softskinsosweet. ˖ ໒꒱

likes: music, movies, museums. salted butter, curry, ikura, elderflower, blackberries, ginger ale. abandoned sites, farms, beaches. books on philosophy, theory, and history (unpretentiously). mini shorts, tiny tops, platform wedges. psychological, erotic, body horror. cults, myths, legends.

music: dominic fike. the cure. duran duran. pixies. sekou. brockhampton. siouxsie and the banshees. love spells. tyler, the creator. joan jett & the blackhearts. ethel cain. adéla. kevin abstract. truly young. radiohead. the strokes. ashnikko. sza. imogen heap. chaseusa. kendrick lamar. olivia dean. + many more.

movies: belladonna of sadness. challengers. saltburn. polyester. climax. but i’m a cheerleader! eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. bones and all. bottoms. possession. hairspray (john waters). lurker. mulholland dr. call me by your name. brokeback mountain. pearl. the watermelon woman. to: fong woo, thanks for everything! julie newmar. in the mood for love. + many more.

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you were sat between his legs as your body recovered, cock deep within the confines of your throat as he stood over you, thrusting his hips against your mouth as you sat on your knees, one of his hands behind your head, holding you still. as your body recovered earlier, you began pawing at his length, making a point to beg for him to let you do something for him as he hadn’t came all night. he was being nice by putting you first, but seeing the eagerness in your eyes, he had asked you what it is you wanted to do; what fantasies you had set yourself out to fulfill, and what was whispered to him was something he couldn’t withdraw from you.

his groans were breathy, and as heavy as the weight of his cock felt while he fucked your face the way you begged him to, saliva spilling down your chin as he watched you through a half lidded gaze. you went through a little practice earlier with him, getting accustomed to the way his length felt when pushed beyond your limit, sitting there on your knees as he fed you his cock slowly, pushing until his bottomed out once you learnt how to relax your throat. “you wanted this. fucking take it.” he taunted, prepared to pull out at any second if you were to tap against his thigh three times to tell him to stop. details were worked out, boundaries were set, and he’d grabbed you a water bottle from the car if you needed it after.

his balls slapped against your chin as his fingers dragged through your hair, gripping your locks in a fist as he’d collected it up into a ponytail, fastened with his grip as you held onto his thighs, tears brimming your eyes from your gag reflex being triggered over and over, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, relishing in the feeling of being debased out in the open. you’d read books like this. seen videos like this. while you knew those were only fiction, his moans and the way his cock flexed within your mouth were very real, filling up your hollowed out mouth. “you look pretty like this, you know? face full of my cock. wonder what your dad’ll say when he finds out you’ve been throating dick outside instead of being at you friends house watching a movie.”

the thought of it made your core ache. you knew your fantasies were dirty and depraved, but if being gross always felt this good, you didn’t want to be pure. you asked him to degrade you, to which he’d been hesitant on because he didn’t want to push you into thinking he liked being mean to you, but you protested, pointing out how you wanted to be fucked, and tossed around, and how you lied to your overprotective (and rather unreasonable) father to be fucked.

your head bowed in defeat as you let out a heavy sigh, walking away from the ring when you saw your timed score for your event had showed on the leaderboard. it wasn’t your day, nor has it been you week, month, or year, and it didn't help that everybody and their mother at this rodeo knew who you were. the youngest of three to a rodeo man himself; a living legend amongst those who cared. your two older siblings had followed the footsteps of your father, riding the success that the horses, bulls and broncs had to offer. you were the last to get the memo of your family’s legacy when you got bucked off a sheep after two seconds when you were just a child.

you kept trying, and you still were, but when your father saw your score today, he finally had it in him to sit you down in the trailer with a pitiful gaze and tell you that maybe it was time to switch to something more suited for you, making an example of the pie you made when you were bored yet having entered in the fair’s baking contest. he didn't want to hurt your feelings, but you weren’t stupid to his insinuations that this cycle of losing was getting embarrassing at your big age, and that perhaps not every body was cut out for the rodeo life — a sentiment you hated because it's pretty much all you've grown up and known. it was almost as if he was losing respect for you as a rider, seeing you as someone to coddle and protect within the house, rather than let you run free through the fields of the rodeo grounds. it was as if the goal was to pavlov you into becoming a house-spouse of sorts because it seemed that’s what you were best at.

the funny thing about it though? you weren’t even that bad of a rider. you just weren’t good enough for your father to brag about, and that’s what’s got you down. his reputation in this small town has made you the black sheep, and it's exhausting now, hearing 'bless their heart' following your name after every ‘loss’ when you’ve only come in third place. it's even worse when your father can't look you in the eye because of it. you were the youngest of your family. you were supposed to be a shining star, but maybe you'd be better off as a farmwife. you’re better off winning a blue ribbon for that damn pie.

you called it quits after your father benched you with his talk that only left you spiralling in the shower of your trailer, sitting on the floor as you scrubbed the grime and sweat off of you, ruminating over the way your father had basically talked you down from the one thing you had going in life; the one thing you knew. this was a small town. there wasn’t much going on other than festivities like this that you’d compete at in hopes your father saw through your second-third-place grit; and now you were left to be unattended because your success didn’t grant his attention. so fine, if that’s how it was going to be, you found yourself ridding of your western shirts and bootcut denim your father had always made sure you wore on these days (he always told you to look your best), and instead, opted to blend into the field of daisy dukes and fitted tank tops that stuck against sweaty skin. cowboy boots were replaced with western shorties, with your more casual western hat to match.

you stepped out of the trailer, trying to figure out what your new agenda would be, trailing into the vendor market, full of stalls and food trucks, deciding to take some time to yourself before calling your friends to see what they were up to. that’s when aj saw you, catching a glimpse of your face as you walked around, looking around cluelessly for something to catch your eye. after all that tasting of sugar, butter, and defeat, you could go for something a little less sweet and demeaning. he was leant against the edge of the window in the old taco truck he’d bought off somebody a few months ago, passing out orders and calling out for customers to help pay for the newly (yet barely) repaired equipment, while two buddies of his were sitting in the back, waiting for something to happen. something was happening alright, at least for him, letting his gaze follow you as he handed off an order to a customer at the window, while you looked at the menu on the side of the truck. chicken scrawl chalk on an old blackboard, just like god intended.

“howdy.” he greeted you in a feigned country accent as he took note of the hat that sat atop of your head, matching your boots. “if you buy two tacos, you get a third one on the house.” he offered, a cheeky smile on his face as you looked back at him finally with a look that said you were about to walk away, but for some reason you stayed. even after the half second hesitance that almost made you turn around. “i’ll even throw in a lemonade or something, if you want.”

for some reason, you stayed, even if you didn’t want tacos, or lemonade. you were more than likely going to fall back on your old reliable plan of a corndog, some onion rings, an ice cold bottle of cola, and maybe a snow-cone for later, and yet, you stayed. you blinked at him, your brain taking a second to recategorize structural functions as you forgot your manners, staring up at him with wide eyes once he smiled. this guy was from the city; you could tell by the way he dressed and presented himself, far more lax and self expressive than the people you knew. what was interesting to you though, was that he was working a shitbox of a taco truck, instead of coming to the rodeo on a fuck-you-boy’s-weekend consisting of silicon valley yuppies with an ego the size of hay bales, solely on a fetishized mission to get some farm girl action, only to realize that buckle bunny’s only wanted you if you could last eight seconds on a bull, and cowgirls don’t want to ride you if fits that easy. nonetheless, one of your more adventurous friends seemed to be quite fond of them, or rather more fond of getting some action, letting you know what license plate to look out for since you lived on the edge of town, close to the exit. you know, just in case. still, curiosity struck within you every time. you’d always wondered what it’d be like to have sex with a stranger and never see them again. your friend said they sucked usually, and it’s a waste of time, but that never unsold you on the thought. frankly, the concept of it seemed exciting, but you could say that about anything when your sex life consists of ranch hands who weren’t good at using them.

this guy was handsome, you thought. brown skinned that had been blessed by the sun, graced with tattoos etched over his hands, arms, neck and face. dark curls tucked under an ‘ride ‘em me, cowgirl’ made you almost blush just by reading it. the lewd images formed in your brain about a stranger could convince you to improve your riding skills with a new method. you couldn’t see all of him, trapped behind the window of the truck, but he had a muscle shirt on that was made from a bleach washed band t-shirt — rhcp, whatever that means — and stood tall with lean muscle on his arms, and vanity in pierced ears. you could see him as being was the type of person your daddy told you to stay away from because looked like the guys who ran the corner store at the one truck stop in town that locals didn’t dare to go to; the women of the night offered their services to truckers from every state. despite this, it was your secret spot, unbeknownst to anybody except your adventurous friend. you’d been in that convenience store a few times to get a pack of sour patch kids because they always had the packs of blue-exclusive sour patch kids , and to (subtly) skim over the selection of erotic magazines while a couple of those ladies, and the ones from the club just a few steps over, told you which guys (and girls, surprisingly to you) in the magazine would be worth fucking. they’d all collectively agreed they’d rather fuck the guy running the store, than any of those guys on paper, and the thought alone was enough to make you see some guy running a truck in a brand new light. as long as you didn’t say it, nobody had to know of your hidden impurity and perversion.

little did you know, aj mirrored your mindset, wondering if was true what they say about country folks doing it better the second he saw you, masking it behind having to be professional and cordial through customer interaction. hell would strike down on him if he spoke his thoughts out loud, however, his gaze flickering from your face, to your tits that were being hugged by flimsy cotton fabric that might as well be a wet shirt with how much it clung to your sweat in a hot summers day. there was always something sexy about rubbing up against hot and sweaty bodies. aj knew thinking about it was a nonsensical slippery slope, because he wasn’t here to gawk at you, but to make a couple dollars to try and get his shit together. from the big city of la, he drove this damn truck down to the rodeo grounds of your small town with a vendor slot, no insurance, and a prayer (to an entity he didn’t even believe in) that shit wouldn’t break down. but god decided to bless him with something else, instead of a few dollars in his pockets today, and that was the sight of you. his thoughts on this town being built different only reigned true when he saw you, and your denim daisy dukes hugging the soft flesh of your ass, the hems rolling up the curve of your thighs. he’d seen the back of you before the front when you’d almost just passed by, and let out a quiet whistle to himself at the sight before you’d circled back and stopped at his truck. he was sure that the moment he’d forget himself, some crassly humored joke about peaches, and cream, and melting a popsicle between your cheeks (he’d decide which ones later) would find its way out his mouth, and stupidly towards you.

this food truck was supposed to be the anti-distractions-distraction. something he could put his focus on rather than being reckless and doing too much of a good thing; but that mostly had to do with his substance usage, and less about sex. it’s all just politics, really (his one joke that kept him sane).

“you’re gonna catch flies if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” he lightly chuckled, breaking the moment of silent you’d taken to look at him, running on eight seconds. you’d been staring at him for the duration of successfully riding a bull, funnily enough. “you need another minute?”

“oh, um, i— sorry. yeah.” you stammered out, shaking your head at how you must’ve looked right now, staring at some stranger trying to sell his food to you, as far as you knew, ignorant to his gaze on your breasts as you stared at the board again. even after you little stare down into space, you still didn't really want tacos now, but the look he was giving you made you feel compelled to say yes as his eyes found yours once again as your chest heaved slightly before you spoke. "um… a lemonade would be nice." you finally said, folding immediately to the man tapping along the edge of the window before disappearing to the other side of the truck for a moment, and coming back with a plastic cup in hand.

"you like it pink?"

"what?" you asked, the basic question almost taking you back as an innuendo hit you square in the face.

"your lemonade." he pointed out, holding the cup up to show you. "you like it pink, or you want a regular lemonade?"

or maybe you were just a pervert. for all you know, he was asking you a simple question that made you embarrassed of the warm ache that pulsed between your thighs when you thought of what of his could be pink. you’d feel worse about it if the best action in this town wasn’t three pumps from a man who heaves after like it was his first time ever, while you were conspiring plans to touch yourself afterwards, with some form of media to get you going. books, videos, watching your own self in the mirror as you explored your own body with the limited access to toys you had, pretending you were filming videos to send to some hot freak across the way. whatever it was, it beat feeling unsatisfied, and watching yourself was deemed far more erotic than a man.

your experiences had created an aversion to most people around you, and especially the men. pickings were slim around here, and everybody was as exciting as the grass was growing. maybe your media consumption had ruined it for you, but you wouldn’t have to resort to reading or watching to get your rocks off if every body wasn’t boring or just plain ugly. lustful fantasies that get you hot and bothered were as close to satisfaction you’ll ever get right now, proven by this man before you and your thoughts of how big he’d be in your hands. he was good looking, his snickering at you made you a little bit nervous, and he was a complete stranger to you. add him to the cast of characters in a line-up with your favorites.

sure, he wasn’t the ceo of a big company, a mafia boss, or a sentient demon hidden in the dark. but he owned a taco truck, you supposed. a man with his own money, in a sense, not acquired by his fathers farmland. you could see past the barriers of reality and fiction because, nonsense business aside, he was stupidly handsome, and he seemed like he knew it with the way he leant against the edge of the service window, watching you intently, with long fingers that twirled a bar spoon in the gaps between them as he awaited your answer of a lame: ‘yes’, before you came back to your senses.

aj snorted out a small laugh. “yes, what?” he asked you, doing no favors for your concious right now as you indexed different response lines in your head that didn’t involve any honorifics. he didn’t seem like the ‘sir’ type anyways. this wasn’t the optimal place to think about your ‘secretary’ movie fantasies.

“um…yes, i want pink.” you told him with a nod. “please?”

aj looked down at you, his smirk falling into a lopsided smile, letting out a chuckle to himself as he gave you a nod. “pretty, and polite.” he mused, sending warmth throughout your face at the compliment, a little giggle slipping out in betrayal to yourself, but he grinned as he poured you up a drink, which he already knew you were getting it for free. meeting you and seeing your flustered face was the highlight of the day so far. his friends would absolutely make fun of him for it, but hey: he's in the middle of butt-fuck no where, and the cost to send a free lemonade through the window was less than his ego right now. "pink lemonade, for daisy duke over here." he said to you, handing the cup over with one hand.

“thank you.” you said with a soft giggle once again. your fingertips brushed against his as he handed it over, making you you saw the ‘daisy duke’ etched into the side with black sharpie. you saw it, and you beamed. you should totally fuck him because he thinks you look good in these shorts.

aj caught onto your gaze, mentally hi-fiving himself for his first move. he only did it because of the way you were staring at him, and if he fucked it up now, at least you could walk away and you’d never have to cross paths again. besides, it was between that or ‘sugar tits’. “hope you don’t mind that. i forgot to ask for your name for the order, and just went with the first thing that came to mind.” he flirted, his voice gravelling lowly as he tried to play it cool. “nice outfit you got there.”

“thank you.” you giggled as you gave your name, to which the smile on his face widened as he offered a tattoo covered hand over the edge of the window. you hadn’t walked away, and that was a good sign for him.

“aj.” he introduced himself, taking your hand into his, the water from icy condensation on the cup melting into both your palms like divine union. you couldn’t help but gaze at his grasp on you before he pulled away, examining his fingers for your own personal gain. aj knew what that meant. he was chronically online enough to know, and he thanks the lord every day for his powers. not to brag.

“how much do i owe you?” you asked once he pulled his hand back, much to your disappointment. he shrugged, leaning forward against the ledge of the window.

"three bucks." he stated, twirling a sharpie between long fingers. a slight smirk then twisted on his lips. "or your number.”

you paused for a moment, blinking up at him once again as you took in his words; a lacklustre effort into asking you out, though it was one you felt compelled to say yes to, just to see what you could get from it. you’d always heard your friend talking about out of towners, and what they did together, and maybe some part of you was a little bit jealous over how much free time they had to do other things, or rather: other people. you’d spent so much time of your life trying to be a rider, training under your fathers guidance, ultimately fairing unsuccessful in your fathers eyes. you weren’t even allowed to talk (or in your daddy’s words: fraternize) with any men on the ranches and at the barns, because that, in his eyes, was too much of a distraction to your subpar performance. it was rare that you got to date, or even interact intimately with people, that the last time you had sex was with a ranch hand you’d gone on five ‘dates’ with to the market together, and then did it in his barn’s hayloft before your father would come calling for you. even then, the sex wasn’t that good — you felt no sense of hunger or urgency from him — and you ended up fixing that when you got home.

"you don't have to give it to me, if you don't want to. i just figured, you see someone pretty, you might as well ask, you know?" aj told you, another shrug in his shoulders as he feigned indifference when you didn’t answer right away, heavy thought over the question being visible on your face. "but that's three dollars out your pocket if you don't, so…your call.” he chuckled to soften the blow. he was so close to the sun, and of course the universe had to humble him after basically saying you had a nice ass, on a plastic cup.

it would be different if you weren’t a defunct rider now, dejected by your father’s expectations for you, and left to navigate the rodeo from the spectator side. now you had time to meet people, and do whatever you wanted, but there was only one thing standing in the way of that: you didn’t have a mobile phone. you didn’t need one in a town as small as this, especially not when you spent almost every waking hour under your fathers watch, until now, of course. if there were any reason you’d need one — and there weren’t very many — very rarely would you get the family emergency phone to take with you. your father would rather give you change for a phone booth, than let you run off with an entry point to the world outside of this town. his philosophy, like most people here, believed that here is where you were born to die. you and your rodeo dreams, apparently.

additionally, you had to beg him to let you have a laptop in your room when you’d started going to college, and even then, internet access was limited through certain hours of the day, and the library became your best friend. your old man didn’t really believe in all this new technology besides a landline, a microwave, and a toaster oven; and in his defence, it’s a small town, with a mindset the size of the local gas station, and the sheriff was within a maximum of 15 minutes a drive away if something were to really happen.

you lived in a bubble. his bubble, actually, and it seemed to be okay until this very moment, when the one thing that tied you both together was severed by your lack of skill.

“i’m sorry. i can’t.” you said to him apologetically, making aj raise an eyebrow, standing up slightly with a long, strained sigh. it was a tiny blow to his ego, but he figured if you left now, he could get over it soon.

“that’s cool. you're too pretty to not have someone at home. i get it.” he gave you a lopsided smile, accepting his defeat with humbling grace. he was horny, but he wasn’t an asshole. “for what it’s worth, the lemonade’s still free ‘cause i think you’re cute.”

you gave him a small smile, shaking your head. “no, no, it’s not because i don’t want to.” you assured him before he could turn away. “i just don’t have one.”

aj paused for a moment, staring at you blankly before he leant over the ledge of the service window with his eyebrows furrowed together, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. you, at your big age, didn’t have a phone like everybody else would. hell, he knows people with babies who have phones. “what do you mean you don’t have a phone?” he asked you, taken slightly aback as if you were lying, his charismatic mask dropping slightly.

it’s not like it was by choice. with the life you lived, your father provided everything for you that this small town had to offer. most of the things a phone could give you, you had found a loophole through it because he said it wasn’t something anyone needed, and that ‘we all want things we don’t really need’. the only things the library couldn’t give you was a landline or access to certain content that your laptop now served a space for. your laptop gave you more than you could ever imagine: you had a facebook, an email, and a way to video chat with your friends, and you loved youtube. do you want a phone? yes. it seemed like everybody in the world had one, but you, but you didn’t have your own source of income on account of your father providing you with everything you needed, so what he says, goes. even if you wanted to defy your father for using the family phone for non-emergency purposes, he’d know. there are only so many minutes and limited texts that you could sneak past. your instant messaging to your friends was limited to when you were able to get to your laptop.

“um…i don’t have one.” you timidly replied, taking a small sip of your lemonade. “well i do, but it’s a landline. there’s a mobile phone, but it’s only for absolute emergencies, and my dad says i can’t give that number to strangers.” you explained to him, and aj was beside himself knowing that you might just be the only person he’s ever spoken with to call a cellphone a ‘mobile’, and even moreso that at your grown age, you still listened to your father, and it seemed to be beyond the basics of parental obedience. “i know, i know, it’s weird. i don’t get it either.”

at first, aj most definitely thought you were just trying to turn him down in the most bullshit way, but the look on your face was still hopeful as if he’d find a solution to your new problem, like it was his responsibility to propose something different. he realized quickly that you were serious, and his expression softened slightly. let it be his luck that he chose to flirt with somebody who held parental authority to some revere, on top of living in the middle of a field between states. “your dad said that, huh?” he replied, trying to keep the sardonic tone at bay, however the driving force in what possessed him to see this conversation through was the dainty gold chain that dipped into the front of your top, hidden between your breasts. great, now god’s in this too. “well. can’t argue with that now, can we?”

he let out a sigh as he weight out his options. you were hot, and more than willing to talk to him, plus innuendos seemed to make you blush, and he wanted to see how far he could take it with you. “how bout you come see me later then? you know, spend a lil time with me?” he asked you, his gaze falling on puckered lips around your straw, the flavors of pink fruit and sour lemons dancing on your tongue as your cheeks hollowed out. “unless you have something better to do.”

it was risky, but aj took a chance on either getting the drink thrown back at him, or you saying ‘yes’.

“i can come later.” you spoke almost too quickly, as you were more than easy to see him still, nodding your head with a shy smile on your face at the proposition. the idea of spending time with a handsome stranger after the rodeo was something your friends had sold to you as something fun to do, and now it was finally your turn, leading your mind through curious paths of what you could do. most people hooked up, and you hoped for something exciting just as, but anything beats having to bask in your family’s wins at the diner later, while you slumped over a consolation milkshake. “i mean, my family usually does stuff after the rodeo, but they won’t mind.”

“you sure about that?” he asked you curiously, raising an eyebrow at your tiny white lie. he could see it in your face, but you nodded anyways, and who was he to question you again? he wasn’t your father.

aj decided that if he didn’t want to see this through, he would’ve just left it right there in what he once believed was a bullshit answer, just so he could stare at your ass when you walked away and wonder of all the things that could’ve been. but again, you’re so hot, and you have a questionable relationship with your father and his authority, and in aj’s experience, he’s either about to get his ass beat, or have his hands on someone else’s while balls deep in their act of rebellion because they realized free will exists. honestly, he could go for the latter if you’ll let him.

a part of him felt bad that the possibility of fucking you was the first thing on his mind, but seeing the way your tongue swirled around your straw, fiddling with it, made him take a second guess. still, you genuinely seemed nice, unbeknownst to your hidden agenda… if he knew what you were thinking right now, he’d take you in the back of the truck right this second and pipe you on the metal floor, if that’s what you wanted. you made it hard to keep his dirty thoughts to himself as he’s sure you knew what it’s like to be on the receiving end of watching you hollow out your cheeks while you sip on a damn lemonade he made you. fuck, yeah, he hope you liked it pink cause that’s what he’s got packing in his jeans right now.

“you got a curfew, or something?” aj asked you, uncertain if that was something that pertained to you. it sounded dumb in his head, but you did just tell him you don’t have a phone to use because your dad said so. when you shook your head, a hand came up to comb through his curls, the other holding his hat as he thought about it. you seemed sweet; almost too sweet to be cruising, yet your expression had shifted into one where your eyes rounded at the sight of him, almost like an indicator of what you might want later. plus you were — and he couldn’t stress this enough — so hot. daddy issues and the lack of personal agency aside, his haphazard attempts of flirting had landed him something to look forward to later tonight.

“why would i have a curfew?” you said, as if that was ridiculous. “i’m grown.”

you lied. you straight up lied, and you knew you were going to lie to your father so you didn’t have to be home at 1am at the latest. aj could tell, yet again. he decided he’d throw you a bone though, because you were old enough to make that decision yourself.

“…right”. the irony wasn’t lost on him, but he didn’t say anything about that. aj let out a small sigh to himself before conceding to his fate. “you should meet me here later then. after shit closes.” he told you, a small smile gracing his lips as your face lit up on his invitation.

the excitement that stirred in your stomach was evident at the prospect of getting to go on a mini side quest of your own. it would takeaway from the sting of not having anything to talk about with your family later, and there’s only so much praise you could get from baking a pie. additionally, when was the last time something exciting happened to you, let alone excited you in this tiny town? you’re not a great rider, and you didn’t wear a sash or a tiara while while preaching philanthropy, so maybe it was time you take any sort of win that you could get.

"okay." you nodded, giggling as you thought about all the different things you could do together later once rodeo was done for the night. fingers crossed scenes from books became real life and you could annotate your thoughts in the margins of things you did.

he was trying to think about what you could do together tonight too. as far as aj knew, the rodeo was the one thing that happens in this tiny town, and on the chance you didn’t want to hook up, he didn’t know what that left for you both. maybe he’d suggest the diner, or the dairy queen down the road to play it safe.

“you better not be playing some sick joke on me, cause i’ll be here all night." he jested, earning a soft laugh from you that made his heart melt a little bit. you were so cute, and he wasn’t that funny. “and if i’m not here, im at the one motel your little town has, and im gonna guess you know where that is, so if you don’t show, it’s fucked up.”

you were a little surprised that he was up at the motel with his friends. the only motel in town was the one by your secret spot, where the dancers and the working ladies would see you at the convenience store in brought daylight, giving you unsolicited advice that you’d secretly kept in your journal. maybe you’d be able to make use of some of them now.

“i’ll show, i promise.” you replied back with a giddy little grin.

“i’ll believe it when i see it.” he chuckled back. he didn’t know if you were just naive, or if he truly had that much game, and he definitely thought you should've walked away with that damn lemonade when you could. whatever the reason, he’d say a thank you to god when whenever you moaned out for him tonight.

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you were more excited than you should be over meeting up with a stranger later, a tingling feeling between your legs as you thought over things your friend had said about city guys, bordering something depraved. they’d told you that if you found someone good, they liked to use their hands, and their mouth, and touch you all over, unlike your local pastor in the making. despite this excitement, you couldn’t even tell the people around you because word travels fast in small towns. the only person you told was your friend well seasoned in the game, who promised to cover up for you if need be. you couldn’t risk your father finding out that you were going to see some random guy later, and posed it as going to your friends house to watch a movie together.

as silly as it was, you were excited. every so often you’d walk past the food vendors with your friend, using the excuse of hunger for them to scope aj out. between you, it was agreed that he was attractive, and you should definitely go for it if he seemed into it. he’d catch glimpses of you a few times too, and it just made it harder for him, seeing you and your snow cone with syrup dripping down your fingers that you’d lick and suck the sweetness off of. despite his initial thoughts about you being naive, he caught on that you absolutely were doing this on purpose, pairing it with the drip of syrup on your cleavage that needed to be licked up.

later, you came by as the festivities began to wind down, a blue ribbon in one hand as you caught aj in the midst of closing down, standing by until he paid attention to you. it was hard to miss you when your outfit up close did more than accentuate your features, your tits pushed up to the neckline with the help of your one good bra.

“you came.” aj said with a tiny smirk, hopping out of the back of the truck to come greet you with his eyes skimming the lace peeking out from the edge of your shirt. “you loook nice.” he complimented, doing a double take on your chest before he jokingly told you to do a spin, which to his surprise, you did. a full 360 twirl that made him whistle lowly as a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. a mumbled ‘god damn’ was in order, despite his earlier remorse. yeah, you were sweet, but there was the devious undertones of you were definitely trying for something more than a little handholding.

“thank you.” you replied, a smug smile itching to spread over your lips because your plan may play out in full effect if you were smart; though with aj, you didn’t have to be.

“what’d you get up to?” he asked you, trying his best to avoid the glimmering gold resting on your neck, glinting under the stadium-style lights that surrounded you. the pathway to heaven seemed to trail between your breasts yet again, his inference becoming true as you raised a hand to fiddle with the chain, the cross finding itself freed from its spot near your heart, embraced by warm, supple skin.

“nothing much.” you replied, playing off the fact you’d caught him gazing at your breasts, all wrapped up within the soft shirt that hugged your figure. the humidity made it so that it stuck to you like second skin, outlining the delicate cotton and lace that barely supported you right now. “just walked around with my friend, watched some events. i got this ribbon though.” you told him, a small chuckle in your voice half-resigned, lifting the blue ribbon to show him.

aj’s stare was redirected in a millisecond, focusing in on the ribbon in your hands with a raised eyebrow as he tried returned to real life. “oh yeah? you get that riding, or something?” he asked you, to which you scrunched your nose, shaking your head. seemed like a sensitive subject within dangerous territory he shouldn’t pry into.

“no. even if i did get something for barrel racing, it’d be a wad of cash and maybe some new gear or something. but i’m not that good.” you told him, however the details went in through one ear and out the other for him, even if he nodded along. “i brought a pie for the pie baking contest.”

shit. you were sweet, pretty, and you baked. he hummed in thought, though there wasn’t much going on in his brain other than trying to be a gentleman (which he was somewhat failing at). “what’s it say?” he asked, reaching a hand out to look at your ribbon, plucking it from your fingers to read the gold embroidered writing. “wow, first place?” he chuckled with amusement, feigning sense of impression in you as he gave you a smile. “must’ve been a good pie.” he undid the little safety pin on the ribbon, taking a chance at pinning it to the fabric of your shirt, using this as his excuse to touch you. his breath hitched quietly as his fingertips grazed the soft slopes of the top of your breasts before attaching the award onto you. “what kind of pie was it?”

you looked down at his hands, watching his handiwork before you spoke again: “peach. served with cream on top.”

aj’s fingers froze for a moment before pulling his hands back once the ribbon was fastened onto your clothes, soberly reminded of his thoughts earlier that led to equating your ass to a peach, and a crudely humored joke about filling it, or rather: you, with cream. “you’re kidding.” he blurted out despite himself, making you raise an eyebrow, to which he stammered before replying. “that— that’s my favorite. wish you saved me a slice.” smooth. very smooth.

“aw. wish that came up earlier. i would’ve saved you a slice you told him, but that couldn’t focus on that right now when the thought of being face deep in your own sweetness was on the mind right now.

“damn shame.” he dumbly agreed before the back of the truck slammed shut, making you both turn your heads towards his two friends who’d finished the closing duties for the food truck. they quickly exchanged their plans for the night, with aj telling them to take the truck to the motel, and he’d take the spare car they’d brought. your night started once they’d left, a few things in mind when aj asked you what you wanted to do, or where you wanted go.

there wasn’t much for you to do during the after hours in this town, and it turned out that you had several parameters that made spending time with you a little difficult. you couldn’t go to the bar because your dad’s friends might be there, and you couldn’t hit the diner because your family would be there too. you could tell it was hitting a dead end to your family friendly options when you were sitting in his beat up honda accord from the 90s as he tried to air out the weed smell from his car because you were scared your father would smell it on you later. the lack of options, however, led you both to an unsaid agreement that you both knew what was going to happen, his hand on your leg as he drove you to the edge of town.

the truck stop was the last place you thought he’d take you too, but granted, there were no other places that felt like a neutral place. aside from a strip club, a convenience store, and a motel — there was nothing else left for miles, besides the edge of a river that you’d only know of if you drove down far enough, which he did once you’d pointed that out. it was a nice spot that not many locals frequented unless they worked in the area, and most people who passed by wouldn’t even know about it, but your friend told you she’d gone down here on one of her little side quests once, and went unbothered for hours.

you were sat in the passenger seat with your feet out the side and resting against the gravel of an old campsite-turned-lot, looking up at aj who had a cigarette between his lips, smoking away from you. “do you do this often?” you asked him curiously, to which he raised an eyebrow at you as if to ask what you meant. “hang out with random people that you meet.”

he plucked the cigarette from his lips, tucking it between two fingers as he looked down at you, amused by the fact you were calling ‘cruising’, a ‘hang out’. it was dark, but a singular high beam street lights just a few miles down, made out your your face, and the apex of every curve of your body. the stars and moon were just there for ambience, really. it was difficult to give you the polite answer when he saw the way you looked up at him, mixed with the view of your tits being pushed together by your arms as your hands rested against your knees. “only the pretty ones.” he answered with a chuckle, causing a stir in your stomach. “what about you? do you do this often?”

you shook your head on a hard ‘no’. he figured as much.

“yeah? that why you were so eager to come hang out after? got all excited?” he asked, stepping closer to you now as he tossed his cigarette into the gravel, stepping on it lazily before leaning against the top of the car, still looking down at you. the sheepish look on your face when you nodded was about to send him to hell. “that’s cute. you’re cute.” he snickered. he bets you’ll be even cuter when you finally got what you want.

the redness on your cheeks was dimmed by the darkness, but he could feel your legs shifting at the praise, a smirk on his face that you couldn’t see. you could feel his sneakers frame where your boots sat on the ground, making a space for you between his legs as he crouched down to talk to you while you were seated, placing a gentle hand on your knee, thumb rubbing at the warm skin, sincerity laced in his voice. “we don’t do anything you don’t want to do, okay? if at any point you feel you want to stop, tell me right away. otherwise it’s not gonna be fun. we can even sit and talk all night, if that’s what you want.”

while you didn’t say it, there was a mutual understanding as to what you might’ve been here for, and the fact he’d caught onto it, let you know that he definitely has done this before. you wondered how many pretty people there were before you to be in this exact position, and if you’d be able to punch closer to their weight. you were a bit inexperienced, unless it came to experimenting with yourself, but he didn’t seem to dwell on that, his words letting you know that you were both here for a fun time. transparency was key in this scenario, and that lifted a weight off your shoulders a bit.

your friend had always described their experience as ‘hopping in the car and then getting right to it’, but aj seemed to be taking some sort of precaution. when you didn’t answer, his fingers cupped your cheek, squishing them gently in his hands before lowering your face up to meet his gaze. “okay?” he pressed, making you nod your head, earning a soft kiss to your knee that lingered insatiably when he pulled away. “good.” he said, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip as he tapped your leg, gesturing to the back seat of his car. “you wanna stay in the car, or you wanna sit outside?” he asked you. you looked over at the back seat with a thoughtful hum before turning back to him.

“we can sit outside.” you said softly, to which cc he let out a soft chuckle, standing up from his crouched position to help you up.

“thank god.” he said in relief, shutting the car door. the humidity was still thick around you, though he opened up the back to grab you a jacket just in case before locking the doors. “i was hoping you’d say that. i played it safe because i thought maybe you’d rather sit inside, but i gotta be honest, my legs are way too long for this shit, and even sitting together is a whole deal.”

you couldn’t help but giggle at that, thinking through the positions you could’ve been in with his height being an issue, trying to make space for you while straining himself. he took your hand, leading you towards a spot behind a large tree, letting you get comfortable on his jacket that he laid down beneath you. he got into a little bit of small talk as to humanize himself a little bit, without dropping too many details to break the stranger facade. this was your first time doing this, and he didn’t want you to feel weird after. all you knew about him was that he was from la, he’s been running his truck for a couple months now, and that was about it, letting you ask questions in between. when it was your turn to talk, he quickly caught on to the fact that you’d fallen victim to not feeling like you were good enough in your father’s eyes, and he had to be cool about it, because of course he would fine a small town soul with a questionable relationship with their father. you came to him to feel visible; to be praised, and to win in climax, and in pleasure. despite your age, you lacked control in your life, and it seems that you decided to take agency of yourself tonight by lying to your father about your whereabouts, and having a sex with a stranger.

aj knew he should probably be at least a little concerned, but you were an adult, and it wasn’t really his business. what was his business was how good your tits looked, and felt, in his hands from the outside of your shirt, while you went on about how your father saw no need in expanding your world past the edge of city lines. no phone, limited internet usage, not letting you have a job so he could constantly be the only one to provide for you. no wonder you wanted to act out. the prettiest ones never get to do anything fun.

“so, do always listen to your dad?” he asked you, his sight focused in on your tits with a half-lidded gaze, leaning back against the tree stump while you sat atop his lap. your lip gloss stained his face from when you first sat down together, capturing your lips in a heated make out session that brought you onto his lap, his hands originally wrapped against your waist until you brought them up to your breasts. he’d been playing with them ever since to keep him focused (or so he says), running his thumbs over tiny domes where your nipples poked from the flimsy bralette underneath your tank top, hard and sensitive, yet relishing in the subtly stimulating feeling from beneath the fabric. he bets they’re so soft, and warm, just like he thinks your pussy would be once he got to feel you from the inside.

he hummed in thought before asking: “does he know where you are right now?”

you hesitated before shaking your head, knowing damn well you lied to aj about your family being okay with you away, and lied to your father about being at your friends house tonight. your one best friend, a trusted friend, breaching your fathers trust with a rookie ass plan. aj chuckled, amused by the fact you’d went as far as to lie, when you were old enough to tell your father ‘no’, but he supposed that wasn’t his business. he’s glad you’re here though, because if it wasn’t you, he might’ve tried to fuck the front-desk lady at the motel, in hopes for a free room. “mmm. big day for you then, huh? i should consider myself flattered.” he chuckled, making you blush at the sentiment. yeah, you did kind of choose to let go of your inhibitions for him.

“yeah. kinda.” you mumbled, watching him form a ‘tsk’ as his tongue hit the roof of his mouth. “i never really had time or was allowed to meet people before anyways. always busy training, and my dad’s pretty strict… i had a curfew until i could drink because i cried when my friends wanted to take me out for my birthday, and he didn’t want me out late because i was competing the day after.”

aj decided he didn’t like your dad. it made it easier to be here with you if it felt like an act of defiance against him, which in essence it was.

“jesus. that’s a damn shame.” he muttered to you, choosing not to say anything about your father that could make you upset. he ran his hands down against your waist, draping them over your hips. “he runs a strict program. it’s selfish, really. cause you’re so…”

his eyes on your breasts were obvious, the fluttering in your stomach ensuing giggles from your lips as you caught him right where you wanted to be. “are you staring at my boobs right now?” you asked him outright, to which aj didn’t even look away, a smug smirk tugging on his lips.

“hey, i was trying to be a gentleman, but you put my hands here there.” he said in defence, grasping them with warm hands, chuckling. “call me crazy, but it feels like you want me to look.”

“kind of.” you nodded meekly, looking down towards his hands as your flesh became malleable in calloused palms, separated by flimsy fabric that stuck to your body from the heat. “what— what do you think?”

aj chuckled at your question, raising an eyebrow. you were searching for praise from him, flattery coursing through his veins as he groped you in his hands. he wasn’t going to question it, because now you were practically on the same page. “they’re nice. been thinking about putting them in my mouth all day.” he told you with a chuckle, the gravel in his voice returning as he fixated his gaze on them, reaching out to playfully flick the ribbon. “don’t know if i’d call them first place though.”

you frowned slightly at his sarcastic blow. “why not?” you asked him. he smirked lightly at you, shrugging. he’s a little bit fucked for saying, knowing how you’ve been feeling all day, but you just had to hear him out.

“i think i need to see them to get first place, you know? im a visual learner.” he spoke slyly. his fingers just barely grazing the shape of your tits before they came up, looping gently around the strap of your top, lingering as a suggestion.

your eyebrows raised at the suggestion. you’d always been the type to even be too cautious about keeping the windows in your bedroom open when you touched yourself on a hot summers day, and so the prospect of taking your top off in public seemed such a step father. sure, you’d had sex in a hayloft before, but no one could ever really see you up there, whereas you were now in the middle of a field at the edge of town. there’s a big streetlight that could help anyone make out what you were doing if they looked close enough.

however, there was nobody here.

“but we’re outside.” you whispered to aj, looking around as if you were scandalized despite the chances of a human being out here with you being lesser than ghosts.

“and?” he asked you, though made no efforts to reassure you in your searching, because nobody was there. there’s nothing in this butt-fuck nowhere town but the truck stop plaza a few miles away, and even then, he doesn’t think anyone’s leaving the truck stop strip club, or the bar, any time soon. “it’s just us here. no one’s going to know.”

you knew he was right. there was nobody here but the voice in your head telling you that you shouldn’t be pulling your tits out for a random man that you’d just met. however, the devil on your shoulder told you to live a little bit; to indulge in the yearning of your endorphins, begging you for a little bit of dopamine.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i’m not gonna make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” aj interjected with clarity, though you shook your head. hiding behind your comfort defeated the purpose of your endeavor.

“no, no.” you replied, building up courage in your gut. your brows furrowed with a look of determination.“i want to.” you told him adamantly. you looked around one more time for good measure before your fingers came to the hem of your top, lifting the soft fabric off your skin, peeling it off your sweat slicked body that radiated with heat. a white lace bralette had unveiled in your shirts wake, to which aj let out a slow breath as he saw you in your undress.

“cute.” he commented, gently snapping the strap of your bra against your collar with a smirk. “you gonna take that off?” he asked you, gesturing to the soft, white lace that might as well be useless as your nipples hardened against the fabric, begging to be seen.

“do you want me to?” he gave you a loose nod.

“if you want to.” aj replied, shifting his legs slightly as the ache beneath his boxers became more prominent beneath you. he restrained himself from palming at his own cock; the weight of you already doing it for him. “bet they’re pretty.”

he couldn’t see the way you blushed in the dark, but he knew it happened when he heard your influx of nervous giggles to his words. your hands worked fervently as you reached behind you, unclasping the soft fabric, slipping it off your body, setting it off to the side. you could feel your breasts dropping free from their confines, almost letting out a sigh of relief as the thick air around you felt like an embrace on your hot skin.

aj’s mouth went dry at the sight. thank god for that one streetlight about a mile away for bringing light into his life. “fuck, that’s beautiful. you’re beautiful.” he muttered out, aching to reach out and touch you, pulling you closer, letting you sit above his rock hard erection that was restrained within his jeans. you tried to keep your expression neutral, but you couldn’t help but widen your eyes a little at the feeling of him beneath you, throbbing against denim clad cores.

as your thighs rested on either side of his body, your hands fell against his stomach, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt, as his hands found your hips, a firm grasp on the soft flesh of your waist as he took a deep breath. “can i touch them?” he asked you, feeling your arousal deepen at the thought. you nodded, taking your bottom lip between teeth as his hands came up to caress you delicately— reverently, even. calloused palms cupped the soft flesh, malleable in his touch, as if this was the first time he’d ever done this to somebody. however, the way his thumbs flicked over your nipples made you know he was an expert in using his hands, circling around them to stimulate your senses, causing a buzz to stir between your legs. “so pretty,” he mumbled, watching the way your eyes fell shut at the slightest of touches. god, he was going to have fun with you. you didn’t even know how much you craved the concept of until now. all you’d known was to: have sex.

he flicked, and pinched, and rubbed against the hardened buds, rolling them between his fingers, and under his thumb, just to get a rise out of you before leaning in to kiss between your breasts. you gasped softly, feeling his lips against your skin whilst one of his arms came behind you, pulling you closer as he began to place soft kisses down the slope of your breasts, teeth grazing ever so often over your skin.

“tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he said to you, his hand from behind you dipping ever so slightly into the back waistline of your shorts, just past the edge of your panties. when you didn’t say anything, he bit gently at the flesh of your breast to get your attention. “i need you to say it.” he added firmly, bearing his teeth against your skin before looking up at you. “i need to know that you can tell me to stop. got it?”

your lashes fluttered as you peered down at him, nodding. “okay.” you whispered back.

“good girl.” he mumbled, the subtle praise making you blush even more, if that were ever possible. you’d seen it said in books, but never did you think it would come to you.

he returned to his worship of your body, pressing you in closer to him as he continued to kiss against your skin. it was hungry as his tongue slid over the places he’d nipped at before locking his lips closed around one of your nipples. you gasped at the new feeling. no one’s ever paid this much attention to your breasts, let alone devoured them in such a way, a tiny moan escaping from you as his he swirled his tongue against your nipple, sucking you into his lips. your arousal swelled beneath your clothes at the tingling feeling in your breasts, your pussy pulsing in tandem letting you know that this was exactly what you wanted. this is what you’ve been craving after all this time, and now you were getting your fix out in the open for the universe to see.

his other hand slipped out from your shorts, reaching it up to your other breast that yearned to be touched just the same, holding you like you were the world to him in one hand. his thumb caressed over your nipple before his mouth pulled away from you, replacing his thumb on the other side with his lips to give equal treatment. the wetness of your spit soaked tit was a feeling you’d never forget, nipples hardening again as they braced the air before he grasped it with a free hand yet again.

his teeth nipped, and bit against the side he was working on, a feeling you’d never felt before and only wanted more of, granting small whimpers of pleasure in return that slowly turned into a lucid state of sweet, quiet moans, filling the air around you. he grew harder at the sounds; at the way your body responded to his hunger, subconsciously pushing him closer by a hand behind his head. “you got the best fucking tits, you know that?” he told you crassly as he pulled away, a string of split connecting you to his lips, staring up at you with a hardened gaze, his other hand not letting up on its mission to make you squirm. “get me in a bed with you, i’d be doing that shit for hours.”

if he could do this for so long, you could only imagine what he could do with your pussy.

he didn’t break his gaze with you as he lifted one of your breasts slightly with his hand, taking it into his grasp as he stared you in the eye as his tongue flicked over your nipple in visible depravity, just to get a rise out of you. it worked in his favor, seeing the way your lips parted and you body twitch just by being fondled and played with, returning to his favorite move of latching his lips onto you, swirling his tongue around your bud. he took that as a safe sign to push you gently against his crotch, cock stiff beneath your cunt, separated by thick walls of denim between you. all hell in your stomach had broken loose as you pressed yourself down against him, earning a groan from him as his eyes fell shut.

“yeah, that’s it. grind down on me.” he breathed as he pulled his lips away, bringing his hands down to guide your movements onto him. “you feel that? got me so fucking hard.” he muttered, a subtle rise in his hips as as he moaned lowly, pushing himself against you as you rocked your hips in time, his face pressed between your breasts as he kissed up against your chest.

you could feel the outline of him finding its own space against your core as the seam of your denim shorts split your lips for him like a slot to fit into. it’s a pleasurable ache that you didn’t even know could exist until the zipper of his jeans pressed against your clothed covered clit, making your head tip back in pleasure. shockwaves of ecstasy filled the space between your legs, rutting yourself against him through your own compulsion to feel it again. aj leant back to view you in your new bliss, your eyes shut as you rolled your hips down. he’d slap a first place ribbon on you, if that meant anything.

honestly, you had no idea what you were doing, other than it felt good to move faster, and rut against the rough seams of his jeans. the inexperience wasn’t something he dwelled on, his focus honed in on the way your tits bounced as you humped against his rock hard cock to the best of your abilities. it was cute, really. he’d never seen somebody so eager to rub themselves against something, let alone him, much less with your shorts still on, but he figured he’d let you have it. it doesn’t seem like you’ve had enough of it yet.

“look at you,” he mused with a slight chuckle, a teasing tone dripping off his lips as he watched you. “getting yourself off on me. just like you wanted.”

“shut up.” your face flushed, but there’s no use in hiding behind your embarrassment because you were too busy chasing the pulsing feeling in your pussy, little grunts of breathy moans leaving your lips as your hands came up to twist and toy with your nipples for your own enjoyment, all while he watched you get off. aj knocked your hands out the way, replacing them with his. all you needed to do was focus that pretty head of yours on using him to make yourself a mess.

he sat up, his free hand reaching up to take your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your lips to his. his kiss was soft; something almost devout to you as he moaned into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch from beneath you.

this is what you’d imagine pleasure to sound like. most men you knew sounded like a heaving dog.

his kisses strayed from your lips as they trailed down your jaw, a hand brushing your hair away from your collar as he left a trail of his affections over your skin, suckling and nipping gently across the surface. his hands continued to fondle the soft flesh of your breasts, pinching lightly and twisting gently at the your nipples to make you cry in pleasure from how sensitive they were. “i take back what i said. you’re definitely in first place with these.” he mumbled against your skin, before dropping one hand to the front of your shorts, the tips of his fingers finding your clit on the first try. how could he not? he could feel how swollen and desperate it was as your ride against his jeans. “bet this pussy’s in first place too.”

a hand came up to hold him by the shoulder, your movements struggling to keep up as his fingertips rubbed small circles against the front of your shorts. it was good, but it wasn’t enough, the pleasure being dulled by the thick denim seams. “please…” you whimpered desperately, pressing yourself into his fingers in your own greed.

“please, what?” he asked you, lips gazing past your collar as he multitasked his ways to stimulate you. splotches of red and purple began to scatter your skin unbeknownst to you as you squirmed against his lap. the more you moved, the more he enabled the agony on your cunt.

“i want you in me for real.” you answered in a shy breath, almost out of a whine because he made you say it. he didn’t laugh this time, nor chuckle or tease you in anyway. instead, he gently patted your thigh, mumbling for you to get your shorts off, taking liberty in taking his own belt, undoing its uselessness that was used to hold his jeans above his dick.

“we’ll get there. there’s some things i gotta do first though.” he muttered, mostly to himself as he pushed the denim down past his hips, just enough to let the tent in his boxers spring up without restraint, a hand reaching down to grip himself over his clothes as he watched you stand up to remove the excuse of fabric you’d seemed to convince yourself were shorts. he was in awe at the sight of you, how soft your skin looked in the pale light, and how plant you were for him, sitting before him and on your knees, eying his length in his hand.

“you wanna feel how hard i am right now?” he asked you, and you couldn’t have reacted faster, nodding as hunger filled lust clouding your judgement as he pulled the waist of his boxers down, the thick length slapping up against his stomach as it sprung free. your thighs squeezed together subconsciously, sticky with your arousal that drenched your panties. there’s a wet spot where he should be, and you were sure he’d find that out soon.

you looked cute like this, leant over and reaching out for him; more length than width, but heavy all the same. he wasn’t going to comment on whether you liked what you saw or not, because the way your eyes widened in the pale moonlight was enough to let him know that it may as well ruin everyone you might have after him. with no hesitancy, you wrapped your hand around his length, earning a soft breath at the new contact from aj who was propped up, watching you. his plan was to let you figure it out on your own, if you could, watching you in amusement at the way you touched him. fragile runs over his tip with your thumb; slow strokes as if you were giving yourself a biology lesson, tracing over each vein that came up his shaft. “it’s not gonna break, you know?” he finally said, making you cower bashfully. you picked up the pace of your hand, biting at your lip as you focused on how he could fit this in you, when you could barely fit your own toys when you were spread out in your room.

“that’s it,” he breathed, the new speed of your hand sending a wave of pleasure through his body, leaning his head back with a heavy sigh from relief, watching you get him off with a half lidded gaze. “you’re learning fast.”

praise is what seemed to get you off, and to win is what you needed. he wasn’t above giving that to you if it meant your pace quickened around him.

he kept his promise to touch you, while you kept your hands busy, reaching a free hand behind you, and dragging his two middle fingers against your clothed slit, soaked in your own sweetness. his hand came to your thigh closest to him, running his hand up the back of your leg as to pry you open slightly, splaying yourself open for him with your back arched a bit, legs spread beneath you, supporting yourself on your knees. your other hand was the only thing holding you up as he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing gentle circles to soothe you. you’d only ever felt this sensation in the confines of your bedroom, throbbing against his hand the way you would on your own time, only that he knew what to do this time.

your cunt welcomed his touches like it was owed to her; like he was doing a job for you. your clit swelled as your hole dripped pathetically against your panties, worsening the visible wet spot on the fabric. if he pulled it to the side, he’d see the way you opened up for him in that moment, ready to be filled like you have been from the get go.

"fuck, you’re so wet. can’t wait to be inside her later." he mumbled lowly, speaking of your cunt like she was her own entity, and you were the vessel that carried something so sweet and sacred; but you were far too blissed out to pay attention right now as your eyes fell shut while trying to focus on getting him off just the same. he couldn’t blame you. no one had clearly touched you the way he has, and that’s not your fault. neither was it on how easy it was to rile you up.

it seemed that you needed the stimulation; you needed to have him play with your pussy until you cried from how good it felt. you needed to make a mess on the hands of a handsome stranger to fulfill the fantasies you’d kept in the shadows because your friends always got to do things like this while you were locked up in your damn ranch house, getting facebook messages from a guy at your church who thinks sexting was a sin. you wanted to get fucked the way you knew others did, and you were determined to see it out.

your pussy began to twitch against his fingers as if to tell him you were close, your moans becoming slightly more strained as you whimpered, however he slowed his movements, a whine of betrayal leaving your lips as your hand did the same. “…why’d you stop?” you asked him bluntly, suddenly all brat-like, earning a small chuckle as he shook his head.

“i didn’t. im still touching you. see?” he jested, pinching your clit between two fingers lightly, earning a small yelp from you, but it felt so incredibly good. you wanted him to be rougher, and tease you more in tenfold, but you didn’t have to worry; he had plans for you. “anyone’s ever played with your pussy like this?” he asked you, the cockiness in his tone going missed by you. you shook your head begrudgingly. he raised an eyebrow at that, his fingers trailing lightly over seams of your panties before he began prodding his fingers to your hole from outside the fabric. “what about you? you ever touched yourself like this?” he pried, snickering to himself. “seems like you really like it.”

you nodded meekly, a bit unsure, because that was a complicated question. yes, technically you have, but you were only so limited to the big three of rubbing, fingering, and rutting against something, that it left you less than satisfied sometimes. your usual routine came to doing your nightly reading of a romance novel, pinching and rubbing at your nipples as you indulged in written debauchery before deciding you wanted to see it for real— for educational purposes, of course. you’d open your laptop with a hand between your legs as you delved through videos to get yourself off. your fingers couldn’t satisfy yourself, and rubbing against the edge of your bed only made you yearn for something in you. even the sex you’d had before wasn’t memorable enough to fantasize about being inside you.

you had two toys, and that was it. how you acquired them in this town didn’t matter, but sticking a silicone cock to the mirror and watching yourself use it while holding a vibrator to your clit, did.

aj couldn’t help but feel his gut stir at the thought of you splayed out on your bed, exploring your body through a mirror to see if you were doing it right, watching your pussy clench around nothing with disappointment. he almost felt bad for you, but he supposed that if you’re by the river with him right now, this was as much as you would get in a while, which brought him a subtle swell of pride because he knew he could give you that. “you really want this then, huh?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“is that okay?” you asked softly, subtly closing in your thighs around his hand. you wanted him there; you wanted to feel everything you had dreamt of. what a length like his could do to you.

aj smiled softly. you were so incredibly sweet, and he was about to make a mess out of you. “of course it’s okay. there’s no shame in that.” he told you. “i’ll give it to you, but you have to promise me if it’s too much, or if you want to stop, okay? we can take breaks— whatever you want. i got all night.”

there was a new feeling that coursed through you emotionally, realizing that he was trying to take care of you in the process, accounting for things you hadn’t realized were so crucial to your experience, such as your mental and your physical limit. he wanted to make sure this was good for you, because what you want is not necessarily what you can handle, and that itself was a turn on of it’s own. “i promise.” you replied softly, earning a small ‘good’ before his gaze darkened.

“now bend over again. gonna play with this pussy some more before i fuck you.”

you grinned, more ecstatic than you should be, but he thought your little squeal of excitement was cute as you leant over once again, face against his thigh and your arms tucked under you as he picked up the pace of his fingers on your clit, giving you want you wanted. tiny circles coaxed your pleasure from you through the fabric soaked in your own juices. you didn’t even know you could get this wet, but he seemed to navigate your pussy without a map, just fine. as far as he was concerned, you were a landmine full of gold, and he was determined to be rewarded for his venture.

your brain was mush as you planted your face against his leg, cheek pressed on hot flesh, scented with warm musk of degenerate pheromones that drew you in closer. the only things you could make out in your half lidded gaze was your hand on his cock and the way his chest rose as he breathed our curses in replacement of moans. “think you can spit on it for me?” he asked you, forgiving to your state, but you tried your best nonetheless, nodding as you helped yourself up by the push of one of your hands beneath you against the grass, letting a glob of spit drool past your lips, and onto the head of his cock that neared itself to your face expectantly. “that’s it, get it nice and wet.” his rasped, taking your hand away, and replacing it with his, coming up the shaft to rub your spit into his skin. your saliva squelched around him as he jerked himself off before you, and the only thing you could think of was how sucking on phallic sweets have trained you for this day; rock hard cock in his hand, red tip glistening like cherry freeze pops you’d practice on during a heat wave, all on your lonesome. you were looking up at him like he’d given you the world right now, as he had you right where both of you wanted to be; his fingers on your cunt with the his tip against your cheek, tongue and lips as your mouth hovered over him.

“you wanna suck on it?” he asked, seeing your blissed out gaze on his cock. he was still feeling out how far you wanted to take this, but it seemed like you were more than eager.

you nodded and lowered your head slightly, his hand stilling his movements on himself before he smeared his tip against your lips, staining your mouth with precum that leaked from his slit, mixed with your spit. you parted your lips hungrily, letting him slip in with a sigh of relief as the head of his cock fell heavy against your tongue. you savored the taste of skin and salt as your eyes fell shut, moaning around the head as he continued his movements on your clit.

“that’s a good girl,” he praised you, one hand cupped around your cheek and jaw, the other pushing your hair away from your face as he watched you in your era of devouring, before adding; “just take it like it’s yours.”

you struggled a bit, wrapping your lips around the head and swirling your tongue around the tip before trying to take too much at once before he pulled himself out from your mouth, his thumb gently grazing your bottom lip before he spoke again. “breathe through your nose. don’t push yourself. spit on it again, it could help ease you into it.” he suggested, and that’s exactly what you did. his freehand came down to push your hair away from your face so he could watch you suck him off with determination, letting out a guttural moan as he saw you gather spit in your mouth before drooling onto his slit, rubbing it in to his hot flesh that was already sticky with your saliva. a little extra wouldn’t hurt. he preferred it that way; slobbered over that it stained your clothes.

he moved his hand as yours took purchase of his cock, beginning to stroke slowly, coating his length with your spit with a newfound confidence that elicited a moan from him, the stronger your actions became. “there you fucking go.” he muttered, watching as you leant your head down to taking him into your mouth once again, this time a few inches farther. he let out a guttural groaned as you hollowed out your cheeks, beginning to bob your head around him as your mouth took his cock until it couldn’t fit, your tongue gliding up and down the underside, as the walls of your mouth slid around him. he was warm, and heavy in your mouth as you continued to suck on him messily, drool dripping to his balls as his head continued to kiss the back of your throat, earning small gags in return. he couldn’t fit— at least, not yet, but you were trying so hard to return the favor before he spoke again.

“ stroke it while you suck. might make it easier.” he told you, feeling your pussy flutter against his fingers as he continued to rub circles against you, two middle fingers finding your clit in a torturous pursuit. you didn’t even know that was an option before you tried it out, hearing him breathe out a moan as his eyes fell shut, groaning out a soft ‘fuuuck’ as you fell into a rhythm of your own, sucking him off with a helping hand, slobbering sounds of your spit pooling around him. not even the most experienced person he knew could get this messy on his cock. your split was relentless, on the other hand.

his hand came up to your throat, gently caressing it as he mumbled something about ‘relaxing’ it, loosening the tension that stopped his tip from hitting the very back, letting out a gag as he slipped into the void of the very back; an introduction to deep throating that sent your head back up to cough. “fuck, i’m sorry.” he immediately apologized, slowing his motions on your core to check on you. “sorry, that’s my bad—“

“—no, i wanna try again.” you told him adamantly, to which he raised his eyebrows at, but he wasn’t going to complain. you wanted to try and take him all, and he was not going to stop you.

“okay.” he replied, putting a hand up in surrender as he leant back again. “don’t push yourself though. if you need to breathe, come back up.” he instructed, and you took those words to heart as you tried again, encouraged by him rubbing at your clit once again while you slid him back into your mouth. first, you started slow, easing yourself into it with your hand at his base, twisting gently with the wetness of your spit as you sucked on the top half of his shaft, swirling your tongue around his head with more confidence, earning a heavy sigh of relief as you began to build your rhythm again. you then slowed again to move your hand, ambitiously cupping his balls — which he seemed to love, earning a low ‘oh, fuck,’ in response — as you lowered your head further onto him. admittedly, tears began to brim your eyes as his head prodded the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, but that didn’t stop you from easing him further, your nose finally pressing against his flesh as your throat tightened around him. just remember to breathe.

“jesus christ.” he muttered, his hand coming back to your throat to feel the way you were constricting around him for a few seconds before coming up again, repeating your actions again to get over the cumbersome feeling of something so deep in your mouth. he’s a bit amazed at your determination, making sure to keep a watchful eye on you as you delved into the new world of pushing your limit. as you built up your skill, and your tolerance, you began to default your new skill, earning his free hand at the top of your head, gathering up your hair as he guided your mouth on him with subtle pushes of his hips into you.

that was when you saw white, a muffled wail of pleasure stifled by his cock, while his other hand pushed the fabric of your panties to the side , and delving into your soft, soaked heat to return the favor. your cunt sucked his fingers in like he belonged there, lewd squelches sounding into the night, melding in harmony with sounds and vibrations you sent through his cock, earning a guttural groan from him in a sick symphony. his rugged groans joined in as he averted his gaze to your pussy that weeped around his fingers. so sticky and wet with every curling movement he made within you.

you tried to keep his words in mind about breathing, exhaling through your nose as your moans cried against his cock as he worked his middle and ring fingers mercilessly into your sopping cunt. you were so tight; so wet, tight, and warm around him, that he couldn’t wait to see what kind of mess you’d make on his cock later, as visions of him fucking into you began to cloud his mind, thinking about how your pussy would look around him when he had you spread open and full of him. he could bet the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers would feel even better around him, sucking him into you like you were right now. fingers weren’t enough for you, and he knew by the way you were fucking yourself onto his hand as you took your breather, coming up for air from his length with a string of spit falling down your chin. however, he couldn’t give it to you yet. there was still so much for you to feel.

aj pulled his fingers from you for a moment as your sucking had let up, giving you time to recuperate. you whined as his fingers left you, looking back at him with betrayal once again, prompting him to chuckle. “relax, you’ll get it again in a second.” he said in sardonic jest before bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking your juices from his hands as a new idea conspired within his brain. go figure you’d taste so sweet; you were one with the farm, or ranch, or whatever the fuck it was, and the fresh fruit was there— you probably knew the ins and outs of making yourself taste good for your own vanity. “you wanna taste?” he asked you mockingly, bringing his fingers to your core as a form of teasing torture to swipe your slick onto the tips of his fingers before bringing it up to your lips. yeah, he was being a little mean, but the way your lips wrapped around his fingertips to suck on your own sweetness had let him know that deep inside your small town soul was somebody who wanted to be slutted out.

“let’s get these off you, now. i’m tryna see something.” he spoke playfully, ensuing giggles from you as he held a strong grasp on your hips, pulling your hips towards him so he was faced with your ass. “you got the sweetest ass. sweetest tits, sweetest everything. this pussy is sweet too, i already know.” he told you, giving you a light smack that sent a small squeal through you. no one had ever done that to you before, and you always wondered what caused the affinity for it, but you were understanding as the slight sting radiated through your flesh. he looped his fingers around the waistband of your panties, peeling them gently past your thighs as he took in the sight of you with a bated breath, admiring the delicious sight of your sex that pleaded for him.

“god damn,” he whispered to himself letting your panties fall to your knees while he had you bent over, running his palms over the back of your legs before reaching his thumbs towards your pussy, spreading you open delicately so he could get a good look at you. it’s a shame no one has made you feel as good as he did just now, because if he had this every day, he’d be balls deep into you at every hour, on the hour. “told you this pussy was first place.”

he was crass with his words, but reverent with his touch as he dragged the tip of his index finger to your entrance, teasing you in a torturous agony that had you whining when he didn’t push it in. he had something else lingering in his mind, watching your hole flutter and clench around nothing, just barely pressing his fingertip into you.

as he helped you out of your panties, he pulled your legs over his chest, hooking his arms from beneath your legs, pulling your cunt to his face. you knew what was coming, and the anticipation had you pressing your core closer to his mouth. “put your mouth back on me.” he practically ordered, and you caught on quickly, excitement pouring over you as you leant down against his body, your tits pressed against his stomach as you reached for his cock, slipping it back into your mouth with his instruction. you were a fast learner, though you owed it all to him and the media you consumed in private, and this very well was something on your bucket list that was finally being satiated after long.

you engulfed his length into your mouth with voraciousness, compiling all his suggestions together in a master list of moves to make him feel good. breathe, spit, stroke, suck; the combination of a sloppy, spit filled blowjob that had him groaning against your core as he licked a long stripe from your clit, up to your sopping hole, finding himself immersed in the taste of you. his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against his face tightly as you let out a starved moan around his cock, the sounds reverberating through your mouth, sending vibrations straight to his balls being fondled by your hands. “fuck, feels so fucking good.” he grunted, raising his hips against your mouth out of greed.

you barely had time to recover from his tip inching closer to the back of your throat once more as he began to make a meal of your cunt, licking up another fat stripe with the flat of his tongue before making out with your pussy, lapping up your lips into his mouth messily. his tongue licked up your folds before latching his lips around your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves the same way he did your tits just earlier, causing you to push back against his face as your toes curled by his head. the sounds you made could probably be heard for miles in the night silence, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck while his tongue was delving into you, groaning against your cunt before pushing into your hole, causing you pull off of him in a while.

“holy fuck—“ you moaned out in pleasure, falling against him as you pulled him out of your mouth. he couldn’t care less, your hand was still jerking him off in raggedness as he fucked his tongue into you, bringing a hand up from under you to your clit to feel your walls close in on the muscle prodding within you. his inference was correct in you tasting good, an sweetened, sweaty, animalistic scent hitting his senses that made him want to keep his face in you forever. he couldn’t get enough of the way you squirmed on top of him as his flicked his tongue around your walls , licking up your wetness as much as your body would let him before you started clenching around his tongue. you were driven to sit up and against his face, your hand still grasped around his length as your body compelled you to grind against his mouth, coating his face in your stickiness as his hand meandered from beneath you, holding one of your hips for support, the other draped over the other hip, reaching for your clit. it was cumbersome, but he didn’t give fuck, neither for the weight on his face. matter of fact, he was grateful for it because it showed how much you desired being fucked by someone’s tongue, riding against his face while he rubbed merciless shapes and patterns against you. his tongue was buried as far as it could in your cunt; warm, tight, wrapped around him like some kind of succubus that took what you needed from him in whatever perverted way possible. only a real freak would bear down against someone’s tongue the way you were.

you’ve never known pleasure like this before. you’ve never known moves like this before, and never did the concept of being fucked by somebody’s tongue ever cross your mind more than just a thought. the air was thick around you in something carnal as your pulse quickened, clit throbbing under his fingers while he ravished you his tongue. his lips were engulfed by your own in ways more intimate than a kiss could ever be, as your wetness was ever consumed by his mouth as you sloppily coated his tongue in your arousal. the combination of his mouth and his hands on you drove your body to its first demise, your walls tightening while he dipped and thrusted his tongue into you, in and out with selfish intent to get you to come on his face. it was like you were stuck in a dream; a beautiful dream that made you slick and sick with degenerative, debasing thoughts that made you grind your pussy on what you could get your hands on, and the universe granted you more than what you’d wished for, and you succumbed to it, the pressure building up in your body as the rubber band snapped, your clit buzzing at the overwhelming sensation that signalled to yourself that you were about to come.

aj could feel it too, groaning against your core as your thighs squeezed around the sides of his face, smothering him with your pussy as you began to grind in desperation onto his mouth. fuck, he’ll give you the world if you asked him right now, but first he needed to make you come; taste your release that was bounding towards him in inconsistent pulses that began to tighten in pattern while you let out a strangled gasp. your loose grasp on his cock came to your breasts as your straightened up, obsessed over the stimulation coursing through your body, twisting and pinching at your own nipples to fulfill your desire. your cries of ecstasy turned into grunts and groans that came from your gut, as something visceral stroke right through you.

“im gonna come,” you whined, your hands falling beneath you as you grasped at your thighs, literally anything you could get your hands on, for stability. your cunt swelled around his mouth and against his hands as your climax came in a crash. “aj, m’gonna come—“

your words were stifled by your own orgasm that came in waves against his tongue, your body bearing down against his as the motions on your clit became rapid to let you feel your release in full. it was like fireworks had gone off throughout your body as you cried out in pleasure, his gaze focused on the way your hole clenched in convulsions against his face, mouth covered in your slick and his spit. he wished he could’ve taken a video of your pussy finally getting the treatment it deserved, wanting to keep the vision of it for a rainy day to remind him of you. you were breathless by the end of it, pathetic mewls leaving your lips as his fingers slowed.

however, aj was not done. “lay down.” he instructed, helping you off of his chest to lay you down against the jacket thrown unceremoniously to the ground. he sat up, instinctively reaching down for his dick that was still solid despite inattention, stroking it slowly. he looked over at you, flushed with a blissful feeling that made him come closer to your side, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

“you okay?” he asked you, looking over your face for any signs of distress. to his amusement, you just smiled hazily, looking up at him like he’d given you the world before giggling.

“mhm.” you hummed, nodding. “it felt good.”

he chuckled, pressing another gentle kiss to your head, his freehand coming up to brush your hair away from your face. “i could tell. you came all over my face.” he teased, licking at his lips, savoring the sweet and salty slick of your arousal on his mouth. “you taste so fucking good.”

your lips were only inches away from him before you pressed yours against his in a passionate kiss, wanting to taste his spit and your juices combined together, lapping at his tongue with yours. he moved his hand from his cock before bringing it down towards your core, despite you still being in recovery mode. he was more gentle this time, running his fingers soothingly over your sex in comfort, while still giving you the buzz. his kisses were sweet, sensual even, like intimacy was more than just rutting together until release. perhaps he was teaching you more than what you’d known.

your hand reached down to wrap around his cock, pulling away slightly, looking up at him. “you didn’t come yet.” you pointed out, and he raised an eyebrow at you, chuckling.

“this is not about me. this is about you.” he pointed out, the tips of his fingers grazing past your folds before dipping between your lips. he didn’t make any motions to fill you again just yet, still gently stroking through your centre to keep you turned on. “we can worry about me later. you wanna suck on it, you can suck on it after, but i just want to make you feel good. unless you want to stop.” you shook your head quickly, earning a lopsided grin from him.

he looked down at his hands that covered the top of your sex, cupping gently at the flesh before looking back at you, who had stars in your eyes. this night was all about you, and leaving your inhibitions at the door. “you think you can handle a little more? or do you need some time?” he asked gently, teasing your centre with his finger tips once again.

even while you were buzzing, you wanted more of him. you wanted your perversions satisfied, as corrupt that may seem, telling him that you wanted more right now. he slid an arm behind you to hold you close while he used the hand on your pussy to part your thighs. “you go the sweetest pussy, you know?” he whispered lowly to you in a rasp, bringing his finger back to your clit in gentle circles once again. you let out a sigh in relief, letting your legs spread for him so he could touch you freely. “i know i keep saying shit like that, but it’s true. you got the prettiest pussy i ever seen; sweetest one i ever tasted. wish i could’ve taken a picture or something so i can think about you next time i got my dick in my hand.” he mumbled against your ear as your eyes focused in on the way he trailed his fingers over you, spreading your lips just to further expose you to the world.

“kept thinking about what it’d feel like on my cock, you know? you got the sweetest hole. it’s such a shame no one’s fucked you the way you wanted.”

“are you gonna fuck me?” you asked him, to which he snickered, nodding.

“is that what you want?” he told you, slipping two fingers between your folds, dipping into your entrance at full length. you let out a gasp, looking up into his eyes as he gazed down on you, slowly curling his fingers within you in lucid motions as to not overwhelm the stimulation. he pressed a kiss to the side of your face as you nodded, his lips making way down to yours, capturing you into another heated make out as he worked his fingers into you. transitional aftercare before he loses his starving patience.

“yeah,” you whispered against his lips, already growing wet once again around his fingers, more than you already were. something was slightly different this time; a warm pit in your cunt rather than your stomach as he fingered you, coaxing a soft moan out of your lips and into his.

“good. i’ll make sure of that. i’m still having my fun with you.” he mumbled back, slipping his tongue back into your mouth with a soft moan of his own before pulling away. he drew his fingers out from you before bringing them to your lips, feeling him throb at the sight of you lick and suck at his fingers, tightening your lips around the digits as they laid against your tongue. he’d been thinking about this since he caught you licking snow cone syrup off your fingers earlier.

he sat up, slotting himself between your legs, kneeling before you, his hand on his cock as he stroked himself to the sight of true beauty before him; pretty stranger splayed out beneath him, your hands instinctually palming as your breasts as you spread your legs for him in anticipation. he pulled his boxers up to conceal himself as he laid against the grass, face in your pussy once again as he pushed your thighs further apart, salivating at all that was delicious before him. it was beautiful perched against his face, but seeing you spread out was something that evoked something visceral within him. “beautiful.” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle before spitting onto it, using his fingers to spread it over your wetness.

you head tilted back with a soft moan, the sensation in your clit from earlier still burning present, now soaked in spit. his fingers began their premonitions that would begin your second fall, trailing over the slickness of your folds and spreading them apart for him to see, as if he hadn’t gotten enough already. in a turn from his earlier actions against your centre, he slipped two fingers slowly into you, rubbing his fingertips against your walls as he began to finger you once again, curling, pushing, and pulling his fingers in a lethal combo. “mmmm,” you hummed out in contentment, feeling his other arm press against your legs to keep them open because he knew his next move was going to be more intense than the last, and he couldn’t risk you closing your thighs around him before you could ride that wave of pleasure once more.

he began to lick at your clit as he fingered you, flicking the tip of his tongue over sensitive bud. his eyes darted up to your face to see you playing with yourself; your tits in one hand, while a hand was flying down to his curls, lacing your fingers into his hair as if it would encourage him to stay there. you didn’t even have to beg. he’d be on his knees right away if you asked him to eat your pussy, whenever, wherever.

you pressed his face down against your core as his tongue lapped against you, drawing patterns with the tip of your tongue; letters didn’t matter, but a zig zag and a flick against your clit seemed to do it for you while his fingers worked with you, curling upwards to brush against the soft spot in your body that had your legs squirming from under his hold. “you move too much.” he sneaked out a tease to you, smirking at his own words as he pulled his mouth away, reaching his thumb up to rub at your clit. never was there a moment where he wasn’t making sure you could feel good in more than one way. he drooled out a drop of spit to your centre again, smothering it against the tender bud while the rest dripped to where his fingers were, mixing in with the sounds of his fingers working you over, coated in your juices.

“move them faster. use your mouth on me.” you ordered, only making him chuckle. you just came and wanted more from him, and he wasn’t above denying you that.

“when did you get so bossy?” he said jokingly, though you didn’t have time to glare at him when he replaced his thumb with his mouth, prompting you to push his head against your cunt as you moaned out into the night. as it turns out, nobody else you’d been with had known how to eat pussy the way he did, and never had anyone paid so much attention to your body the way he was, nor your clit, like he did, usually left unattended by somebody else’s selfishness. aj practically worshipped it for the love of the game.

aj was mesmerized by your state, and your new exhibitionist tendencies that had him wondering what else you had in you that needed to be released. he focused on your face as his mouth latched onto you, soaking in the sight of your nipples perked between your fingers while he held your legs down and finger fucked you against the grass. if he was anymore disgusting, he’d be grinding himself into his jeans against the ground to feel something, and he very well just might with how hot you got him. his dick ached for attention, and he was finally getting to the point where he might just stop and slip it in, but he didn’t. he wanted to see you come undone again by the work of his hands and mouth, working on your pussy that’d been spent already. the way your lips fell into an o-shape as you laid your head to rest back against the fabric of the jacket beneath you; it was a sight for sore eyes, and he’d keep that in his wallet if he could, dreaming about your mouth and how nice it felt to be in it.

a new feeling began to arise again, though unlike before, you noticed it in your cunt rather than your stomach, being in the very bottom pit of it if anything, only becoming stronger— more urgent— as his fingers quickly came in and out of you, brushing against you sweet spot over and over as his pace quickened. his lips started working in tandem with the rhythm of his hands because he knew, with how wet you had become inside, you were going to come again. droplets of your release had already started dripping onto his fingers, and he couldn’t help but think that your god blessed him with a miracle.

the second shockwave of pleasure began to hit you as he held you open, suckling your clit into his lips with determination, adjusting his position so he could really press your legs apart as you began to writhe under his weight as if the feeling was far too overwhelming in comparison to the last one; but you were already there, walls convulsing around his fingers as you tried to hold onto his arm and his head in attempts to contain the feelings as your body trembled. “don’t hold it in.” he grunted towards you as he briefly pulled away, lip-locked around your clit in no time after as you whimpered out a chain of profanities. your legs couldn’t close in, and there was nothing barring you from feeling his long fingers — the ones you’d thought about since meeting him earlier today, and tried to pretend was his when you got ready in your trailer before seeing him again , now fucking into your sobbing hole. you were wet; so incredibly soaked, dripping down your entrance and around his fingers before you shot up, watching him with a heaving chest and a wrecked cry of ecstasy as his tongue went wild on your clit. every mouth after his would be ruined for you if they couldn’t flick their tongue over the nerves like he did, pushing under the hood every so often to ensue some feeling of electrocution through you. it was sparse, but sent you spiralling the more he did it.

“again, again, do that again.” you begged him, and aj was honestly surprised that you loved the feeling. he would’ve thought that was too much for you, but he surrendered to your pleas, leaning in to focus underneath the hood in a more gentle manner, because it would be evil of him to do more. the tip of his tongue circled the central nerves of your bud, feeling the way your body shook as the headspace of overstimulation took over. “fuck, yes, yes, m’gonna come again, ” you moaned out, your voice strained, the vibrations making you fall back against the jacket again, your hands continuously occupied in his hair and on your breasts until you felt it coming, and so did he, making sure your legs were open as you let out a strangled moan while you gushed against his chin and his fingers, soaking his skin in sweet release. you didn’t even have a chance to takenby your actions because he’s fully indulging in the fact that you squirted, his mouth already lapping up what he could of your juices with a groan.

his eyes fell shut as he savored you like a starving man on his last meal, licking up every crevice of your pussy to make sure he got every last drop, and despite you, he kept moving his fingers to elicit more from you. “fuck, you’re so hot. i’m gonna fucking take you to la with me if i have to.” he grunted against your cunt, the words being taken to your core while you were depleted before him, eyes rolled to the back of your head as you succumbed to the pleasure. you made a mess of yourself, and of him, and continued to do so as he kept fucking his fingers in and out of you, licking and sucking at your clit, just for more.

the air was thick around you while you were a mess on natures floor, dragging your fingers a through his hair, clutching onto his curls as to guide his head where it felt best. small dribbles of release drenching his fingers. aj was watching you closely. what you’ve read in books came into fruition through your body, making you think that this is might be who who you were: somebody who needed to indulge in your perversions to get the most in life. you weren’t a rodeo star, and you felt caged within your small town life, that this was your act of unabashed freedom, rebelling against what you’d stayed comfortable in for too long.

aj took mercy on you as you groaned, slowing his motions gradually as he resorted to making out with your pussy in comfort to you, lapping gently at your sweet bud before pulling his fingers from you, licking one final strip up your folds and pressing a soft kiss to your clit before sitting up, bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking your slick off of them. your body stuttered beneath him, spent as your chest fell and rose. you looked beautiful like this, he thought, splayed out in nature as your let go of your inhibitions. you came from being so hesitant on taking your top off outside, and now here you were, two orgasms in with your legs spread and him gently rubbing against your core to soothe you. no focus on your clit, no fingers pushing into you, just gently rubbing your sex to keep you on.

he moved his hand just to reach for your thighs, sitting before you as he parted them wide to get a good look in full, examining the way your swollen clit looked, hidden between your lips he’d just spent the last bit of time lapping up. wetness glistened against your skin as he gently pushed your knees closer to your shoulders, angling you from under his lap as he continued to toy with your cunt, despite having came twice already. “hold your legs back. keep them open.” he told you, spitting onto your pussy again out of reflex before he used his hands just to prod at you, examining your centre while gently massaging your clit with his thumb. wetness continued to drip from you, and he made sure to rub it back in, using his fingers to spread your folds apart. “prettiest fucking pussy.” he mumbled as he sat back, undoing the fly of his jeans with one hand as the other stroked the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

this was it; this was happening, your face glowing through two orgasms practically back to back, now flushed as you watched him the the waist of his jeans down past his thighs, revealing himself once again to you. his hand wrapped itself around his length, his chest heaving with a deep breath as he began stroking himself, eyes still on you, and the sweet centre he was about to fill. your eyes fell shut with a whimper as you felt the heaviness of his head press against your clit, his shaft gliding between your folds with a low groan, coating himself in your slick. “jesus, fuck.” he uttered, cock in hand as he batted down the weight of it against your cunt, clit buzzing and so sensitive from his own doing.

your wetness was causing his insanity, puddles of stickiness at your entrance stringing between you both as he teased your hole with his head. your opening already felt so full with just the tip prodding against you that you could cry once he slipped in; but yet, he didn’t, and instead was rubbing it against your clit to stimulate you as you held your legs open for him. “for someone who doesn’t have much experience, you sure act like you do.” he said to you, though there wasn’t any weight to his words. more an observation than a dig, slowly grinding against your core in an agonizing pace. “checks out though. you probably all up in your bed with your legs spread for no one but yourself. bet you’re laid up watching videos, reading all your smut, or whatever you do in the mirror of nowhere.” god, he had no idea.

your brain worked against your best judgement, feeling the tension swell within your core at his words, and he seemed to catch onto that as your pussy practically fluttered against his cock. he could feel it. he smirked as he raised an eyebrow, watching you as you tried to keep your composure. “you’re just laid up in bed with your hand on your pussy cause rylie-fuckin-ranch-hand can’t do it for you. bet a five inch fake dick and a bullet vibe come in clutch.”

he didn’t even know if you owned any toys; he was just saying things to rile you up, but the fact that you knew what you did on your lonesome was enough for it to be humiliating. still, you didn’t want him to stop. your perversion is what got you here, spread out for a stranger who’d probably fucked others like you, but still had it in him to make you feel a little special as he gathered up your slick on the tip of his cock, rubbing it against your clit. “next time, we should do this in your bed. your daddy doesn’t need to know.” he spoke lowly, reaching into his pocket for his wallet, fishing out a foil wrapper between two fingers.

“you want me to use this?” he asked you, pausing his actions as he held it up. he was giving you an option, and a smart one, to which you still shook your head slowly. “i thought so.” he chuckled, tossing it to your side, pointing at it. “keep that incase you change your mind.” aj said to you before he straightening up, one hand on his cock, and the other holding one of your legs to the side.

“oh my god, shut up, and fuck me.” you breathed, nudging your foot against his shoulder.

aj raised an eyebrow, a cocky smirk spreading over his lips. “alright, damn. m’tryna rile you up, and make sure you’re okay, and you just can’t give me, like, 10 seconds.” he jested, positioning himself at your entrance, nudging his head against you as your centre fluttered in anticipation.

“you’re stalling, and being annoying.” you replied back, to which he scoffed.

“i think you like it, actually.” he quipped back, smirking. he’s not wrong, and he knows it, based off the way you lunged your foot to his shoulder again with stifled giggles. he caught your ankle, gently biting at the flesh before he placed your foot on his shoulder. “you ready?” he asked gently, making you were still okay.

when you nodded, he dipped his head to spit a fat glob of saliva onto your cunt, rubbing it into you with the head of his cock before sliding his length into you with a low groan; soaked in the wet heat of your walls, bottoming out in one thrust. “oh— my god, fuck,” you whined, an agonizing moan being released from the depths of your throat as he filled you up completely, relief washing over your body in hot waves. the stars above you became brighter as your eyes went wide at the feeling, leaning up on your elbows to watch him disappear into you as he pushed and pulled his hips in and out at a slow pace. having him in your mouth was one thing, but feeling him raw within you became something you could find yourself addicted to as your cunt clenched around him. speechless, your head fell back as you moaned out, letting him spread your thighs further to fit himself between, a small whimper being elicited from you as his hand came down to slowly rub at you clit, still swelled and sensitive from earlier.

“fuck, this pussy feels so good. m’gonna miss you when i go home.” he uttered to you, his head tilting back for a moment as he relished the feeling of you wrapped around him. the stretch was insatiable, your jaw dropping as a guttural groan escaped your lips feeling the drag of his cock through your core as he pulled his hips back, pushing in once more building a his own but steady pace. he took hold of your legs, dragging you closer your hips, practically pulling you onto him. the head of his cock kissed the depth of you, pulsing against your walls. you gasped at the feeling soothed by gentle kisses to the skin of your ankle. “you alright? you want me to keep going?” he asked you, rubbing a calloused palm over the soft skin of your leg, stroking into you as he spoke.

“yeah, yes— fuck, keep going.” you breathed out in a moan, nodding your head as you fell back against the ground, feeling his pace quicken as the word ‘yes’ left your mouth. “oh, fuck…” you groaned, looking up at him as if he’d betrayed you; like it was his fault that no one’s made you feel like this before, the feeling of him thrusting in you spreading through you like a radiating buzz. he took your leg off his shoulder, guiding both your legs to fold against you, palms to the back of your thighs as he began moving a little faster, his cock still rock hard as he fed it to your starving cunt. it was as if he was using himself as a tool for you to get off from, staring down at you with a half-lidded gaze as he thrusted into your soaked hole that had squeezed around him; your walls hugging him as his slick coated cock slid in and out of you, sucking him in every time like he owed you something.

your eyes fell shut as his hips began to build speed, the memories of all the times by yourself when you had your own legs spread and pressed to your chest as you worked a silicone dick into you to a video, now long and forgotten for a sorry excuse of pleasure in comparison to aj who was filling you up like it was his job, pressing his weight into your legs, angling himself deeper into you. you were so wet, and ready to be fucked, that your pussy let him glide in and out of you with so much ease, he might as well be a toy to you right now, using him for a good night. his balls slapped against the soft flesh of your ass as you writhed and trembled beneath him, hands coming up to his biceps that you held onto for support as he pumped himself into you, a low growl coming from his throat. his head dipped, watching himself every time he thrusted into you. “god, you’re so wet. just fucking slides right in—” he grunted, looking up at your blissed out face in a state of pleasure, too busy moaning and whimpering pathetically from having a big cock filling your cunt the way you’ve dreamt of for too long. no one fucking cares about riley-fucking-ranch-hand when aj’s got all eight inches of him fucking into you.

aj had you in a mating press as he shifted his weight, taking his hands off from your legs and positioning them by your head to hold himself up as he began to move faster. his eyes fell shut, immersing himself in his own pleasure as he indulged his own greed within your pussy, plowing into your weeping hole. he wished he could take a video; show you how fucking good you look with your legs in the air, taking dick like you were meant for it. you’d probably use it to get off because you knew these things could happen to you too. you had no qualms with keeping yourself open for him, moving your hands from his arms to keep your legs spread.

“that’s it, keep yourself open for me, baby.” he said breathlessly as he kept up his pace when thrusting into you. “you just wanna be fucked, huh? yeah…i know, i know.” he cooed out mockingly as you submitted to his words with a pathetic nod. “that’s why you’re letting a stranger fuck this pussy, right? you just wanted be filled up so bad. no one’s got a big, mean fucking dick enough to fuck you the way you wanted. bet you laid up in you’re own bed, creaming and squirting on a plastic fucking dick, wishing some guy like me was giving it to you.” a guy like him, totally opposite from everything you’d known.

you nodded, because you knew it was true. shame was left at the door once you’d shown him your tits out in the open, and now you’ve got your sorry cunt spread open because you needed this. you had a bad day, and you needed something to make you feel better, and he was giving it to you in deep strokes that made your hole sob in mourning that you might never get this again. “yeah, that’s right. just take it, baby, take it like it’s yours. whatever you want, i’ll fucking give it to you.” he groaned, watching the way your tits bounced with every thrust he gave, burying himself deeper and deeper, rolling his hips into you after every other beat, just so you could feel him.

“faster, faster— mmph— yeah, fuck me like that,” you begged him, his hips snapping against you by your own request, the sound of you sipping his cock in your juices becoming music to his own ears. you weren’t far from your climax, and you needed it fast, bringing a hand down to rub at your own clit as he rutted into you in full force. your eyes couldn’t help but roll back with a groan, the added pleasure of getting to play with yourself becoming overwhelming. he could tell you were about to hit your third orgasm of the night, and so quickly too. he’d just put his dick in you, and you were already clenching around him in fluttering pulse, though with no signs of letting up.

“that’s it…keep playing with yourself. make yourself come on my cock— fuck, feels so fucking good.” he told you, spreading one of your legs farther as a low groan bordered on a growl from his gut. “i’ll let you do whatever you want as long as you’re making a mess on me.”

his words went straight to your core, visions clouding your brain of what it’d be like to make a mess on somebody else. his face was already covered in your juices, and he’d drank you up like the fountain of everlasting, pussy drunk over your taste. your wet cunt already drenched his cock in every measure, but you both knew that was only the beginning as your clit began to buzz under the quick circles of your fingers, rubbing against yourself messily before you cried out of pleasure. “m’gonna come—! oh fuck, fuck, don’t stop, m’gonna come—“

“yeah, come all over my fucking cock, squirt on me, c’mon,” he urged you, breathless groans being let out from the depths of his throat as he could feel you begin to drip around him. he knows once you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, and thank god for that; you were a god amongst him, gushing around his cock, your cunt squeezing around him so much that you practically pushed him out. he brought his hands up to keep you spread and open despite how your thighs began to tremble in attempts to close in, but you couldn’t. you were too busy having your orgasm being coaxed out of you in full speed.

“aah—!” you wailed out as he pulled out from you, letting your messy cunt pour out on his thighs and your own self. he moved your hand before he began rubbing your clit with the head of his cock rapidly, encouraging more of your wetness to spill and spread over you both, hand and dick soaked by you.

“just the prettiest fucking pussy. you like doing that, huh?” he asked you teasingly, despite how much of a wreck you were. you couldn’t even form words from how it all felt, his tip rubbing against your wetness unceremoniously. “just love making a mess. i bet you get bored on the ranch, or whatever the fuck you live on. i bet all you fucking do is play with yourself til your bed is trashed.”

you mewled in ecstasy, relishing in the overstimulation he was giving you. you could lay here forever with his cock rubbing against you if you could, but that was quickly shot down as he uttered something about getting on all fours, helping you position yourself with your ass up and back arched, a surprisingly gentle hand rubbing against the plush flesh, scattering kisses over you before speaking.

“think you can take a little more?” he asked you, leaning down to reach over, brushing your hair away from your face so he could look at you. much to aj’s amusement, you had a dazed expression and a smile on your face, almost giggling. “should i take that as a yes?” he questioned you, prompting a nod and an ‘mhm’ hummed out before you reached back behind you, spreading yourself open for him. aj couldn’t help but chuckle, placing a gentle smack on the flesh of your ass before he pressed another kiss to your shoulder, and then your hip as he sat up. “ok, nympho.” he snickered affectionately, sitting up on his knees to take you from behind. “you’re a fucking perv, you know that? just spreading your pussy open for me. i’m into it though.”

“you’re a perv.” you shot back, groaning as he pinched at your clit in retaliation. “you wanted to see me naked.”

“yeah, and you wanted to fuck me. now you’re a d1 squirter. we both win.” he snickered.

aj leant down to move your hands, spreading your lips with his thumbs before dipping his head down, delving into your sex with his tongue, lapping up your wetness on his tongue with a groan. he’s drunk off your pussy; the way you taste, and the way you feel, and especially how eager you were to have him inside you. he’s not even close to needing to come yet, he just wanted to be buried inside, nudging his tip against your hole before stuffing his cock back into your cunt without hesitation. you had about three slow strokes before he was fucking into you once again. the new position had him angled in such a way that you could feel him continuous rubbing against your g-spot the entire time, and you began to wonder how you’d never tried this before. then again, a fake cock stuck to a wall in your bedroom wasn’t enough to satiate your starved pussy. he had a firm grip on your hips, grasping at the soft flesh as he held you in position while drove his dick into you, balls snacking against your wet clit with sticky sounds. they felt heavy as they hit against your cunt, sopping in your juices. it was a lewd awakening to how much of a fiend you were for this sort of thing.

your face was pressed against your hands for cushioning, the pleasure melding into your brain as your own perverse thoughts began to infiltrate your mind. as far as fucked up reality goes, you had your back faced to him like you were there to be used for his pleasure; a fantasy you’d lingered on once after reading a book. but the way he held you, his grip on your hips almost protective, was something that set your fantasies and real life apart. he made sure to make you feel that this was all for you.

aj groaned in his blissful endeavor, the flesh of your ass smacking against his hips as he pounded into you. you didn’t know what came over you as you gained the energy and courage to hold yourself up by your hands, pushing your hips back against his to feel more of him. aj couldn’t have asked for a better thing to happen, smacking a hand down against your ass almost instinctively to encourage you further. “fuck, yeah, fuck yourself onto me.” he said to you, rearing down against his legs as you sat up slightly, lifting your hips before pushing yourself back down onto him, inviting a harmony of your sounds together.

you might have found your new favorite position, with being a defunct rodeo rider, after all. consider yourself a reverse cowgirl the way you had began bouncing up and down against his cock with your ass smacking down against his hips, with aj’s hands moving from your hips for him to lean back on them while he watched you fuck yourself using his cock like it was all yours. he couldn’t see the way your eyes fell back into your head as he continued to fill you up through your own movements, making sure to bottom him out within you, every time. you made the tiniest, most sweetest sounds, trails of ‘unh-unh-unh’ leaving your lips as your head fell back, along with the rest of your body. you were straight up on his lap, your hands on your thighs to keep you steady, your tits bouncing every which way against the air.

aj was in fucking paradise. go figure you’d be so good at riding, and he’s not even gonna complain about laying there to watch, because you’re the first one he’s ever known to take charge from the bottom, just to end up on top. it’s kind of hot, admittedly, seeing the way you used him for your own pleasure. you weren’t facing him, barely even acknowledging him, while bearing down on his cock with the additional snacks from his hand coming down onto you like a crop. “keep fucking me like this, i’m gonna give you a fucking white ribbon, best believe that.” he managed to jest as his cock began to twitch within you, throwing his head back as his own pleasure began to build up inside him. the innuendo wasn’t lost on you, and you were ready to feel it all over your flesh.

but after his words, you were more than determined to move and prove yourself, leaning down to plant your hands against the jacket you’d been making a mess over, your brows furrowing in concentration to get him to come. you threw your ass back against him, a ring of cream forming at his base as every bouncing movement bounded down against him in full. imagine all the times you’d rutted against a fake dick on your floor, in the bathtub, and on your bed; this was all that and ten fold with a real cock that could satisfy you, and your final act of revenge on everything that had held you back from feeling satisfied in your own life, was bearing close to his own orgasm as you worked your pussy onto him, milking him of pleasure that your sopping cunt could give him. nobody for miles knew how much of a slut you could be to get what you want.

every so often, you found yourself switching between riding and bouncing on his cock, to grinding down against him while your hand neared your clit to keep yourself motivated through sex and pleasure, your pussy pulsing around his cock with a loud moan. you felt full of him, and your ego was as big as the throbbing head of his cock nudging through every groove of your wetness every time you came down. he uttered phrases in encouragement, telling you that you were the best in everything; best pussy, best lay, best fucking tits, he wished he could see them bouncing in his presence while you rode him. it’s then when you pulled off his cock suddenly, repositioning yourself to face him and pushing against his chest to make him lie back. a smirk spread over aj’s lips at your confidence, surrendering to your new found charge, eyes falling shut as you slipped him into your centre without any thought. your feet were planted by his hips, practically squatted over him as your hands stabilized yourself with a grip on his thighs behind you. you were splayed out, your cunt wrapped around his cock in full display to him as you lowered yourself onto him, lips separating as you welcomed him back in.

“touch me,” you moaned out, and he was quick to do so, reaching a hand up to your clit, rubbing his thumb against it as you nodded within the state of euphoria you were in. “yes, mmph, fuck, just like that, don’t fucking stop.” you whined. aj wasn’t planning on it. with the way you were riding him, you could fucking have his first born if it meant to fuck you like this every night. you were practically on autopilot mode, building momentum with every stroke. “feels s-so good— unh— so fucking big—“

“yeah, use my cock. fuck yourself onto me. creamiest fucking pussy and never had no dick to do it on.” he mused with a groan, your walls fluttering with every word as you slid up and down his shaft, your slick heat glistening in the night light. he could tell that you were two seconds from letting up as you threw your head back to the circles he was forming over your swollen clit. “that’s it…best fucking rider in the goddamn world, taking this dick like a champ. that’s what you are right? the best?” you couldn’t even answer, the pleasure taking over as you only managed to nod your head. “yeah, you’re the best. all you needed was a big dick in you to remember that.“

your movements had began to let up as soon as the aching feeling in your core had returned; you were going to come again, with far less resistance from the last, aj was too, letting out low moans as his cock twitched within you, finally reaching his breaking point that he’d been keeping in, to keep you satisfied. it was easier focusing on making somebody else come, but when you had hopped up on top of him, giving you a full view of him inside you, he couldn’t keep to himself anymore. he needed to come, and he needed to be careful about it because the way you gripped him, made him never want to leave. “come here,” he rasped gently, letting you collapse against his body with his arms around your waist in a protective hold, kissing against the side of your face as he began to move his hips into you, thrusting from beneath you. “you gonna come again?” he asked you, this time with no bite of attitude, but genuine affection as he pushed the hair away from your face, stuck to your forehead in sweat from all the intenseness you’ve experienced today.

“mhm.” you hummed pathetically, nodding as your face buried into the crook of his neck, chest heaving against his as you let him take control one last time. “fuck me please, make me come, i wanna come—“ you whimpered. he was going to give you what you wanted.

“i’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry about that.” his whispered to you, the cocky facade unmasked as he held you against him, thrusting his hips up into you in a quick pace to get you there as he rode out his own orgasm, earning loud moans from you right up into his ears. the sweetest sounds, from the sweetest person. he was truly going to miss you when he goes back to la. everyone’s too worried about the specifics, but you could get down on the ground just for fun without complaints. plus, you were sweet. despite all the dirtiness that ensued on this night, you would be someone he’d be interested in seeing again, and not just for the sex. “you’re doing so good, sweet thing, just let go whenever you’re ready, okay?” he mumbled gently against your ear before moving his head to catch your lips against his, pressing you into a kiss of passion that bordered on something close to love. you moaned against his lips as he worked into your fluttering walls that came around him in a crash. a sweaty, beautiful, animalistic crash that forced him to pull out of you before it was too late.

as he slipped out of you, he grasped himself into his own hand that came from your waist, stoking himself quickly before his eyes fell shut, falling back against the ground beneath him with a groan. white ribbons painted your backside like a modern renaissance of the person you’ve become tonight. somebody more alive, and covered in a mess that came from the first time you put matters into your own hands, and went for it. it was warm, splayed over your skin as you laid there breathless together in your own collapse.

there was silence for a few moment before he reached his hand back up and held you close, nudging his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin as you laid on top of him, breathless, and in a state of euphoria.

“you okay?” he asked you quietly, his hand caressing the skin of your waist. he doesn’t care that you’re covered in his mess. he’ll help you clean up soon. he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and your cheek as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck, letting your body naturally turn curl into his, holding you close to him in a way nobody else has, especially not after intimacy. after all of that, he was so gentle; so kind, and sweet, and patient was you writhed against his body, letting you process everything in your own way. “baby— are you doing okay?”

baby. you were his baby right now, and the blissed out part of your brain wouldn’t mind to be ‘baby’ for a little bit longer with him, nodding as you continued to nuzzle your face into the warmth of his neck. he chuckled softly, scattering gentle kisses down the side of your face and below your ear, holding you closely.

“you lock me in like this, there’s only one thing im gonna do, and i don’t think you can handle it.” he joked as your sprawled yourself on top of him, as your legs rested on either side of his body.

“i can handle it.” you replied pathetically, your chest heaving against his now as he let out a lighthearted scoff.

“no you cannot.” he replied in jest, though it was only a playful bash. you knew that. “plus, i gotta take you home soon. don’t want no county sheriff after my ass.” he pointed out, causing you to pout. you whined quietly against his skin. you didn’t want to go home yet, and you didn’t like the idea of having to leave right now, even though you knew that was the reality of this all. he just kept holding you, and kissing you, and whispering in your ear about how you did so good, and how you should come by the truck tomorrow again, and maybe you could go spend some time for real before he headed out of town. the prospect of that had made it seem like life had just truly began. maybe you could be a little more adventurous after this, and maybe you wouldn’t leave your fantasies just a fantasy anymore.

everything feels different when it’s somebody else giving it to you. your fingers were one thing, but his were another, and feeling lips on your pussy was something entirely brand new. nobody had ever done the things he’d affectionately put you through. not even yourself. now he was holding you like you’ve never been held before. aj himself was curious about what your life was like outside of this, and why you’re so eager to do more than what you were only so capable of. “so…you ever came like that before?” he asked you curiously, though his voice was soft, comforting you in your blissful duress. you nodded meekly, and he looked down at you, a smile on his face as he chuckled. now he had to ask.

“yeah? i was right. i thought i was just talking shit, but you just at home with your hand on your pussy, huh?” he said jokingly, earning a small smack of your hand against his chest as he teased you. “what? that’s not a bad thing. this is a safe space.”

you huffed at his jest. “it sounds embarrassing.” you argued, burying your face away. he let out a small laugh. “it’s weird when you talk about it.”

“okay, fine, we don’t have to talk about it.” he replied, a smirk playing on his face at how riled up you were about the topic. “i’m just saying, if i wanna get off, i have to put my hand on my dick and jack off like some degenerate, and then jizz just comes out of it like a fucked up volcano, and then you just get creeped out and humbled when the post-nut clarity hits. you get to lay there, rub around a little, maybe put something up there. that shit’s way classier.”

right, because nothing was classier than the most unserious talk in the midst of after care.

you couldn’t help but laugh at his words finally, raising an eyebrow as you finally looked up at him, seeing his shit-eating grin once you smiled. “you think touching yourself can be classy?”

aj snorted out a scoff, shrugging. “yeah. anything can be classy if you tried. like— okay, i gave you a jacket to lay down on, instead of letting you raw-dog the ground. but i raw-dogged the ground. so it’s classy, and i’m a gentleman." he stated. "also, having a dick is just so 'fuck you', you know? like, barely any work goes into it. you just jack off and go."

he looked down at you to see if you’d laugh at his antics, reaching up to pinch your cheek as you tried to stifle it. despite yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh. he was far too charming and charismatic, it was honestly hard not to. “i think you have a weird perception of what classy is.” you told him, fondness of him radiating through you. outside of what you’d done together, and the little you knew of him, he was a nice guy. somebody you think you could like more than a hookup, though that wasn’t the reality.

there was a shared silence between you before he broke it with his own curiousity protruding from his brain. “so…” he trailed, looking back at you with a smirk. “what do you do?”

you raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean: ‘what do you do’?” you asked.

he shrugged, leaning back against the grass to pull you on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you laid on his chest. “what do you do to get off?” he asked you again. “like…you watch something, you use anything…?”

the question through you off-guard more than it should’ve based on what you had been talking about for the last minute. nobody has ever asked you that before, and you always viewed it as something solely reserved for your lonely nights, days, and a stress reliever in between. “um. just my hands…i guess?” you replied, almost as a question rather than a statement. “sometimes i use a… you know.” you mumbled shyly, imitating a buzzing noise. “or like, a…thing.” you meant to say a toy of sort, which made him kind of impressed that you could even acquire one in this town. “and like…i read stuff. sometimes watch stuff…i don’t know.”

aj chuckled as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “okay, wait.” he paused, a hand coming up exaggeratedly, as if to motion ‘stop’. “okay, you read. that’s sick. freaky, but sick.”he commented. “but you said you don’t have a phone right? so are you like, opening up that incognito tab or something?” you nodded, hiding away in his chest as he bellowed a laugh. not at you, but just the concept of it all. “dude. that’s hardcore.”

“you make it sound weird.” you groaned, smacking him against his chest gently once more. “stopppp.”

“okay, okay, okay, i’m sorry.” he conceded with a snicker, kissing the top of your head in apologies. “no, yeah, that’s way better. the phone is too accessible. at least with a laptop or someshit, you gotta search for it, you know? secret tab folder for your favorites, and all.” he told you, looking down at your face hidden away in his chest. “we can stop talking about it now. i’m sorry i asked.”

you shook your head, mumbling. “it’s fine. i don’t really talk about it.” you admitted, though he understood. not many people do.

“no one really does.” he said, his fingertips brushing your hair away from your face to admire you. “bet you look cute doing that though. you and your things.”

he grinned as he apologized one more time when you groaned into his chest, finally letting up the conversation.

there was silence between you both before he sat up, taking you with him, still holding you in his arms as he shifted his softened member away from you so you could just sit together. his face against your forehead with a softened expression. “how you feeling?” he asked, dropping his forehead gently onto your shoulder. “i hope this has been okay for you. i know we just met, but like, i care. you know? i don’t wanna make you regret this.”

you were kind of surprised by the sudden softness he was exhibiting, his hands gently grasping onto the skin of your thighs as his voice became light. not the same guy who exuded the charisma and confidence earlier when asking you to meet with him, and certainly not the same man who had made you into a mess just a moment ago. he’d checked on you multiple times, but this time, you could feel the weight of his heart in it as he held you, genuinely wanting to make sure you were okay.

for aj, he knew the weight of this, and hoped he hadn’t pushed too far. despite the enthusiasm from you, he was a little bit in his head now as it began to dawn on him again that this may have been all new for yoy, and there was so much that you might not know about your body that conflated with what you might think you want, and he wanted this rendezvous to be something you could look back on and feel good about, and not become some guy you fucked just to go against your father. yeah, he was okay with being that guy, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about the people he had sex with. you were way too sweet to be choosing to spend your time with him, and if he was honest with himself, the fact your father didn’t know where you were right now, and what you were doing — while played into the fantasy of sneaking around — made him a little concerned. you didn’t seem to worry about it all that much though, nodding your head as his question.

“i feel good.” you stated, a blush gracing your cheeks, giggling, making him chuckle in relief.

“fuck. good. okay. that makes me feel a little better.” he smiled, leaning his head back as he looked at you. “i was talking all this shit, but in the back of my head, i was like ‘fuck, was that too much?’, but then you was like ‘put your mouth on me’, or like, ‘put your dick in me’, and i was like, ‘shit, okay.’”

you smiled at his words, letting a small laugh slip from your lips as he let out a sigh. “i like it. i’ve never, like, done stuff like that before.” you admitted. that made sense in his head. “you did everything i wanted you to do, and then some. in a good way.”

“…so like, you never been ate out? or like, did any of that shit, like at all?” he asked, a bit surprised by that. this was something he could do all fucking day if somebody asked him to. you shook your head, mumbling a ‘not really’, making him scoff to himself. “well, now i just feel like a god. i'm taking your panties with me to remember this day.”

you both talked for a little while longer as your body decompressed, warm bodies pressed against each other as the humidity melded you together in sticky skin and hot kisses over your face. there was a softer side to aj that you’d discovered, existing outside the la crass he’d exhibited like men in movies, and you couldn’t help wonder what it’d be like to leave the small town with him, and follow him back into the city. that was something you knew could never happen, but you’d always thought about a day that could come where you’d finally leave the grasp of your father and the town that held you back. you only really realized it was all holding you back when aj began to point out how you could drive for two hours both ways from the edges of this town. la seemed cool, and fun, and far more interesting than anything you’d known before. no fathers to hold their grown up kin back, and having your own agency with a cellphone and a social life to use it for. aj’s life seemed so vibrant, you almost felt a little bit jealous of those who knew him before you did; those who got to have him before you. you wondered what kinds of things he did with people in the city, much more experienced in sexual liberty than you ever were. that was something you didn’t want to know, though. he was yours for tonight, and maybe tomorrow.

—

you were standing outside of his car with his jacket draped over you, your shorts slipped back on, yet undone, with your top in hand as he stood behind you, lifting the back of his jacket to wipe the mess off your back, using his own shirt and a water bottle from the backseat of his car to keep you clean. it was kind of hard to focus on how sweet he was being when you were back to being taken by him and his looks, trying to keep your thoughts to yourself as he chucked his shirt into the trunk of his beater car, standing shirtless, covered in tattoos and glistened with sweat. you couldn't tell if he was actually really hot, or if it was just the air, but whatever was happening, you didn't want to leave. you didn't want this to end, and yet you hopped into his car with the agreement that he was going to drive you home, and that he might see you tomorrow.

your care had gone out the window along with his cigarette smoke from the stick between his lips that he kept held out the side, driving you out of the truck stop area with one hand before following your verbal navigations back to your fathers ranch house. with how small this town was, and how you were at the very edge of it right now, it wouldn't take you very long to get back home and have to somehow sneak back into your room on the top floor. quickly, you had to get yourself ready; pulling your top back on and tossing his jacket in the back of the car. there was comfortable small talk between you once again, with his hand on your leg once the other got rid of the cigarette. you pointed out different parts of town as you passed by, telling him where you went to school, church, and where you had your first kiss. your life was as sweet as honey, he thought, because he made it through high school, dropped out of college, got into a bunch of shit in his past that led up to him getting the damn taco truck in the first place. even your damn ranch house with a random ass duck pond was sweet, but he wasn't allowed to drive even an inch closer as he reached the very start of your block. had he gone any further, your father would've sensed it, and god knows what'll happen.

"i had a really nice time with you tonight." you told him with a small smile, to which he gently squeezed your thigh in response. "thank you for...you know. all that."

"oh yeah, no, me too. it was really fun." he told you softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your lips for a moment. as you both pulled away, he reached over to the glove box, fishing out a random napkin and a broken pen, scrawling scratched ink into the paper before handing it to you.

it wasn't a phone number, but an email and a facebook account that revealed what aj stood for, causing you to look up at him with wide eyes at the gesture. he looked down sheepishly, awkwardly looking outside as he cracked his knuckles out of habit. "you don't have to take it, obviously, but like, in case you wanted it. i know you don't have a phone or anything, so i figured...email was a good place to start." he muttered, a warm blush spreading over his cheeks as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. "earlier, you know, i just thought you were really pretty. i don't even know if i got tot tell you that, and i'm sorry if i didn't." he said. "even if we didn't do all this, i would've been so good with losing three dollars and a couple lemons just for your attention."

you grinned at him, almost too obvious about your excitement beforepressing another kiss to his lips, a hand coming up to cup his face as his hand reached for your waist, a chuckle leaving his lips and stifled against yours. "i'll add you when i get in." you told him surely, hopping out of the car with a giggle before bidding him a 'goodbye' and a 'see you tomorrow' because you would. you'd make sure of that.