princess diaries

He glances over at you, licking his lips with that damn look he always gives you. The one where he’s trying not to picture you naked and sweating underneath him, begging for more. Though he’d never tell you that.

He turns the keys and shifts the truck into gear. Slowly creeping out of the gate, hopping out and closing it behind him.

He loves to take you on these midnight drives. It’s the only real chance to get you all to himself for an hour or two. You get comfy, kicking your sandals off, leaning up against the passenger door and draping your freshly painted toes on his lap. Being sure to graze the bulge in his jeans as much as you can without it seeming too purposeful.

You can see his smirk as you relax. Breathing in the cool evening air through the open sunroof, and listening to a quiet cassette tape that Rick handpicked. No words exchanged as he brings you to your destination.

It’s thrilling. A little. The thought of being outside, alone, at night. A little scary even. But nothing makes you feel safer then being with Rick, not even the walls back at home.

And besides, he always gets you back home before sunrise. Your mind flashing to the image of Ricks hands roaming your body as you poke at your scrambled eggs over breakfast. Your dad right across you, sipping his coffee and asking how you slept. “Pretty good,” you’d tell him while holding back a smile, knowing you didn’t even get an ounce of sleep.

Rick shifts the vehicle into park, and turns off the ignition. Leaving you in a calm silence, with only the sounds of an occasional frog or cricket in the air. It’s crazy how silent nights are now that the world has changed. You don’t want to say it ended. Because that’s not true. But it has changed. Lots. And though you feel a little guilty to admit it, you don’t mind the way it changed. Had things never happened, you wouldn’t have met Rick or his group. They wouldn’t have strolled up to your communities gates, tired and filthy and so fucking relieved to believe in humanity again. And now… sitting here with Ricks hand on your leg, you’re thanking god for bringing him to you. To Alexandria.

His hands trail up your smooth calf, tickling your skin. Freshly shaved, moisturized and everything. All for him.

“How was your day?” He finally asks, shifting to face you a little better, continuing to rub little circles onto your skin.

“Woulda been better with you.” You give him as coy a look as you can manage.

“I can put you down to work construction if you really wanted.” He offers. Knowing you much preferred your time in the community garden.

You scrunch your nose and he lets out a little chuckle.

“I figured…” his hand is even higher now, squeezing at your thigh.

You both know why you’re out here. This is just the small talk. A curtesy for you both instead of just jumping right in.

“I did miss you, though…” your voice is soft at your vulnerable admission. “Really.”

You can’t tell from the dim lighting, but his gaze softens and his chest fills with warm.

“Same here, baby.” He whispers.

You bite your lip, trying not to smile too hard even though all you want is to climb on top of him and ride until your legs gave out. Lucky for you, that’s exactly what he drove you out here for.

“Alright, get over here,” he impatiently tugs on your nightie, pulling you into his lap. You straddle him as he reclines the seat back. Hands going straight to your hips as you lean in and press your lips to his. Slow and steady. He grimes you down against his hard on, the lace of your panties being the only barrier to the rough denim of his jeans. Moaning in his mouth as you rut your hips against him, cause you just can’t help yourself.

His tongue traces your lips, and he kisses you all slow and wet. Eventually trailing his lips down to your jaw, then your neck and finally nipping at your chest.

You hold the back of his head, fingers tangling into his curls, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on your skin. Your other hand going in between you to tug at his belt. Hinting at the real reason you were there. He looks up at you, stopping his assault on your breasts, and taps his hands on your thighs.

“Lift for a second,”

You do as he says and he shoves his jeans down, kicking them off, to the floor of the truck. His shirt and your night dress join shortly after. Leaving you both almost naked in the old truck. Skin against skin and hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto him. Already soaking wet through your panties.

“These are cute,” he muttered against your lips, pulling at the lace of your thong. Pink and white lace, with a dainty little bow on the front. “But I think we better get em’ off,”

You giggle and move to fumble with them, falling even further into his chest when they finally joined the pile of clothes on the truck floor.

With your mouth on his, and your body melting into him, Rick mutters against your lips. Hot and wet and so fucking sweet.

“Show me how much you missed me,”

You could cum from his words alone. It’s as close to him begging as you’d ever get. And you’ll take it. Bask in it. Memorize the sound of it. His gravely voice and the crickets in the background, to reminisce about when you can’t sleep. When nothing else will make you smile.

You show him. Eagerly bouncing up and down on his length. Using his shoulders as leverage, nails digging into the muscles of his arms because you know how much he likes it. His hands stay on your ass, and the backs of your thighs, guiding your movements, taking the strain off your muscles. Your mouth doesn’t leave his until you’re breathing too hard to kiss back. Rutting against each-other like a couple of teenagers, you feel your orgasm approaching. Climbing up, up, up until you reach the top. Until you’re cumming in his lap and you fall off the ledge. Until he pulls you all the way down on his cock, one last time and groans something inaudible right nest to your ear. Hips stuttering up into you as he finishes inside. Lips latching to your neck and marking you up, all while the two of you let your heart rates level back out.

When you finally get your panties back on, it’s messy and slick and seeping through the fabric. Your cheeks are flush as you pull the nighty back on, covering up as modestly as you can. Rick is dressed beside you, right wing his belt and smirking at the puddle he knows he caused under your dress. You’re on birth control anyway. It’s not a big deal… but it’s still something. It’s claiming you, in a way. A very messy, animalistic way that requires an early morning shower when you sneak back into your house. A secret way that stays between the two of you and the old rickety truck he refuses to ditch and replace.

“Let’s get you back home,” he starts the truck and the headlights shine into the field.

You tip your head back with a smile, resting on the cool glass of the window. Eyes fluttering closed as Rick backs out of the spot and gets onto the road. You stay like that, half asleep and relaxed as ever. Ricks hand makes its way to your leg as he drives the two of you back to Alexandria. Back to the community he’s grateful to have found. To get you, a beautiful someone that he’s even more grateful to have found, back in bed before the sun rises. Back just in time to keep your frequent trips outside the gates, between the two of you and no one else.

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