on the block.”

Valerie snorted as she rolled her cap over her eyes, blocking the sun. “Is that what brings you to my neighborhood?”