Fucking Fiona in the Grocery Store Parking Lot

"Jeremy, what do you want?" Fiona crossed her arms, her high-waisted jeans accentuating the curve of her hips as she leaned against her car in the empty grocery store parking lot. The faint glow of the overhead lights lit up the beads of sweat on her bronze neck, and a curl of chestnut hair fell over her focused, almond-shaped eyes.

They’d known each other since high school, and he’d been her lab partner for one miserable semester of chemistry. She’d moved on, her laugh echoing in crowded rooms at parties he’d only heard about. But he hadn’t forgotten her—couldn’t. Tonight, his rumpled hoodie and hollow stare betrayed how long he’d waited to say what he came to say.

"Just give me one reason," Jeremy said, his voice tight, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. As Fiona blinked, her lips parted like she was about to snap back, but something in his expression made her hesitate. Then, tires screeched in the distance, headlights cutting through the dark lot, and her eyes darted toward the sound.

The lights swept past them, leaving the lot swallowed in shadow again. Before Fiona could react, Jeremy stepped forward, his urgency undeniable as he pressed her against the car. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the tight denim. She inhaled sharply, her chest rising against his, but her mouth hung open in shock, not protest.

"One reason," he muttered again, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against her neck. Fiona’s hands fluttered, unsure—pushing at his chest, then gripping his hoodie, then falling limp. "You… you know this is fucked up, right?" she whispered, but her legs shifted, allowing him closer.

"Pretty sure," he growled, leaning in, his lips brushing her ear. "But you’re not stopping me." Her breath hitched, and she tilted her head slightly, as if daring him—or herself—to go further.

Jeremy didn’t wait for her to protest. His hips pressed firmly against hers, the heat between them unmistakable even through the layers of denim. Fiona’s breath hitched, her hands landing on his shoulders like she couldn’t decide whether to shove him away or pull him closer.

“You’re such an asshole,” she muttered, but the way her thighs tensed and her back arched against the car told a different story. His fingers gripped her ass, kneading roughly, and she let out a startled gasp.

“You love it,” he shot back, lips brushing her ear again, his voice dark and smug. Fiona’s head tilted slightly, her mouth inches from his, and her eyes flicked up to meet his with a mix of defiance and hunger.

Jeremy’s hands slid down her hips, and before Fiona could react, he yanked the button of her jeans open. The denim fell just enough to expose the edge of her panties, black lace stretched tight over her curves. “Jeremy, what the fuck—” she hissed, but his fingers were already beneath the fabric, stroking her through the wet heat he found there.

She gasped, her head falling back against the car with a muffled thud. “You’re such a—oh god—” His fingertips circled her clit with a slow, deliberate pressure that made her knees buckle. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, no longer pushing but pulling him closer.

“Fuck you,” she muttered, her voice trembling as her hips rolled against his hand. Jeremy smirked, his breath ragged against her neck. “Tell me to stop, then.” She didn’t. Instead, her moan broke into a quiet, shuddering whine as he pressed two fingers deep inside her.

Jeremy didn’t pull his hand away, didn’t stop fingering her as his other hand fumbled with his belt. Fiona’s breath was ragged, her thighs trembling as his fingers stretched her open. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled, his voice raw with need. He finally freed himself, his cock straining against her thigh through her panties, the fabric soaked with her arousal.

“You’re such a fucking prick,” Fiona hissed, but her hips arched, grinding against him. Her hands clawed at his back, her nails digging into his hoodie. “Do it or stop fucking teasing me, Jeremy.”

He smirked, tugging her panties aside and lining himself up. “Begging already?” he taunted, pressing the tip of his cock against her slick entrance. Fiona let out a strangled moan, her nails digging deeper as she growled, “Stop being a bitch and just—” Her words cut off as he thrust into her, hard.

Fiona’s legs wrapped around his hips, her nails raking down his back as Jeremy slammed into her. “Fuck—fuck, Jeremy!” she yelped, her voice breaking as her body jolted against the car. He buried his face in her neck, teeth scraping her skin as he drove into her, chasing his own pleasure and hers at once.

“Look at you,” he growled, gruff and breathless. “Can’t even pretend you hate it, can you?” Fiona’s jaw tightened, but her moan ripped free when he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

“Fuck you,” she spat, but her thighs clenched tighter around him, her toes curling in her boots. Jeremy smirked, dark and triumphant, as he pulled her even closer. “Already am,” he taunted, his pace relentless as her screams echoed in the empty parking lot.

Jeremy’s hips slowed slightly, and Fiona gasped in frustration, her nails clawing at his back as he pulled out of her. “What the fuck are you—” she started, but he spun her around roughly, her chest and cheek hitting the cold metal of the car hood. His hands yanked her jeans down to her ankles, the fabric pooling at her boots.

“Don’t act like you don’t love this,” Jeremy growled, his palm slapping her ass hard enough to leave a sting. Fiona hissed, her body tensing, but she arched her back, pressing her bare ass into him. “Fuck you,” she spat, her voice trembling as she reached back to grab at him.

He didn’t waste time, spreading her cheeks with one hand and guiding his cock back to her wet, throbbing entrance. Fiona’s breath hitched, her hips pushing back against him as he thrust into her again, forcing a hoarse moan from her throat. “Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Jeremy’s thrusts became uneven, his hips slamming into her as he tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back. Fiona let out a sharp cry, her body jerking against the car hood. “Fuck—you—you piece of shit!” she gasped, but her voice broke as he slapped her ass again, the sharp sound echoing in the empty lot.

“You’re so full of it,” Jeremy growled, his words hot against her ear as he leaned over her. His hand gripped her hair tighter, forcing her hips higher as he fucked her harder, deeper. “You love this.” Fiona’s moans turned louder, more desperate, her nails scratching at the car hood as her thighs trembled.

“I—I don’t—oh God!” she cried, her voice cracking as Jeremy’s cock hit that sweet spot inside her again and again. Her words dissolved into incoherent whimpers, her ass pushing back against him as if she couldn’t help herself. “You fucking—AH!” His fingers dug into her hip, his pace relentless as her screams filled the night.

Jeremy’s grip on Fiona’s hips tightened as he pulled out of her dripping pussy, the sudden loss of him drawing a whine from her throat. His cock slapped against her swollen lips, the sharp sting making her yelp. “Oh fuck you—” she started, but he cut her off with a harsh thrust, slamming into her so hard the car bounced on its tires.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” he growled, his voice low and taunting. Fiona’s hands clawed at the hood, her toes curling in her boots as he drilled into her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the air, and she bit her lip to stifle a scream.

“Yeah, you love it,” Jeremy sneered, his thumb pressing against her asshole as he pounded into her. Fiona’s thighs shook, her mind spinning as his cock hit her deepest spot over and over. “Fuck, Jeremy—I—” Her words broke into a gasping moan as he slapped her pussy again, the sharp sensation sending shockwaves through her body.

Jeremy pulled out of her with a wet slap, his cock shiny with her slick. Before Fiona could protest, he spun her around, shoving her onto her back on the cold hood. “Look at me,” he snarled, gripping her jaw hard enough to make her wince.

“Fuck you,” she spat, but her legs spread wider as he lined himself up and shoved back inside her. Fiona gasped, her back arching off the metal as he pounded into her, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Say it,” Jeremy growled, his hips slamming into hers. “Say you love this shit.” Fiona’s moans turned frantic, her hands clawing at his arms as he fucked her harder. “I—I hate you—” she choked out, but her nails dug into his skin, pulling him deeper.

Jeremy’s hips hammered into Fiona, the car shaking with every punishing thrust. Her moans spilled out between gasps, her nails clawing at his arms as she tried to hold on. “You’re such a fucking mess,” he snarled, his voice thick with contempt.

His palm cracked across her cheek mid-thrust, the sharp sting jolting her. Fiona’s head snapped to the side, her lips parting in a gasp. “That’s how much of a filthy slut you are,” Jeremy growled, his fingers digging into her jaw as he forced her to look at him. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?”

“Fuck you,” she spat, her voice trembling but her hips rolling against him, taking him deeper. Jeremy smirked, slamming into her harder. “Tell me you love it,” he demanded, his thumb brushing over her swollen clit. Fiona’s thighs shook, her words breaking as she came. “I—I hate you—” she choked out, but her body arched, milking his cock as she screamed.

Jeremy’s hand clamped around Fiona’s throat, cutting off her scream as he hauled her off the hood. Her feet barely touched the ground as he dragged her toward the backseat, his grip unrelenting. “Get on your knees,” he barked, shoving her down into the wet grass.

Fiona’s face flushed hot as she glared up at him, her lips trembling. “You’re such a fucking asshole,” she spat, but her hands were already reaching for his slick cock, her fingers wrapping around the base. Jeremy smirked, tilting her chin up with his other hand. “Suck it like you mean it, slut.”

Her tongue flicked against the tip, her lips parting to take him in as he pushed against her mouth. “Fucking use your throat,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he forced himself deeper. Fiona gagged, her eyes watering as his cock hit the back of her throat.

Fiona’s mouth was a wet, sloppy mess around Jeremy’s cock, her lips sliding down his thick shaft as she gagged around him. But before she could take him deeper, he yanked her up by the hair, her lips popping free with a wet slurp. “Get your ass in the car,” he growled, shoving her toward the open backseat.

She stumbled, her knees hitting the damp grass, but Jeremy didn’t give her a chance to hesitate. He grabbed her hips and shoved her onto the backseat, flipping her onto her back. Fiona gasped, her legs spreading instinctively as he climbed on top of her, his cock already pressing against her soaked entrance. “You want to act all tough, but you can’t fucking wait for this,” he sneered, slamming into her with one brutal thrust.

Her back arched, her nails clawing at the leather seats as he pulled her hips up, forcing her to ride him. “Fuck you—mmph!” she started, but her words turned into low, uncontrolled moans as he filled her completely. “God, you love this, don’t you?” Jeremy snarled, his hips snapping up into her as his hands dug into her thighs. “Fuck you,” she hissed, but her pussy clenched around him, her body betraying her every word.