"God, you look amazing from here!" Lip exclaimed as she was over his lap, moving up and down in his cock, her hands on his shoulder to have better leverage, her hair to a side, and her eyes closed. From her mouth were exiting such sounds that she was almost ashamed of herself.
"Fuck, you feel fantastic!" Lip said as he helped her with her movements, his hands on her hips guiding her to meet his thrust perfectly.
"Fuck!" She moaned as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking on it, "Lip, God!" Desna cried, moving one of her hands to hold against the metal of the van. They were going so hard at it that she was sure that people from outside could have seen the vehicle moving.
"Shit, fuck," Desna cursed, "I think I'm there, Lip, fuck! I'm almost there!" She liked that she could make noises, she felt him respond to her moans with deep thrust, he liked to listen to the sound she made.
"Wait for me, shit…" he cursed, pushing her on her back so that he could ram into her as he pleased. He brought her legs higher, reaching a deeper spot that made her course again. His hips were moving so fast that she could not take her whimpers inside anymore.
"Fuck, Lip, I can't," she moaned, touching her own breasts to relieve some pleasure.
"God, you want to kill me," he groaned before he lay on her, careful not to crush her, in a position where he could give short and strong thrusts.
"Shit, I love this!" Desna said, her hands gripping his back as his hips kept hitting inside of her perfectly.
"Me too," he whispered in her heart, "Fuck, this is amazing, shit."
"Lip," she moaned, moving one of her hands so that she could make the boy look at her, "Kiss me, please," she almost begged, and he did as she asked without complaining. His pace was becoming more erratic, and they moaned in each other mouths, louder and louder, until Desna's vision blanked as she hit her climax, and soon she felt his hot liquid inside her walls. She tried to control her labored breath as he rode out his high until he came to a stop.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed with a chuckle as he moved to kiss her neck, still not pulling out, "Fuck that was fucking hot."
Desna giggled as he kept kissing her, enjoying those sensations she was feeling. Her hand was in his hair, inviting him to keep going.
"Mm, this is so nice," she moaned as he started to suck at her neck.
"I know, I can't help it today," he said, caressing her breast, moving his fingers on one of her nipples. She moaned again.
"You're getting hard again," she said with closed eyes and a chuckle.
"Are you complaining?" He asked, moving his hips, making both of them let out a groan of pleasure.
"Shit, no," she said as he looked at her with a smirk. Her fingers on the back of his head made him lean forward so that they could kiss again. Her body adjusted, making him go even deeper,
"Fuck…" she moaned, and he chuckled again.
"Ah, I didn't tell you my idea," he said, getting back to kissing her neck.
"Sorry, I stopped listening when I decided to get on top," Desna apologized.
"I stopped talking when you got on top," that made her laugh, as he started again to give slow thrust, "I've talked to Ian," he said as Desna closed her eyes.
"That's good," she answered with closed eyes.
"And he agreed on my idea," he kept talking as his hips picked up the pace.
"Shit, this is distracting," she admitted as he moved.
"The idea…" he started panting, "Is to get Karen to give Ian a blowjob."
"What a fucking idea- fuck, Lip" he had just hit a good spot at the worst timing.
"And he agreed," he moaned, his hips snapped against hers, "Fuck, Lip!" She cried.
"And I want you to come with us," he said. She opened her eyes in disbelief.
"Are you fucking insane- shit, fuck" she tried to complain, but he got himself into a position where his hips moved at a crazy speed.
"Wait, wait," he said as he focused on his thrusts. "God, this feels fucking amazing!"
"Shit, Lip!" Desna was a moaning mess, feeling her orgasm approaching once again, "Fuck, I'm so close, Lip, so fucking close," she cried, opening her legs a bit more so that he could sink in deeper.
"Shit…" he coursed as she started to plead with him.
"Lip, don't stop!" He thrusted, making her moan again and again, "Fuck right there," his hips moved, "Right there!" another thrust.
"You are so beautiful, fuck!" He said, getting back against her so as to change the angle and speed of his thrusts.
"Fuck, Lip!" She cried as she climaxed again, soon followed by him, who emptied himself inside of her before rolling to her side.
"Shit, I love this," he said, trying to control his breath. They stood like that for a moment as they both came down from their high. Desna was slowly trying to get control of her body back before turning to Lip, who had a hand over his forehead and a smirk on his lips.
"I'm not coming watching fucking Karen Jackson give Ian a blowjob," she protested, making him scoff, "It would be gross and awkward."
"You won't see anything, I promise," he said turning to her, a hand moving to her waist so to make her body face him, "She will be under the table, you won't see anything!"
"This is the most disgusting thing you've ever said, I swear," she said, even if she didn't fight the movement that he was making her do.
"Please, you have to come," he said, almost pleading.
"Why?" She asked. But her question made him look away, even if his finger still caressed the skin of her hips.
"I need you to see that Karen is not a threat," his words took her by surprise, but she let him time to find the right words to keep going, "What we have, I like it," he said, "but yesterday, with all the jealousy… I need you to know that I… care…" she smiled.
"Because she is doing it and not me?" At her question, his eyes shot up.
"I would have never asked you to… you know…" she moved closer so their bodies were pressed against of each other.
"You want me to see that you're not jealous of her doing that?" She asked, looking him in the eyes. He observed her for a moment before kissing her lips again. His hand went to the back of her head to not make her move away, and she couldn't help but smile against his lips. So he was not jealous of Karen, but he didn't want Desna to do it.
"Does Ian know about your plan?" she asked. "Because I will accept only if he agrees." Desna wanted to do this for Lip, but not if it grossed Ian out.
"I told him that we've talked about this situation," he explained, "And he said that he can do it."
"This will be so strange, Lip, truly," she admitted.
"Is it a yes?" He asked, rubbing his nose against hers.
"Alright," she said before he pecked her lips, "But it's disgusting!" Lip giggled before pulling her in for another kiss.
The day at school went well. It was not that fast since neither Lip nor Ian had come to school, but she would receive Lip's messages, none the same.
"That Steve guy came back this morning…" Lip's message said.
Fiona, V, and Desna had met Steve Wilton the night before when a guy stole Fiona's purse, and Steve tried to help. He failed miserably, but at least he tired. And then he punched the guy at the entrance because he didn't let them back in. So, since he got cut by glasses, Fiona brought him home, where V cured his injuries. The four of them were talking when the Gallagher siblings all gather down. As he saw her, Lip went next to Desna, asking her if everything was fine.
"Yeah, it's alright," she had said with a smile as he sat next to her just before Debbie ran to sit on her legs.
"Come here, love," Desna said as she adjusted the little girl to sit more comfortably.
They started to talk about themselves, Veronica's job, the Gallaghers' names, and then even Kev arrived. After that, Desna, Kev, and V got back home, but from what Lip had texted her, that guy seemed to have had sex with Fiona before Tony brought their father, Frank Gallagher, home. Ass drunk like always.
"Round two?" Desna texted back at Lip.
"Gross! That's my sister," he complained, making her shake her head, "But probably"
"Said the guy who wants me there when his brother is going to get sucked off," she dialed and sent.
"Yeah, same guy," he said, too overly confident, "Same guy that fucked you this morning"
She blushed, lowering her phone, afraid that someone could see.
"I'm at school, you prick!!" she texted.
"Sexting" his message said, "We still hadn't try it, what are you wearing?"
"The outfit you'll see at Karen's," she dialed back, "At what time there?"
"Around 4 pm," he said, "Maybe I'll see what you are wearing in my room after."
"I've got class, perv," she said before putting her phone away. But for some reason, she could not take away the stupid smile she had on her face.
4 p.m. arrived even too soon as she walked towards the Jacksons' house. On a couple of occasions, Desna had even thought about getting back; she felt so gross doing what they were about to do.
"Here she is," she heard Lip say as he waved her hand to get her attention.
"Hey," she said mainly towards Ian, who seemed really nervous.
"Hi, Des," the boy tried to smile at her.
"Okay, let's go," Lip said again, overly too confident.
"Do you think it is a good idea?" She asked as they walked.
"Absolutely!" Lip exclaimed, but she glared at him.
"Yes, I can see that," Desna said, "But I was talking to Ian."
"He thinks it's great!" Lip exclaimed, still trying to convince himself that Ian wasn't gay.
"I'm very nervous," Ian admitted, making Desna look at Lip with an 'I told you so' kinda look. But Lip put his arms around Ian as they walked.
"Relax, okay?" But Ian shook his head. "No, no, you're gonna like it," he said, trying to reassure him.
"Yeah, if he was into girls," Desna muttered, gaining a look from Lip, not quite sure of what she had just mumbled.
"What am I even going to say?" Asked Ian nervously, but Lip seemed to have the answer.
"Just keep talking about science."
Desna frowned; what the hell was he saying?
"I don't know anything about science," Ian complained, but Lip had a solution even for that.
"Okay, then just read the Table elements," looking towards Desna, that was looking at him with a face that was screaming, 'Dude, what the fuck'.
They made it to the front door of the white wooden house, and Desna could not feel more out of place. She was about to watch one of her best friends getting a blowjob from another girl, girl that the guy she was fucking daily fucked in that house.
"Fuck this is going to end badly," she muttered as Lip knocked.
"This is going to be just fine," he said, putting his hand on the small part of her back to guide her forward.
"What are you trying to prove?" She whispered to him.
"You know," Lip answered.
"I know you're crazy." The sound of the door opening made them turn. The door was not open; it was only ajar, and the figure of a woman went closer to look who had just knocked at her door.
"Miss Jackson," Lip said politely with a smile—a smile that the woman also shared.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, "Karen is thrilled with you; she got an A on her physics midterm!"
"Such a great student," Desna said before she could stop herself, but the sarcasm in her voice was not grasped by the woman, who smiled at her.
"She is, isn't she?" She smiled again before turning to call for Karen to say that her little helper was there.
"Polite," Lip whispered with a forced smile.
"I'm always polite," Desna answered, meeting his eyes. "In fact, I'm politely restraining myself from punching you in the face." He didn't have time to answer because the woman turned back at them, still not opening the door.
"This is my brother, Ian," Lip said to the woman before turning towards Desna, "And this is my… my…"
"I'm Desna Hills, Miss Jackson," she said, trying to smile as naturally as she could.
The woman smiled again before looking at their feet. "I'm out of plastic bags," she said, "Why don't you leave your shoes out here where they can breathe."
Ian and Desna shared a look as Lip nodded his head.
The woman opened the door as they took off their shoes and let them in. It was a room with white and flower-patterned furniture—very different from how Kev and V decided to arrange their house. They seemed ready to film a sex tape, while these people seemed ready to go to church.
"Hello, guys!" Karen appeared. Short, blond hair already tight in a low ponytail and a fake innocent look in the eyes. Her mother seemed a sweet person, even if she was one of the strangest people Desna had ever met, and she was sure that the woman knew nothing about the reputation of her daughter in school.
"Darla, right?" Karen said, pointing at her, whose lips got thinner in a forced smile.
"Name's Desna," she said, trying to keep her cool as much as possible.
Karen laughed, "Oh right, I always forget it."
As he could sense Desna's thought of killing the girl, Lip touched her back again as he spoke to Karen.
"Should we start with…" he moved his head to Ian.
"Of course," Karen said, that fake smile was part of her being by now.
"This is not a good idea," Desna muttered, stopping Lip by the arm as Karen and Ian moved towards the table.
"It's alright," he said, looking at her, who shook her head.
"I don't even know why I agreed to this thing!" She complained as Lip guided her towards the table, where he moved the chair from next to him so that she could sit there, opening her notebook, pretending to study.
Lip started explaining some random things about science and physics as they observed Sheila entering the kitchen and cooking something.
"So, are we going to do it together?" Karen asked Lip, giving a glance to Desna, whose head shot up, as did Ian's.
"No!" Desna and Ian said together as Lip tried to tell them to keep their voice down.
"No, Des is here just so that the group thing made sense," Lip explained in a low voice, making sure that Sheila didn't hear him.
"Oh, since I know you two are fucking, I assumed…" Karen said with that fake, innocent tone that was sending Desna out of her mind.
"Yeah, I'm fucking, Lip," she said, "Only him, not every living soul."
"Oh," Karen said, glaring at her, "Doris, I thought you were someone more polite."
"Desna!" She whispered and yelled before Lip started calling her name.
"Des," he finally made her look in his direction, "Stop, alright?" He then turned to Karen, "Come on," he said, gesturing her to take care of Ian.
"Alright," she said, giving another glare in Desna's direction before starting to get under the table.
"I have to go take something upstairs," she said so that her mother could hear, but she then disappeared.
"Ian," said Lip, "Maybe you should repeat the Table elements." His poor brother nervously opened the book and started reading. Just then, Desna let go of her pen in frustration, but soon, she felt Lip pulling her chair so that she could be closer to him.
"We said no jealousy," he whispered to her, searching for her eyes.
"I'm going for no killing," Desna answered, making sure that Sheila was still cooking, "I can't stand her Lip; she is so rude," she complained.
"You don't have to stand her," he said, shaking his head, "But you don't have to be jealous," Desna smiled at him, putting a hand on his thigh, and she was surprised when he took her hand in one of his, as he turned to pretend to read his notes. Then she noticed poor Ian telling the elements out loud, and she really tried her best to focus her attention somewhere else; she didn't even want to turn.
That poor boy, what if he was not confused at all? Could that be considered some kind of violence? Was she a witness? Was she an accomplice?
If that was the case, she liked Lip, but she had told him many times that was a stupid idea. She didn't want any part in it.
"You kids want some homemade lime chicken chimichangas?" Sheila's voice came from behind her, and she observed Lip as nonchalantly declined as if Karen was not giving a blowjob to Ian.
"I think you're twisted, sometimes," she whispered from next to him, who chuckled.
"Does it make you more or less into me?" He asked, still looking down at his notes. Desna's eyes went wide.
"I'm not into you," she said as if she had been found guilty of some crime. At that, he chuckled again.
"You're not?" he said with his smartass face as he turned to look at her, slightly leaning forward. "My bad."
He then turned away, and she found herself short of words. What did he mean by that?
"Why you…" but before she could say anything, a man, a big man, much bigger than Lip and Ian, went down the stairs. Karen Jackson's fucking father was in the house. Desna felt like she was about to pass out.
"Hey, fellas," he said as he noticed the three of them frowning, "Where's Karen?"
Lip, of course, was ready to answer that she went to search where Isaac Newton was born, and the fact that the man believed him gave a great picture of Karen Jackson, who was still working on Ian. Desna could not believe it. She turned to Lip, who observed Ian before turning to her with a smirk.
"Get that smirk out of your face," she said, keeping her voice so low that she could barely hear herself.
"Come on, this is funny," he said, and Desna's eyes widened once again.
"Try to do it next time!" She dared him, who leaned closer with an amused look.
"We could do it next time," he suggested, making her look at him in disbelief.
"I'm not going down on you with your family around," she protested, but his smirk got larger.
"Maybe I am going to go down on you with my family around," that made her blush, instantly feeling a rush of blood in her veins. Suddenly, though, out of nowhere, an apple fell from the counter, rolling down in the living room, and for some reason, they all froze.
"All right, I'm late," the man shouted. Karen, honey, I guess I'll see you in the morning." Then he bent down to grab the apple, but in the process of doing so, he noticed his daughter under the table.
"What is she hiding for?" He asked, looking at the three of them. Desna felt all of her limbs go rigid, especially when he lifted the tablecloth.
"Sweet Jesus!" The man exclaimed in disbelief as his eyes went from Karen to the boys.
They were dead.
It happened so fast, the man shouted, and the three of them jumped up to flee the house. Lip pushed Desna towards Ian as he ran the other way. The man got crazy, overturning the table before running after Lip, who was trying to leave the room from the front door.
"Lip!" Desna exclaimed as she saw Lip running up the stairs with Karen's father close behind.
"Let's go, Des!" Ian said, grabbing her by the arm before bringing her outside from the back door.
"Jesus Christ, he is going to kill him!" Desna screamed as they ran into the backyard.
"Run, don't stop!" Ian exclaimed as they kept going towards the road. As they arrived at the front of the house, they heard a loud noise, and as she looked, she saw Lip trying to get up from the ground.
"Did you fucking jump!?" She exclaimed as Ian ran to take their shoes, and then they all ran away, still hearing Mr. Jackson's shouts from behind them.
What a fucking day!