Fighting to Be Free

We drove up the road before stopping at a gas station, where Jamie jumped out and bought what I assume to be condoms. He climbed back in casually, smiling at me and pulling me close to his side.

“So, I’ve not seen you at that club before, you go there a lot?” he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly, looking adorable.

I shook my head, “No, I’m not old enough. My friends dragged me tonight because I’m mending a broken heart, apparently,” I stated, rolling my eyes.

I didn’t realise at first, but he’d jumped away from me like I said I had the plague and was looking at me shocked. What the heck did I say?

“What’s wrong? Don’t worry I haven’t really got a broken heart. Not that it matters to you anyway, but at least I get to have hot re-bound sex, right?” I said giggling. He was just staring at me horrified. “What?” I asked annoyed, what the hell is he looking at me like that for?

“You’re not old enough to get into the club? Please tell me you’re not like 13 or something,” he said, running a shaky hand over his short hair.

I laughed, “I’m 17, I’ll be eighteen in three months,” I told him, laughing as his face relaxed.

“Thank Christ for that, I thought when you said…. oh never mind.” He blew out a big breath, shaking his head, smiling at me looking relieved.

“How old are you?” I asked curious, I would guess twenty or twenty-one.

“I’m 18,” he answered, grinning.

“You are? You look older. I bet you get that a lot, huh?” I asked, as he played with my fingers.

“Occasionally, but I’ve never heard it from someone as beautiful as you.” He leant in and kissed my neck lightly.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his effort, “Jamie, you’ve got me in the cab, we’ve just stopped to buy condoms and you’re still trying to impress me with corny one liners. Trust me, so not necessary,” I said, tilting my head back to give him better access to my neck.

He laughed and pulled back to look at me, “Maybe I want to try out my best lines on you,” he purred sexily, making my heart melt and my stomach get butterflies.

“Wow, that was your best line? Jeez stud, seriously? That was the corniest damn thing I’ve ever heard,” I said laughing.

He faked hurt putting his hand over his heart, “Ouch Ellie, that hurts. I’m really trying over here! So what would impress you? What’s the best line anyone has ever used on you?” he asked, looking at me curiously. I thought about it for a few seconds running through all the bad pick-up lines I’d heard, oh I got one!

I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer to me, so my face was inches from his. “How about this one: did you just fart? Because you just blew me away,” I said, laughing my ass off.

He burst out laughing and it was the sexiest laugh I’d ever heard, it made my heart beat faster.

“Someone used that on you? Oh my God that’s too funny,” he said, still laughing. He wrapped his arm tight around me grinning, jeez he’s easy to talk to.

After a couple of minutes easy chatting and flirting, we pulled outside a really crappy building.

There was graffiti everywhere, women hanging out on the street corner eyeing Jamie with a seductive smile. He grabbed my hand and helped me out of the cab, pulling me close to his side, whilst looking around cautiously, he looked a little tense. Once inside the building it got even worse, there were cracks in the walls and more graffiti, saying things I wouldn‘t dare say in front of my mother. There was even a homeless guy asleep on the floor in the hallway.

I cringed into him, a little scared, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. “I thought you said this wasn’t a nice place,” I joked, making him chuckle.

He hurried me up the stairs and we stopped outside the door, I was suddenly really nervous. I was starting to feel a little stupid for coming to this crappy part of town with a complete stranger, for sex. Jeez, this wasn’t me, I never did anything even remotely reckless in my life, I was always the sensible one.

The door finally opened and he ushered me in. His room was totally bare, he literally had nothing, there was a dresser with a chair, a bed and a chest of drawers. There was not one photo or anything to say that this room was even being used. I heard him shut the door behind me and I turned to watch him lock us in with three locks on the door. I gulped and couldn‘t help the shiver that ran through me, yep definitely stupid Ellie, you’re about to get murdered, beaten and used, and probably not in that order.

He turned and looked at me when he was done with the door. I don’t know what my face looked like, but he suddenly looked sad and hurt. “You want to go? We don’t have to do this. I’ll call you a cab,” he said softly, making no moves to come anywhere near me as he pulled a phone out of his pocket.

If he’s saying I can go then maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all, and my God he’s so hot. I took a step towards him and he just watched me cautiously not moving, maybe he was afraid he’d scare me or something, he looked really nervous. This gave me some confidence back, so I closed the distance and pressed my body to his.

“I don’t want to go. Just don’t hurt me or anything, ok?” I said jokingly, but actually half serious.

He smiled, “I won’t, I promise.” He brought his lips down to mine softly.

As soon as he kissed me, my body started longing for him again, worse than in the club. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he stepped into me, pushing me against the wall gently and running his hands down my body, making me tingle. He got to the bottom of my dress and slowly started pulling it over my head, his fingers trailing along my body as he did, it felt like he was trembling a little. He dropped my dress on the floor and kissed me deeply as he ran his hands down my body slowly, making me burn with need. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders, he flinched slightly.