Counterpoint (Hystoria #3)

20. Epilogue - Valentines Day

2 Months later

“Hey, are you coming?” I shout into my apartment. I moved into my own place just after New Year's Eve. Turns out Noel’s sister moved in with her boyfriend, and I could move into her apartment. It was already freshly renovated and ready to move in immediately. It’s in a quiet part of town and has huge windows facing a forest. It’s a bit eerie at night when I look outside and see nothing but darkness, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it. And if I won’t, and I need to move again, then so be it.

Finally having my own living space again has been all kinds of amazing. I loved living together with Grandma, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes, a girl just needs an empty house to have a few great orgasms with her boyfriend. That is definitely not happening in Grandma’s house. I could never.

Si and I are still taking it slow. We are taking turns planning our weekly dates and taking time to really get to know each other again while working on ourselves at the same time. It’s different than when we were teens. He was just always there; there wasn’t a need to catch up on interests. But I dare say this is better.

I'm finding myself again thanks to therapy. As predicted, process is slow, but it's happening. I'm seeing Dr. Howard weekly for the foreseeable future and so far, the nightmares have already lessened. What I wasn't anticipating it how much I lost myself during my relationship with Tom. It wasn't ever about my needs and wants, but his and I'm only now realizing, how bad the relationship was for my self esteem and mental health.

But I'm working on it. One step at a time. As is Si.

Today, he’s the one who planned and prepared the date for me. I don’t know what he’s planned, but I’m excited to find out. After all, it's Valentines Day!

Taking it slow doesn’t mean we’re not intimate, though. Just no sex again so far. And I’m happy I made that decision, but honestly, I think we’re ready. At least I know I am.

My stomach is fluttering. God knows why. We’ve had mindblowing sex before, and it’s not going to be any less mindblowing now. This time, though, there are feelings other than contempt and hateful attraction involved. I wonder if that will make it even more explosive. I sure hope so.

Si is rummaging for something in my bedroom, where he’s deposited a bunch of his clothes and other things he needs for everyday life. He’s been staying over occasionally, and it proved easier to have some of his things here instead of going back and forth between my place and his parents’, where he stays most of the time.

They are still amazing as they were all those years ago and welcomed me back to their family with open arms. But he’s also a grown man with a needy and horny girlfriend, so he prefers staying at my place. I have a hunch that his parents quite enjoy having him out of the house. Not that they’d ever admit that; they’re way too happy he chose to stay here for a few months.

Finally, he emerges from the bedroom, hiding something behind his back. I raise my eyebrow in question.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, grinning at me cheekily, his adorable dimples showing on his cheeks.

Pouting, I motion for him to get out the door so we can leave. “It better be a good one.”

“Trust me, it is.” He kisses my forehead as he walks by me. It’s a gesture I’ve come to appreciate and love over the past few months. It’s cute. Intimate. Protective. And it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He does it a lot, whenever he wakes up next to me, just before we go to sleep, randomly during the day.

I’m still thinking of a gesture to reciprocate. I don’t want him to think that this is one-sided, but I haven’t found one that feels natural yet .

We walk to the car together, hand in hand. He opens the door on the driver’s side for me, but before I can get in, he crowds me against the car, so the open door shields me from view.

“I want to do something,” he says quietly, excitement dripping from his voice. “Will you let me?”

My eyes search his. There is mischief and affection brimming behind his hazel eyes. What’s going on? Does he want to drive? I find myself nodding. He grins, looking around to check if the parking lot is empty. The result seems to be satisfactory to him.

His hands that were caging me against the car wander down my body. He steps even closer, his warm breath against my neck. His hands find my ass and give both of my cheeks a tight squeeze, making me yelp.

“I love how reactive you are,” he murmurs into my ear, his lips wandering down and nipping the skin on my neck. He lifts my skirt, and now it’s my turn to look around, panicked. But there’s no one in sight.

“We’re in public, Si,” I hiss and try to push him away.

But he’s an immovable wall, crowding me against the car. Si’s fingers sneak under my panties, one hand kneading my ass and the other making its way to my front deliberately, slowly, tantalizing me with the slightest of touches. Damn, he’s really got driving me wild down to a science.

“Trust me,” he insists softly, his voice dripping with desire. “I’m not going to let anyone see you. I’ve got you, babe.” Slowly, his fingers make their way to my eager, wet pussy, pulling my panties to the side to expose me, finding me wet for him .

Two of his fingers slide inside me, and I can’t help but stifle a moan against his coat. His thumb finds my clit, teasing it with tantalizingly slow circles. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, his fingers disappear, replaced by something hard pressing against my entrance.

His lips find my ear, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine.

“It’s a vibrator, babe. My little payback for that mind-blowing traffic jam blowjob,” he explains, pushing the toy inside me. It doesn’t feel very big, and there is a part of it pressing against my clit.

“Payback?” I ask my voice husky with desire. He pulls out his phone and taps away, and suddenly, the vibrator inside me springs to life, and my knees almost buckle. I let out a startled shriek, my body starting to tingle with pleasure.

Si flashes me a mischievous wink. “Oh yeah, babe, revenge is sweet. Now, let’s hit the road.” Before I can even respond, he rounds the car and gets into the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on me expectantly.

“Are you freaking serious?” I protest a mix of excitement and disbelief coursing through my veins, making my stomach flutter. Oh, he’s serious. I take a deep breath, feeling the vibrations intensify as I settle into the driver’s seat. Holy fuck, he’s regulating it with his phone.

After a moment to gather myself, his eyes burning into me, I start the car, wincing as the vibrations amplify every move.

“I’m not so sure I like you right now,” I sigh, trying to regain some resemblance of control. “So, where are we going?”

Si snatches my phone from my pocket and types in an address, securing it in the holder so I can see the directions. His gaze locks with mine, full of wicked intent.

After taking a deep breath and trying to regain my focus, I start driving, the calm buzzing of the toy in me distracting me, but not to the extent I can’t pay attention to traffic. It’s a slow, light torture. Each movement of the car sends electric waves of pleasure and thrill through my body. I squirm in my seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I force myself to stay focused on the road.

Meanwhile, Si leans back in the passenger seat, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches me fidget. That bastard is enjoying this way too much.

As I navigate the road, the vibrations amplify with every damn pothole and bump, driving me to the brink of madness. I let out small gasps and moans, fighting to keep my focus and control.

Oh, I am so going to get him back for this. I don’t know how yet, but I will absolutely get him back.

Every red light becomes an opportunity for Si to mess with me. He cranks the vibrations of the toy in me up to high, making me squirm and moan with pleasure, only to swiftly tone them down as soon as the light turns green. It’s a tantalizing game that’s driving me absolutely crazy. By the time we’re ready to hit the freeway, I’m a panting, sweaty mess in my seat. It’s a fucking miracle that I can even focus on the road.

“So, where are we goi-hnnnnng?” I manage to gasp out, my question transitioning into a moan as Si increases the intensity for just a moment. “Oh, fuck you, Si.”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward,” he teases and winks, repeating what I’ve told him just before we made out for the first time.

“I swear, I hate you right now,” I growl, my frustration mingling with an undeniable arousal that’s driving me crazy.

“No, you don’t,” he chuckles, that mischievous spark in his eyes intensifying. He’s right. I don’t. “But why don’t you stop at the next service station? I’m starving.” I can only nod, my mind too clouded with a desire to multitask and form coherent words along with paying attention to traffic, as the vibrations continue to send me into a frenzy.

But just as the next damn service station is announced on those road signs, traffic decides to throw a wrench in our plans and comes to a complete standstill.

“Why do I always get stuck in traffic when you’re in the car with me-ahhhh,” I moan and shoot him a glare; it quickly turns into a gasp as he cranks up the intensity for two seconds. Holy fuck, I’m so wet that I must be leaving a damn puddle on my seat. And Si, that sneaky devil, just laughs, his hand planted firmly on my thigh.

“You’re good. The service station is close already,” he teases and grins at me, and I want to wipe that fucking smile off his face. “We’re gonna have one hell of a time in the next two miles.”

My head whips around to assess the situation. Even though we’ve come to a stand, all cars around us are basically at eye level. Shit. I glare at Si, and the gleeful smile is still on his face as he turns his phone screen to me and taps his finger on it, swiping up to increase the intensity.

“Si-” I whine, as my pussy tingles and pressure starts to build inside me. “Let me come. Please.”

“Not yet, babe. Patience,” he taunts, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. I shoot him another glare before I let my hand glide down between my legs, eager to find release. But he quickly grabs my hand, forcing it back onto the steering wheel.

“Na-ah,” he scolds me, a wicked gleam in his eyes as I squirm in my seat. “What was it? Both hands on the wheel. Safety first.” How dare that bastard use my own tactics against me?

“Please, Si,” I beg, my voice only a whimper. “I need to fucking come. ”

“Oh, you want it that bad?” He leans in close, his voice a low, seductive whisper in my ear, his lips grazing the skin on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine as desire courses through every inch of my body.

“You want all these people to see you come undone? Want them to see how I drive you crazy?” He increases the vibrations further with each word, and I lean my forehead against the edge of the steering wheel, trying to catch my breath.

“I don’t fucking care,” I press out. But just when I’m on the edge of ecstasy, it all comes to a screeching halt. The vibrations abruptly stop, leaving me hanging on the edge, desperate for release.

“Not yet,” he repeats, his voice dripping with desire. “You’re being so damn good, Harp. I know you can take it.” His hand slides up and down my naked thigh, teasingly caressing my exposed skin with feathery touches that leave goosebumps all over my skin. Why the hell did I decide to wear a skirt today? Right, because it’s Valentine’s Day, and I thought we’d go out and do something cute instead of this goddamn torture.

“And later,” he whispers, his hand pushing my skirt even higher, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “I’m gonna fuck you so deliciously. You’ll forget your own fucking name while you’ll scream mine until your voice becomes hoarse.” He licks a trail over the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “And babe, you’re gonna take me so fuckin’ good. So goddamn good. I’m going to rip your fucking clothes off the second we step into your apartment.” His fingers are dancing over my panties, driving me absolutely wild.

“And when I finally taste your sweet, wet pussy,” he continues, his voice dripping with hunger, “I’ll devour you like it’s my last meal. I’ll make you moan and squirm, begging for more.” My breath hitches as his words paint delicious images in my mind.

“Si,” I whimper, squirming in the seat.

“And then,” he growls undeterredly, his voice filled with a primal intensity, “when you can’t take it anymore, I’ll slide my cock so fucking deep inside you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and so good, you won’t be able to think about anything else but my cock.”

A moan escapes my lips as I imagine it. God, I want that. Traffic moves again, and I’m fucking praying that we reach the service station soon.

It feels like an eternity, but finally, we reach the exit. I’m still not sure what we’re doing here. I’d much rather get to our destination and then back home more quickly, but Si seems to have a plan.

“To the drive-through,” he directs me, and all I can do is nod while shooting him a glare, the vibrator buzzing at a low level inside me and against my clit. I grip the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. The car is filled with the muffled whirr of the toy and my own aroused panting. It takes every ounce of focus to steer the car into the drive-through lane and come to a stop in front of the intercom.

“Hi, this is Debbie. Welcome to our restaurant. What can I get you?” the voice crackles through the intercom.

I look at Si, confusion etched on my face. “Two Cokes, two cheeseburgers and two large fries,” he says with a mischievous smile.

I turn to the intercom and repeat the order, my voice trembling. “Two Cokes, please,” I manage to say, my mind clouded with pleasure.

Before I can fully process what’s happening, Si cranks up the intensity of the vibrator, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my trembling body. I struggle to maintain composure, my hands shaking as I try to focus.

“Two-” He cranks the toy up even more, and my hands start to fucking tremble. I’m so fucking close. “Two cheeseburgers,” I clear my throat. “And… two large fries.” I turn to look at Si, my eyes narrowing as I silently curse him for pushing me to the edge.

“And a strawberry milkshake,” he adds, his eyes locked with mine, a wicked grin on his face. I watch as he holds up his phone, increasing the intensity to the maximum. My breath catches in my throat.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, before I turn back to the intercom. “And... strawberry...” I bite my lip, fighting back a moan that threatens to escape. “Milkshake, please. That’s all.”

“Alright, please turn up to the first window to pay,” the voice on the intercom responds. I glare at Si. I’m wired to the fucking max, and now I have to face people and fucking pay. Oh, he’s in for it. Revenge will be sweet. I’m not sure what I’ll do yet, but he’s going to suffer.

My cheeks are burning so damn hot they could melt steel as I pull up to the payment window. Si’s eyes remain glued to his phone, sliding the intensity up and down like a mischievous maestro while I try my best to keep up a friendly conversation with the drive-through worker. Damn, talk about multitasking.

She apologizes for the delay, blaming the backed-up orders, and directs us to the next window. Girl, you’re not the one who needs to apologize.

“I swear, Si, I’m gonna fuckin’ get you back for this,” I moan, my forehead resting against the top of the steering wheel. The sensations coursing through my body make it damn near impossible to focus but my release, so close yet so far away .

“You’re doing so well, babe,” he whispers, his voice laced with admiration. “Just look at you, squirming in your seat, unable to cum. Fuck, it’s such a turn-on. You’re so goddamn sexy when you’re begging for it.” He presses a hungry kiss against my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

“I think you deserve a reward.”

“Are you fucking kidding me-ahhhh fuck, Si!” I gasp. His hand dives between my legs, parting them with a hungered force. He pushes my panties aside, and his fingers find my clit immediately, pushing the small part of the toy aside to circle it in quick and rough strokes.

I cling to his arm, desperately holding onto him as ecstasy consumes me. With a hand pressed against my mouth, I try to stifle the scream that breaks free from my lips as I shatter around his fingers. My whole body trembles as he pushes me through my orgasm with the toy and his fingers, clouding my senses until a honk behind us pulls me right back to reality.

“You’re in for it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as he gingerly slides the toy out of me and licks his fingers, savoring the taste of my wetness. “You’re so in for it.”

“I know,” he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. He leans forward, his lips crashing onto mine in a short but hungry kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.”

“Happy fucking Valentine's Day, Si.” I sigh and pull him closer by his chin to get a proper kiss, tasting myself on his tongue when his ringing phone interrupts us.

“It’s Cole,” he mumbles against my lips. “I have to take that. ”

I nod, starting the car to pull up to the next window in the drive-through. Shit, I can’t believe he just did that. I sure as fuck hope that they have no cameras overlooking that part of their drive-through.

“Hey,” Si answers his phone, and I shift my focus to the human interaction awaiting me.

A young and stressed girl greets me at the window, handing me our bags so quickly I barely get them inside without spilling. It has the benefit of not having to look into her face, so I do my best to distribute them on Si’s and my lap as quickly as possible, wishing her a nice day before quickly driving off.

“What do you mean?” Si looks confused. “But how?” He leans forward, rubbing his temple as deep wrinkles form on his forehead. I park the car just as he ends the call, looking at me confused.

“Paxton has disappeared.”

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