I Was Doing Just Fine Before I Met You.

“Ugh.” I groaned miserably, wiping the remains of mouthwash from the corners of my lips with the white hand-towel from the bathroom counter.

Blinking slowly, I wiped the drying water from my cheeks and stared back at my reflection. The dark bags under my eyes had my frown deepening and I sighed heavily, absolutely hating the white tint to my skin along with the uncomfortable weight in my stomach.

“Jack, you’re late!” Mom exclaimed from somewhere in the house.

I rolled my sore eyes and tossed the towel back on the smooth counter. Groaning, I swallowed thickly and brushed my fingers through my long hair easily. Dropping my hands back down, I watched my hair stay pushed back due to the light grease beginning to coat my roots and scowled. Trailing my eyes down, I took in my white t-shirt and paused when I caught sight of my stomach.

“I’m not going!” I shouted, tears filling the corners of my eyes as I stared at the bulge stretching out of my shirt.

“Yes, you are!” She yelled back, making the tears grow thicker.

“I’m not.” I argued through my quivering lips, storming back into my room. “Fuck this and fuck Alex!”

I jumped, stopping abruptly when my mom appeared out of nowhere. She stood in front of me with wide eyes and hands on her hips, fully dressed in her work clothes.

“This is not all Alex’s fault, is it?” She tsked, shaking her head. “Just take a deep breath and calm down. Your hormones should start leveling out better as you get into the second trimester-”

“Second trimester?” I whimpered, unable to keep the water from spilling over.

“Yes, Jack. You’re going to be four months pregnant next week.” She confirmed, reaching out to rub my arms. “Why are you crying?”

“Why do you think I’m crying?” I snapped, wiping my face roughly. “I can’t go to school looking like this.”

“Like what, pregnant?” She laughed incredulously. “Newsflash, you are pregnant. You were pregnant when you went to school last week and the week before-”

“You couldn’t see this one week ago!” I exclaimed, pointing to the bump poking through my shirt.

“Well, you can see it now and it’s only getting bigger.” She stated. “You can’t stay home for the rest of the year because you don’t want anyone to know. That’s not how it works.”

I sniffled, biting my lip hard in attempt to hold back the pathetic sobs wanting to escape. I crossed my arms over my chest tightly, trying my best to ignore the way my shirt rode up more than before. Rolling my wet eyes, I shoved passed her and stomped over to my bed angrily.

“Cut the attitude and get dressed.” She called after me, sounding quieter with each word. “You’re already ten minutes late.”

I rolled my eyes harder, wiping my cheeks with the backs of my hands as she walked out the door before retreating to my closet. Groaning, I pulled it open and sighed in frustration at all of the clothes hanging in front of me. Huffing, I pulled out the first black t-shirt I laid my eyes on and stared at the lowercase ‘s’ imprinted into the back of the neckline through blurred vision.

“Nothing in here will fucking fit me right!” I cried out, practically throwing my body into the closet door as fresh tears rushed down my cheeks.
I threw the shirt on the ground, moving to hold my hands over my face. I hiccupped, struggling to breathe through my endless crying while my stomach rolled uncomfortably. Swallowing thickly, I slid down the door until my butt hit the ground and wiped furiously at my cheeks. This is so unfair. Why is Alex so fucking attractive?

“No.” I whimpered, holding my hands along my stomach when it churned harshly.

I whined, forcing myself onto my knees and back to my feet just in time to rush right back into my bathroom. I dropped to my knees, barely hovering my head over the toilet when the bile rose up my throat.
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“You’re thirty-five minutes late.”

I scowled, watching Mr. Leon take the white slip from my hand and glance at the timestamp marked over it. I stayed silent, fighting the urge to let my eyes roll out of their sockets while he looked me over. Nodding at me, he motioned towards my usual seat and went back to talking about punctuation. I bit my cheek, clutching my backpack strap tighter and self-consciously pulling at my hoodie pocket as I walked across the small classroom.

“Remember ladies and gentleman, punctuation is key to writing.” He lectured. “It lets the reader know how the sentence should be read.”

I slipped my bag off of my shoulder and slipped into the first desk into the row furthest from the door. Pushing my bag under the desk, I unzipped it and pulled my notebook out quietly. I sniffled lightly, wiping my nose on the tip of my sleeve before pulling the pencil tucked in the rim of my notebook out and opening a new page.

“Who can tell me how to properly use a-”

I looked up from my blank page, feeling my heart skip a beat when Mr. Leon’s voice paused mid-sentence. Heat rushed up my neck as my eyes flickered towards his desk, quickly cooling down as soon as I realized the attention wasn’t on me.

“Gaskarth, really?” He questioned, making my ears perk up.

I turned in my seat, searching the back of the room until my eyes fell on Alex’s slumped figure. Him in his stupid comfy looking sweatshirt and another pair of his stupid joggers like the lazy ass he is. The hood over his head and sunglasses slung over his eyes made another ping of annoyance run through me alongside the slight surprise of seeing him in class for once. I huffed, leaning against the wall beside my desk. I spent the morning puking my brains out and getting forced into clothes while he’s hungover again and showing up when his parents probably don’t even care if he’s here or not.

“For the tenth time, take off the sunglasses.” He sighed, making some laughs sound around the room. “It’s a distraction and I’m not going to let you get away with sleeping in my class.”

“’m not sleepin’.” Alex muttered, leaning more into his palm over the desk.

“Off.” Mr. Leon ordered. “Now, so I can get this lecture finished before the bell.”

I rolled my eyes again, crossing my right leg over my left and twisting to get my notebook off the small desk. I pulled it onto my lap and stuck my pencil between my fingers, quickly scribbling the subject of the lecture on top of the page when the room got oddly silent for a few seconds.

“See me after class, Alex.” Mr. Leon told, clearing his throat. “Okay, so who can tell me the correct way to use a colon?”

I licked my lips, hovering my pencil over my paper while I stole a glance back over at Alex. I froze, nearly choking on my breath when I saw him slumping back in his seat calmly without the sunglasses this time. A sick feeling swirled in my gut and I felt my heart sink into my ribs as my eyes took in the purple-black, wet-looking bruise surrounding his right eye.

“Jack.”

I jumped, looking away from him and to the front of the room to find Mr. Leon raising his eyebrows at me. I blushed in embarrassment from getting caught staring, trying my best to look nonchalant.

“Don’t come to my class late and not listen on top of it.” He scolded. “You can see me after class too.”

I nodded silently, twisting around in my seat until I faced the whiteboard instead of the other desks in the room. Biting at my frowning lips, I stared into my notebook and forced myself to write down every word he spoke because there’s no way he’s not going to quiz us on this tomorrow or the next day without warning. By the time I had four pages written, the bell was sounding off through the speakers and everyone was nosily jumping out of their seats.

Staying behind as told, I slowly closed my notebook and tucked my pencil back into its place before I grabbed my backpack from the ground. Once I tucked my notebook away and zipped the pocket up as slowly as possible, I slipped out of my desk and forced my backpack on. Nerves bubbled in my stomach and my heart skipped a few beats as I walked over to the large desk in the center of the room. I held my breath, nervously fiddling with the ends of my grey beanie while I stopped just in front of where he sat on top of his desk.

“I’ll start with you.” Mr. Leon spoke, breaking the silence. “You’re never late. What changed?”

“I was sick.” I answered quietly, looking down at the black maternity leggings clinging to my legs: courtesy of my mother.

I licked my lips, getting more uncomfortable the longer I stood in front of him. His silence made the heat form back up my neck and I found my hands tucking into my pocket to keep my hoodie stretched out more than usual.

“You were sick.” He repeated suspiciously, tapping his fingers on his thighs. “You look a little tired, but not sick.”

I fought the urge to groan. So, I slept in and was late. How is it his business? Why does he need to know I spent my morning throwing up? I’m struggling with this mess I made myself and I’m definitely not in the mood to explain myself further. This is my business and I’m not ready for it to be out in the open. I’m not ready for his judgement or anyone’s judgement and I’m definitely not prepared to be one of the names coming out of everyone’s mouth. Once word gets out that I’m pregnant there’s only a matter of time before its known that Alex is half-responsible for it and in no way, am I looking forward to getting the backlash from all of his fucks. Boys are jerks, but girls are vicious and I’ll be dammed if I let one nosey-ass English teacher be the start of my downfall.

“He’s pregnant.” Alex announced right as I opened my mouth.

I gawked, my eyes stretching to their limit as I whipped around to see him standing right behind me. He stepped over beside me, plopping back over the desk behind him and tucking his hands into the pockets of his grey joggers. I blinked, feeling my heart beat rapidly in my chest while I glanced back towards Mr. Leon’s own shocked face.

“Fuck you Alex.” I hissed angrily, the heat in my face intensifying as I turned back towards him instead.

“You did, didn’t you?” He quipped, successfully making my blood boil.

I jumped towards him, not hesitating to smack him in the chest as hard as I could. I repeated the process two more times, struggling to get in one more when I was pulled back. I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest tightly and looking back to Mr. Leon with fire in my eyes. How fucking dare he throw out my business like that when I thought I made it clear that nobody is meant to know right now.

“Hey now.” Mr. Leon said calmly, raising his hands in surrender. “What’s going on here?”

“Jack’s not sick, he’s pregnant and I’m wearing sunglasses because I got my ass handed to me.” Alex went on, ignoring my glare. “Can we fucking go now?”

“No, you can’t go now.” He laughed humorlessly, settling his gaze back to me. “Are you actually pregnant or?”

“Yes.” I answered, calming down slightly with a heavy sigh. “Four months next week and before you ask, my parents are aware.”

“Okay pause,” He stopped, looking over at Alex unsurely. “I don’t think you should be involved in this conversation.”

“He’s the father.” I informed, turning my attention back towards Alex. “I didn’t want anyone knowing right now, ass-hat.”

“’Cause they wouldn’t notice you turning into a fucking balloon.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes at me. “If I can see it, they can.”

“You know it’s there.” I argued, frowning as his words sunk into my mind and there was no stopping my hand from swatting at his head a fourth time. “I’m not a fucking balloon! You’re such a prick.”

“Calm it down.” Mr. Leon warned, pushing me back another two feet from Alex. “This can’t go unmentioned, Jack. You need to speak with Mrs. Kent and Principle Wilkins. You can’t not tell anybody-”

“I was going to tell everyone that needed to know when I was ready.” I cut in, glaring in Alex’s direction. “The only people I’m avoiding are the rest of the twelfth grade.”

“That’s fucking stupid.” Alex scoffed.

“You’re fucking stupid.” I snapped.

“Knock it off, you two.” Mr. Leon ordered just as the warning bell for next period sounded.

“If I’m late again I get a detention and Wilkins is gonna call my dad.” Alex told, standing back up in front of me. “Can I go?”

“You can both go, but you’re not getting out of talking to me tomorrow Gaskarth.” He nodded, looking back to me. “Come back and see me at lunch, Jack.”

I groaned, this time not fighting the eyeroll. I held my backpack strap tightly and made a beeline towards the door. Pulling it open, I stepped out and felt my cheeks flush at the line of students forming along the wall. Clearing my throat, I hurried down the hall and turned the corner right as the final bell for second period went off.

“Dammit.” I grumbled, not in the mood to have everyone’s eyes on me a second time.

“Cheer up, buttercup.”

I scowled, looking up from my feet to find Alex standing almost directly in front of me.

“Are you following me?” I accused, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not in the mood.”

“You’re feisty today.” He observed, sending a wink down to me.

“I don’t want to look at you.” I sighed, losing the energy to yell. “You piss me off. Don’t go telling my business to anyone else.”

“I was doing you a favor.” He scoffed, quirking an eyebrow. “Last time I checked that business is just as much mine.”

“It has nothing to do with you.” I retorted, ignoring the flutter in my gut.

“It has everything to do with me, sweetheart.” He dismissed, licking his lips.

“You said you were going to get a detention if you were late again.” I reminded, forcing my feet to move again.

“I wanted to make sure you’re like, okay…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “You look down.”

“I’m fine.” I answered, picking up my pace a little bit.

“Jack, wait.” He called, grabbing onto my elbow.

I slowed to a stop, turning to face him expectantly once he removed his hand. I bit my lip, feeling my heart skip when I looked up to find him already staring down at me with his light brown eyes. I breathed in deeply, slowly letting it out while I cocked my hip impatiently.

“I’m going to be twenty minutes late with you taking your damn time.” I complained.

“Look, I didn’t mean to blurt it to Leon.” He apologized, rubbing at his neck once more. “I uh, you clearly don’t want to be here right now-”

“What’s your point?” I interrupted, raising my eyebrows.

“Skip with me.” He suggested, tucking his hands back into his pockets.

“What?” I laughed, covering my mouth to quiet myself down.

“Skip with me.” He repeated, stepping closer. “You don’t wanna go to class. I don’t wanna go to class.”

“You said-” I started, stopping when he shushed me.

“I know what I said.” He chuckled, that stupid little smirk settling on his lips. “You comin’ or not?”

I gnawed at my bottom lip, looking above his head until my eyes fell onto the large clock nailed above the set of lockers near us. Anxious butterflies fluttered through my chest and I knew I would be in trouble later, but that didn’t stop me from nodding my head.

“Seriously?” He asked, starting to walk backwards towards the exit.

“You sound surprised.” I noted, slowly following him.

“I am.” He shrugged, pushing the door open and holding it open for me.

I stepped outside, shivering at the cold morning air and holding my arms closer together. A new rush of nerves hit me as the seconds passed while I walked beside Alex timidly. I went back to chewing my lip, rubbing my hands up my arms as we walked towards the parking lot. Shivering, I watched my breath appear through the November chill in front of my face as we got deeper into the parking lot and nearly jumped out of my skin when I was pulled into warmth. I swallowed a deep breath, digging myself more into Alex’s warmth as his arm dangled over my shoulders loosely.

“Hop in.” He said, the click of the doors unlocking filling my ears once we were in front of the black pickup truck I saw yesterday.

I bit my cheek, another swarm of butterflies racing through my veins as soon as my cold fingers wrapped around the passenger door handle. Pulling lightly, it clicked open and I hopped up into the seat. Once the door closed, I slung my backpack off and dropped it by my feet before looking over just as Alex closed his own door.

“I have to see Mr. Leon after lunch.” I relayed hesitantly, cursing myself for how awkward it came out.

What the hell was I thinking?

“I remember.” He chuckled, rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

I bit at my lip, moving my gaze toward the window. Silence fell around us, thickening the tension forming and I sighed quietly. Dropping my hands in my lap, I fiddled my thumbs together and tried to hold in the chills wanting to rake through my body. Clearing my throat, I swallowed my nerves and turned sideways in the cushiony seat.

“Where are we going?” I wondered, tucking my feet underneath me.

“Considering the fact that Mrs. Phillips just walked out, nowhere.” He sighed, slumping in his seat as he looked at me.

I frowned, peering out of the windshield until my eyes fell on the familiar figure of the hall monitor retreating back towards the small box office near the parking lots entrance.

“Will she check for parking passes?” I questioned, taking in the worn red sticker in the bottom left corner of the windshield.

“Nah, not ‘til after lunch.” He brushed off, dropping his keys into his cupholder.

I sat still, feeling my face heat up as I stared at him. Another silence fell between us, but this time I just kept my eyes on him. His dark hair was covered by a beanie similar to mine and he still had that shadow of facial hair taking over the majority of his face. I swallowed thickly, mentally pushing the warmth stirring in my gut away. Shaking my head, I lifted my gaze from his jawline and back up to his eyes. I coughed, heat rushing to my cheeks at his raised eyebrow.

“How’d you get the black eye?” I questioned, fighting my eyes to stay connected with his.

“How would you get a black eye?” He asked back, rolling his eyes again.

“Okay, who punched you?” I rephrased, leaning against the door with my own eyeroll.

“Your mom.” He answered after a minute.

“What?” I giggled.

“She’s got great aim.” He went on, smiling his crooked smile when another giggle escaped me.

“I know my mom is insane, but she would never be able to do something like that.” I explained softly, shaking my head.

“It got you to smile.” He reasoned, shrugging his shoulder. “Are you having a better day yet?”

“A little bit.” I admitted, looking down to my lap when the butterflies returned.

“Yeah, how can I make it a lot better?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I blushed, hearing my heart beat through my eardrums.

I tucked my arms back over my chest, shivering a little less than before from not getting hit with the wind. The longer we sat inside the truck, the warmer it seemed to get but it was still cold enough to see breath. Sighing, I leaned my head into the seat and relaxed. Warmth spread through my thigh and I held my breath, looking down to find Alex’s hand.

“Would it get a lot better if you warmed up?” He asked suggestively, slowly running his hand up further.

I stared down at his long fingers, watching them curl around my thigh just enough to make my stomach flip excitedly. I let out a shaky sigh, looking up from my lap as Alex’s hand pulled away. He pulled up the thick armrest between us, revealing a small middle seat before he was scooting over it and running his right hand back up my thigh.

“Maybe.” I blurted, blushing hard when his face hovered just a few centimeters from mine.

“You think so?” He smirked, sending tingles up my spine as his warm breath hit my lips.

“I do.” I breathed, surprising myself with my flirtatious tone.

I gasped, bumping my head back against the window when he pressed his lips into mine unexpectedly. I breathed in through my nose, raising my hands to his neck while his worked on spreading my legs open. I clutched his hood, squealing in surprise when my body suddenly flattened along the bench of seats and felt the warmth in my gut intensify at the hardness poking into my right thigh. I sucked in another sharp breath, arching up as his warm hands slipped underneath my hoodie and up my bare sides. Chills ran up my spine and I hummed, spreading my legs more apart to fit his hips better as he hovered above me.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled, pushing his face into the crook of my neck.

I gasped, tilting my head back when his lips brushed sensitive skin. I clutched at his hood a few seconds longer, moving my hands back up his neck and knocking the beanie off of his head. He chuckled, sending more chills through me as he pecked at the spot over my neck.

“Do something.” I whispered, grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair.

“What do you want me to do?” He whispered back, his lips barely brushing my skin.

“You know what I want.” I accused, resting my legs over the back of his thighs.

“Do I?” He teased, gently pecking the spot I’ve been yearning for him to touch.

“Yes.” I gasped, pressing down on the back of his head to force his lips back where I wanted them.

He chuckled some more, planting a much harder kiss along the side of my neck. I opened my mouth silently, already ten times warmer than I was five minutes ago as he continued to cover my neck in wet kisses. My breathing picked up and I shoved my head into the hard back-cushions of the bench when his teeth nipped the damp skin. I moaned, tightening my thighs around his hips when he nibbled harder. I tugged my fingers, the hair on the back of my arms standing up at the growl escaping his throat and vibrating through my neck. Blinking, I stared up at the dark grey ceiling and choked out another breath when the nibbling turned into harsh sucking.

“Oh.” I hummed, feeling the thin material of my leggings rub up my stomach where my boner made itself known.

Alex’s hands slipped underneath my back, pulling the hem of my sweatshirt up hard enough to bring the thick material up my chest and over my head along with my own beanie once he kneeled up enough to get it off of me. I looked down, my eyes casting over the bump briefly before his hot fingertips pulled my head back up how it was. I breathed in, wrapping my arms back around his neck while his lips slipped in between mine. I pressed back just as hard, forgetting all about every concern I ever had about kissing before and putting my attention on the way his tongue ran over mine.

“Mm.” I whimpered, peering my eyes open when he pulled away.

He pulled his hoodie over his head, followed by his t-shirt and I took the opportunity to sneak a few deep breaths in while my eyes trailed over his toned stomach. My heartbeat thumped loud in my ears as I looked over his muscular arms, the shitty lighting in the car making it impossible to admire all of the tattoos coating him before he was back on top of me. I gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders when he ground his hips into mine. I held on tightly, following his hand with my eyes as he fiddled with the glove-compartment until it opened. I licked my drying lips, taking in the bottle of lube he pulled out before slamming the glovebox closed again.

“How do you wanna do this?” He rasped, using his teeth to pop the cap off of the tube.

“What?” I asked breathlessly, watching him through my hazy eyes.

“S’okay if I’m on top?” He proposed, tugging at the thick waistband of my leggings with his other hand.

I nodded, unable to form words as I watched him yank my pants down my legs. I sucked in a deep breath through my nostrils, taking note on my fast breathing as soon as he knocked my moccasins off of my feet. I licked my lips, raising my hands to my flushed cheeks as everything hit me at once. Butterflies that felt like Ostrich erupted in my stomach and I watched him tug his joggers down in what felt like slow motion. The bulge tenting out of his red boxers made my heart pound out of my chest and I forced my gaze back up at the ceiling as the nerves from earlier hit me again full force.

“Ready?” He asked, knocking me out of my daze.

I bit my lip, giving him another silent nod despite my sudden anxiety.

“Tell me.” He told softly, looking into my eyes.

“I’m ready.” I confirmed, not willing to deny the throbbing between my legs.

He leaned down, stopping so close to my lips that I could feel the coolness of his lip rings against my skin and staying there. I relaxed, closing my eyes once his nose pressed into the side of mine. Letting out a slow breath, I felt his fingers press into my hips until they were tearing my underwear off. I shivered once I felt the waistband slip over my heels, feeling completely vulnerable while Alex took in my naked body.

“You look even better sober.” He examined, spreading my knees and exposing my everything.

I gasped, feeling my pre-come drip up onto my stomach while I let my eyes flicker down. Alex licked his lips, staring at me with dark eyes while his hands slipped from my knees to underneath my thighs.

“Fuck.” He admired, squeezing my soft skin tightly.

I moaned lightly, his appreciation of my body making me feel even more warm and fuzzy inside. My sound brought his eyes back to mine, that stupid smirk making my toes curl in want. I sucked in another sharp gasp when his body collided into mine, the only thing separating us being his thin boxers.

“You feel better yet, Jack?” He breathed into my ear, his hard-on rubbing against my ass perfectly.

“No.” I choked out, pressing my thighs into his sides.

He pressed against me, rubbing me in all the right ways and successfully making me look like an idiot with my mouth open in a silent cry. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin in anticipation while my back arched just barely off of the seat.

“I got you.” He muttered, circling a wet finger around my entrance.

“Alex.” I gasped, my mind drifting from when he had time to lube up his fingers to the warmth of his first finger pushing passed its boundaries.

I clutched at his shoulders, a shudder of pleasure racking through me when he curled his finger knuckle-deep. I pushed back instinctively, pressing my face into his neck when he stuck another finger in unexpectedly.

“Shit, you’re tight.” He hissed, scissoring his fingers around.

I bit my lip, curling my toes when his fingers began to move a little more freely. The warmth in my gut was growing stronger, making me a little nervous about lasting much longer. Before I could say anything about it, his fingers were gone and I felt so empty it was almost painful. I let out another shaky breath into his neck, running my hands back up his neck and into his hair just as the slick sound of him coating himself filled my ears.

“Get in me.” I pleaded, not even embarrassed at how desperate I sounded. “I want it so bad.”

“Fuck, I want it bad.” He agreed quietly, leaning on his left elbow. “Look at me.”

I turned away from his neck, leaning my head back and gazing up into his eyes as an unfamiliar wet-warmth pressed over my entrance. I bit my lip anxiously, watching him as my stomach flipped in excitement and want.

“I wanna see your face.” He whispered, leaning down closer to me.

I hummed in acknowledgement, dropping my jaw when the warmth covering my entrance was suddenly pushing through. I spread my legs as far as they could go, pulling at his hair and struggling to keep my eyes open.

“Uhn!” I exclaimed, wrapping my calves around his back. “Oh my God.”

“Mm.” He grunted, his warmth filling me as much as he could go. “Call me Alex.”

“Alex.” I gasped, tossing my head back. “Move already.”

He obliged, pulling out and pushing back in almost instantly. I choked on my breath, unable to keep the moans from spilling out of my lips with every thrust. My mouth gaped open, the only sound getting through my ears being Alex’s low grunts mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against my skin. The hot sensation filling my lower half was intense and had me seeing stars while the pit of my gut stung with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck me.” I slurred out, his warm hand tugging at my right thigh until my leg was over his shoulder. “Alex!”

I cried his name over and over, begging him to hit that spot that made my vision white out again without any control of myself. Everything felt so good. So good I couldn’t hear myself, so good that water is leaking from the corners of my eyes, so good that I can feel my legs shaking violently against his side and shoulder, everything so fucking good.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” He choked out, the sound barely coming through the ringing in my ears. “Fuckin’ sound so hot.”

“Alex. Alex. Oh, fuck me. AlexAlexAlex.” I chanted, clenching all of my muscles when it got too much too fast. “Uh, yeah. Mm.”

I wrapped my arms and legs around him tightly, barely registering his hand pressing over my mouth as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I choked out something even I couldn’t understand, sinking my teeth into one of his fingers while hot spurts of my cum shot up my stomach. I held still, coming back down to a new warmth filling me up while my body shook from over-stimulation. I gasped for breath, finally hearing the buzzing in my ears die down and taking in my cotton mouth. Swallowing dryly, I opened my tired eyes and stared up at Alex as he shook above me. Drops off sweat fell from his face, some of them landing right into my mouth and others falling onto my cheeks.

“Oh.” I said weakly, tracing my fingertips over his wet shoulders. “Don’t crush the baby.”

His hands stopped moving along my hips abruptly and I breathed in deeply, hearing the snap of his boxers against his skin. Humming, I wiped the drying water from the sides of my face and blinked back the sleep wanting to take over me. Forcing my eyes open with the movements beside me, I watched Alex pull his joggers back on and reach back into the glovebox almost desperately.

“What’s wrong?” I croaked, pushing my fingers over my sore throat as I leaned up on my shaky elbow.

“Get dressed.” He stated, pulling a pack of cigarettes out and grabbing his sweatshirt.

I attempted to clear my scratchy throat, sitting up just enough to make the horrible ache in my back and ass known right as he pushed his door open. I closed my legs, causing myself more pain when I curled up to block the rush of cold air swarming through the car before the door shut again. Blinking slowly, I watched Alex try to light the cigarette between his lips three times until it finally let off some smoke before his words rang through my head.

Pressing my lips together, I sat up carefully and grabbed my boxers from the floor in front of me. Sticking my feet through the holes, I pulled them up my legs and over my thighs. The waistband snapped into my hips and I grabbed my inside out leggings from the edge of the bench-seat, my stomach churning as I turned them right side in. Once I got them over my legs, I pulled my moccasins back on and wiped at my eyes some more. Looking around the small space, I found my hoodie and pulled my beanie out of the hood before slipping it back on over my head. It almost felt like a dream as I tucked my greasy hair back into it, like I’m not really here right now. Like I didn’t just have my first time all over again.

I jumped, the door opening and scaring the shit out of me as I slipped my arms back into my hoodie. I laughed nervously as I looked over, shoving my cold hands into my pocket. Alex coughed, the smell of smoke filling my nostrils instantly as the air surrounding the car took over the inside due to Alex’s opened door.

“Um,” He started, leaning in the door with his lit cigarette sticking more outside. “get out.”

“’cuse me?” I managed to squeak out, attempting to clear my throat again.

“You heard me the first time.” He muttered, looking away as he took another puff from the cancer stick.

“I’m pretty sure I need a few minutes to recover.” I whispered, not wanting to strain my already weak voice.

“Walking helps more than sitting.” He commented, blowing smoke through his nose.

“Don’t be an asshole again.” I frowned, ignoring the flipping in my stomach. “You made me feel a lot better, y’know.”

“You,” He stopped, coughing into his elbow and taking a longer inhale. “I need you to get out of my fucking truck.”

“Did I do something?” I whispered, hating the sting forming in the corners of my eyes.

I frowned, the burning sensation growing worse when his lifeless laugh filled my ears. I watched him breath in another sick amount of smoke through my blurring eyes before he pushed the door shut.

“Get outta here before it hits ten after or you’ll be watchin’ Ashley bounce in my lap.” He announced from outside, throwing me a peace sign as he turned his back to me and walked away.

Notes

Alex is an asshole


Jack's belly looks like this now