Gators Cockwarmer

And there it is. He can’t seem to help himself. Even in the middle of a hot and heavy make out, with your clothed pussy pressed right up against his hard cock, he has to open that idiotic mouth of his and ruin it. 

“I'm not a goddamn communist you dumbass.” You draw back to look at him with a roll of your eyes, movements coming to a halt.

“Democrat. Libtard. Communist. Same fuckin’ thing.” He chuckles darkly, leaning back in, eyes half lidded but you move away in time to see him chase after your lips.

“I asked you to cut the shit when we’re fuckin’ around.” You huff, clear annoyance written on your face. 

His hand roughly cups the back of your head to hold you in place, eyes narrowing and growing darker in the dim lighting from the dash. 

“And I told you not to fuck around at Roy’s campaign rally, but there ya were with your goddamn lime green sign spewin' your liberal agenda bullshit.” He hisses through gritted teeth. “I even asked ya all nice like, but ya still showed up.” 

Your eyes search his and then it dawns on you. He’s actually pissed. Roy MUST have jumped his ass after he had tossed you out of the convention hall earlier that afternoon. There’s always banter between you but this was different. More charged, heated. 

You couldn’t help the amused laugh that escapes you but the grip at your neck only tightens. His cheeks and the tips of his ears redden, pressing his face close enough that your noses touch, his breath fanning across your lips when he speaks. 

"Fuckin' hate you…”

“Don’t worry, Tillman. The feeling is mutual.” You mutter, hips finally rolling back against him. 

He grinds up against you harder, his free hand sliding up your thigh to grip your ass possessively, fingers digging in with more force than necessary, surely to leave bruises for you to find. 

"Fuckin’ snowflake pain in my ass.” His teeth sink into your bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to sting, before crashing his mouth into yours. It was all teeth and tongue, pent up aggression he could take out on you. 

He knows the name calling and slurs always get under your skin, loving every second of it, smirking against your mouth. He helps guide your movements, squeezing the globes of your ass roughly through your jeans. 

His bulge slides deliciously across your clothed cunt, your panties already a slick mess, each pass of your hips catches your clit deliciously. It was always like this, a push and pull of how long either of you could hold out. 

You break away just far enough to mumble against his lips, “daddy would be so disappointed right now.” 

His eyes snap open, flashing with anger. “Don't fuckin’ start with that shit. I don't want to think about him when you're ridin’ my cock.” 

“Too late cuckservative, you already started it.” Your lips twist into a devious smirk. He could dish it out but could seldom take it.

“Goddamnit, shut the fuck up.” He hisses, one hand grabbing your hip cruelly.

“Make me, you cheeto loving asshole.” You bite back. 

His eyes darken and narrow in on you, before he grips the back of your head, fingers tangling in your locks harshly, making you hiss from the sting. 

“Fuck, why do you have to be so fuckin’ sexy when you're being a cunt?” He muses, eyes drawn to your bared throat.

You're taken aback, expecting another crude insult, but instead his tongue darts out, laving up your neck, lips meeting your pulse point with an oddly tender kiss. Your eyes close when he sucks at your soft skin, a moan rising from your chest and filling the small space. 

His smirk returns, a searing touch slipping up your shirt, dancing across your rib cage. You whimper as he gropes your breast through your bra, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. 

“Asshole.” You murmur but there's no real venom behind it this time.

You both talk too much, fight constantly, but truth is the second one of you gets their mouth on the other's most intimate parts, it all goes quiet. No politics, no daddy issues, no hate - just pure, desperate, unadulterated desire. 

"Got ya’ to shut up, didn't it?” He chuckles, kissing down your throat and across your collar bone. “Take this off.” He tugs at your shirt, loosening the hold on you. 

You hate how easily you give in, but you're reaching for the hem and pulling it over your head in one fluid motion. 

“Good girl.” He says, eyes glued to your chest, missing the glare you throw at him. Before you can make any retort, he shoves the cups down roughly, leaning down to bite at your nipple, making you gasp.

“Fuck,” you murmur, gripping the back of his head, keeping him there. He pinches the other, sending a new wave of want rippling through your core, hips jerking back against him. 

He pulls off with a pop far too soon for your liking but he's working the button on your jeans, stuffing his hand down the front of your underwear without any warning, finding the mess you made and pressing against your clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He remarks, a rough digit swirling against your puffy nub, making your breath catch. “You're always so fuckin' ready for me.” 

You want to fight and push back, but he doesn't give you time to come up with a response, middle finger sliding down to your aching hole, slipping in and immediately starting to pump a steady rhythm, a second joining in a few moments later, further stretching your tight walls. 

He smirks, lopsided and lazy when your grip tightens around his shoulders, watching the way your eyelids slip shut in newfound pleasure, a moan escaping your parted lips.

He stops too quickly, cruelly pulling his fingers away with a sly grin, just when your hips begin to grind against his palm. 

“Asshole.” You mumble, shifting off him to slide your jeans and underwear down, leaving them on the floor board. 

“If I'm such an asshole, why're you always so eager for this dick? Huh?” His smug tone makes you roll your eyes once more, grabbing your hips and pulling you back down onto his lap. 

“Shut up.” You retort, thankful he can't make out the heat that creeps up your cheeks, knowing how true his words were but he can still make out yet another roll of your eyes. Your palm presses against him, hard and aching, tenting tightly against his jeans.

He smirks, his hips pressing into your hand. “Eye rolling's rude, Snowflake.” 

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “But you know what? When I'm balls deep, those eyes'll be rollin' back in your head for this dick.”

Fuck. It almost makes you lose composure. 

“Are you going to yap all night or fuck me Tillman?” You shoot back, making his cock twitch beneath your touch. A rough swallow making his throat bob. 

You lean in, nipping at his bottom lip. “That's what I thought.”

“Bitch.” He mumbles, hands flying to undo his belt. “Condoms in the glovebox.” His chin jerks, as if you didn't already know where he kept them.

You lean over as he frees his thick and heavy cock, gripping the base before pumping it a few times in his fist. You tear it open with your teeth, tossing the wrapper, not caring where it lands. 

“Well, go on.” He grunts, holding it steady. You're surprisingly tender rolling it down his long shaft, taking your time, more teasing than anything with a barely there touch. 

He groans, hands landing on your hips, yanking you forward when the rubber sits snug against his base. You gasp, cunt pressing against his cock, pinned between you. 

“Shut up and ride this fuckin’ cock.” He grits out, hand coming down hard against the side of your ass, making you yelp, feeling the sear already leaving a welted handprint behind. 

“Jerk.” You grab his girthy base, squeezing, making him hiss, hips canting upward. “Paybacks a bitch.” 

“Just fuckin’—” 

He's cut off when your pussy drags across his cock, slow and deliberate, head catching at your entrance but not letting him have any satisfaction of giving in just yet. 

“What was that?” You chuckle, lips ghosting the shell of his ear, tongue flicking out, sucking on his lobe.

“Fuck.” He groans, fingertips digging into the fat of your hips, trying to push you further down. 

“Ah, ah.” You chide, hips swiveling, his sensitive head swirling at your weeping hole. “I think you should ask nicely, since you’ve been such an asshole.” 

“You serious?” He scoffs. “M’not–” 

“You're so mad, frustrated, but your cock... your cock loves being used by someone you absolutely hate.” You grip his cheeks, fingertips digging in just a little harshly, making his lips part in a small gasp. “Now, ask. Nicely.” 

It’s his turn for an incredulous eyeroll. He huffs, a frustrated breath flaring his nostrils but you release his jaw.

“Willyouridemycock?” It comes out quickly, a mumbled whisper that makes you chuckle. 

“I don’t think I caught that.” You slowly let his tip slide in, but then stop again, he throws his head back against the seat in a frustrated growl. 

“Will you just ride my fuckin’ cock and stop bein’ a fuckin’ tease?” He grits out, this time more intelligible but still forced out as a frustrated rush. His lust blown eyes catch yours, barely a ring a color left of his irises. 

“Mmmmm…. Good boy.” Something in him snaps at that.

His face reddens with humiliation and anger, heat reaching the tips of his ears. “Fuck you.” He hisses, grip tightening, making you wince. He leans in, nose to nose with you as he grits, "I'm not a good boy. I'm a fuckin’ man." 

It takes the breath from you when he pulls you down without warning, thrusting up at the same time. His thick cock slides in easily thanks to your dripping arousal but still splits you open none the less. Your eyes slip closed, nails digging into his shoulders with a hiss. 

He knows he's big, stilling so you can adjust. It's the only time he ever shows a little restraint. Even if he's a dick, he's not a complete selfish bastard. 

“What was that, sweetheart?” He smirks. “How's it feel havin' a Republican between your legs?” 

“Shut the fu—” A sharp smack comes down across your backside, cutting you off with a gasp. Your eyes snap open to see him sporting a shit eating grin. 

“Ride me.” He grunts, punctuated with a small thrust of his hips. 

You mumble “asshole” but grind against him anyway, before you start to move, slowly at first, sliding up and down his rigid length, feeling every single inch of him. 

“Fuck, that's it.” He murmurs, eyes suddenly fixated on where the two of you connect, watching his fat cock slip in between your soaked lips, disappearing with each downward crash of your hips. 

It’s embarrassing how soaked you are, your walls enveloping him with ease. Moans and gasps slip past your lips, your arms wind around his neck, your movements becoming a little more fevered chasing your high. 

To anyone outside the truck, it would be painfully obvious what’s going on. The windows are fogged, the cab filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans, two people who hate each other at every level except this one—this sweaty, desperate, secret thing in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere was actually in one of Roy’s many sprawling fields. It’s crossed your mind at how many people he’s actually brought back here for the same thing but you quickly push that thought away.

He grips your ass tightly, watching your breasts bounce as you ride him, spreading your cheeks apart, helping to ease you up and down his cock. He leans down, taking one of your pert nipples between his lips, sucking harshly, making you whine arching into him. 

Your hips stutter, feeling that familiar tingle up your spine, warmth spreading through your lower belly. His fingers dig into your hips as he meets your rhythm with harsh thrusts, his groans getting louder and more desperate.  

He feels your walls starting to clench around him. "Yeah? You gonna come on my dick?” He coos mockingly but you're too far gone, too lost in pleasure to reply with anything more than a high whine. 

One hand leaves your hip, moving to the back of your head as he crashes his lips to yours. He kisses you roughly, swallowing your moans. Your bodies are slick with sweat, despite the chill in the air, moving against each other with practiced ease. 

He pulls back from the kiss with a smirk. “Come on. I know you're close.” The pad of his thumb finds your sensitive clit, hips faltering at the touch for only a moment before you start bouncing harder, taking him deeper with each movement. 

Your moans get louder, higher pitched, as you get closer and closer to your release. Your thighs burn with exertion but you're so close, you can feel that hot white heat flooding your core. He’s watching you closely, almost mesmerized by the way your face is contorted with pleasure. 

“Come on, baby. Come on my cock.” He suddenly blurts, thumb still stroking your clit when you start to see those stars behind your eyes with a blinding force. Your pussy clamps down around him, when you start to lose rhythm, he takes over. He starts pounding you from below, pistoning in and out, prolonging your orgasm while chasing his own. 

His mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut as he cums, pulling you back down against him, pinning you there as he spills into the condom with a gasp and groan. “Fuuuuck!” 

You collapse boneless against his chest, trying to catch your breath. It’s a few minutes before your brain catches up to how intimate it feels. His cock is still seated inside you, your head leaning on his shoulder, so you push off his chest, clearing your throat when you slip off his lap, maneuvering into the passenger seat. 

You grab your crumpled jeans from the floorboard but can’t seem to find your panties so you let out a little exasperated “hmph” and pull your pants on without. 

“You good?” He calls out, noticing your little annoyed look, while taking the condom off. He ties the end and tosses it out the window unceremoniously, stuffing himself back into those utility cargos.

“Fine.” You mumble, reaching for the remainder of your clothes. 

Nothing else is said as you finish dressing. He starts the engine, pulling back onto the dirt driveway to get to the main road and get you back to your car that’s parked at an abandoned gas station nearby. 

"You gonna text me next week when you're horny again?” He smirks over at you as he throws it into park, his cocky demeanor slipping back into place. 

“I can. Yeah.” You shrug, the post orgasmic haze wearing off leaving you with that familiar regret and disdain for the man seated next to you. 

He stares at you for a long moment, jaw tightening like he wants to say something else. But he doesn't, his attention moving back out the windshield when you open the door to slip out. He watches you silently slip out, closing the door behind you without another word. 

His eye catches on something bright pink slipped right under the passenger side floor mat, your panties. He reaches out and pulls them free with a small tug, thinking of calling out after you but then thinks better of it, stuffing them in his pocket instead. He can always give them back later, next time. 

Tonight you found yourself in his car, him driving home from a stressful day at the station and you asked for a ride. The arguing filled the car pretty much the full drive. He was supposed to drop you off home but he got a little distracted and forgot to make the turn.

"Hey... i thought you were taking me home Gator?" The annoyance in your voice is clear as you see his large house come into view. Gator shrugs as he pulls onto the dry dirt next to his home. "Make your own way home then. Ain't ma' problem."

You tried to hold back a scoff at his annoying behaviour but failed, the arguing starting up again- not that it ever stopped. Next thing you know, "f'r fuck sakes, do i just gotta shut you up physically? or..."

You look at him a little dumbfounded, "wh—..what?"

"Don't act like i haven't had t'before.." Suddenly, he's leaning over the center console, hand moving to your jaw to pull your lips to his. As much as you wanted to push him away, you didn't. And you'd be lying if you said you wanted to push him away in the first place.

It's all teeth and tongue before he leans over a little more and his large hand grabs your thigh, pulling it closer to him. You take the hint and move over onto his lap, lips never parting as you stretch your arm down and recline the seat back slightly.

Gator lets out a little groan as you do so. "never fuckin' shut up, do ya?"

"not really." you answer against his lips, moving your hips slightly on his lap which pulls another groan from Gators mouth.

It's not long until his deputy vest is thrown in the back seat, your bottoms and his sweater follow leaving him in a plain black shirt and his usual cargos and you in only a sweater. You shift back on his lap slightly as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling himself free. Your bottom lip is between your teeth as you stare at his length for a moment.

"Y'want this or not?" He says roughly. His attitude drove you insane and you couldn't tell if it was in a bad way or a good way. "y-yeah.. i want it."

The burn of the stretch was something you didn't think anyone could ever get used to, and you weren't even half way. He lets out a groan as he bites his lip at the heat of your pussy.

"c'mon.. don't act like ya can't take it.. y'took it before."

"shut up gator." your words are slightly strained as you lean your forehead against his shoulder. his hips suddenly twitch and thrust up slightly causing you to let go of another moan.

Gators hands grip your hips tight enough for bruises as he slowly pulls you down further to take him fully. After a moment, you were sitting fully on top of him, his thick cock fully swallowed inside your pussy. As much of an asshole he was, he let you sit there for a moment to let you get used to the fullness of his cock.

after a moment, you finally circled your hips slightly which made his breath hitch. the burn was still there but hearing his breath all shaky and seeing that scrunch between his eyebrows made you smirk, "y'like that..?"

Gator didn't like that. the way it sounded as if you were in control. "s-stop talkin'." He thrusted his hips up slightly, making a moan escape your mouth and your eyes squeeze shut, thighs tightening around his. "o—oh fuuck." you hear him chuckle this time, amused that your expression changed so quickly from cocky to pure bliss. "how 'bout you? you like that?"

Another squeal leaves your mouth as he holds your hips up in place and his hips lift up into yours over and over. You open your eyes to look at him. His head leans back against the seat, eyes closed, eyebrows scrunched, bottom lip between his teeth. His cock slides easily in and out of you, your wetness making it easier as it drips down onto him. "g-fuuck." you whine, eyes squeezing shut.

"ye—yeah.. there ya go, sugar.. ya squeeze me so fuckin tight.." he grunts out, looking back down at where your bodies meet like it was the most hypnotising thing he’s ever seen. his gaze then snaps back up to your face, big brown eyes darting over your features.

he removes one hand from your hip, letting you take control over the speed for a moment as the hand trails up your body to your neck. his large fingers wrap around your throat, he squeezes slightly but not enough to hurt, just pulling you into a kiss that makes you feel dizzy. you moan against his mouth as you continue to ride him, slowly feeling that familiar sensation building in your stomach.

you both pull away panting before he shoves his hand under your sweater and pulls it up enough so he can pull your tits out of your bra. his hand on your hips finds its way to your lower back so he can pull you closer to him as his mouth latches onto your nipple.

the angle change mixed with the feeling of his hot tongue swirling around your nipple pulls another moan from your mouth. "ga—gate.. ohshit.." you use your knees on either side of his seat to push up and down again, feeling every inch and vein of him as he moans around your nipple.

it wasn’t long until his hips jerked faster, his little noises came quicker, his breathing heavier. same for you, you used your hand to try and quiet your moans as your movements became weaker and sloppier. gator lifted his hips up into you, hitting so deep you saw stars behind your eyelids. the pace as of which he was moving quickly brought that familiar feeling to the inside of your tummy and with that, you came. forehead on his shoulder, knees clamping around his thighs, a high pitched whine leaving your lips.

gator groans as you clench around him, "awwfuck.." and then his own release follows, spilling inside of you. neither of you reacted to it at first, too caught up in the feeling of your warmth around him, and his cock just resting inside of you.

and then you realise.

you pull your head away from his shoulder and stare down at him, still not moving from his lap. "gator… what the fuck? did you just—"

"—i’m sorry… felt too good.." he says,

you move off of him quickly and get your clothes back on before settling in the front seat. "take me home."

he would’ve said no again but he figured he kinda owed you this. you weren’t on any contraception. he knew that nothing will happen but you seemed a little freaked out so he started the car and drove you home. you didn’t really speak to him after that, said a small 'thanks' before leaving the car and entering your own home.

"Baby.." You whispered against his ear as you shuffled closer towards his half bare body tangled in the sheets, He didn't move but you saw his jaw tense a little as you looked up at him "I know yer awake" You trailed your finger down his chest slowly trying to entice any sort of reaction from him.

His hand moved from his side quickly holding onto your wrist to stop you, Brows furrowed together.

"Don't"

You pull your hand away from him with a huff, rolling onto your back staring up at the ceiling as you let the silence settle back in between you. Gator knew you were pissed without being able to see you, it was something he'd learned to do since loosing his sight.

"Yer in a mood" He said with a smirk pressed to his lips, Head turning slightly on his pillow towards you inhaling the smell of your hair that was half spilling onto his pillow.

"Yeah? No shit Gator! Ya haven't touched me in months!" You spat out at him, All the softness you'd tried to hold onto since it happened was starting to wear away. Gators chest tightened as he heard the shaking in your voice, Did you think he wasn't feeling this way too?

"S'no fuckin point!" Gator shot back feeling frustration bubble away inside him, Anger slowly starting to build up that you think he's doing this on purpose. "Cant even fuckin see ya!"

"Ya know what I look like Gator" You spoke softly this time, Moving your hand to rest against the soft hair on his chest "Its just like..doing it with the lights off"

Gator scoffed, shaking his head but you could tell he was softening as his hand made its way to your waist pulling you into him.

"Yeah? When did we ever do it with the lights off mama? Ya know I cant get enough of ya"

He was right, Gator loved to see everything. Admiring you from every angle as he made you cry his name, He loved to see the fucked out expression on your face as he made you cum, He loved to watch himself disappear into your pussy, Loved to tease you about the fact you'd put a matching set on just for him.

"Things have changed baby, but they don't have ta stop" You whispered placing a kiss to his nose "Ya still get me just as worked up" You smirked even though he couldn't see you.

"Tha right?" He asked, cocky tone to his voice.

"Mhm" You hummed grabbing his hand from your waist and bringing it round to the front of your panties, Stomach flipping at the soft gasp that left him "See?"

"These lace?" He asked quietly as his fingers pressed against the fabric, Dragging slowly making you moan softly as you push your hips further into his touch.

"Yes.." You whispered knowing exactly where this was going, The corners of gators mouth starting to turn up "Don't start" You groaned as his fingers looped under the fabric pulling it to the side.

"Yer matchin? Even when I cant see ya, yer still a slut" You gasped at his words, It wasn't because he called you a slut. He always does that in the bedroom, it was because it was the first spark of your Gator you'd seen in months. His finger started drawing circles against your clit slowly as your hips rolled forward against him "What colour?" He asked barely above a whisper, Like he was embarrassed asking.

"Pink"

Gator groaned biting down on his lip as he continued to work you up, You pushed your hand to his chest making him roll onto his back and for once he didnt look tense.

"Yer fave" You whispered as you kissed a line across his jaw, Working your way down his neck slowly nipping and sucking as you go. "Wore em fer" You smiled as you felt him swallow hard, Placing a single kiss against his collar bone "You"

"Damn right ya did" Gator groaned as he held onto your hips pulling you to straddle him, Lined up perfectly so his cock pushed against your core "Cant take no fer an answer can ya" Gator smirked as he rolled his hips up pushing himself against you, One hand resting against your back to hold you in place as you arched heart racing at the sounds falling from you.

Gator shuffled under you sitting himself up so he could press his face into your chest, Tongue dragging over the fabric of your bra making you nipples perk up. Your hands moved to his hair as you held him in place, His fingers hooking into the fabric to pull it out of the way before taking your nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck, Missed these" He groaned as his tongue swirled against your nipple, Falling straight back into the rhythm he was so used to with you. Almost angry at himself he'd been pushing you away. "Fuck, Need ta be in ya sugar"

The rasp in his voice sent vibrations through you straight down to in-between your legs, You climbed off him to remove your panties as gator pulled his own down. Reaching over to the bedside table to grab a condom from the drawer, Gators hand grabbing at you firmly stopping you.

"Where ya goin? Aint finished with ya yet" The confidence he usually carried was fully back, Making you flutter around nothing eager to feel him inside you.

You ripped open the packet, Gator recognised the sound and relaxed his grip on you smiling softly.

"Yer..Gonna have ta do it" He mumbled, Running his hand across his face.

"I know" You whisper, Pulling it down his length slowly. Gators hips bucking up at the sensation, Biting down on his lip ready to blow just from having the condom stroked down his length.

"Aint gonna last" He groaned as you smirked, Almost wanting to scold him, Tell him it was his own fault for denying himself this for so long.

You lifted yourself up, Lining him up with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself down his thick length, Head falling back as you take him fully.

"Fuck, Love ta hear ya sugar..Let me hear ya" Gator mumbled as he tried to hold himself together "such a slut, want ya cryin on my dick"

You felt a little bad that you tried hard not to let your moans fall from you, So used to gator teasing you about how you cried for him. But it was different now, he couldn't see you so the least you could do is let him hear you.

You started to roll your hips slowly, Gators brows were furrowed as he bit down on his lip mumbling things you couldn't quite make out. His hands held onto you, Fingertips digging in that hard you were sure you'd find little bruises on your skin tomorrow.

You picked up your pace a little, One of Gators hands moving up from your hip to cup your breast as he groaned at the feeling of you wrapped around his cock.

"Keep making these sounds baby, My little slut" You teased as you continued to ride him, Gator slapped his hand down against your ass in retaliation.

"Fuck, Can feel it jigglin" He moaned as he squeezed at your ass pulling you off him laying you flat on the bed "My turn, None of this soft shit ya were doin" He grunts into your ear as he moves himself between your legs.

Gator didnt do soft, He never had. Sometimes you wondered if losing his vision might have changed him, Made him take his time with you and enjoy the sensation rather than just fucking you chasing his own release but clearly you were wrong.

You cried out as he buried himself deep inside you, Cock slamming in and out of you with speed as he held himself up against your hips. Your back was arching off the bed, Moans tumbling from you as his fingers pressed against your clit.

"Like tha don't ya mama? Cant even see ya a know yer close" His hips slap against yours, echoing around the room. Gators totally blissed out, Feelings consuming him as he felt the slick of you against his fingers. "Fuckin slut" He growled as he pulled your legs from his waist resting them against his shoulders so your ass is off the bed.

"Fuck! Gator" You cried as the new position seemingly lets him get deeper inside you, Hitting the perfect spot buried deep that only he has ever been able to find.

"Yer takin me well, Sugar" He groaned as his head tipped back, exposing move of his neck. Your fingers replaces his rubbing your clit quickly as he continues to relentlessly fuck you, Coil in your stomach starting to get closer to breaking. "Hands an knees" Gator says as he pulls out of you making you whimper at the loss of him, You do it. Knowing exactly what's coming next, His hand slaps against the cheek of your ass again making you squeal. You feel his breath against you as he lowers himself down, Dragging his tongue flat against both of your holes making you shudder.

"Gator, Please do something" You moan as your face is pushed into the pillow making it come out muffled, You feel him laugh against you making you tense up as you waited for him to continue.

"Wanna be everywhere mama" He groaned dragging his tongue against you again, Cock twitching every time you moan. Gator uses his finger to find your hole, Spitting down onto it once he was sure it was the one he wanted. "Can I?" He asks as his finger rubs his spit against it, Pushing in slowly to help stretch you out ready for him.

"Yes, Fuck, God please" You cried out pushing yourself back against him, Gators hand slapped down against your ass again before he removed his finger from you, Sliding two inside this time. You hissed at the sting, Biting down on your lip as his other hand softly rubbed over your ass cheek feeling the warmth from the slap "Bet yer all red an that" He groaned before getting back onto his knees, You hear him removing the condom before spitting into his hand. The wet sounds of him stoking his hand over his cock making you feel dizzy, The tip slowly pushing against you making you wince.

"Fuckin tight sugar, Tryna keep me out" He scoffed as he slowly eased himself into your ass "Feel ok?" He asked soothingly running one of his hands against your lower back.

"So good" You mumbled as your fingers worked against your clit, pushing yourself close to the edge as gator pushes himself all of the way inside. The stretch feels amazing, It always did when he fucks you here. Usually saved for the times he comes home drunk and forgets that he thinks men shouldn't go near ass, Maybe he is changing.

Your hands make fists in the sheets as Gator pulls back out slowly before pushing back into you, The sweetest sounds falling from him that you weren't really that used to hearing.

"Yer mine, This is mine" He leaned down pressing his chest against your back letting his hand move to your sensitive pussy sliding his fingers over it making you whimper "This ass is mine" he grunted hips slamming against your ass cheeks.

You loved when he got possessive, almost primal as he fucked into you claiming you as his. It sent shivers through your body that someone could love you that much they had to remind you every time you gave them a part of you.

"Close.." You cried out, Turning your head to the side on the pillow to look back at him. Gators fingers started speeding up against your clit as his rhythm started to falter, Slowing down his movements as he hissed at how tight you were around him.

"Let me have it then baby" Gator groaned and his words went right to your core, orgasm crashing over you as your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Yer fuckin, Fuckin perfect" Gator groaned as his hands moved back to your hips, Holding you in place as he gave his final few thrusts into you.

"Can I fill ya up, Sugar?"

"Yes" You replied breathlessly, Feeling totally fucked out pressed into the bed his hips still slapping against you. Gator came with what you could only describe as a sob, hips stilling as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips.

"Fuck sugar" He sighed as he pulled out of you leaving his warm release behind, giving your ass one finally slap before flopping back onto the bed next to you. You watched the way his chest was heaving, The sweat that had formed against his forehead making the hair stick to it. "Was good"

"It's always good" You smile, letting your legs relax so you lie down flat against the bed. Gators arm reaches out searching for you before he finds you, Pulling you into him.

You watched from the corner of your eye as his eyes trailed over you. Taking your time to slowly retreat into the dressing room, swaying your hips not bothering to cover your bare chest as you go.

You enjoyed making him wait, only making him more anxious and grumpy, all worked up just that way you liked.

As you sat at your small station reapplying your lipstick, one of the other girls walked in throwing a smirk your way.

“Your boy's out there looking for you.” She snickered.

“He's not my boy.” Replying flatly.

“You tell him that?” Laughing out, as you caught her reflection behind you.

No. You didn't have to tell him.

Gator Tillman only came around when he was fighting with his girlfriend though it seemed to be getting more frequent. You knew all the juicy, sorted details.

Finally emerging from the back, he was nursing his beer looking at the stage with his head tilted slightly, showing signs of boredom, thumb nail slowly peeling the label on his bottle.

Spotting you, his back stiffened sitting up a little straighter making your grin grow a little wider as you passed other patrons and ogling men vying for your attention.

His eyes remained steady on the stage as you sauntered over, trying to stay aloof as if he weren't here just to see you, pointedly avoiding your sultry gaze.

“Took you long enough,” he sassed, taking another swig of his beer as you sat down.

“Oh, I'm sorry Tillman. Did I keep you waiting?” Sassing right back. “Didn't even realize you were here.” Clicking your tongue.

“Nah, sweetheart, not at all. Enjoyin’ the view, drinkin’ a beer. What more could a guy ask for?” He grinned into the bottle, still looking away from you.

Your hand glides across the top of the padded bench seat, grasping his thigh making him choke on his next swig, quickly pulling the bottle from his lips wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The glare he sent your way only made you giggle before you spoke.

“What're you in for tonight? Need a chat…” your fingertips tiptoed up the expanse of his thigh, watching as his breath hitched. “Or a little something more?” Licking your lips in anticipation of the inevitable answer.

He pushed your hand away, setting the beer down.

“Can we at least go to the back before ya’ start gettin' all handsy?” He hissed out, finally looking at you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“What’s your problem? Not like your girlfriend or daddy would ever set foot in here.” Getting up as you spoke.

He lightly grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving his space.

“Don't. It's just… ya’ know how it is.” Deflecting. His go to before you can get him relaxed.

“No, I don’t know. But,” sighing and melting into his touch. “Come on, you can tell me about it.”

His hand trailed down, gripping yours, letting you pull him up as his large fingers wrap around yours. You'd thought numerous times about how they might feel wrapped around your neck or stuffed inside your greedy cunt.

He held tight, following you into the back, watching the way your ass looked in nothing but the thong you wore, thighs pushed out with the way your tights were digging into the plush of them. He was already hard, anticipation thrumming through him as you led him down the small hall to a private room.

It was a revolving cycle. He'd either fight with his girlfriend or on some occasions, his dad, and come find you. You were a stress relief, a way to blow off steam without any judgment.

Yeah, you might cost him an arm and a leg but you were worth it.

You stopped momentarily, whispering something to the bouncer he couldn't quite discern over the thumping base and loud music this close to the stage. The guy nodded, as you looked back and began to lead him once more, taking him down a hall where the music began to fade.

“Want another beer before we get started?” Calling over your shoulder, an almost predatory toothy grin thrown his way.

“Nah,” answering quickly. It was always the same. He wasn't interested in drinks or waiting any longer.

You enter the very last room at the end of the hall. The same red walls as the club with a small couch situated at the far end and a pole in the middle. The music was filtering in through speakers hung in the corners.

He continued past you making his way over to the couch as you locked the door. Much like in the bar, he took up most of the space. Wide and domineering.

“You never answered me out there. What're you in for tonight?” Taking long, slow strides toward him.

“I don't really wanna talk tonight.” He huffed out, as you stopped short in front of him standing between his legs.

“Someone's really grumpy.” Tilting your head, hands slowly moving up his chest to his shoulders moving your face close to his, nails digging slightly into the leather of his jacket as you trailed small kisses across his jaw.

You pulled back, gripping his chin forcefully making him look up at you.

“That little girlfriend of yours piss you off that bad?” You chuckled, but he found no amusement in your words, moving out of your grasp with a pout. You found him adorable when he was pissed.

“Poor baby,” you tsked. Pushing up and away from him. Giving him a nice sway of your hips as you walked toward the pole, gripping it and spinning back around.

“Now, Gator, how long have we done this little number? Huh? You still trying to play coy?” You began dancing to the rhythm of the music filling the room as he watched you but stayed silent.

“I know when something is bothering you.” You spoke as you continued to dance. He had to adjust himself, cock now straining in the constricting fabric of his cargos, almost painfully.

“If you don't tell me now, you know it'll just eat away at you. You can't even have any proper fun.” Dropping to the floor, crawling toward him at an agonizing pace, never taking your eyes off of him.

You slowly sat in between his legs, hands splayed on either side of his thighs so close to his length, he let out a shuddering breath as you began to lightly outline his cock with your fingertip, feeling it kick up beneath your touch.

Your number one rule was that you never fucked a client. No matter what. Each time you saw him, it became harder and harder not to give in. The way he would fall apart for you drove you absolutely crazy. He was pathetic, in all the best ways.

You laid your head on his thigh, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Gator, baby, tell me what's wrong. You'll feel so much better once you get it off your chest.” Your fake pout and doe eyes were too much.

“Fine. Fuck!” He threw his head back, exasperated because this little game you played wouldn't end until you got what you wanted.

“We fought. Again. We… I… broke up with her.” He sighed, unwilling to meet your gaze.

“Oh.” You lifted your head at that, standing to straddle his lap, legs on either side of his. Shifting to accommodate your frame as you sat down, immediately grinding your hips into his.

“Yeah…” coming out all breathy, as he hesitantly placed his hands on your hips.

“Poor baby,” continuing to move your hips across his lap, his cock hard against you with each pass and swirl igniting something within your own core.

“She… she wanted to get married and I didn't. It would have never worked out. She's just so different from… me.” What he had wanted to say was you. In the back of his mind, he knew this little thing between the two of would never really work out either. He was infatuated with the thought of you. Outside of the club he didn't know anything about you.

“That's such a shame.” Your own words coming out a little breathy, leaning close to his ear, lips pressing right under his jaw. You knew you shouldn't but you pressed in further lips sucking lightly, testing his reaction. When a small whimper escaped him, you only sucked harder, leaving a small mark behind.

His cock twitched, hips bucking up as he pressed you further down searching for more friction, blunt fingertips digging into your soft flesh. You had to bite your lower lip, suppressing a moan before it slipped out. It would be too easy to slip him out of his pants and slide down his shaft, feeling your own wetness pooling in your skimpy thongs, sticking to your folds.

Something, if you admitted to yourself, you'd also thought about numerous times. You'd heard the rumors. You'd felt his cock and knew it was big.

“You like that, Gator? Want me to mark you up? Let that little girlfriend and daddy know what you really like? What you've been up to?” You licked his pulse point, debating on sinking your teeth into his bared throat.

“Yeah.” He huffed out.

“Oh, Gator.” You pulled back, taking a hard look into his eyes. Glossed over, pupils taking over his mossy irises, now almost black.

“You'd regret it in the morning. I'm sure she'd see you and cry and you'll apologize and she'll take you back.” You chuckled, pushing off his chest slightly but he had a firm grip on your hips.

“I won't regret it.” He gritted out, nose to nose with you, lips daring to ghost over yours. “Don't you see what you do to me? I'd let you do anything to me.” Bucking his hips again for emphasis.

You'd done this cat and mouse a dozen times, always ending the same. You'd dance for him, grind on his cock all the while letting his hands roam over your hips and thighs, and even that was pushing it while trying to maintain a level of professionalism. But you always made it fun. He could vent while you'd take his mind off of whatever was bothering him, making him cum in his pants and sending him home.

“I know you would.” Taking his hands and shoving them off your waist. “But I have a rule and I'm not about to break it for you.”

Standing and striding back over to the pole, leaving his mouth gaping to stare after you.

“Why not?” He asks earnestly. As you begin to sway with the song, his eyes suddenly drifting down your hips and legs as if mesmerized by the small movements.

“You know I don't fuck clients. Period.” You shrug, turning back to him. “Even if you are a newly single man, if that's even true.”

He tilts his head for a moment, regarding you.

“You don't think I see the way ya’ look for me in the crowd when you're dancin’ up there? Or try to hold back those moans when you're back here alone with me?” He quickly rose, closing the distance between the two of you, suddenly nose to nose with him again.

“Darlin’ I think,” nose nudging yours. “You want me as bad as I want you. Tell me I'm wrong.” Hands finding your sides once more, bringing you flush to him.

Your hands found their way to his chest, to steady yourself, knees almost going weak at his insinuations. Had you been too distracted letting your facade slip? Had he seen right through you? You weren't sure but he seemed to be quickly gaining the upper hand, which simply would not do.

“Gator, baby, I think you're sadly mistaken. I try to make everyone feel like they're the only ones in the room. It's part of the show.” It slightly gnawed at you, watching the way he deflated at your words, lips pouted and eyes down turned, so utterly pathetic when he's sad.

“Go sit on the couch.” Patting his chest as he stepped away, giving yourself a reprieve in the process.

He sighed behind you, plopping back down on the faux leather seat sinking further into the cushion as you wandered back over taking up residency in his lap once more, facing away from him this time.

You swirled your hips, cock pressed hard against your ass.

“Little help?” Looking over your shoulder at him, wiggling your back. His fingers skimmed up, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, as he untied your top.

Lifting it above your head, you rose back up, throwing it across the room and turned back around to face him planting your knees on either side of him. Tits now eye level with him but he was looking up at you instead, making your cheeks heat. Why the fuck was he looking at you like that?

You sat back in his lap, hands roaming up the expanse of his clothed abdomen and chest as you leaned back into him, lips grazing his ear as you spoke.

“Okay Gator, maybe I have thought about you and what this big, fat cock could do to my pussy.” Grabbing his bulge for emphasis, squeezing him through his pants as he released a breathy moan.

“So, I-I was right?” You pulled back to look at him, shit eating grin across his face, eyebrow raised in your direction.

“Don't get cocky, or I'll stop this before we even get started.” Quickly shooting back, as he nodded.

“Good boy.” Hands gliding up under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, as he helped you pull it off and toss it somewhere across the room. “Now, lay back and relax.”

Some shitty country song was playing but you found your rhythm anyway, grinding against him. His eyes drifted to your breasts, down to where your clothed pussy rubbed against his cock.

“You fucking anybody on the side or was it just virgin Mary?”

He looked a little surprised by your question.

“Just her, but uh, it's been a while.” Sheepishly answering, cheeks suddenly tinged the prettiest shade of pink.

“Ok, good. I don't have any condoms, unless you brought one?” He shook his head. “I'm clean and on the pill. If you still want to do this.”

“Fuck yeah.” He nodded enthusiastically before you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“Undo your belt and pants. I want to see what I'm working with.” He didn't need to be told twice, hands quickly going to work, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, laying between the two of you. He was much bigger than you initially anticipated. Eyes going a little wide with surprise.

He was long, and thick with a ruddy tip, already leaking a pearly bead at the slit. You licked your lips and looked back up to his smug face.

“Ya’ okay darlin’?” Finding a little humor in your sudden stupor.

Quickly flipping your demeanor smirking up at him, devilish glint in your eye as you moved from his lap to the floor settling between his thighs.

“It's a lot bigger than I expected, Gator. I'm not sure you'll fit.” Looking up through your lashes at him, laying it on nice and thick.

“Fuck, y-ya’ don't think so? My gi… my ex always said it hurt too much. Couldn't get more than half before she was cryin’.” You could imagine. His poor little girlfriend didn't realize what she was getting into with him.

You were anything but a good girl, moving closer to his raging erection and pursing your lips letting saliva pool before spitting it onto his shaft.

“Fuck!” He hissed out looking down at you with hooded eyes, as you gingerly wrapped your hand around him letting your thumb swirl at his head collecting his precum before spreading it down his cock and back up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back onto the couch. If he was this far gone from just a touch you weren't sure he would make it to the big finale.

“Eyes on me, big boy.” Squeezing at the base, eliciting his attention as he looked back to you.

“That's it. Couldn't let you miss this.” Saying with a salacious grin before sticking your tongue out to lick from his girthy base all the way up to his tip. The way he whimpered caught you off guard, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to your already soaked cunt.

Your eyes never left his as you closed your lips around his leaking head, swirling your tongue and humming around the taste of him.

“Mmmm, Gator you taste so good. Did… what's her name ever do this for you?” You asked, it suddenly occurred to you that he'd never said her name out loud.

He shook his head, swallowing thickly, “No. She thought it was too…” trailing off.

“Too what? Dirty?” Kitten licking at his head before finally taking him fully into your mouth, surprising him as his hips bucked up, shoving him further down your throat, making you gag momentarily, before relaxing taking him a little further.

“Oh fuck… shit… that's… goddamn you're a dirty fuckin' girl.” He gritted out, eyes rolling back, all semblance of composure now gone as you began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks with your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't fit.

“Wait… wait… slow down,” he suddenly huffed out. Trying to catch his breath, as you stilled and pulled off with a slick pop.

“Too much?” Looking back up at him with doe eyes and lips glistening with his arousal.

“Fuck… just fuck me… please?” He sounded pathetic; brow pinched with frustration at his pleading words. “I've thought about this for way too long. I want yo-your pussy.”

“What a needy baby.” Standing back up and planting yourself back on his lap. Just a thin layer of fabric separating the two of you now as you straddled his cock, feeling the heat of him pressed against you.

He leaned in, lips searching for yours, but you pulled back, hands on his chest holding him there.

“No kissing.”

“You'll fuck me raw but draw the line at kissin’?” Confusion flashing across his features.

“Yeah Tillman, I can't have you falling in love with me. This is a one time thing.” You giggled, pulling his hands up and placing them on your breasts as you began to move your hips, dick catching your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips but you didn't hold back this time letting it escape.

“Ya’ sound so pretty. Can I?” You looked back at him as he nodded toward your boobs still held in his hands.

“Can you what? Use your big words.”

“Can I suck your tits? They're so perfect an’ pretty. You're so fuckin' pretty.” Watching the way he kneaded them between his calloused hands as he spoke.

“Go ahead.” He quickly ducked his head, hand trailing to your lower back pressing you further into him as he sucked one of pert nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue before lightly biting, making you arch into him before he switched to the other side giving it the same attention.

While he was mildly distracted, you took the opportunity to reach down and slide your panties to the side exposing you fully to him, grinding down once more. He popped off, almost breathless looking down between the two of you.

Wasting no time, you raised yourself up, guiding him to your entrance, letting his tip catch slightly looking him in the eye. You both looked a little desperate.

“You sure you want to fuck me, Gator? This dirty, little stripper? You could go back to your girlfriend right now.” The last part came out a little breathy when you sank down a fraction, but it was enough to slightly short circuit your brain.

“Please.” Slipped past his lips so quietly, if you hadn't been looking directly at him you would have missed it.

You watched his eyes roll back, as you began to slide down his aching cock, moans from both of you filled the air. Inch by inch, you took him further than he had imagined anyone could. If you weren't so soaked and horny you knew it would be a stretch for you.

His hands found your waist, grip tight as he dug into your supple flesh as you continued to sink further onto him.

As you neared the base, his girth began splitting you open in the best possible way as you stilled your movements, giving yourself a moment to adjust.

He refused to open his eyes, as good as it felt, he was afraid if he looked at the way your pussy had engulfed him, he'd burst right then and there.

You saw the way he held an almost pained expression. His jaw was slack, breathing heavily, already absolutely wrecked.

Moving your hips back up, removing him almost entirely, cock head staying buried in your tight heat, you swirled your hips slightly before working back down.

“Oh my God! Fuck!” He all but cried out, whimpering when you took him a little deeper this time, halting when his cock all but nudged at your cervix.

“Fuck! You're so deep!” You moaned out, grabbing his hand, pressing it to your lower abdomen. “Bet you can feel yourself in there? Huh?”

“Jesus Christ!” He hissed, finally looking down to where the two of you connected.

“No, just me, Gator.” You laughed, pushing his hand away, as you started bouncing lightly at first. His cock massaging your inner walls with each delicious up and down motion.

The way your walls were sucking him in, constricting around him with each pass he wasn't going to last long. Luckily, neither were you. You'd worked both of yourselves up into a fevered frenzy, ready to combust.

His cock was brushing that spot deep within you as you slowed down your movements. Grinding more than a bounce, the patch of hair at the base of his cock catching your clit with each pass igniting that spark in your lower belly. You closed your eyes, letting the feeling take over.

“You want me to cum all over your cock?” You rushed out, hand snaking up, pulling at the locks at the back of his head.

“Yes! Oh, fuck!” He whined out, not sure where his eyes should land, switching between your blissed out face, bouncing tits and back to where your pussy was staking claim to his dick. He was ruined.

Your moans grew louder as you neared your impending release, no longer able to stifle them as you continued to ride him.

His grip on you getting harsher with each passing second, sure to leave finger shaped bruises behind as he grew more desperate.

You felt that white hot heat pooling in your lower belly, as his cock continued to prod up against that spot along your frontal wall that made you see stars. You worked your pelvis a little more back and forth, feeling it again and again with each grind.

“Ahhh! Fuck! Gator, I'm… I'm…” You couldn't get the words out before you started to come undone. Your cunt clamped down around him, practically strangling his cock as he held tight to you, holding your hips steady as he began to fuck up into your tight heat, working you through your release and chasing his own.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, as you continued to moan and writhe atop him, trying not to collapse, as he used you like his own personal fuck toy.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he pulled you down on him, crying out as he practically impaled you on his length. He felt his balls tighten while letting out a guttural moan as his release spilled into your tight channel, a few more weak thrusts and he dropped his hands.

Too spent, you didn't move right away as you both sat there, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath.

“Shit,” you growled, knocking you both from a peaceful afterglow. You were seven minutes over his time and lucky that no one had started looking for you yet.

You peeled yourself away from him, hissing as he slipped out of you and pulled your thong back into place.

“Why the rush darlin’?” He asked, adjusting himself back into his pants and sitting up.

“You're over your paid time with me, Gator. This isn't a fucking hangout. Let's go.” Finding his jacket on the floor and tossing it directly at his chest as you pulled your top back on.

You reached for the handle once he had straightened himself up, throwing his jacket back over his shoulders.

“Hey, wait.” He called out before you turned the knob. “You goin’ back to work?”

“After that?” You snorted at the absurdity of it. If you didn't get to the dressing room, he'd be dripping down your leg. “Hell no, I've made enough tonight. I'm going home.”

“Yeah, that's good.” Nodding his head. “Ya’ need a ride?” Looking at you a little hopeful after what had just transpired.

“Gator Tillman, such a gentleman?” You chuckled. “Look, we don't have to do this. It was just sex, that you practically paid for. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm just a good time.” You winked at him, turning the handle but before you could open the door, he was behind you, arm outstretched above your head, palm pressed heavy into the wood.

You looked back at him, wondering if you'd suddenly said something wrong but that shit eating grin was back as he looked down his nose at you, eyes full of mischief.

“Thought I'd try to be nice, instead of just suggestin’ I could take you somewhere and bend you over the bed of my truck. But ya’ don't seem to like nice.” His words traveling straight to your core.

“Good to see that cocky demeanor is still intact, Tillman, but I told you this was a one time thing.” You smirked, pushing at his chest enough to get the door open and slip out, leaving him a little stunned. He watched you disappear down the hall, sighing as he made his way back to the front to pay the rest of his tab.

Once you made it to the dressing room you didn't bother cleaning up, pulling off your tights and throwing on some shorts and a tank top while haphazardly tossing your belongings back into your bag as you quickly exited the back.

You knew you'd fucked up. That lovesick look in his eye told you everything. You could eat this man alive, and he would smile while letting you. All without knowing your real name.

But it's just a little fun, right? What's a little more? You'd already broken your first rule, why not make the most of it?

Pleased to see you'd made it outside first, you propped yourself up against the wall close to the alley and lit a cigarette watching the front.

He finally stepped out, keys in his hand walking over to his truck. When he turned his back, that's when you finally spoke.

“Hey, Tillman!” He quickly turned; eyes wide as you strode up to him. “You still offering that ride?”