#53 Let’s fix that foul mood
It was nice of Tiffany to invite us over for her birthday, but I really don’t feel like driving three hours. Since she’s one of Caroline’s best friends, we can’t exactly say no, but I would have preferred to be on the couch with Dshawn. Or in bed, sleeping. I’m so tired from all the boring things you have to do when you manage a restaurant. Giovanni was right when he said that I already did 80 percent of the tasks that come with the job, but it turns out that the 20 percent that James took take of consists of boring paper work that has me holed up in that stupid office more than I’d like. Gio is still in town, showing me everything I need to know, and it’s nice to see how he handles things. He doesn’t yell as much as I do, but he doesn’t tolerate slacking off either. His management style is different from mine, and I’m learning a lot from him.
Luckily, Dshawn is driving, since I am just too damn exhausted. I’m not exactly nice company this week. Dshawn has been great about it, but I can’t help but feel like I’m not exactly being a good girlfriend these days. We haven’t had sex in a week and I haven’t even taken care of myself. I can barely drag myself into the shower as it is, I don’t even want to think about spending any more time there than needed. And by the time I tumble into bed, not a single part of my body is aching for anything other than sleep.
When we’ve been in the car for over an hour already, even the radio is starting to annoy me, so I turn it off and lean back with my eyes closed, wishing that we could just turn around and head back home.
“I’m sorry,” I tell Dshawn, opening my eyes to glance at him. “I promise I’ll be back to my normal self tomorrow.”
He shrugs and keeps his eyes on the road. “No problem, baby.”
“You keep saying that,” I grunt, “but even you can’t be that understanding.”
“Honey, it’s the first week of your new job. You still haven’t replaced Hollister, so Kieran is too busy to help you like he normally does. Of course it’s tough. I get it. I’m here for you.”
For some reason, him being so sweet is annoying to me. I just hate myself when I get like this. It’s not like me to be moody. Sure, I snap at Dshawn sometimes when he leaves his shoes in the middle of the living room and I fall over them, but I don’t usually whine and bitch like I’ve been doing this week.
“Don’t you miss fun Shaughna?” I ask him, a little afraid of the answer.
Dshawn grins and throws me a knowing look. “She’ll be out to play soon enough. Don’t worry, babe, I love all of you, even this grumpy side of you. I’m just glad that your job at Animals is now officially over and that one of your days off is always on the weekend. I’m getting to see more of you than before and I love it.”
“Even when I’m not fun to be around?” I whine, unable to help myself. “I don’t even like myself these days.”
Dshawn suddenly takes the exit, not following the navigation app of his phone anymore.
“Hey!” I exclaim, looking at him in surprise. “What are you doing? We’re already cutting it close. Do you need gas or something?”
“No,” Dshawn says, sounding smug. “My girlfriend needs a pick-me-up, and I happen to know her so damn well that I know exactly what will do the trick.”
I grunt and roll my eyes. “Please don’t buy me ice cream or something. I’m not a little kid.”
We reach the gas station and Dshawn pulls into the parking spot so far away from the service station and the streetlights that we’re almost in complete darkness when he turns off the ignition and kills the headlights.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he unbuckles his seatbelt and snaps mine open as well. “We have to get going, Dshawn! I don’t want to be late!”
“Just shut up, woman,” he says teasingly. “You’re going to love me in about… well, ten minutes, I’d say. Depends on how good I am at this. And I’d say I’m amazing, so maybe five will do.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, turning so I can look at him. He’s smirking and pushing his chair as far back as it can go, trying to get comfortable. What the hell is he doing?
“Take off your panties and get on top of me,” he orders me suddenly, his voice deep and sensual. “Don’t think about it, don’t whine, don’t argue. Just do it.”
I stare at him in shock. Does he seriously want to do this? Right now? In the car? I mean… I’ve done it in a car before, but we’ve got somewhere to be, and I’m in the worst mood ever and-
“Don’t overthink,” Dshawn says, interrupting my thoughts. His eyes are intent on mine. “Just let fun Shaughna come out to play.”
I laugh at that and decide to just go with it. Why the hell not, right? It’s a good thing I’m wearing a skirt today, since I don’t even have get naked to do this. I just shimmy out of my panties and climb over to his side. He has pulled his pants down enough to free his already erect penis from his pants, and I have to admit he’s already got me going just from that sight alone. I bump my knee against the steering wheel, which results in me dropping down in Dshawn’s lap rather unceremoniously.
I’m not quite in the right mood yet, but Dshawn isn’t rushing to push into me. He kisses me first, his hands knotting in my hair. My body immediately relaxes into his, enjoying how warm and familiar he is. And hard. Rock hard in fact. I slowly start grinding against him, making him grunt into our kiss.
“I’ve never done this before,” he whispers into my ear.
“Really?” I ask, a little surprised. It’s kind of nice to know that I’m the first girl he’s ever fucked in his car. It makes me feel special even though this whole situation is not exactly classy.
Dshawn moves a hand between us so he can touch me, grunting when he feels that I’m starting to get wet. Two fingers slip in, making me gasp, and then he draws them out and moves his now wet fingers over my clit. Hmm. I think I like this spontaneous side of him. A lot.
“Take me,” I whisper in his ear, making him shiver. “Fuck me before someone sees us.”
He grabs my hips to readjust my position slightly and I move a hand down to guide him in, moaning when he fills me up completely. This position is perfect for such a confined pace and I have to admit that the idea that someone would walk up to the car at any moment is kind of hot.
“This should cheer you up, right?” Dshawn asks seductively. “I know it’s already working wonders for my mood.”
He’s still got a firm grip on my hips, guiding me in a fast pace that has both of us moaning out in pleasure. I use my hands to unbutton the top of my blouse, freeing one boob by pulling the bra cup down. Dshawn immediately closes his mouth around my nipple, sucking it just the way I like it.
“Fuck,” he says when he pulls back for a moment. “You better come soon, because I’m not going to last long. It’s been a week.”
“Surely you’ve been taking you care of yourself?” I ask him, surprised to see him shake his head. “What? Why not? You’re allowed to jerk off, babe.”
He grunts and slams me down on him hard and fast. “I don’t want to. I want you.”
The desire in his eyes has me going for real now, the pleasure in me building up rapidly. He sees the change in me and moves his mouth back to my nipple, running his tongue over it before sucking it in completely. He holds still for a moment, letting me move around in slow circles, enjoying how he’s hitting just the right spot within me. I moan and pick up the pace again, which he immediately meets by trusting up.
“Yes,” I moan, “that’s it.”
He grunts against my puckered nipple, sending shivers down my spine. “I missed you, baby,” he said darkly. “Come for me, my dirty little vixen.”
My body follows his command, spasming around him. He follows me immediately, slamming me down on him a few more times before relaxing his hold on me.
“Fuck,” he says with a small lazy smile. “That was good.”
I kiss him softly, but I know that we can’t stay like this for too much longer. A car is driving slowly toward us and if they park beside us, they’ll get quite the view. I raise my body from him slightly and wince at how wet and sticky I am. Dshawn grabs a handful of tissues from the glove compartment and wipes us off so I can climb back to my side. When I pick up my panties, I wince at how dirty they are.
“Jezus, Dshawn,” I complain, “you’ve got to clean this car. I can’t put these on! There’s mud on them!”
He pulls his pants back up and laughs quietly. The car driving in our direction parks two spaces over, making both of us grin with how close we were to getting caught.
“Going commando, baby?” Dshawn asks suggestively. “That is going to make this birthday party very interesting for me.”
I can’t help but smile at that. He starts the ignition, turns the radio back on and a minute later, we’re back on the road. Dshawn puts one hand on my leg, squeezing softly. I put my hand on top of his and sigh contently.
“I fixed you, didn’t I?” Dshawn says, smirking. “Damn, if I’d known that it would be that simple, I’d have fucked you back at home, before even getting in the car.”
“Sex didn’t fix my mood,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You did.”
“My wicked love-making skills did,” he insists. “You’re smiling again, baby. I’ve missed that smile. It’s so beautiful.” He glances at me for a moment, throwing me a wink. “Your tight wet pussy did wonders for my mood as well, in case you were wondering.”
“You were pretty chipper already,” I reply, amused by how much he’s enjoying this. He’s right though, I am in much better mood now.
“Yeah, I was happy, and thanks to our little adventure in the parking lot I’m now walking on air,” Dshawn says, still with that wicked grin on his face. “Damn, I’m ready for round too now. Do you think we have time for another stop?”
I laugh and look down at his crotch, realizing that he’s not even kidding. “We’re already going to be late. It’ll have to wait until after the party.”
“Caroline’s guestroom,” Dshawn says, wiggling his eyebrows. “Better be quiet then, vixen.”
“Stop it,” I exclaim, laughing. “Please don’t keep doing this all night. I don’t know most of the people at the party and I don’t want them to think that I’m some kind of sex-crazed slut.”
“You are a sex-crazed slut,” he jests. “And once those people lay eyes on me, they’ll get why. I’m too hot to resist. Enormous penis, rock-hard abs, alluring smile, gorgeous smooth skin…”
“…that smells like oranges,” I add, laughing at him. “Yeah, you’re a real prize.”
We keep up our banter all the way to Tiffany’s place, and by the time he pulls up into a vacant parking spot, I’m in incredibly high spirits. Dshawn walks around the car to open the door for me, pulling me against him for a moment.
“Thanks for being so awesome,” I mumble into his shirt.
Suddenly, I feel his hand slide down my back, then upwards under my skirt, grabbing my bare ass. I gasp and tell him off, but he just chuckles and gives my ass one last squeeze before tugging my skirt back down. While I make sure no one will notice that I’m going commando, Dshawn gets our present for Tiffany from the backseat and locks the car. Smiling to each other, we ring the doorbell.