you can't do this to me

CW: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL MATERIAL THAT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

PULLING UP TO THE WRECK in the Volkswagen, John B had the music blasting. He didn't mind, Martha had told him some time ago that she likes his taste. The adrenaline in the air pumping through everyone's veins, except Kiara's —who found their little fiasco stressful.

"Stealing drones makes you hungry," she says, opening the sidecar door as the rest stumble out from the back.

"What I would do to a beer and shrimp and grits right now," JJ remarks, stepping out of the dark vehicle and into the humid night.

He shuffles in his place, looking around because he knows he isn't welcomed here... or anywhere for that matter. He tries to smooth down his wrinkled and dirty white tee, trying to look presentable in front of Mr. Carrera, but it's no use. His sweat is too sticky, the white fading transparent.

Easier for Martha to see and feel his abs when leans into him, so she doesn't mind. At all.

Martha steps out of the back seat as well, automatically walking up to the blond and muttering a dirty comment that only J could hear. "We both know you could eat something better than that."

Hot air hitches in the back of his throat, heat suddenly blasting against his neck, his ears becoming hot. Looking down he locks eyes with her, there is a glint or a different shade that he's only seen once before: that morning after Hurricane Agatha. She bites her lip, grinning as she's failing to control her laughter. JJ's jaw ticks as he feigns to be in control of his hormones.

"It would not be pretty," Pope continued the conversation, not hearing anything that Martha just said. Kiara and John B head up into the back door, Pope following them.

"Wait," he says, holding out the door for the couple that is still next to the van. "Mars, JJ, you comin'?"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be right there!" Marty waves him along, suddenly JJ is at a loss with words. JJ turns his head, plastering a fake smile across his face, reassuring Pope that they'll be alright.

Pope nods, turning back around and catching up to Kiara and John B.

As soon as the back screen door closes, Martha is yanked from where she stands and is pushed against the backside of the van with a thud.

His breath heavy, his body pushing up against her, his veiny arms surrounding her on all sides. Nobody knows, nobody is watching, unless you count the flies and gnats observing from the overhead light. Its beams cascading imperfect shadows, both tempting and building tension.

"Are you tryin' to kill me today, or what?" He grits through his teeth, his thoughts becoming dirtier and dirtier by the second as she looks up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Have I ever told you, I like seeing you angry?" She bats her eyelashes, her left pointer finger snagging his shark tooth necklace, pulling him down to be eye to eye.

Hot breath fades over their faces, swarming them in a tornado of sensual mist. JJ looks down to her lips, his right hand dropping to grab behind her neck before slowly moving up to her chin, his thumb pulling out the bottom lip that she held ever so tightly. The cooling sensation of his metallic rings stinging on her hot throat.

"God, this pretty mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble." He whispers, leaning closer towards the girl, his breath falling into whimpers as Marty kisses his thumb.

"Shit, is your offer still on the menu?" He looks back up to meet her eyes, his face centimeters away from her own. She wraps her arms around his sweaty neck, pulling him even closer, pressing their bodies on each other like it was their last night on Earth to have physical contact.

"Yes, J," she nods, looking up to his lips as he finally kisses her with lust. His palm slides down, his finger rings fully pressing against her throat. She whimpers under his touch, letting out a muffled whine, arching her back off the van and pressing her chest into his.

"Can I touch you here?" JJ whispers, pulling away from her momentarily to leave gentle kisses on her succulent neck as his left hand slides off the van and hovers over her right hamstring, her skirt barely covering her ass.

"Mmhmm," she hums in agreement, her eyes fluttering closed as he nips her skin. "Yes J, touch me, please." She lifts up her leg, wrapping around his torso as JJ hastily grabs the backside of her thigh and hoists her farther up on the side of the van.

She gasps at the sudden flight, his display of strength turning her on even more. He stares up at her for a moment, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her from falling. A sudden chill of the wind escapes down her spine, the sensation of butterflies flurrying in her abdomen as Martha realizes she's practically exposed. Her skirt is bundled up at her stomach, showcasing the hickeys he so intently became memorized with.

JJ swallows, feeling his pupils lust over the goddess bestowed in front of him. "Grab the metal bars above you, baby," he mumbles, referring to the surf rack, "and don't let go."

Martha nods, lifting her shaky arms and grabbing the bar behind her head. She watches as JJ grins at her obedience before he pushes her thighs wider and dips his head to kiss them. With each passing kiss, he inches closer and closer to her barely-clothed entrance. The light material of her swimsuit bottoms failed to hide the wet patch from the warm light hanging above the pair.

"Can I kiss you here?" He asks, biting his lip in anticipation, stopping just above her. His breath fanning over everything. She nods, trying to stifle any noise. "Are you sure? I need your words, baby."

"Yes, I'm yours." She whispers down to him, smiling in content. She grips the bars above her, squeezing the metal with her hands in anticipation.

"Yes, you are," he states, kissing her clit through the light material. "I got you, baby," he reassures her, kissing it again as his fingers crawl under her skirt and yanking off the elastic band. She gulps, lifting up her back as he fully pulls off her bottoms. "Lemme take care of you, Martha."

She lets out a sound she didn't know she had as he unexpectedly kisses and sucks on her clit, too fast to even process it. Her legs shake at the unfamiliar feeling, her heels pulling down at his shoulder blades, her toes clenching.

"Shit, J, oh my god," she whispers into the air, afraid that someone will find them. Biting her lip, it is hard to keep in her whines and keep pleads quiet. "Fuck."

JJ's mind runs wild at her reaction, clouding with just one thought: pleasure this girl until she has to cry out for help.

Her legs begin to close around his head, his strength failing to keep them wide. Enjoying the temptation of being suffocated between her. He grits as he pushes her legs open, farther apart this time.

"Keep your legs open for me," he demands, pulling away to look up at her, practically craning her neck to look down upon him the whole time. His lips glistening from her juices, his icy blue eyes dilated beyond contempt.

"But- but JJ, I- I can't," she shakes her head back and forth.

"You can, and you will," he says in a warning tone, as he grabs both legs and pushes them to her chest with his left forearm. With his other hand, he holds out his middle and points fingers to her mouth. "This'll keep you quiet."

She happily takes them into her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue around the salty skin, her lips shaped around his metallic rings.

"God, fuckin' damn," JJ mumbles at the sight, feeling his shorts tighten. "Such a good girl," he says, noticing the moan that emerges from his praise. Pulling his fingers out, he hastily coats them with his own spit, before leaning down to her entrance again.

His fingers spread apart her lips just to see her hole clenching around nothing, aching for anything. He spits on it, watching as it becomes stickier as it runs down and seeps into her skin. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he praises again, watching her hips buck when he slowly slides his bony finger inside. He pumps it in and out agonizingly, slowly, twisting and turning it inside her. "Are you okay?"

Her eyebrows contort, strange and unfamiliar at the feeling, it felt like she was on fire, but she feels good nonetheless. "Yes, I'm okay," whimpering above him. He feels her relax around his finger, signaling that she's enjoying it.

He leans down once more, automatically going straight for her swollen clit as he moves his fingers faster. He pulls away to quickly get some air, becoming memorized by how good she was taking his fingers, but he is quickly pulled by his locks and pushed into her.

He grunts as she tugs at his hair, sending vibrations throughout each others' bodies. He sucks and nips at Marty's clit for a minute or two, before sliding his tongue up her slit and slurping up the mixture of his spit and her arousal.

JJ's forehead beads with sweat as his icy blue eyes watch her moans become breathless, fast-paced but muffled by her conscience.

He stands up, his fingers still pumping inside her, the change in angle helping him find the spongy texture of her g-spot. "JJ, I- I think I- god you're so good."

He nods at her praise, "Let it out, Marty, no will hear you. I promise." He tells her, knowing that she is going to come any second and he wants to hear those angelic sounds spewing from her lips.

She nods, leaning her head forward to kiss him, coming on his hand as her moans are muffled to the outside world. She can taste herself. "Fuck," she lets out an exhausted sigh, her hand dropping from the bar and her body falling on top of JJ's. Her legs are still shaking.

She feels the metallic ring finally leave her, his fingers pruny from her wetness as his veiny hand is licked and sucked clean in front of her. "Damn, you were right," he says, his voice still low. "You taste delicious."

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"SO, WHAT DID YOU AND MARTHA TALK ABOUT?" John B turns to JJ as he picks through his french fries and grits that Mr. Carrera grudgingly gave them.

"Uh," JJ looks over to Marty, her eyes already on him. She blushes, turning back around to talk to Kiara and Mr. Carrera. "About us," he states, sipping a pina colada from his straw. He looks back over to John B and Pope —one of them glaring, the other smirking.

That wasn't exactly a lie. They did talk about what they were.

"And?" Pope edges on, almost falling off his chair.

"And, she's my," he couldn't help but grin uncontrollably. "She's my girlfriend."

John B practically spits out his drink, spraying it on JJ, laughing as he apologizes. "Sorry, I'm sorry," JJ throws food at him which starts a short-lived food fight.

On the other hand, Pope scoffs, shaking his head. "You just met her."

"Alright," JJ slams down his drink, the noise startling the workers including Marty and Kie. "What's your problem, man?" He points to Pope, anger seeping from his tongue.

"Guys," Kiara says, leaning over the counter, "what's going on?"

"I guess you told 'em, huh, J?" Martha asks, walking around the half-wall and placing her hand on his left shoulder. "Cats out of the bag now."

"Told us what?" Kie straightens up, looking over to a grinning Johnny and an annoyed Pope. "John B, do you know?"

"JJ finally got himself a girlfriend," he answers, slapping his best friend on the back. He's proud of his childhood friend.

"What?! Oh my god," she yells, running around the counter and immediately grabbing Marty. "Are you okay? Does he have you under a spell?" She grabs the girl's face, dramatically checking for any signs of sickness. "Blink twice if you are," she continues.

"Har har har," JJ rolls his eyes. "Knock it off, Kie."

"I was just kidding," she smiles, taking Martha into a hug, pulling away to mess up J's hair. "If you hurt her, you die."

"Yeah, I love you bro but don't hurt my baby sister. I'm serious," John B adds, his voice dropping to a serious tone.

"She's older than you," everyone deadpans, including Pope.

"Well, I say this calls for a celebration," Kiara declares, turning on the restaurant speakers and increasing the volume to a Reggae beat. She swings her hips to the music as she points to JB and tells him to dance with her. He dismisses her but is pushed by Martha to join her, which he reluctantly does.

Martha laughs as she pulls JJ up from his seat, twirling him around and pulling the boy into a sway. A piece of fry dangling from his mouth as she bites it off, Lady and the Tramp style.

"I wasn't lying back there, you know," she states, his hands on her hips as they swing to the beat. "I am yours."

"And I would never lie to you," JJ replies, "ever."

She smiles, placing her head on his chest in soothing silence. He dips his own, into the crook of her neck, sighing in content.

RINGG. RINGG. RINGG.

"Shit," Marty pulls away, her phone on the table ringing like crazy. "Sorry, guys, I guess I had my ringer on," she says, grabbing her phone to see who the caller ID is...

Sarah 💗🤞🏻

"I gotta take this," she never ever calls me unless she absolutely needs me. "Uh, hello?"

"Martha?" Sarah sobs into the phone, her voice barely being heard over the booming of the music at whosoever house she's at.

"Sare? What's wrong? Are you okay?" She pulls away from JJ, pacing back and forth as she bites her nails.

"Topper he, I fucked up, and now he's upset with me and I don't know what to do and"—

—"Wait, wait, calm down. Where are you? Where's Nicki?"

Marty hears her sigh out a shaking breath and a door close, the music muffling behind it. "I'm in the bathroom at the Thornton's, Nicki's probably fucking some guy."

"Okay, are you okay, though? Did Topper hurt you? What do you mean you fucked up?"

"No, he didn't hurt me, I- I just want to go home, could you meet me at my place? I miss you."

"I," she looks up at the pogues, who were all very concerned, including Kiara. "Just walk to your house, I'll be right there." Sarah agrees, and soon after Martha hangs up the phone.

"I gotta go guys," she says, kissing JJ goodbye and running out the door.

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"SARAH?!" Marty yells as she reaches the Cameron abode. She runs to the garden that Sarah and she once found during their days of being kids, it was their secret hiding place. "Sare?!!" She shouts again, finally gaining the attention of a buzzed-out Sarah Cameron sitting under a tree.

"Right here, Marty!" She waves from the ground, unable to stand without stumbling. Martha sighs, trudging her feet along the front grass and sitting in front of her best friend.

"Sare, you never call me, are you okay? You scared the shit outta me." Marty reaches out and puts a fallen strand of dirty blonde hair back behind her ear, away from her pretty face.

"I'm sorry, Martha. God, why am I such an idiot?" She whispers, her head falling into her hands.

"Where do I start?" Martha jokes, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm kidding, you're not an idiot. Why would you think that?"

"Um, I told Topper I was ready," she mumbles, looking up at Martha.

"You did?"

"Yeah," she nods. "Then, when it came down to it, I didn't... I don't know, I— I couldn't do it."

"Please don't tell me he got mad because you said no. God, and to think he was better than your brother." Marty sighs, taking Sarah's hands with hers.

"Yeah, he did. He stomped too."

"Well, it has to feel right. That's what you always say."

"I know, but it did feel right. He was so sweet the entire day."

"Just because he's sweet to you, doesn't mean you have to have sex with him, Sarah."

"I know that, but still, I was ready."

"Then why didn't you?"

"I don't know, I guess I have feelings for someone else." She looks up from the grass, the moonlight reflecting through the tree leaves, spotty on her pretty friend's face.

"Oh, I- well, why don't you pursue them instead?"

"Because I'm scared."

"You? Scared? Sally Cameron, you are the bravest, sweetest, most beautiful girl I've ever known. Anyone's lucky to have you, I"—

Martha couldn't finish her sentence.

Sarah Cameron is kissing her. Passionately, with her dainty hands on her face, Martha confusingly kisses her back.

She quickly pulls apart after she realizes what she's done. Sarah continues to lean in for more, but Marty pushes her away.

"No, Sarah, no, I can't."

"What? Why?"

"Why?! First off, you're drunk, you're not thinking straight. You're hurting and I can't do that to you. And I can't do that to myself." She scoots back, tears brimming her eye ducts. "And second, you can't do this to me. Not when I've spent my whole life loving you. I just started dating JJ. I'm not a cheater."

No answer. Nothing.

Martha hastily gets up, "Is this why you called me?" Tears falling down her cheekbones, dripping off and landing onto her shirt. "Is it? IS IT?!"

Sarah nods.

"You never call me, I- I actually thought you were in danger!" Marty yells, backing away. "I'm not going to be some side piece experiment for you. Break up with Topper and call me when you figure yourself out." She states one last time, before running off and back towards the way she came.