I answer his questions cautiously, careful not to give away my secrets. I don't want Casey to end up in jail or for Smith to find out I'm being forced to do this. But he has a way of breaking my walls and getting away with just the information he needs. When I tell him my parents died and Casey had to work for the Mafia government to take care of me, his expression remains blank, his mind trying to work it all out. I can't believe I'm discussing my childhood with him but it feels good to talk about that particular experience. Once, when I tried telling Mark this, he rebuffed me and told Casey to lock me up in my room for mentioning my bloody parents. Since then I've kept shut until tonight. I feel free getting it all out again and this time to someone who actually listened.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask as we slip into the SUV and the driver pulls away from the roadside.

“I'm taking you home,” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling the hairs on my skin as my crotch hardens. I begin to envision him caressing my body gently as he whispers words no one's heard before to me. The last time I had a guy this close was in sophomore year when Tim, the captain of the football team and every girl's eye candy stole my first kiss accidentally while we were in the changing room. I'd finished packing up to go home when he bumped into me suddenly and we tumbled to the floor just as our lips clicked. His eyes widened for a moment, a still one as he pushed his tongue out to touch my lips. We made out for five minutes straight till I pushed him away for air, grabbed my things and ran a full two miles home. I avoided him after that day. He didn't even show up for graduation. I was afraid then, mainly because I didn't think it was possible to kiss a boy. But today while I chatted with Smith over dinner, I realize that what I've been putting off all these years is exactly what I've always wanted.

I was surprised when he told me I'm his soulmate. I've read about those in books and he's wrong trying to convince me that fiction's reality. I mean, I'm supposed to feel it deep inside me. An instant connection. Maybe he's right and the stirring inside me might be the only sign I'd ever get. Could he be the reason my stomach's turned to goo? Why did fate push us both together in this uncompromising situation? Is that the way the universe work? I have to make him fall for me long enough till Mark gets what he wants from him. Something I'm doing so well that's he's got his thoughts and whole being wrapped around me instead and I feel bad that I'm gonna be the cause of his downfall. If there's anything I'm sure about Mark, it's that if he wants something from someone he won't stop till he takes everything. If Mark goes down, I'll do too.

“Earth to Trent,” he says, breaking my concentration as his fingers find their way to my face. “What are you thinking about?”

“Uh, nothing,” I murmur as he stroked my jaw and tug my left earlobe.

“You've been silent since we got into the car. Are you scared?”

I nod since there's no point in lying to him. I'm scared. Scared of what Mark would do to him. Scared of contributing to Smith's downfall. He leans in close to kiss my forehead and wrap his arms around my head. “Don't be. Nothing will happen to you,”

I bring my head up to look into his eyes, his lips quivering as they descend upon mine. I bring my hands around his waist, his hands everywhere, our lips hot at work. He kisses me as a  criminal does to his wife when he is released after serving a long jail term and I let him take over. He growls, pulling me from my seat onto his laps. His hands go to my ass as I grind down on him. A place which turned me on the most ever since this whole thing started. I knew he was battling a boner during dinner which he masked by making light talks and wringing his fingers over and over beneath the table. All I thought was how I'd made him that hard. Now I have the chance of grinding against it and I'm gonna make full use of it.

“I want you inside me,” I moan as his mouth moves to my neck. “I want you to fuck me on your living room floor cause I don't want to use the bedroom,”

“Fuck,” he groans when he cups my bum and squeezes.

Everything is escalating so quickly and I'm trying my best to keep up. I dry hump against his dick as I feel the edge poke my hole. The perfect spot.

“Sure we can make it out of here when Drake pulls over at my driveway? I'm so fucking hard I can't walk,”

“We'd do it in here then,” I rasp out, too pleasured to even think. I feel my cum coming and I don't have a choice but to let it out in here.

“I'll have him pull out and head home. We're staying in here for a little while,” he kisses my forehead and pulls back a small door from the partition separating the driver's side and the backseat, leaning over to whisper in Drake's ear. A few moments later we're pulled out and Drake takes a cab south.

I've never had this kind of desire for anyone before and it's driving me insane. Nothing could define this chemistry and I'm supposed to feel revulsion whenever he touches me, not haywire with the need to keep it going.

I feel my boxer briefs soak as he pulls me back up to his laps, straddling him. He tugged at my shirt, ripping the buttons off in minutes and eased them off my shoulders. My nipples throbbed as he suckled on them, pulling off my chinos and boxer briefs. My dick sprang up free, it's tip brimming with precum as Smith takes the full length in his mouth, choke a little and began bobbing his head slowly. I throw my head back, my head up in cloud nine as he fondles my balls.

“Shit! This is crazy!!” I moan loudly, spreading my legs apart to give him all the space he needs. His fingers dig into my hole and he slid them out at intervals. I've never felt so divine. My willpower's gone down and all I'm thinking about is how good this feels.

He flips me over with my back on the seat as he tore his shirt off and stepped out of his trousers. His cock stood in all it's glory as my hands encircle it, bringing it to my lips. I took the full tip in, licking it like a lollipop. He drifts back in delight, his hands tangled up in my hair. I deep-throat on it before he finally comes, groaning his orgasm into oblivion. I sat upon it, slowly so I can accommodate his length before I began humping furiously, our rhythm turning faster till we both came at once. A deep shudder and then spurts of my hot juice spilling onto the seats. He breathed down at me, watching me with excited eyes as I crawled forward and pressed my lips to his.