Hello! My name is Emily, I'm 20-something (but who's counting), and I have been on Tumblr for way longer than I should admit. I am a writer, a passionate history lover, a dedicated full time [and only kind of delusional] George Russell enthusiast, and an avid defender of both Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri.
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Current WIPs:
Members Only [GR63, Adult Film Star AU (m/m & m/f)]
The Way It Goes 🩵 [GR63, Slice of Life Blurbs]
↳ A/N Dusted this bad boy out of the vault for you lovely people. Inspired by Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf and Animals by Nickelback
↳ Summary: You've been involved with your pastor's youngest son for weeks now; wrapped up in sin disguised as salvation. But your sneaking around can only stay secret for so long.
↳ Pairings: Dark!Pastor's Son!George Russell x Innocent!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)
↳ Word Count: 6.6k
↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, George is not a nice guy in this, sacrilegious (read at your own risk) but branch of religion is unspecified, corruption, manipulation and using God/religious threats as a manipulation tactic, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), road head, dangerous driving (lol), praise, power trip vibes, unprotected (and interrupted) sex, George actually LIES to her FACE for once.
Peering out your bedroom window over the moonlit suburban street, you waited. With impatient breath you kept your eyes to the left of your family’s property where the expected car would emerge at any moment. You were sitting in your window ledge, small purse draped over your shoulder, waiting for his arrival at any moment. He had told you that he would be there by 10:00 and it was approaching 9:55. You weren’t worried. George never lied.
After your initial sinful rendezvous together in his empty family home, you found yourself drawn to the pastor’s youngest son and him to you. He seemed to have a bit of a reputation that was hidden so well behind his God-adoring persona he put on every Sunday and he permitted you to be one of the rare few to know of this true secret. He seemed to be your apple in the Garden of Eden but, with a promise of holy forgiveness, you trusted him to still help to deliver your soul to Heaven no matter what.
Maybe his smooth voice and handsome face did a better job at convincing you of this as your self-doubt and regret felt fewer and farther between as the weeks had gone by.
Right on time—as always—a pair of bright white headlights streaked along the rain dotted pavement, still damp from that afternoon’s storm. The first flicker of a glance at the approaching car had you tossing your other leg out of your open bedroom window, unable to hide the excited smile that played at your lips. It was a clean jump onto the overhung roof below your bedroom window and then, carefully, you crouched down onto the edge of the roof and climbed down the garden trellis like a ladder before landing on your feet on the damp grass.
Like perfect timing, the car coasted up to the curb just as you turned to the street and hurried across your lawn towards it. The passenger door opened up without the car coming to a complete stop and you grinned at the sight of George’s handsome face as he leaned across the front seats, one hand staying secure on the wheel.
“Need a ride?” he asked teasingly.
You hopped into the passenger seat easily and closed the door behind you with a sweet, “Thank you.”
George reached up to take your chin in his hand and you followed his lead to lean in and kiss his lips once before he was sitting back in his seat again. With a rev of the engine and a slight skid of the tires on the rain streaked street, he was pulling away from the curb and off into the night.
He looked like an honest angel in the light of the moon and the flicker of streetlamps that passed through the windshield between the odd squeak of the wipers over the glass, clearing the remnants of the rain. The light glinted off his cross necklace that always kept its place between the opened buttons of his collared shirt that he wore outside of public functions. It was as though his skin was only yours to see. You liked it that way. It was only you, him, and God.
“I was lucky my brother gave me back the car just in time for tonight. Looks like the weather might not hold up for us so the motorcycle would have been a bad idea,” George said casually.
You skimmed your gaze along the dashboard of the dated but well cared for Mercedes, “Didn’t know you had a car and a motorcycle.”
“My brother and I share the car,” George answered, glancing over at you for a split second with a playful smirk at the corner of his lips, “But I like calling it mine.”
You nibbled at your bottom lip under the brief intensity of his stare, keeping your legs together politely in the passenger seat as you were always raised to, hands folded in place. He had seen more of you than anyone had ever before but he still made you nervous. He was God-chiseled handsome afterall; who wouldn’t be nervous?
As he turned onto the main streets of your town, headed to a destination unknown to you, his large hand fell onto your thigh, giving you a squeeze over your skirt, “Your parents didn’t see you sneak out, did they?”
You shook your head and let your fingers trace his delicately, “No, they were already gone to bed by now.”
George glanced over at you again and you noticed how his eyes dropped to your lips before raising back to your eyes, “They wouldn’t be pleased if they knew what their little girl was up to after dark, huh?”
“You think?” you chuckled shyly, setting your hand fully over his.
As the car coasted to a stop at a red light over a quiet intersection, George leaned in towards you with a sultry smirk, breathing his reply back to you, “And…I think I feel it in my veins…that we are going to have to go to confession tomorrow morning.”
You always acted on instinct with him so it wasn’t odd at the speed at which you reached up and grabbed him by the back of his neck to pull his lips on yours. His hand tightened on your thigh and you shared deep exhales into your few lingering kisses before the bath of red light switched into a flood of green. The smirk he pulled away from your lips with had you blushing and slouching back against the leather seat. He made you feel like a dirty sinner in the most heavenly way. The feelings were addicting.
As the car pulled through the intersection and increased speed until you were sure George was pushing the speed limit, he reached over to turn the radio on, glancing between the road ahead and the dash as he adjusted the knob to a clear station and then turned up the volume. He sang along to the lyrics with that same heavenly voice that blessed the church’s men’s choir with something that tasted like a true gift from God.
But the music was loud and he only turned it louder, speeding out of the town and into the barren rain-slicked roads beyond until you were habitually reaching to grab onto the handle above your door.
“Aw, angel, come on,” George chuckled at your move, speaking loudly to top the music, “You know I’d never do anything to get you hurt.”
“I know,” you muttered back.
“C’mere,” he moved his hand from your thigh to grab your wrist away from the handle and he led your palm to press flatly against his chest under the airy button up he wore, “Feel that?”
You stared at how he held your hand against his chest, your skin pressed to his, and you licked your lips at the strong thudding of his heart beneath your palm. He glanced over at you again before looking back to the road.
“That’s proof of how alive I feel with you.” he said, “More than fast cars or loud music or reading the word of the Lord.”
“Just me?” you asked innocently.
“Yes, angel.” George grinned, easing your hand away from his chest and he set it back on your lap, “Wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that, would I? Now, hold on tight.”
You laced your fingers tightly with his over your lap as he pressed down harder against the gas pedal and his car sped up along the dark vacant streets just outside of town. With his left hand gripping the top of the steering wheel, you passed through empty intersections and coasted through stop signs with not another car in sight. It was freeing with him and the trust you had in him outweighed your habit to be anxious, giving you the ability to relax back against the leather seat to the thudding of the radio and his heartbeat that he promised beat only for you. He spoke niceties that had you like putty in his hands. You were sure it was God given love.
You were addicted to him and the world of pleasure and forgiveness he introduced you to.
The thrill elated you and the handsome young man in the driver's seat only lured your temptations back to the surface. Your hand still tingled with the feeling of his chest under your palm and you untangled your fingers from his to reach over to touch his body again, gliding over the sleeve of his leather jacket with an innocent little smile. George didn’t stop you, leaving his hand securely on your thigh as he drove you through the night, letting you engage in sins of lust and greed to your heart's content.
His cross necklace only lured your hand to his chest, dragging down the warm flesh of his pecs to the material of his white button-up. He seemed unbothered—enticed even—and you copied his own action by setting your hand on his thigh over his black jeans. The muscle tensed slightly as he drove, foot pressing down onto the gas pedal, and you gave his thigh a squeeze just to feel how he exhaled heavily.
“Can I touch you?” you asked sweetly.
George glanced over at you with a little smirk and then turned back to the road, “You may.”
You shifted eagerly in your seat to face him as much as your seatbelt would allow and your hand glided up high thigh to the front of his jeans. He helped you to unbuckle his belt with one hand and you pulled it out of the loops and tossed it to the floor of the backseat to give him your full attention instead as you unzipped his fly. George set both hands securely on the steering wheel, staring ahead through the windshield at the dark night beyond and let you tug the front of his jeans open a little wider.
You felt tingly when you touched him as if curing an incurable desire and you couldn’t bite back your smile as you rubbed your hand strongly over the front of his underwear to feel what he was hiding underneath. George let out a soft hum and he shifted in his seat and spread his legs a little wider for you and yet stayed so focused out the windshield. With cautious little rubs, you teased him over his briefs with a gentle hand, tracing the shape of his soft cock with your thumb until you could feel him slowly starting to stiffen under your touch.
George dropped his hand on top of yours, “Squeeze, angel. Just like how I showed you.”
You nudged his hand away and once he was holding onto the steering wheel again, you gave him a nice firm squeeze in your palm. He inhaled sharply at the feeling, shuttering a moment, and as he did, the car habitually jerked forward a little faster along the road.
“That’s it,” George groaned out through a light chuckle, hips nudging against your hand.
“Does that feel good?” you asked innocently, leaning in over the centre console right up against his ear, “Sir?”
And then your hand was slipping down the front of his underwear and you grabbed tightly around the thick girth of his hardening cock and his mouth fell open for a second, briefly glancing down to his lap before back to the road.
“Naughty little angel,” George said lowly, almost muted by the loud music, and he slouched against the seat to give you room to fish his cock from his pants. He kept both hands on the steering wheel, eyes focused darkly out the windshield as he sped through the night.
You giggled breathily against his ear as you slowly started stroking his cock in your hand, watching his face intently at your every slight move and how his brows furrowed in pleasure by the light of the moon and the tint of neon reflecting from the dashboard. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you stared at him, feeling him harden right in your hand like the Holy Spirit took him over and you flushed with a proud blush.
The rock music from the radio was loud enough to keep you both quiet and focused on your hand around him and it felt like when your hand sped up, so did the car. The adrenaline was coursing through you like a drug, intoxicating you like the blessed wine of the church, and you couldn’t get enough of the thrill it brought you. So you unbuckled your seatbelt and swiped your hair over one shoulder and tucked it behind your ear before leaning right down to his lap.
“Fuck, angel,” George rushed out as he saw you bend over the centre console and his jaw fell slack as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked teasingly at it. A shuttering moan tumbled from his mouth, “Fuck, baby…”
You hummed softly around him, holding his dick still with your hand around the base as you started to suck him off. It was an awkward position as he drove but you were far too addicted to him to stop, moaning sweetly around him just to feel how his body tensed at the sensations.
“That’s it,” George groaned.
He tore his eyes from the road for a moment to brush your hair out of the way so he could see the way he was fitting inside your mouth so perfectly. You pushed yourself lower, shaking your head a little to get him deeper, and your rough gag was heard over the loud thudding rock music.
When you felt him reach the back of your throat, he thudded his hand down against the wheel with a gasping curse, “Fuck!”
You shifted on your seat so your legs were tucked up under you and you gave him all your trust and concentration, using your left hand to work with the bobs of your mouth as your right found its way to his balls. George spread his left leg out wider to give you room and his hips lightly tried to thrust up into your mouth, his bottom lip clutched between his teeth. The car growled beneath you.
The lust in his eyes was unbeknownst to you as he was strictly focused towards the road, pushing forty over the speed limit on the barren rural streets lit only by the moon above. You could only suck more out of him, addicted to the taste of the salty precum that leaked from the tip with your every move and you dropped your mouth down around him again and again. George’s knuckles were turning white with how he was gripping the wheel, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he just wanted to watch you bent over his lap instead.
He pulled one hand from the wheel to reach over and flip up the bottom of your skirt to spank your ass blindly, making you choke around his cock a little but you giggled it off sweetly, the reverberations of your innocent excitement only making him want you more. It was like you couldn’t stop yourself, letting your mouth drool spit down your hand and between his legs as you bobbed your head faster, desperate for what he could give you.
“Good girl, my sweet dove,” George breathed shakily, squeezing the flesh of your ass before slapping his hand down again all while keeping his eyes on the road, “Sucking my cock with the same mouth you’re gonna be asking for forgiveness with later, huh?”
You muttered a messy “Yessir” around his dick.
George tisked down at you, moving his hand to pet your hair as he glanced down at you again before looking back to the road and speaking tightly, “Naughty angel, I guess no one ever taught you not to speak with a full mouth.”
You loosened your grip around his cock to grab a fistful of his shirt instead and to let yourself be completely smothered by him, gagging yourself on him greedily. George moaned loudly, a dark chuckle reverberating in his chest, and he set both hands back on the wheel again, pleasure spread all over his handsome face. The night sped past you along the country road and as you sucked him closer to orgasm, his breaths only got more jagged and the car seemed to drift out of the lane a little more.
“Stop, stop, stop,” George rushed out, dropping a hand down to slide between you and his lap so he could ease you away from him. He groaned as you sat back in your seat and he glanced down at his aching hard cock that was streaked in your glistening spit before he had to focus back on the road, “Fuck, I was gonna drive into the ditch if we didn’t stop.”
“Did I do a good job?” you asked softly, a little smile on your face as you slumped back into your seat properly and did up your seatbelt again.
“Yeah, angel,” George huffed, “You’re so fucking good with your mouth.”
You brushed the backs of your hands over your flushed cheeks and kept your eyes on him across the front seat of the car as he pulled off the road and into a darkened clearing near the train tracks that ran towards your town. He parked under the shadows of the trees and locked the emergency brake before leaning over the centre console to take your face in his hand and guide you closer. Your lips met gladly, mouths open and eager, and you unbuckled your seatbelts to permit yourselves the freedom of sin.
The night was pitch black outside his car except for the dim glow of the headlights against the trees and the neon lights from the dashboard that glowed across his face. His large hand slid around the back of your neck and you shifted in your seat to lean towards him closer, humming pleasantly against his lips and tongue. Blindly, he reached over to the radio and clicked off the music. Silence fell.
Your little giggle lingered between you and you linked your finger in the chain of his cross necklace to pull him in, savouring the sound of your wet kisses and nothing else. The world felt on pause.
“Gonna let me touch you?” George whispered into your kiss.
“Yessir,” you breathed before letting your head fall back as he moved down your neck.
His hand slid down your body and he caressed the skin of your thigh just under the hem of your skirt. His touch had you biting your bottom lip, eyes closed peacefully in anticipation, and you habitually tried to push your hips towards his hand for more.
George was controlling and he grabbed your face in his hand to pull your lips back to his but his dominant nature is what honestly made you weak at the knees. He knew all the workarounds after all—or so he claimed. He was your gateway to heaven and pleasure at once.
The feeling of his fingers inching up your inner thigh had you spreading wider for him naturally, desperate for his sinful touch, and your fingers tangled helplessly in the back of his brown hair. George’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip and tugged at it gently as his fingers grazed over the front of your panties and right down between your parted thighs. You had been waiting for him for a while so there was no doubt that you were already wet and his low groan into your kiss was only proof of that fact. He didn’t speak, and instead, he started rubbing slow circles over your clothed pussy until the wet material was only growing damper.
You were hung up on his lips, leaning over the centre console towards him and nearly pulling him right after you, unable to get enough of him in the silence of the cold dark night. Before you could get your fix of his hand between your legs, he was switching off the car and pulling away from your lips with a final swipe of his thumb over your bottom one.
“Wanna get in the back?” he offered smoothly.
Unable to say no to that tempting offer, you eagerly shuffled between the two front seats and fell ungracefully into the back. George was following right after you, knocking his foot against the dash for a moment on his way but you just grabbed the sides of his leather jacket and helped to pull him clumsily into the backseat and almost completely on top of you. You shared soft laughter that was swallowed up by your kiss and he shifted onto the seat beside you and his hand cradled your face tenderly.
His pants were still unbuckled, letting his cock still stand free against the white material of his button up shirt and you helped him to push off his leather jacket from his shoulders and tossed it into the front seat. George breathed deeply into your feverish kisses, holding your body close to his as his tongue helped itself to your mouth and you fisted the front of his shirt adoringly. Nothing felt better than being with him like that, so secretive and dangerous but so right. He knew how to make you feel alive…he knew how to make you feel closer to God than ever before.
George tugged gently at the bottom of your shirt, “Take this off.”
You obeyed, moving back from his kiss just long enough for you both to pull your shirt over your head and drop it into the front seat with his jacket. Then your lips met again, sharing ungraceful kisses and soft moans as he pulled your leg across his lap and you slung your arm around his shoulders to lean into him. You could have stayed there forever just kissing him in the backseat of his car but your desire only grew as his hand slid up your waist to your chest and he squeezed one of your breasts over your thin lace bra.
Your soft moan had him moving down your neck again and your hands worked on the last few buttons on his shirt to undo it completely and he let you pull it from his shoulders. It, too, was tossed into the front seat as his lips trailed down your collarbones. The windows were already starting to steam up from your passionate kisses contrasting the cool nighttime air outside the car, and you slumped backwards against the seat as George kissed between your breasts, his large hands kneading them greedily.
His hair was home to your hand, welcoming the way his lips trailed the curve of your breasts and the warm sensation of his breath across your skin that rose shivers in its wake. George shifted slightly and as you rested back into the corner between the door and the backseats, he let his hand push up your skirt again. You bit back your grin to the roof of the car as he moved even lower down your body and he rolled up your skirt around your waist to let his face fit between your spread thighs. WIth your fingers in his hair, George kissed over your damp panties, letting his tongue tease you through the fabric a little bit before he was pulling them down your legs.
It was cramped in the backseat but you shifted together to get your underwear off and tossed aside, followed quickly by George’s restricting jeans, leaving him only in his briefs as he moved back down between your legs. Your hand that wasn’t taken to his hair reached up to grab onto the handle above the car door, ground yourself with its grip as you watched God’s best creation find Heaven between your thighs.
The way he could work his tongue along your body was salacious and yet so addictingly blissful that you only ever used the name of the Lord in vain in moments like that, breathing a raspy “oh my God” to the roof of the car as George’s hands wrapped around your thighs and he slid his tongue inside you.
Hearing you curse made his ego swell and he moaned against your cunt until you were grinding against his face slightly for more. It was as if he took it as his job to pull the sin from your body and then cleanse you back to innocence by the following morning. Surrounded by the dark of the night outside the car, you swore you were seeing the gates of Paradise by the faint neon light of the dashboard.
George pulled away from you with a wet slurp and he sat back the best he could on his knees in the backseat, shuffling to push off his underwear to the floor. You felt high on bliss, eyes still resting closed as the warmth of the cramped and steamy car took you over and you waited for his touch again.
“Open your eyes, angel,” George said gently.
You peered up at him behind long lashes, cheeks blushed in the nighttime darkness that leaked through the car, and you reached for his silhouette positioned in front of you. His body found yours again, lips meeting ungracefully, and you soaked up each slight curve of muscles under your hands from his shoulders down his back and around to his abs, pressed into yours like he was the Adam to your Eve.
George shifted in the backseat and pulled your body down a bit more so you were laying perfectly underneath him, propped up against the leather seat and the cool car door. With one foot anchored on the floor and the other leg bent at the knee against the seat, he slid the head of his cock between your legs to collect some of that sweet wetness that pooled out of your body just for him.
The hint of his touch made you shutter and you grabbed the chain of his necklace to brace yourself through the anticipation as he lined up with your pussy. His breath against your cheek had you squirming for it, and you moaned his name sweetly against his ear as you wrapped your arm around his shoulders.
You were completely infatuated with him; having only fallen for him more since your first afternoon together by a twist of fate and a mix of dates in the confessional booth. He went from your secret crush to your undeniable lover and he could make your heart race by a single glance, a single touch. He injected the strongest sense of faith into your veins from the dirtiest of sins. It was living.
“Stop,” you whispered suddenly, pressing your hand to his chest.
“What is it?” George asked as his eyes in the dark searched your expression for uncertainty.
“I just gotta know…before we do all this again,” you mumbled, scratching your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as you hesitated for a beat, finding the courage to ask the question that had been nagging at you for weeks, “Do you love me?”
“Do I love you?” George repeated as if in pure surprise by your question.
You had never shared that word before, only keeping your situationship to strictly physical. In fact, you didn’t even know where you stood with him. You had never wanted to break the moment by asking him, not wanting him to be put off by your advances or anything equally as ridiculous. Risking losing this made you feel nauseous. But you needed to know. For your own heart and mind.
“Yeah?” you whispered, bumping your nose against his, “Do you love me?”
George shifted from over top of you to sit a bit more comfortably against the leather seat, putting a touch of distance between you that made your heart lurch. Even through the pitch black night, you could see the way his expression furrowed in the faint neon light of the dashboard.
“God says sex is between a man and a wife and I don’t even know where we stand,” you continued nervously, your finger still linked in the chain of his cross necklace as if worried that letting go would mean he would slip away from you, “I feel like…if you promise that you will love me forever and that you’ll make me your wife someday that this will be…that this will be all worth it.”
“Angel,” George chuckled breathily as he reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear, “We don’t have to be married to get into heaven. I’ve told you that.”
“I know but I want to know what this is,” you gestured between you two.
George chewed nervously at his bottom lip and if it wasn’t so dark you would have been able to see the uncertainty spread all over his face.
“Do you love me?” you repeated, “Will you love me forever?”
“Listen to me, my dove,” George cleared his throat slightly and shifted back in towards you for a quick kiss as he tried to position his body over top of yours again, “let me sleep on it, okay? I’ll give you my answer in the morning.”
“I gotta know right now, George,” you said as sternly as you could muster with your hands pressed to his chest.
“You’re basically proposing marriage,” George reminded you.
“I’m not,” you whispered, sliding your hands up his back, “Just that you love me and maybe you want to court me and then someday in the far future we may want to rid our sins completely and be married in the eye of the Lord.”
“Do you want that?”
You hesitated a moment but nodded, “I do.”
George leaned down and kissed your lips, “Okay.”
He kissed you again.
“I love you.”
The words tasted foreign on his tongue as he spoke them to you in the deep dark night, steaming the windows in those eight letters heard by the Lord above and your ears only. You grinned up at him, leaning up to kiss his lips again as your hands wrapped around the sides of his neck to pull him closer again, unable to taste the hesitation on his breath.
“I love you too,” you breathed right back, wholehearted honesty in your reply.
Maybe it was the fact that you were pinned underneath him and taunting him with your spread legs and heavenly sinful pussy only centimeters away from his aching hard cock, tempting him with that undeniable pleasure that he couldn’t help but spill stretches of the truth into the air between you.
George lined himself up with your heat once more, muttering under his breath, “I swear to God, I’ll love you to the end of time.”
But it was the lie that you needed to hear to let him in and who could take that back after seeing the way you grinned up at him so sweetly. Angelically. He never lied but for you, he would.
Then you kissed him again and he found his salvation on your tongue and the pleasure in your touch and he felt just as helplessly tempted as you had been with him from the very beginning. How could one deny this pleasure?
You helped to pull him inside you by two hands on his bum and you shared hungry moans into each other’s mouths as he slid right inside you so easily, so effortlessly. You were each other’s forbidden fruit and you couldn’t get enough of each other no matter how dangerous it was.
George’s head was above your shoulder as he started to thrust into you slowly, his hands holding himself up on the back of the seat and the ledge of the door and he mouthed to the starry sky through the fogged up window, “Lord, help me.”
You whimpered sweetly against his ear, dragging your nails across his back to pull him in more. George groaned against your cheek as he pushed into you faster, fucking you into the backseat of his car in the pitch black night. Your eyes were adjusted to the dark by then but you still kept them closed tightly to peak all of your other senses on him instead, spreading your legs wider to permit him deeper. It felt so much better after your shared confessions of love and you clung onto him adoringly, moaning sweetly for him as he stuffed you full.
“Good girl,” George breathed, “Gonna go harder, okay?”
“Yes, please, sir,” you nodded eagerly.
George anchored his foot on the floor to help himself fuck you harder until you could nearly feel the car rocking with his every move. It was erotic and so steamy in the cramped confines of his car that you felt on fire, tingling with bliss, and hung up on the man who captured your heart and soul. You reached a hand up behind you, streaking your handprint and arm across the fogged up window before tangling your fingers in the back of his hair.
But a sound coming from outside caught your attention and you bit your lip to keep yourself quiet to try and listen for it again. In the darkness that surrounded the car in the middle of nowhere, anything could be lingering. You knew George would protect you from anything but that fact didn’t help ease your sudden onset of nerves.
“George,” you whispered, trying to sit up to look through the back window of the car.
“Shhh,” he pulled you against his chest and guided you back down into the corner beneath him, holding your leg around his waist.
You heard the sound again, like the shutting of a car door in the near distance and you set your hands on his shoulders to slow him down, trying to look over your shoulder out the foggy side window, “What was that?”
George reached a hand up to your face and pulled your lips back to his as he kept pounding into you, consulting you against your mouth, “The wind.”
You let your head fall back against the seat to break your kiss and he didn’t stop his pace.
“No one else knows where we are,” George mumbled against your neck.
You tried to focus back on him and the pleasure he so easily brought you—until you saw a shadow approaching across the dirt clearing and you could recognize that silhouette anywhere.
You literally gasped and shoved George off of you, “That’s my dad outside the car!”
“What?” George grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on as he peered out the streaked window at the figure approaching. “Shit!”
“Oh my gosh, he’s gonna kill me,” you rushed out, grabbing your clothes from George as he tossed them at you in the cramped backseat before tugging up his own pants.
“He can’t prove it’s you yet. Let’s just fucking go.” George said as he clambered back into the driver's seat.
You were right behind him, holding your skirt down around your waist as you fell into the passenger seat and pulled on your shirt, waiting for the comforting turn of the engine.
“Where are the keys?” George whispered sharply.
“How am I supposed to know? You drove,” you retorted, panic apparent in your voice as the figure drew closer through the dark. You tried to slouch down and hide your face so he couldn’t tell it was you as George bent down to pat around on the pitch black floor beneath the steering wheel.
“They must have fallen when we were getting into the back,” he mumbled, his voice wavering slightly, strained by his stretch to reach under the dashboard.
You had never seen him nervous before. Not like this.
“Come on, Georgie,” you whimpered, slouching down farther in your seat in shame.
But then there was a tap at the window and it was too late. With the manual crank for the windows, you rolled it down to be face to face with your father in the dead of night and the middle of nowhere. He spoke your name sternly, his face barely visible but you could see the angered disappointment in his features.
“Hi, Daddy,” you mumbled, eyes downcast, praying he couldn’t smell the stench of sex that undoubtedly had filled the cramped car.
Your father crouched down to see inside and get a look at who the culprit was who had taken his daughter in the middle of the night. It didn’t look good with George in nothing but his unbuttoned black jeans sitting in the driver's seat, keys now in hand.
“George Russell,” your father spoke in sickening disbelief, “Pastor Steve’s son, my word.”
“Good evening, sir,” George spoke as politely as he could muster, putting back on his Sunday persona that the rest of your town knew all too well.
“I must say I am completely appalled and disappointed in the two of you,” your father scolded, “Sneaking out in the middle of the night, causing your mother to have a panic attack, and to do what? Be tempted by the devil? I need you in my car right now, young lady.”
“No, sir, it’s nothing of the sort,” George tried to reason with him, “We were just needing some time alone to go over the lessons that this week's reading taught us about giving yourself to the Lord and I know this late at night isn’t ideal but we couldn’t find another moment where—”
“Do you think I was born yesterday, young man?” your father snapped, “I will be giving your parents a call myself as soon as I get back home. This is unacceptable behaviour.”
You picked at the hem of your skirt, panties hidden in your clenched fist, and you struggled to keep your frightened tears at bay.
Your father tugged open the car door and gestured you out and across the clearing where his car was parked by the edge of the road in the distance, “Out. Get in my car. Now.”
George spoke your name carefully as you looked over at him for a moment and he tried to reach for you, not knowing what to say. For the first time in his life, he had no way to get out of this mess.
“No daughter of mine is going to be tempted to rot in eternal damnation by some perverted young man who knows words more than dignity.”
“We love each other, Daddy,” you pleaded as your father pulled you out of the car himself. You looked back to George but he was staring expressionlessly at the steering wheel. He wasn’t looking at you.
“You don’t know anything about love,” your father retorted as he slammed the car door behind you and pulled you by the arm back towards your family’s station wagon, “I want you reciting Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s like you never have before and I will take you to confession every morning myself until Pastor Steve deems you to be cleansed. I am sure he will have serious words for that blasphemous son of his.”
You stared over your shoulder at George’s darkened car as your father opened the passenger door to the station wagon and urged you inside. You wished you could have known what was going through his head now left alone in the cold, dark night as you were taken away. He hadn’t even tried to reach for you.
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"Oscar," Charles croons, moving a bit. She adjusts her position, straddling Oscar's lap. It puts Charles' ass right over Oscar's bikini-clad cunt. The slight pressure is enough to make her whimper under her breath, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Oscar looks up at Charles, eyes wide as she waits to be reprimanded.
"What are you worried about, my love?"
Charles moves in close, leaning her face nearer to Oscar's. Their mouths are inches apart and Oscar can see the flecks of blue and yellow in those beautiful eyes. Oscar whimpers again.
"The… Aren't there, like, paps and shit out here?"
The words feel like acid on Oscar's tongue, bitter as she says them. She misses the taste of Charles' lip balm.
One of Charles' hands slips up Oscar's chest and teases the side of her neck. Gold rings glint and sparkle under the sunlight and Oscar, for a moment, remembers just how good they feel inside of her. It makes her squirm beneath Charles' weight. Charles fiddles with the tie of Oscar's bikini top, lips quirked into a smirk at the thing's poor excuse for coverage. Oscar usually opted for something a bit more full-coverage—a one piece, an athletic cut top, something that keeps her tits hidden away. Charles thinks it's ridiculous that Oscar covers herself up like that; that Oscar should be showing off to everyone. It was just Charles' luck that Oscar had somehow forgotten her bathing suit, needing to borrow one from Charles.
For a moment, Charles looks at Oscar, assessing her expression.
"You are worried about the paparazzi?"
Charles' voice is different as she asks the question, voice lilted and wrapped in something velvety; woolen. It's almost as if she'd realized one of Oscar's deepest fears, being caught like this by photographers. And, Oscar guesses, maybe she had. Oscar didn't exactly have the penchant for this kind of behavior. She liked to keep her intimate affairs behind locked doors and in private spaces. She wasn't like Lando or Charles or Lewis. She didn't like the attention.
At the slight nod from Oscar, Charles coos and cups the girl's cheek. Her hand is big as it cradles Oscar's face. The other hand that had been pressed flat to Oscar's stomach follows suit, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. Charles tilts Oscar's head, locking eyes.
Oscar's stomach swoops with the movement, mouth going dry now. She licks at her lips, both out of nervousness and the sudden bout of want that courses through her. Oscar shifts a bit and can feel where her cunt is sticking to the material of her bottoms.
Charles pouts down at Oscar, though Oscar can see the hint of a smile on her lips.
"Mon lapin," Charles gently shakes Oscar's head from side to side and she feels a bit more like Charles' dog than her rabbit. "There is nothing to be afraid of. I promise. When we are this far out, they do not like to follow." Leaning even closer, Oscar thinks for a moment that Charles might kiss her. She hopes she will.
She doesn't.
Instead, Charles rubs their noses together, lovingly, if only Oscar would let herself believe it. Oscar feels her heart skip a beat. Despite all of the times that Oscar's been over or under Charles, nothing makes her skin buzz and her heart race quite like when Charles performs these soft, intimate acts.
Little things that a girlfriend might do.
Oscar shakes the thought out of her brain, though. Her and Charles aren't girlfriends, no matter how badly Oscar might wish they were. They're just… Something. Friends? Coworkers? For all Charles knows, she's just one of Oscar's heroes. Someone whom she worships, wordlessly. Charles could say jump and Oscar would ask "how high?" And the worst part? Oscar's pretty sure Charles knows that. That's what got them into this situation in the first place.
Oscar swallows down the butterflies tickling at her throat.
"You are safe here with me."
The words embed themselves under Oscar's skin before she's even able to process them. Her mouth forms a gentle 'O', breath hitching in the confines of her rib cage. Charles says them so easily, like they don't feel like warm honey, sticky and sweet on Oscar's brain.
Charles has had Oscar face down, ass up, working her into her fourth orgasm and Oscar doesn't think her brain felt this much like mush; matter leaking out of her ears as she melts into the lounge chair.
"Oh," Oscar breathes, blinking up at Charles, doe eyed and softened at the edges—vulnerable.
"Oh?" Charles repeats.
Where there'd normally be an air of teasing, there isn't any. Any and all semblance of mockery is completely absent in Charles' tone. Oscar swallows hard at whatever that could mean.
Chewing on her bottom lip, Oscar has to look away. Charles' eyes have always been intense at the best of times, but now, like this, Oscar feels that it's too much—staring up into Charles' eyes while she speaks to her in that tone. The one that says, "Trust me, rabbit. Just trust me". It's the tone that always has Oscar falling apart for her, thighs spreading open while Charles goes down on her until her chin is soaked and Oscar is gasping into the air with tears in her eyes.
It makes Oscar feel like a prey animal, cornered and lured into a false sense of security.
snippet from choscar yuri!! they r having yacht sex in tiny bikinis! and oscar is, of course, helplessly in love!
hey emily just want to ask what's your favorite fic that you've written?
It's like asking me which is my favourite child 😣 lolol
Disillusionment is definitely one of my top top top favourites; just because I put so much work into the research and perfecting the prose to suit the era!! It was exhausting but so much fun to write and I'm very proud of it (even read a [censored] version to my mother, I love it so much lol)
The Braking Point I'm most proud of the characterizations as I really push myself to create very deep, realistic, and well flushed out characters for this one!
Keep Passing the Open Windows was a really fun challenge for me, only writing chapters taking place a full year apart. I think I'm also my biggest critic on this one too because I feel like there's so much I could have done 'better' but I have to remind myself that this was a very unique format and these characters are still so, so special to me
Fantasy Island for some reason is always one of my favourites. I wrote it ages ago and usually I cringe at my old writing but there's something about it that feels ethereal to me. I always come back to this one.
Succumbing to the Forbidden proud of how insane and fucking filthy this one is LOL it's so out there I feel like someone else wrote it
Honourable Mentions of Ideas/Concepts that I'm proud that I thought of/created:
Members Only || Touch of a Rose || Prairie Rose || It's Strange but It's True || The Silver Arrows
In confessional if fmc meets someone who tries to convince her that her Catholic belief is just a stupid idea convincing her that she's being a slave to the belief of her family (and George). Showing her the fact that that she's just being at mercy of George and she's allowing her rights and dignity be stripped away from her. Like an awakening sort of thing. And do you think George would go ask her like "who told you that?"/"who did this to you?" Like you said his love is just in a surface level so i wonder once fmc's belief gets shaken up will George even be concerned (or is she so hypnotized so bad he knows she'll just comeback?😭)
I loooove this idea, anon! Just adds depth to the original concept of George getting jealous when she's talking to another guy. I'm hoping to actually write this blurb out properly at some point so gotta keep this ask handy!!
It's actually so spot on. I love the idea of the other man opening her eyes to kind of questioning all that she knew to be 'true' and 'just'. Maybe even before George knows she's talking to some other man. Maybe she comes home one day/sees him one day and starts bringing up these alternate ideas and challenges him on some of these beliefs and, yeah, like you said, he'd do the whole "who told you that?"/"who did this to you?".
During their engagement era there's definitely that tension, that surface-level 'love' (if you can even call it that) and between his cheating and her dabbing in other ideas and being in the company of this other man, things are very rocky for them. This is all definitely kind of a wake-up for George in a way...not 100% yet but it's at least allowing him to realize that he doesn't want her to find someone else or think she can be treated better by someone else. Maybe it's kind of a taste of his own medicine that he's too proud to admit. He plays it like he's tough and firm and doesn't 'care' but he totally deep down does.
no woman should ever have to explain why she doesnt do something to her body.... 'why don't you wear makeup?' 'why don't you shave?' like. thats what i look like. idk what to tell you
↳ A/N Dusted this bad boy out of the vault for you lovely people. Inspired by Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf and Animals by Nickelback
↳ Summary: You've been involved with your pastor's youngest son for weeks now; wrapped up in sin disguised as salvation. But your sneaking around can only stay secret for so long.
↳ Pairings: Dark!Pastor's Son!George Russell x Innocent!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)
↳ Word Count: 6.6k
↳ Warnings: 18+, smut, George is not a nice guy in this, sacrilegious (read at your own risk) but branch of religion is unspecified, corruption, manipulation and using God/religious threats as a manipulation tactic, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), road head, dangerous driving (lol), praise, power trip vibes, unprotected (and interrupted) sex, George actually LIES to her FACE for once.
Peering out your bedroom window over the moonlit suburban street, you waited. With impatient breath you kept your eyes to the left of your family’s property where the expected car would emerge at any moment. You were sitting in your window ledge, small purse draped over your shoulder, waiting for his arrival at any moment. He had told you that he would be there by 10:00 and it was approaching 9:55. You weren’t worried. George never lied.
After your initial sinful rendezvous together in his empty family home, you found yourself drawn to the pastor’s youngest son and him to you. He seemed to have a bit of a reputation that was hidden so well behind his God-adoring persona he put on every Sunday and he permitted you to be one of the rare few to know of this true secret. He seemed to be your apple in the Garden of Eden but, with a promise of holy forgiveness, you trusted him to still help to deliver your soul to Heaven no matter what.
Maybe his smooth voice and handsome face did a better job at convincing you of this as your self-doubt and regret felt fewer and farther between as the weeks had gone by.
Right on time—as always—a pair of bright white headlights streaked along the rain dotted pavement, still damp from that afternoon’s storm. The first flicker of a glance at the approaching car had you tossing your other leg out of your open bedroom window, unable to hide the excited smile that played at your lips. It was a clean jump onto the overhung roof below your bedroom window and then, carefully, you crouched down onto the edge of the roof and climbed down the garden trellis like a ladder before landing on your feet on the damp grass.
Like perfect timing, the car coasted up to the curb just as you turned to the street and hurried across your lawn towards it. The passenger door opened up without the car coming to a complete stop and you grinned at the sight of George’s handsome face as he leaned across the front seats, one hand staying secure on the wheel.
“Need a ride?” he asked teasingly.
You hopped into the passenger seat easily and closed the door behind you with a sweet, “Thank you.”
George reached up to take your chin in his hand and you followed his lead to lean in and kiss his lips once before he was sitting back in his seat again. With a rev of the engine and a slight skid of the tires on the rain streaked street, he was pulling away from the curb and off into the night.
He looked like an honest angel in the light of the moon and the flicker of streetlamps that passed through the windshield between the odd squeak of the wipers over the glass, clearing the remnants of the rain. The light glinted off his cross necklace that always kept its place between the opened buttons of his collared shirt that he wore outside of public functions. It was as though his skin was only yours to see. You liked it that way. It was only you, him, and God.
“I was lucky my brother gave me back the car just in time for tonight. Looks like the weather might not hold up for us so the motorcycle would have been a bad idea,” George said casually.
You skimmed your gaze along the dashboard of the dated but well cared for Mercedes, “Didn’t know you had a car and a motorcycle.”
“My brother and I share the car,” George answered, glancing over at you for a split second with a playful smirk at the corner of his lips, “But I like calling it mine.”
You nibbled at your bottom lip under the brief intensity of his stare, keeping your legs together politely in the passenger seat as you were always raised to, hands folded in place. He had seen more of you than anyone had ever before but he still made you nervous. He was God-chiseled handsome afterall; who wouldn’t be nervous?
As he turned onto the main streets of your town, headed to a destination unknown to you, his large hand fell onto your thigh, giving you a squeeze over your skirt, “Your parents didn’t see you sneak out, did they?”
You shook your head and let your fingers trace his delicately, “No, they were already gone to bed by now.”
George glanced over at you again and you noticed how his eyes dropped to your lips before raising back to your eyes, “They wouldn’t be pleased if they knew what their little girl was up to after dark, huh?”
“You think?” you chuckled shyly, setting your hand fully over his.
As the car coasted to a stop at a red light over a quiet intersection, George leaned in towards you with a sultry smirk, breathing his reply back to you, “And…I think I feel it in my veins…that we are going to have to go to confession tomorrow morning.”
You always acted on instinct with him so it wasn’t odd at the speed at which you reached up and grabbed him by the back of his neck to pull his lips on yours. His hand tightened on your thigh and you shared deep exhales into your few lingering kisses before the bath of red light switched into a flood of green. The smirk he pulled away from your lips with had you blushing and slouching back against the leather seat. He made you feel like a dirty sinner in the most heavenly way. The feelings were addicting.
As the car pulled through the intersection and increased speed until you were sure George was pushing the speed limit, he reached over to turn the radio on, glancing between the road ahead and the dash as he adjusted the knob to a clear station and then turned up the volume. He sang along to the lyrics with that same heavenly voice that blessed the church’s men’s choir with something that tasted like a true gift from God.
But the music was loud and he only turned it louder, speeding out of the town and into the barren rain-slicked roads beyond until you were habitually reaching to grab onto the handle above your door.
“Aw, angel, come on,” George chuckled at your move, speaking loudly to top the music, “You know I’d never do anything to get you hurt.”
“I know,” you muttered back.
“C’mere,” he moved his hand from your thigh to grab your wrist away from the handle and he led your palm to press flatly against his chest under the airy button up he wore, “Feel that?”
You stared at how he held your hand against his chest, your skin pressed to his, and you licked your lips at the strong thudding of his heart beneath your palm. He glanced over at you again before looking back to the road.
“That’s proof of how alive I feel with you.” he said, “More than fast cars or loud music or reading the word of the Lord.”
“Just me?” you asked innocently.
“Yes, angel.” George grinned, easing your hand away from his chest and he set it back on your lap, “Wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that, would I? Now, hold on tight.”
You laced your fingers tightly with his over your lap as he pressed down harder against the gas pedal and his car sped up along the dark vacant streets just outside of town. With his left hand gripping the top of the steering wheel, you passed through empty intersections and coasted through stop signs with not another car in sight. It was freeing with him and the trust you had in him outweighed your habit to be anxious, giving you the ability to relax back against the leather seat to the thudding of the radio and his heartbeat that he promised beat only for you. He spoke niceties that had you like putty in his hands. You were sure it was God given love.
You were addicted to him and the world of pleasure and forgiveness he introduced you to.
The thrill elated you and the handsome young man in the driver's seat only lured your temptations back to the surface. Your hand still tingled with the feeling of his chest under your palm and you untangled your fingers from his to reach over to touch his body again, gliding over the sleeve of his leather jacket with an innocent little smile. George didn’t stop you, leaving his hand securely on your thigh as he drove you through the night, letting you engage in sins of lust and greed to your heart's content.
His cross necklace only lured your hand to his chest, dragging down the warm flesh of his pecs to the material of his white button-up. He seemed unbothered—enticed even—and you copied his own action by setting your hand on his thigh over his black jeans. The muscle tensed slightly as he drove, foot pressing down onto the gas pedal, and you gave his thigh a squeeze just to feel how he exhaled heavily.
“Can I touch you?” you asked sweetly.
George glanced over at you with a little smirk and then turned back to the road, “You may.”
You shifted eagerly in your seat to face him as much as your seatbelt would allow and your hand glided up high thigh to the front of his jeans. He helped you to unbuckle his belt with one hand and you pulled it out of the loops and tossed it to the floor of the backseat to give him your full attention instead as you unzipped his fly. George set both hands securely on the steering wheel, staring ahead through the windshield at the dark night beyond and let you tug the front of his jeans open a little wider.
You felt tingly when you touched him as if curing an incurable desire and you couldn’t bite back your smile as you rubbed your hand strongly over the front of his underwear to feel what he was hiding underneath. George let out a soft hum and he shifted in his seat and spread his legs a little wider for you and yet stayed so focused out the windshield. With cautious little rubs, you teased him over his briefs with a gentle hand, tracing the shape of his soft cock with your thumb until you could feel him slowly starting to stiffen under your touch.
George dropped his hand on top of yours, “Squeeze, angel. Just like how I showed you.”
You nudged his hand away and once he was holding onto the steering wheel again, you gave him a nice firm squeeze in your palm. He inhaled sharply at the feeling, shuttering a moment, and as he did, the car habitually jerked forward a little faster along the road.
“That’s it,” George groaned out through a light chuckle, hips nudging against your hand.
“Does that feel good?” you asked innocently, leaning in over the centre console right up against his ear, “Sir?”
And then your hand was slipping down the front of his underwear and you grabbed tightly around the thick girth of his hardening cock and his mouth fell open for a second, briefly glancing down to his lap before back to the road.
“Naughty little angel,” George said lowly, almost muted by the loud music, and he slouched against the seat to give you room to fish his cock from his pants. He kept both hands on the steering wheel, eyes focused darkly out the windshield as he sped through the night.
You giggled breathily against his ear as you slowly started stroking his cock in your hand, watching his face intently at your every slight move and how his brows furrowed in pleasure by the light of the moon and the tint of neon reflecting from the dashboard. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you stared at him, feeling him harden right in your hand like the Holy Spirit took him over and you flushed with a proud blush.
The rock music from the radio was loud enough to keep you both quiet and focused on your hand around him and it felt like when your hand sped up, so did the car. The adrenaline was coursing through you like a drug, intoxicating you like the blessed wine of the church, and you couldn’t get enough of the thrill it brought you. So you unbuckled your seatbelt and swiped your hair over one shoulder and tucked it behind your ear before leaning right down to his lap.
“Fuck, angel,” George rushed out as he saw you bend over the centre console and his jaw fell slack as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked teasingly at it. A shuttering moan tumbled from his mouth, “Fuck, baby…”
You hummed softly around him, holding his dick still with your hand around the base as you started to suck him off. It was an awkward position as he drove but you were far too addicted to him to stop, moaning sweetly around him just to feel how his body tensed at the sensations.
“That’s it,” George groaned.
He tore his eyes from the road for a moment to brush your hair out of the way so he could see the way he was fitting inside your mouth so perfectly. You pushed yourself lower, shaking your head a little to get him deeper, and your rough gag was heard over the loud thudding rock music.
When you felt him reach the back of your throat, he thudded his hand down against the wheel with a gasping curse, “Fuck!”
You shifted on your seat so your legs were tucked up under you and you gave him all your trust and concentration, using your left hand to work with the bobs of your mouth as your right found its way to his balls. George spread his left leg out wider to give you room and his hips lightly tried to thrust up into your mouth, his bottom lip clutched between his teeth. The car growled beneath you.
The lust in his eyes was unbeknownst to you as he was strictly focused towards the road, pushing forty over the speed limit on the barren rural streets lit only by the moon above. You could only suck more out of him, addicted to the taste of the salty precum that leaked from the tip with your every move and you dropped your mouth down around him again and again. George’s knuckles were turning white with how he was gripping the wheel, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he just wanted to watch you bent over his lap instead.
He pulled one hand from the wheel to reach over and flip up the bottom of your skirt to spank your ass blindly, making you choke around his cock a little but you giggled it off sweetly, the reverberations of your innocent excitement only making him want you more. It was like you couldn’t stop yourself, letting your mouth drool spit down your hand and between his legs as you bobbed your head faster, desperate for what he could give you.
“Good girl, my sweet dove,” George breathed shakily, squeezing the flesh of your ass before slapping his hand down again all while keeping his eyes on the road, “Sucking my cock with the same mouth you’re gonna be asking for forgiveness with later, huh?”
You muttered a messy “Yessir” around his dick.
George tisked down at you, moving his hand to pet your hair as he glanced down at you again before looking back to the road and speaking tightly, “Naughty angel, I guess no one ever taught you not to speak with a full mouth.”
You loosened your grip around his cock to grab a fistful of his shirt instead and to let yourself be completely smothered by him, gagging yourself on him greedily. George moaned loudly, a dark chuckle reverberating in his chest, and he set both hands back on the wheel again, pleasure spread all over his handsome face. The night sped past you along the country road and as you sucked him closer to orgasm, his breaths only got more jagged and the car seemed to drift out of the lane a little more.
“Stop, stop, stop,” George rushed out, dropping a hand down to slide between you and his lap so he could ease you away from him. He groaned as you sat back in your seat and he glanced down at his aching hard cock that was streaked in your glistening spit before he had to focus back on the road, “Fuck, I was gonna drive into the ditch if we didn’t stop.”
“Did I do a good job?” you asked softly, a little smile on your face as you slumped back into your seat properly and did up your seatbelt again.
“Yeah, angel,” George huffed, “You’re so fucking good with your mouth.”
You brushed the backs of your hands over your flushed cheeks and kept your eyes on him across the front seat of the car as he pulled off the road and into a darkened clearing near the train tracks that ran towards your town. He parked under the shadows of the trees and locked the emergency brake before leaning over the centre console to take your face in his hand and guide you closer. Your lips met gladly, mouths open and eager, and you unbuckled your seatbelts to permit yourselves the freedom of sin.
The night was pitch black outside his car except for the dim glow of the headlights against the trees and the neon lights from the dashboard that glowed across his face. His large hand slid around the back of your neck and you shifted in your seat to lean towards him closer, humming pleasantly against his lips and tongue. Blindly, he reached over to the radio and clicked off the music. Silence fell.
Your little giggle lingered between you and you linked your finger in the chain of his cross necklace to pull him in, savouring the sound of your wet kisses and nothing else. The world felt on pause.
“Gonna let me touch you?” George whispered into your kiss.
“Yessir,” you breathed before letting your head fall back as he moved down your neck.
His hand slid down your body and he caressed the skin of your thigh just under the hem of your skirt. His touch had you biting your bottom lip, eyes closed peacefully in anticipation, and you habitually tried to push your hips towards his hand for more.
George was controlling and he grabbed your face in his hand to pull your lips back to his but his dominant nature is what honestly made you weak at the knees. He knew all the workarounds after all—or so he claimed. He was your gateway to heaven and pleasure at once.
The feeling of his fingers inching up your inner thigh had you spreading wider for him naturally, desperate for his sinful touch, and your fingers tangled helplessly in the back of his brown hair. George’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip and tugged at it gently as his fingers grazed over the front of your panties and right down between your parted thighs. You had been waiting for him for a while so there was no doubt that you were already wet and his low groan into your kiss was only proof of that fact. He didn’t speak, and instead, he started rubbing slow circles over your clothed pussy until the wet material was only growing damper.
You were hung up on his lips, leaning over the centre console towards him and nearly pulling him right after you, unable to get enough of him in the silence of the cold dark night. Before you could get your fix of his hand between your legs, he was switching off the car and pulling away from your lips with a final swipe of his thumb over your bottom one.
“Wanna get in the back?” he offered smoothly.
Unable to say no to that tempting offer, you eagerly shuffled between the two front seats and fell ungracefully into the back. George was following right after you, knocking his foot against the dash for a moment on his way but you just grabbed the sides of his leather jacket and helped to pull him clumsily into the backseat and almost completely on top of you. You shared soft laughter that was swallowed up by your kiss and he shifted onto the seat beside you and his hand cradled your face tenderly.
His pants were still unbuckled, letting his cock still stand free against the white material of his button up shirt and you helped him to push off his leather jacket from his shoulders and tossed it into the front seat. George breathed deeply into your feverish kisses, holding your body close to his as his tongue helped itself to your mouth and you fisted the front of his shirt adoringly. Nothing felt better than being with him like that, so secretive and dangerous but so right. He knew how to make you feel alive…he knew how to make you feel closer to God than ever before.
George tugged gently at the bottom of your shirt, “Take this off.”
You obeyed, moving back from his kiss just long enough for you both to pull your shirt over your head and drop it into the front seat with his jacket. Then your lips met again, sharing ungraceful kisses and soft moans as he pulled your leg across his lap and you slung your arm around his shoulders to lean into him. You could have stayed there forever just kissing him in the backseat of his car but your desire only grew as his hand slid up your waist to your chest and he squeezed one of your breasts over your thin lace bra.
Your soft moan had him moving down your neck again and your hands worked on the last few buttons on his shirt to undo it completely and he let you pull it from his shoulders. It, too, was tossed into the front seat as his lips trailed down your collarbones. The windows were already starting to steam up from your passionate kisses contrasting the cool nighttime air outside the car, and you slumped backwards against the seat as George kissed between your breasts, his large hands kneading them greedily.
His hair was home to your hand, welcoming the way his lips trailed the curve of your breasts and the warm sensation of his breath across your skin that rose shivers in its wake. George shifted slightly and as you rested back into the corner between the door and the backseats, he let his hand push up your skirt again. You bit back your grin to the roof of the car as he moved even lower down your body and he rolled up your skirt around your waist to let his face fit between your spread thighs. WIth your fingers in his hair, George kissed over your damp panties, letting his tongue tease you through the fabric a little bit before he was pulling them down your legs.
It was cramped in the backseat but you shifted together to get your underwear off and tossed aside, followed quickly by George’s restricting jeans, leaving him only in his briefs as he moved back down between your legs. Your hand that wasn’t taken to his hair reached up to grab onto the handle above the car door, ground yourself with its grip as you watched God’s best creation find Heaven between your thighs.
The way he could work his tongue along your body was salacious and yet so addictingly blissful that you only ever used the name of the Lord in vain in moments like that, breathing a raspy “oh my God” to the roof of the car as George’s hands wrapped around your thighs and he slid his tongue inside you.
Hearing you curse made his ego swell and he moaned against your cunt until you were grinding against his face slightly for more. It was as if he took it as his job to pull the sin from your body and then cleanse you back to innocence by the following morning. Surrounded by the dark of the night outside the car, you swore you were seeing the gates of Paradise by the faint neon light of the dashboard.
George pulled away from you with a wet slurp and he sat back the best he could on his knees in the backseat, shuffling to push off his underwear to the floor. You felt high on bliss, eyes still resting closed as the warmth of the cramped and steamy car took you over and you waited for his touch again.
“Open your eyes, angel,” George said gently.
You peered up at him behind long lashes, cheeks blushed in the nighttime darkness that leaked through the car, and you reached for his silhouette positioned in front of you. His body found yours again, lips meeting ungracefully, and you soaked up each slight curve of muscles under your hands from his shoulders down his back and around to his abs, pressed into yours like he was the Adam to your Eve.
George shifted in the backseat and pulled your body down a bit more so you were laying perfectly underneath him, propped up against the leather seat and the cool car door. With one foot anchored on the floor and the other leg bent at the knee against the seat, he slid the head of his cock between your legs to collect some of that sweet wetness that pooled out of your body just for him.
The hint of his touch made you shutter and you grabbed the chain of his necklace to brace yourself through the anticipation as he lined up with your pussy. His breath against your cheek had you squirming for it, and you moaned his name sweetly against his ear as you wrapped your arm around his shoulders.
You were completely infatuated with him; having only fallen for him more since your first afternoon together by a twist of fate and a mix of dates in the confessional booth. He went from your secret crush to your undeniable lover and he could make your heart race by a single glance, a single touch. He injected the strongest sense of faith into your veins from the dirtiest of sins. It was living.
“Stop,” you whispered suddenly, pressing your hand to his chest.
“What is it?” George asked as his eyes in the dark searched your expression for uncertainty.
“I just gotta know…before we do all this again,” you mumbled, scratching your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as you hesitated for a beat, finding the courage to ask the question that had been nagging at you for weeks, “Do you love me?”
“Do I love you?” George repeated as if in pure surprise by your question.
You had never shared that word before, only keeping your situationship to strictly physical. In fact, you didn’t even know where you stood with him. You had never wanted to break the moment by asking him, not wanting him to be put off by your advances or anything equally as ridiculous. Risking losing this made you feel nauseous. But you needed to know. For your own heart and mind.
“Yeah?” you whispered, bumping your nose against his, “Do you love me?”
George shifted from over top of you to sit a bit more comfortably against the leather seat, putting a touch of distance between you that made your heart lurch. Even through the pitch black night, you could see the way his expression furrowed in the faint neon light of the dashboard.
“God says sex is between a man and a wife and I don’t even know where we stand,” you continued nervously, your finger still linked in the chain of his cross necklace as if worried that letting go would mean he would slip away from you, “I feel like…if you promise that you will love me forever and that you’ll make me your wife someday that this will be…that this will be all worth it.”
“Angel,” George chuckled breathily as he reached over to tuck your hair behind your ear, “We don’t have to be married to get into heaven. I’ve told you that.”
“I know but I want to know what this is,” you gestured between you two.
George chewed nervously at his bottom lip and if it wasn’t so dark you would have been able to see the uncertainty spread all over his face.
“Do you love me?” you repeated, “Will you love me forever?”
“Listen to me, my dove,” George cleared his throat slightly and shifted back in towards you for a quick kiss as he tried to position his body over top of yours again, “let me sleep on it, okay? I’ll give you my answer in the morning.”
“I gotta know right now, George,” you said as sternly as you could muster with your hands pressed to his chest.
“You’re basically proposing marriage,” George reminded you.
“I’m not,” you whispered, sliding your hands up his back, “Just that you love me and maybe you want to court me and then someday in the far future we may want to rid our sins completely and be married in the eye of the Lord.”
“Do you want that?”
You hesitated a moment but nodded, “I do.”
George leaned down and kissed your lips, “Okay.”
He kissed you again.
“I love you.”
The words tasted foreign on his tongue as he spoke them to you in the deep dark night, steaming the windows in those eight letters heard by the Lord above and your ears only. You grinned up at him, leaning up to kiss his lips again as your hands wrapped around the sides of his neck to pull him closer again, unable to taste the hesitation on his breath.
“I love you too,” you breathed right back, wholehearted honesty in your reply.
Maybe it was the fact that you were pinned underneath him and taunting him with your spread legs and heavenly sinful pussy only centimeters away from his aching hard cock, tempting him with that undeniable pleasure that he couldn’t help but spill stretches of the truth into the air between you.
George lined himself up with your heat once more, muttering under his breath, “I swear to God, I’ll love you to the end of time.”
But it was the lie that you needed to hear to let him in and who could take that back after seeing the way you grinned up at him so sweetly. Angelically. He never lied but for you, he would.
Then you kissed him again and he found his salvation on your tongue and the pleasure in your touch and he felt just as helplessly tempted as you had been with him from the very beginning. How could one deny this pleasure?
You helped to pull him inside you by two hands on his bum and you shared hungry moans into each other’s mouths as he slid right inside you so easily, so effortlessly. You were each other’s forbidden fruit and you couldn’t get enough of each other no matter how dangerous it was.
George’s head was above your shoulder as he started to thrust into you slowly, his hands holding himself up on the back of the seat and the ledge of the door and he mouthed to the starry sky through the fogged up window, “Lord, help me.”
You whimpered sweetly against his ear, dragging your nails across his back to pull him in more. George groaned against your cheek as he pushed into you faster, fucking you into the backseat of his car in the pitch black night. Your eyes were adjusted to the dark by then but you still kept them closed tightly to peak all of your other senses on him instead, spreading your legs wider to permit him deeper. It felt so much better after your shared confessions of love and you clung onto him adoringly, moaning sweetly for him as he stuffed you full.
“Good girl,” George breathed, “Gonna go harder, okay?”
“Yes, please, sir,” you nodded eagerly.
George anchored his foot on the floor to help himself fuck you harder until you could nearly feel the car rocking with his every move. It was erotic and so steamy in the cramped confines of his car that you felt on fire, tingling with bliss, and hung up on the man who captured your heart and soul. You reached a hand up behind you, streaking your handprint and arm across the fogged up window before tangling your fingers in the back of his hair.
But a sound coming from outside caught your attention and you bit your lip to keep yourself quiet to try and listen for it again. In the darkness that surrounded the car in the middle of nowhere, anything could be lingering. You knew George would protect you from anything but that fact didn’t help ease your sudden onset of nerves.
“George,” you whispered, trying to sit up to look through the back window of the car.
“Shhh,” he pulled you against his chest and guided you back down into the corner beneath him, holding your leg around his waist.
You heard the sound again, like the shutting of a car door in the near distance and you set your hands on his shoulders to slow him down, trying to look over your shoulder out the foggy side window, “What was that?”
George reached a hand up to your face and pulled your lips back to his as he kept pounding into you, consulting you against your mouth, “The wind.”
You let your head fall back against the seat to break your kiss and he didn’t stop his pace.
“No one else knows where we are,” George mumbled against your neck.
You tried to focus back on him and the pleasure he so easily brought you—until you saw a shadow approaching across the dirt clearing and you could recognize that silhouette anywhere.
You literally gasped and shoved George off of you, “That’s my dad outside the car!”
“What?” George grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on as he peered out the streaked window at the figure approaching. “Shit!”
“Oh my gosh, he’s gonna kill me,” you rushed out, grabbing your clothes from George as he tossed them at you in the cramped backseat before tugging up his own pants.
“He can’t prove it’s you yet. Let’s just fucking go.” George said as he clambered back into the driver's seat.
You were right behind him, holding your skirt down around your waist as you fell into the passenger seat and pulled on your shirt, waiting for the comforting turn of the engine.
“Where are the keys?” George whispered sharply.
“How am I supposed to know? You drove,” you retorted, panic apparent in your voice as the figure drew closer through the dark. You tried to slouch down and hide your face so he couldn’t tell it was you as George bent down to pat around on the pitch black floor beneath the steering wheel.
“They must have fallen when we were getting into the back,” he mumbled, his voice wavering slightly, strained by his stretch to reach under the dashboard.
You had never seen him nervous before. Not like this.
“Come on, Georgie,” you whimpered, slouching down farther in your seat in shame.
But then there was a tap at the window and it was too late. With the manual crank for the windows, you rolled it down to be face to face with your father in the dead of night and the middle of nowhere. He spoke your name sternly, his face barely visible but you could see the angered disappointment in his features.
“Hi, Daddy,” you mumbled, eyes downcast, praying he couldn’t smell the stench of sex that undoubtedly had filled the cramped car.
Your father crouched down to see inside and get a look at who the culprit was who had taken his daughter in the middle of the night. It didn’t look good with George in nothing but his unbuttoned black jeans sitting in the driver's seat, keys now in hand.
“George Russell,” your father spoke in sickening disbelief, “Pastor Steve’s son, my word.”
“Good evening, sir,” George spoke as politely as he could muster, putting back on his Sunday persona that the rest of your town knew all too well.
“I must say I am completely appalled and disappointed in the two of you,” your father scolded, “Sneaking out in the middle of the night, causing your mother to have a panic attack, and to do what? Be tempted by the devil? I need you in my car right now, young lady.”
“No, sir, it’s nothing of the sort,” George tried to reason with him, “We were just needing some time alone to go over the lessons that this week's reading taught us about giving yourself to the Lord and I know this late at night isn’t ideal but we couldn’t find another moment where—”
“Do you think I was born yesterday, young man?” your father snapped, “I will be giving your parents a call myself as soon as I get back home. This is unacceptable behaviour.”
You picked at the hem of your skirt, panties hidden in your clenched fist, and you struggled to keep your frightened tears at bay.
Your father tugged open the car door and gestured you out and across the clearing where his car was parked by the edge of the road in the distance, “Out. Get in my car. Now.”
George spoke your name carefully as you looked over at him for a moment and he tried to reach for you, not knowing what to say. For the first time in his life, he had no way to get out of this mess.
“No daughter of mine is going to be tempted to rot in eternal damnation by some perverted young man who knows words more than dignity.”
“We love each other, Daddy,” you pleaded as your father pulled you out of the car himself. You looked back to George but he was staring expressionlessly at the steering wheel. He wasn’t looking at you.
“You don’t know anything about love,” your father retorted as he slammed the car door behind you and pulled you by the arm back towards your family’s station wagon, “I want you reciting Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s like you never have before and I will take you to confession every morning myself until Pastor Steve deems you to be cleansed. I am sure he will have serious words for that blasphemous son of his.”
You stared over your shoulder at George’s darkened car as your father opened the passenger door to the station wagon and urged you inside. You wished you could have known what was going through his head now left alone in the cold, dark night as you were taken away. He hadn’t even tried to reach for you.
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