#hey bartender

You meet him out front at his van, and hop in. 

"Where to?" He asks, "Mine or yours?" 

You lean over to him. "Lets go to the quarry."

He pauses for a moment before a grin forms over his face. "Ok"

He puts the van in gear and as he gets up to speed, you start to climb out of your seat and into the back. 

"Wow, what are you doing?"

You lean forward so your breath ghosts over his ear. "Distracting you. Don't wreck us before we get to the good part." You lick the shell of his ear before you retreat to the back once again, settling on your knees after removing your shoes. 

You keep your eyes locked on his in the rearview mirror as you begin to unbutton your top, exposing your lacey bra, causing Eddie's adams apple to jump in his throat. 

"Eyes on the road, Munson. We have a destination to get to." You say as you push your skirt up to your hips, exposing your bare mound. 

He begins to drive faster, more frantic, in search of something. "I have one destination in mind, and thats between your legs."

At the first clear opening, he yanks the van onto the side of the road, throws it in park and climbs in the back with you.

"Damn, couldn't wait any longer?"

"I've already waited for months. I don't want to waste one more minute."

Without preamble, he dives his head between your thighs, getting his tongue on you in record time.

"Wow there, you weren't kidding." You get out on a breathy moan. 

He's lapping at you with vigor for a few moments before he adds one finger, then another when the first slides in with ease. 

"You're so wet and ready for me."

"I am *so* ready, I want you inside of me yesterday!"

He groans against your lower lips and then slides himself up your body, holding you with his eyes like a predator sizing up its prey. 

"I have wanted you for so long, and I promise I will make up for this later. . ." He begins to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. "...but I can't be gentle this time." 

You reach behind you to undo your bra. "I don't want you to be."

His lips meet yours in a fierce kiss, consuming both of you as if existing next to each other is not enough, but the goal to crawl inside one another to meld as one.

He reaches down to line up his tip to your entrance, as your legs wrap around his waist. He begins to slide in as you gasp, moaning his name. 

"Eddiiiiie, fuck!"

He wraps your legs higher, creating friction against your clit and angling himself to slide in against your gspot.

"You feel so damn good. So wet for me, princess. You ready to take all of it?" He slides in another inch for emphasis.

"I'm yours, just take me already. Mark me as yours from the inside out."

He attached his lips to your neck licking and biting down as he thrusts all the way in, fully seated against you. There's pain that's overcasted by pleasure at his size stretching your channel to the brim. You're breathless, the wind knocked out of you for a second before your heels on his ass implore him to move. He begins with long, deep strokes, creating a gorgeous friction by fucking you into the floor of his van. 

Nerves begin to bundle and tighten in your core, the tell tale sign of your orgasm building. Heat  pools in your lower torso as his strokes come faster and less deep. A fervor coming over him as if being inside of you isn't enough. He has to live in you there, plant a seed and grow from your depths.

His faster strokes are accompanied by dirty mutterings in your ear. Him calling you his whore, how you take him so well. That you don't even care that he's bare inside you like a dirty slut. That he wants to take all that is dark inside of you and paint it his shade of white.

You're so close to your peak, you can feel it just out of reach. There's a moment of realization accompanied with a fantasy you've kept buried in the recesses of your mind. Rearing its little head now, taunting you. Asking you to take your kink out to play. 

"Eddie, I need-"

"Baby, say it. I've got you. Give me all of it. Give me more"

Emboldened by his words, you stare him dead in the eye, unfaltering. 

"Take out your pocket knife."

A wicked grin with shades of measured darkness crawls across his face. Without loosing a beat, his hand digs into the pocket of his pants, and presses on the side of the handle releasing the blade.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, continuing his measured strokes, with an added pressure from your hips matching pace. 

"Knick my tongue, just a little bit for a couple drops." You stick yours out in offering. He hesitates for a moment, a glimmer in his eyes before doing as asked, creating a small crimson pool in the middle of your tongue. 

The bronzed copper taste infiltrates your mouth as you moan deeper than you have this evening, something primal digging itself out of you. 

"Now you."

He groans, as his hips momentarily stutter against yours to slow his pace just barely so that he can cut his own tongue. A matching red emerges in his mouth as you drop the knife to the side of you and pull him in for a kiss, your blood mixing together to create a heady combination of you both now joined in another way to live inside each other, to share each other for he is yours and you are his. 

You moan into the kiss, feeling animalistic need growing inside of you, and emitting a growl from the back of his throat as your legs tighten around him to push him into you faster, feeling your climax coming higher. 

Savoring the mingling of your blood before pulling back, you say, "Fuck me harder. Bruise me. Crawl inside me and paint me *yours*" you growl at him. 

He grabs onto your hips, yanking you to him in a frenzy of hips smacking, and skin burning with need. He fucks you onto himself as a roar begins to erupt from his chest as he pounds into you, his release pulsing inside you. Brushing you with white, and creating a space where you can hold him within, settled at home for as long as you wish.

You come as brightness explodes behind your eyes with Eddie's blood in your mouth and his cum inside of you. Marking you as his, you taking it in as if there was any other way to be. Mingled somewhere between the blood and the cum is the feeling of a new beginning following an ending of two, now one.