#panic ff

You didn’t even notice it at first. You simply thought it was because he was nervous about hanging out with you for the first couple of times. But after a year of being together it hadn’t stopped, at all.

It got even more intense.

Dodge bit his nails, tortured his bottom lip when he couldn’t get your mouth on either part of your body. When he wasn’t kissing and biting your skin, his teeth were always busy with something else. A pen, a chewing gum, his knuckles.

You teased him about it, he brushed it off nonchalantly saying it was a habit he picked up to quit smoking. You knew Dodge was lying, he was still smoking. You could tell by the smell of smoke lingering on his clothes and tongue.

You didn’t mind, but it annoyed you that he wouldn’t just admit it. Dodge was obsessed with how you felt against his lips, or how you tasted against his tongue. His nonchalant façade wasn’t working on you. You had been able to see right through it, you managed to make him confess he had feelings for you in the first place, after all.

Dodge was hard to crack, but lately he had been opening up, letting loose, adjusting to his life with you in it.

You’re sitting on your bed when he comes in your room. Your knees are folded beneath you, papers and books are sprawled across your bed. You’ve been sending application for college and studying for numerous entering tests for the past week.

You hadn’t seen Dodge in a while and it was painful for the both of you, since you used to spend every day together for the past year.

“Babe” Dodge’s voice is muffled behind the biting of his nail.

You look up, hair falls from your quickly done updo. Your lips curl into a smile and your eyes fidget between his eyes and his habit.

“Stop biting your nails Dodge” it was meant to be a scold, but your tone was light, amused, teasing.

He huffs and kneels in front of your bed, his arm reaching for your thigh. His long fingers poke the bouncy skin of your thigh and you giggle ticklish.

“You’ve been locked in here forever… I miss you” he complains with that look in his eyes that could make you drop everything in your life and do whatever he wants.

Dodge squeezes your thigh with his hand twice, you sigh and run a hand through his hair “I know baby” your finger traces his bottom lip “But you know i have to do this” he groans against your finger.

“Just- give me twenty minutes. I need to-“ he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue hitting your finger while he does so “You know what i need”.

You laugh “You never fully say it though” your head tilts and you take your hand back from his face. His face contorts in a complain, his nose scrunching. His knees are starting to hurt against the hard parquet floor, he doesn’t care. He has to get what he wants.

“I don’t have to say it if you already understand” your eyes roll and you hide another laugh “It doesn’t mean i don’t want to hear it”

Dodge sucks in a breath, his eyes close for a brief moment gathering up the courage. He has never been explicit during sex, he just gets what he wants and you simply let him. It turns you on knowing exactly what he wants. But saying it out loud? That’s something else entirely.

You shift in your position, you sit up straight and wait for him to say the words. Anticipation bubbling in your stomach, you can already feel your underwear growing slicker and slicker.

Dodge’s eyes flick open, he’s torturing his lip and the copper taste invades his mouth.

“I need to taste you” his phrase hangs in the room for a moment, your lips curl up in a silent smile of approval and a strange sense of victory. Your cheeks tint pink and you can tell by how heat spreads through your face.

Making Dodge admit something has always been hard, doesn’t mean you’re not able to succeed every single time.

You push your books and papers off the bed in a swift motion. You lay back, your shoulders hitting the bed frame as Dodge watches your every move.

“That was easy wasn’t it?” you laugh when he shakes his head “So? Can I?” he’s still in the same position as before. He’s whiny, needy, pleading. How could you ever deny him?

“Yes baby, come on up” that’s all it takes for Dodge to climb up the bed. His lips finding yours almost immediately, like magnets. When your lips touch and your tongues meet he sighs relieved that he can finally have you again.

You push yourself against him, almost as trying to mold your body into his. He pushes back against you just as eagerly.

His lips travel to your neck, sucking and biting and making you pull his hair just enough to make him groan against your skin. His covered erection hits your leg and you can feel him growing above you.

He takes your shirt off, his eyes widen when he sees you’re not wearing a bra underneath “What? I wanted to be comfortable” he laughs and leaves a kiss on both of your perky breasts “So you weren’t hopefully waiting i’d show up to see you?”

His tongue circles your left nipple and your hips buckle up. Your eyes meeting his “Yeah, that too” you say breathing out. He smirks against your skin and his mouth travels lower, leaving goosebumps on its way.

Dodge’s lips linger just on the top of your waistband, he looks up at you, asking for permission. Which of course you give, with a nod.

You lift your hips to let him push your shorts off. Your panties have a wet patch around the center, he smirks when he sees it “Overpowering me turns you on?” he teases,his eyebrow shooting up.

“Oh shut up you’re in no position to make fun of me right now” you look at him from above, his breath hits your covered center when he huffs a laugh “Why? ‘Cause i want to eat you out so bad?” his sudden words make your breath uneven and your cheeks even redder. He laughs at your state and starts to trail kisses on both of your thighs.

Your teeth sink down your bottom lip as he dips his mouth lower in you. He kisses your covered sex and you hiss, your hips buckling up once again. He smiles and looks up at you “I know, i know” he licks you through your underwear and you hold tightly on your bedsheets.

Your panties are a mess from his spit and your wetness when he pulls them off of you. He tosses them behind his back. Dodge’s broad shoulders spread your legs apart for him as he stares down at you hungrily “I’ve been waiting to do this again” he says before diving in your cunt.

You aren’t able to say anything back as his tongue dips in your folds picking up your arousal and spreading it around. Every time his tongue hits your clit you let out a cry, your hips shifting upwards to get even more impossibly close to his mouth.

He devours you with fervor, your juices coat his face, dripping down his chin. His eyes are closed, taking his time. Occasionally his gaze lifts up to your face, your parted mouth and your flushed cheeks is all he ever wants to see for the rest of his life.

Your noises fill the whole room, the squelching sound of his tongue is echoing through your ears.

Dodge’s tongue dips inside of you and you pull at his hair tightly making him groan against you “Dodge jesus-“ your chest goes up and down rapidly as he pushes his tongue as deep as he can.

His attention returns to your painfully neglected and swollen clit. He sucks on it and circles his tongue making you whimper loudly “I can’t- it’s too much” you whine, your legs close around him, enveloping his body “Baby you taste so good fuck- Come for me c’mon”

He dips his finger inside of you curling it just how he knows you like it. You squeeze his finger hard, your breath gets heavier. Dodge adds his tongue and it becomes unbearable for you to hold back any longer. You clench around his finger and come coating it of your orgasm. He licks your pussy through it, tasting your juices on his tongue once again. You flinch, too sensitive for it now.

Dodge kisses his way up to you, his mouth and chin shiny. He rests his head against the crook of your neck, hearing how your breath steads by itself. He places a kiss against your neck and breathes out “I’ll never get enough of that”

You giggle and turn to face him. You take in his blown pupils, his red swollen lips and his grin on them “So you’re admitting it”

“Babe i think it was pretty obvious already”

Dating Dodge and working at the same job certainly wasn’t for the weak.

You’d started working at the Dot’s diner as a summer job, something to keep you out of the mess that was your house. Earning money made you feel secure about yourself, even if you didn’t make that much.

Dodge did it all. He served, cooked and cleaned. So when you came in for an interview he could finally let out a breath of relief. The manager hired you in a heartbeat, she could tell that Dodge couldn’t possibly handle everything by himself. He was glad you could help him out.

He didn’t plan to fall in love with you in the process.

It all started very quietly and shy. That’s how it was with Dodge, he always kept to himself. You were a reserved person too so you appreciated his behavior towards you.

He started by making you coffee whenever you had your morning shift, or by stealing some food for you even if you had made it abundantly clear that you had already eaten.

After months of pining and teetering teasing you both finally gave in. Your first kiss happened in the back of the diner while you were both having your smoke break. It was sweet and tender, you can still recall the smokey taste of his tongue twirling with yours while you gripped tightly on his apron.

After that the situation went out of control.

Smoking breaks turned into sex breaks. Wherever you could find some privacy, you’d go at it until you had to go back to work. Adjusting your hair and clothes as you didn’t have Dodge’s cum dripping from your hole at every step you took.

Dodge was a reserved person it’s true, but during sex he seemed like a totally different person. The way he had control and manhandled you as he wanted turned you on more than it should.

Your few co-workers were tired of the constant PDA but you couldn’t help it, every time you were close your hands burned and ached to touch each other. You hoped that the manager hadn’t caught up on that because one of you (or both) could seriously get in trouble and you didn’t want that,especially for Dodge.

Dodge needed his job, he had to work to help out his mom and sister bring some food to the table. You on the other hand were only doing it to get out of the house more, your family was stable financially but you wanted to feel more independent. Plus it kept you out of the constant arguments your parents involved you in.

Working with Dodge was a breath of fresh air. It was tiring, very tiring, but somehow the burn of your feet seemed to dissipate whenever he glanced at you with a smile, or when he’d signal you to sneak outside to kiss your tiredness away.

It was almost perfect, almost.

Dodge was a looker, you knew that. The majority of your costumers were girls trying to get his attention. Short skirts and deep cut shirts flooded your nightmares. They all bought his mysterious loner guy act and he never did anything to clear that title up, you guess he enjoys it.

Most of the girls begging for Dodge’s attention don’t know about you, none of them think a guy like him could be taken,so every single one of them tries to shoot their shot. He is way too nice in declining so they keep coming back.

It’s not like your relationship is a secret, everyone in the diner knows about you two and you make it abundantly clear to let those girls know too,whether it’s by squeezing his side or by hugging him from behind. They simply don’t seem to get the fucking hint.

Your co-workers always tell you when something’s up with Dodge and some girls who won’t leave me alone. Today is one of those days.

Dodge’s taking an order from this red head who won’t stop flattering her eyelashes and touch his arm. She laughs at every word he says and you can feel rage boiling in your stomach as you watch their interaction behind the counter. You torture your bottom lip with your teeth when he comes back with the order.

He talks to you but you can’t hear, you still stare at her like your eyes could burn a spot on her head.

“Y/n? Baby?!” you blink a few times when he waves a hand in front of your face, confused of your behavior “Yes?”

“I said we need to get started on the order for table 4” he repeats putting his pen away in the pocket of his apron “Is that the redhead’s table?” you nudge at her “The-“ he looks at where your attention is fixed on “Yeah, that’s the one”

“You can get her order ready yourself since she enjoys talking to you so much” you cross your arms under your chest as you keep looking at the back of her head, rage fueling your veins. Yes you were being a brat but you couldn’t help it. When it came to Dodge you simply couldn’t control yourself.

You’re jealous of how good she looks under the diner’s lights, when you’re covered in stains and probably smell like stir fry.

Dodge looks at you, the hint of a grin almost spreading on his face “Baby it’s my job to talk to costumers” he’s already having fun watching how jealous you get, which of course makes you even more enraged.

“You think this is funny?” you tilt your head and your ponytail swings with your movement. He bites back a smile and shakes his head “No ma’m. Just doing my job”

“She’s flirting with you…is that also your job?”

Dodge lets a laugh escape his mouth and you glare at him. He coughs and straightens his back “She- I wasn’t”

“Storage room, now” you tell him turning away and walking towards the locked storage room. It’s not time for your break but today’s pretty slow in the diner except for that girl getting in your way and some usual costumers.

Dodge gulps down and looks around him before following closely behind you. You unlock the door and you both get inside. Dodge locks the door behind him before turning to you “Baby we’re not on break we could get in trouble” he walks towards you, the way he backs you to the desk shows no intention of actually going back to work.

“You’re already in trouble” you point out and he smirks “Oh am i now? What exactly did i do to get myself in it huh?” he grabs your chin and tilts your head up staring hungrily into your eyes.

“You’re so fucking oblivious when girls try to flirt with you” you scoff. He bites his lip and hums “I’m oblivious because i don’t care… i only have you in my mind” he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth but you don’t let his words charm your head.

“You’re telling me you don’t ever think about reciprocating?” you ask tilting your head, your quick glance to his lips weakens you for a moment. He immediately shakes his head, pressing his body into yours and holding your hips firmly.

He lowers down his head to your neck, nipping at the soft skin below your ear that makes you squeeze a portion of his large bicep with your hand. He is not getting out of this so easily.

You try to back away but he hovers above you in a way that’s impossible for you to break free. His large hands keep you in place as you squirm “What are you doing?” he asks huffing a laugh and backing away so slightly to look at you.

“I’m still mad” he brushes his thumbs on both of your sides,making you shiver. You hate how your body betrays you so quickly when it comes to him “Let me make it up to you,okay?” his voice is low, almost a whisper as he keeps looking at you with that look you know far too well.

Dodge kneels between your legs, resting his head on your womb as he circles his arms around you. Then he looks up at you from there, his eyes glossy, his lips slightly parted “Sit on the desk” you’re way to mesmerized by how hot and submissive he looks to talk back right now, so you sit on the edge of the desk, your legs automatically spreading to invite him in.

He touches both of your covered thighs with his palms, shifting up and down soothingly until they stop to unbutton your jeans. He slides them down with your help. You can’t believe you’re giving in to his praises.

Or maybe this will help you shake off the nerves crippling on your skin, maybe you should keep advantage of this.

You untie your apron and throw it away in a corner of the room. Dodge’s fingers ghost above the fabric of your panties. He breathes in your scent before sliding them to the side to see you, glistened and swollen.

Your hand goes into his hair, gripping it and pulling him closer as your breath gets heavier and heavier. He teases your folds with his tongue and you whine “Really? Are you trying to make me more mad?”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in your insides “I wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart” he flaps his tongue on you, licking a long stripe that makes you shiver. You keep his head steady by his hair as he sucks on your clit, eyes closed and lost in the motion. The moans that escape you are so sweet they make Dodge’s hips buckle against your leg.

Dodge looks up at you to se your face, your cheeks are starting to tint and your lip is trapped between your teeth. He smiles at the sight and he can’t help but grind again against your leg. You can feel his erection brushing against you and you take advantage of it, moving your leg against him.

He moans while he eats you out, desperately rocking his hips against your leg like a dog in heat. His tongue enters your hole and you gasp as it hits all the right spots that make you squirm. He holds your thighs, spreading you open as he keeps humping your leg shamelessly.

Dodge keeps thrusting his tongue into you and you start to clench around it, the sensation almost too much to keep your orgasm from clashing over you. He starts to pant, you hear it and his tongue gets more sloppy. He’s close, you can tell “You taste so good” he whines “So perfect for me”.

You can’t stop the whimpers coming out of your mouth and you start riding his tongue reaching your release in no time. Your orgasm coats his face and he licks you through it until you stop shaking. His hips continue to buckle up against your leg and he starts to moan louder, his chest moving heavily as you look down at him. The friction almost unbearable to him.

It turns you on how desperate for your touch he looks right now “Are you close?” you ask, he nods eagerly. You lean in and kiss his swollen lips, tasting your release on his tongue. He kisses you back and holds tightly on your leg. When he starts to gasp, you know he’s close so you decide to pull your leg away, robbing him of his orgasm.

Dodge looks at you in shock, frustrated with you “What? Baby please i’m- i’m so close” he whines trying to reach you. You shift away knowing that if he catches you there’s no way you can escape him again.

“You’ll never learn your lesson if i go easy on you” you tell him putting your jeans back on “But- i can’t go back to work with a hard on! Baby please i’ll be good i promise!” he walks towards you on his knees, begging you to touch him “That’s not my problem” you take your apron back from the floor and tie it back on. He stares at you from where he’s kneeling, trying to win you over again with his puppy eyes.

You look down at him “Get up” he quickly does so, his hands finding your hips immediately. His jeans are visibly tented and you laugh “You’re lucky we have to wear aprons” he groans leaning his head against your shoulder.

After yesterday’s events Dodge promised he’s going to try and be more aware of how he acts towards costumers (girls) to not upset you again. The remainders of that day were fresh in his mind, when he had to go to the bathroom to get rid of his painful erection. He thought about how hot you looked when you were mad and that easily got him to finish pretty quickly.

The day after he picks you up with his car to drive the both of you to work “Hey gorgeous” he kisses your cheek when you sit on the passenger seat, you cross your legs and arms “Morning” you say still not giving in, it’s not like you were going to keep being mad but you thought he had to earn his forgiveness somehow.

“You can’t keep being mad at me” he says turning on the engine and driving away “I’m not” you shrug looking out the window “Right” he grips on the steering wheel tightly. The rest of the short drive is quiet, the tension palpable between you two.

You grab a hand mirror from your bag to put a shiny lipgloss on. Dodge’s attention shifts to you and the road as he watches your pouted lips.

He swallows a groan and parks the car in front of the diner “There’s a line already?” you complain while the two of you get out of the car, Dodge twirls the car keys on his fingers and you can’t actually stand how good he looks. You physically drag your feet to the entrance, Dodge keeps the door open for you with his hand. You walk right under his arm and you can smell the cologne you bought him for Christmas.

“Thanks” you say looking up at him “No problem”

After that you basically don’t interact all day, today’s a friday which means you’re too busy to even say more than two words to each other for the rest of the day.

You take orders, clean and serve the dishes as costumers keep coming in and out of the diner. You can’t even pay attention if Dodge actually keeps his promise by dismissing any girl who tries to flirt with him. You wish you could. Just to see the look on their faces when he turns them down one by one. The thought alone makes your tummy rumble.

The staff shortens by the hour and tasks add up to you and Dodge’s workload. Your feet burn and your back hurts and you haven’t had not even half a bite to eat. Dodge can see the exhaustion in every single one of your movements and he wishes he could do something about it.

He struggles to focus on anything else other than you.

Hours pass and only a few costumers are left. The ringing of the bell distracts you from watching Dodge in the kitchen, you’ve always found it attractive when he cocked. You shift your attention to the costumer asking for you. It’s a guy, you think he’s about your age but you’ve never see him around.

He flashes you a bright smile and leans on the opposite side of the counter from you “Hey… are you busy right now?” he asks sending a look back to his group of obnoxiously loud friends. You look at him unbothered and tiredly speak up “Can you not see i work here or the apron’s not enough for you to understand?”

The guys barks out a laugh “Feisty huh? Just my type” you’re weirdly flattered since you’ve been in this clothes since this morning and your hair is probably a mess right now. Unfortunately for the guy still staring at you, Dodge hears it all from the kitchen. He even burns himself on the pan before he decides to storm out the room and take the matter into his hands.

Right when you’re about to reply to that guy’s comment Dodge reaches you behind the counter in long strides, his hand flying to the small of your back “She’s busy” he holds you close his side, you look up at him and hide a laugh, all the tiredness for this never ending day washed away.

“Busy? She wasn’t doing anything” the guy blinks a few times, clearly not getting the hint. You let yourself laugh this time and hide it on Dodge’s shoulder. His grip on you firm, his jaw locked and his eyes serious. You’d be scared if you didn’t know him.

“She’s busy with me, piss off” you bite on your bottom lip and straighten your back, offering a lopsided smile to the oblivious guy on the opposite side of the counter “Wow this is how you treat your costumers?” he huffs.

“If the costumer hits on my girlfriend then hell yeah. I should kick your ass” you pull on his shirt and shake your head “It’s enough” he looks down at you, his brows scrunched together “I haven’t even started” his lips curl into a smug smile and you roll your eyes grabbing him away by his hand.

Dodge follows you, wrapping his hand firmly around yours. You lead the way to the storage room, once again.

Once you’re inside he smirks and backs you to the door, his hand rests on your cheek “You can’t harass costumers like that” you scold him “I can if they’re flirting with you” his thumb brushes your bottom lip and your breath shudders, your heart racing.

“Now- now you know how i feel every day” you lift your chin up and he laughs “You mean when you denied my orgasm yesterday? Cute” he licks his lips and takes a hold of your chin “I should do the same to you right now” his voice is low and challenging, your thighs squeeze together with anticipation “Too bad i’m not as cruel as you” he tilts his head and you scoff and try to look away but his hold on you his too firm “You deserved it”.

“I didn’t even do anything” you roll your eyes “Keep telling yourself that” he smiles “You’re so hot when you get jealous… I jerked off in the bathroom thinking about it just yesterday” he confesses trailing your face with kisses. You swallow heavily and your face heats up.

“You get off on me being distressed?” he leans away and actually laughs at that “I told you all i want is you. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe me” Dodge’s thumb traces your lips. You look up at him and he stares back at you, the hint of a grin still playing on his lips “Prove it” you mutter.

In a matter of seconds Dodge picks you up in his arms, backing you against the door. You gasp in surprise and hold onto the back of his head, pulling him closer. He catches your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue finds yours and they tangle together. He explores your mouth vigorously, letting out small sounds of relief against your lips. His lips trail your throat, kissing, biting and bruising your neck. You pull his hair and moans leave your lips.

“I should fuck you hard against this door…make you remember who you belong to huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asks squeezing your ass against his hands “Yes Dodge- please i need you” Dodge groans against your neck, he can already feel himself leak in his underwear as he drops you down and spins you around.

He bends you over, taking in the nice view of your ass. He unties your apron and cups his hand against your jeans. You look back at him as he does so. You unbutton your trousers and he pulls them down your legs “God baby you look so good bended over just for me” he praises pressing his clothed erection on your ass. He looks down to your panties and notices the wet patch on them, he grins while he slides them off.

“Baby…fuck you’re dripping. This is all for me?” he blows some air in your folds and you shiver, legs trembling as he takes his own clothes off.

You back your hips against him at the sight, any restraint thrown away the minute you stepped into the storage room. Dodge lines himself up with your entrance, waiting for you to consent. You nod and push your hips back to him, he chuckles at your impatience and his length disappears into your heat. He lets out a loud groan watching how his cock enters your tight pussy.

“God baby you never seem to stretch out…you’re always so perfect for my dick” he fucks you hard and fast, hips slapping against each other, the noise filling the quiet room. You hold onto the door since every thrust almost sweeps you off your feet. The hold Dodge has on your hips is bruising, he angles you with ease, knowing exactly how to hit the right spots that make your cry out.

The tip of his dick hits your cervix repeatedly enough to leave a bruise “Dodge” you whimper his name and that only makes him go faster than he can, pounding into you with fervor.

“That’s it baby… i know you can take it” you clench at his words, squeezing his dick so tight he has to slow down to control himself from spilling it all inside you “Fuck” he mutters under his breath.

He wraps his arm around your stomach to pull you to his chest as Dodge keeps fucking you stupid while you rest your back against him. Your legs tremble and you’re a mess, words slurred and moans cried out. You’re sure your mascara is streaming down your cheeks “Oh my god Dodge…” your pussy tightens around him and your nails sink in the skin of his neck while he curses out.

“Damn it baby stop that… i’m gonna-“ he’s caught off by another squeeze of your cunt which makes his eyes almost roll to the back of his head as he tries to hold you back against him and thrust upwards into you “Please baby fill me up i want to feel your cum” your words are enough to send him over the edge.

His cock spills inside of you, steamy ropes of cum filling your insides as he comes panting heavily on your shoulder. Your legs tremble, barely holding yourself up by now. Dodge’s grip on you keeps being firm while he tries to steady his breath. You trail his jaw with kisses and he whines at your touch, his dick throbbing in your heat.

“Am i forgiven from not letting you cum yesterday?” you ask him,turning your head to get a look at him. His forehead is glistened with sweat and his hair is messily spread over it. Dodge huffs a laugh “I haven’t even started”.

You sat at the stool of the Dot’s diner, stirring your straw into your cup. Your face in your palm as small sighs escaped your lips. Dodge noticed, of course he did. His work has always been pretty dull and you coming here was interesting for him enough. You’re no news to him. He knows you. Not personally of course. Just some hallway talks around high school that says you’re a freak and a slut. Nothing he hasn’t heard for himself too before, except for the slut part.

You have some classes together, but it’s not like you guys actually acknowledge each other. I mean yeah he has been curious about you, the only other freak in Carp high (that he knows of, of course). He’s curious as to how she got that title, he’s sure that’s a sensitive topic though.

She looks so pitiful in her white sweater, her short pleated skirt and a ponytail that gives a great view of her neck. He swallows while filling up a costumer’s cup, almost spilling it because he’s so distracted by you.

When almost half an hour passes since she was here, still alone, still looking miserable, he decides to talk to her. He approaches the part of the counter where she’s sitting with the excuse to clean something. God he feels ridiculous. “You know your glass is empty right?”

Her gaze shoots up at him, her big eyes staring at him. Almost like she can’t believe that he sees her “Do you need a refill?” he asks gently. She shakes her head, her ponytail swinging “No it’s fine i was just leaving” but she doesn’t really move, she keeps looking back at the entrance, but no one’s coming in.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been stood up” he means to be joking but deep down he’s afraid that’s the truth. She huffs an embarrassed laugh, still playing with the straw, the ice cubes are all completely melted “It’s fine, probably another guy that loves to play pranks on the freak girl”

He bites his lip, guilty that his words struck a nerve “Sorry i didn’t actually think-“ he gets cut off “No it’s okay, you couldn’t have known” she looks up at him and tries to sound reassuring, but she’s really not. The time of closing is already approaching and he doesn’t want her to leave just yet.

“I’ll tell you what” he starts saying, her curiosity quirks up “If you hang around until every body else leaves, we could steal two slices of pies” her head tilts at the proposition. An amused smile tints her lips “What kind of pie?” she asks raising an eyebrow “Cherry”.

As people and personnel start to leave she helps Dodge clean up. He was alone today, the other waitresses were sick or something. At least that’s what he told her. He said it was okay because it was a slow day anyway “How can you do this every day?” she sits on the stool exhausted from wiping every table. It’s not like he asked to help, she wanted to. He was going to give her pie! She thought it was only fair. He shrugs “You get used to it” he closes the register. It’s so quiet in the diner, even the cooks went home.

He grabs two paper plates and places one slice of cherry pie each “Come here” he gestures for her to get behind the counter “Is this even allowed?” she asks reaching him “Not really, but no one’s here to tell me you can’t” he hands her the plate. She mouths a “thank you” and they sit on the floor, behind the counter. She takes a bite and closes her eyes leaning her back against the hard counter material “This is good even if it’s a day old” he chuckles “Our cooks are that good”

“Are you sponsoring the diner your work for right now?” she jokes, he takes a bite and with his mouth full he says “No i hate this place”. That makes her laugh and she brushes some crumbs off her shirt. He finds her laugh endearing, it’s almost music to his ears. They eat quietly until he asks “Why do you agree to go on dates with douchebags?”. She looks at him, placing her plate above her legs and gives him a shrug “They don’t seem like douchebags until they stand me up” he sighs, he doesn’t want to seem like he pities her, which he does. But he understands that could upset her “You should know he’s a douchebag if he brings you here for a first date”.

Their knees brush and neither of them move. His words are so sweet it almost makes her heart clench. Not many people are nice to her but he makes her feel somewhat seen, and that doesn’t happen to her often. She looks away to take a bite of the discarded pie on her lap, he keeps looking at her “It’s not so bad here” she brushes the crumbs off again, he looks at her slim fingers and how they move “It is for a first date” he comments.

“Yeah? Where would you take your date?” he blinks at that question, he thinks about it for a moment and then speaks “To the rodeo” she laughs shaking her head “You’d bring your date to the rodeo?” she can’t believe what he just said “Yeah what’s wrong with that?” he genuinely doesn’t understand why she’s making fun of him “I’d bring her to watch me ride of course, that’s how they fall in love with me” he explains in such a seriousness that her laugh grows “Okay cowboy”

“Whatever” he mutters and takes a bite of pie finishing it while she’s still giggly “So you bring them to the rodeo and they fall to your feet?” she’s teasing him now, his cheeks are a light shade of pink which she finds extremely cute. Making Dodge Mason actually blush is not something that happens every day and she can tell by how he places on hand on his cheek, he probably feels warm too. He clears his throat with a cough “Sometimes” he tries to take back the confidence he had before.

He hates being vulnerable in front of people. He usually has control and she’s making it falter a little bit. She nods at his answer “Would you bring me?” her voice is quiet and careful “To the rodeo?”. He leans his back against the counter, his long legs straight ahead of him, he tilts his head to her direction “Only if you don’t make fun of me”. Her lips curl into a smile and she shakes her head slightly “There’s nothing to make fun about. I bet you look real good doing what you like” her voice is soft like silk and it goes straight to his brain. He holds back a grunt and looks straight ahead of him,to the closed counter’s drawers, he notices that the wood is chipped. He swallows, his Adam apple bobbing up and down.

She takes his silence in, she doesn’t know how to explain it though. Did she say something wrong? When she’s about to open her mouth to speak he beats her to it “I’d take you to the stables after” he continues his little fantasy “I’d show you my horses and then i’d kiss you behind the barn”. Her breath hitches at his words. He keeps looking straight ahead of him so she stares at his perfect side profile. His defined jaw, his perfect nose.

“That sounds nice” she manages to say in a whisper. He turns his head so he can look at her. His regained confidence and composure are an attractive look on him. Now she’s the one looking like a mess. Her cheeks fully flushed, some hair sticking out from her ponytail, her thighs firmly squished together. He notices everything “Maybe,if you’d let me, i’d be with a hand between your legs after some begging from you” he pushes an escaped strand of hair behind her ear and a whimper comes out from her lips “I’d like that” she swallows looking straight at his eyes. His lips curl into a smirk “Of course you would” his fingers trail her jaw. His tone is cocky. He already has her wrapped around his finger.

“Dodge” she licks her lips and her gaze keeps flipping back from his eyes to his lips. He gets off from the effect he’s having on her “Sssh princess, i’ll give you what you want” his thumb brushes her bottom lip, he lingers it above her lips until she takes his thumb in her mouth and starts sucking it, twirling her tongue around it.“Goddamnit” he watches her with his eyebrows pinched together as she works on his thumb. The thought of these pretty plump lips around his cock makes it twitch inside his underwear. He takes his thumb out of her mouth and he kisses her. Hard and deep, his tongue sucking on hers without any mercy.She lets out a few moans just from that and he can only imagine how sensitive she’s going to be when he touches her.

“Will you suck my cock like you sucked on my thumb,pretty girl?” he asks when the pressure inside his boxers is unbearable. She nods and quickly unbuttons his jeans, he helps her push them down with a fast motion. The skin of his slit peeking from his blue boxers. She palms him through his underwear and he lets out shaky moans “Take it baby, it’s yours” he lifts his hips up to help her take off his underwear. When he’s bare in front of her she can’t help but to stare at him. The way it’s big and has enough girth. How it rests on his stomach, some pre-cum leaking from it.

She swallows one more time and finally wraps her hand around it, she gathers some spit to have some friction “Fuck that’s so hot” he thrusts his hips up. She lowers down to give some slow kitten licks to his tip, she tastes the saltiness of his pre-cum. He throws his head back in pleasure, the sounds he makes are so hot it makes her cunt clench around nothing. She tries to take him all until it hits the back of her throat, her eyes water and she gags a little but that doesn’t stop her. She bobs her mouth up and down fast, his big hand grips on her ponytail guiding her. His hips thrust up involuntarily, he wants to fuck her mouth but he can’t make out any words to tell her.

Her hand catches his balls and massages them, he thrusts up again, hitting the back of her throat “Sorry” he breathes out with a whine when he hears her gag. She hums around his length and the heat from his stomach travels down, chasing his release “Baby i’m gonna- shit” he comes in her mouth before he can say anything else. She swallows as much as she can. He doesn’t taste half bad, it’s strangely sweet and she doesn’t mind. She cleans him up some more and she sits up again “That was the best head i’ve ever gotten in my life” he kisses her tasting himself on her tongue. He moans into the kiss when she straddles him. His soft cock regaining his hardness.

He feels her damp panties grinding on his length, the skirt she was wearing doesn’t do any work as a barrier between them. He hisses at the feeling of her cunt pressing against him “I want you” she kisses his neck, planting some sloppy kisses “Grind against me a bit more sweetheart” his hands are firm on her hips, guiding her movements “Just like that, God you feel so good” she moans against his neck, every movement causes her clit to slide against his lower belly. She moves faster on him, gripping his shoulder tightly. Her reddened lips are parted and soft sounds come out of them “You want me inside you?” he bites her lobe “Yes, Dodge please i need you” she sounds desperate, she’s aware but she couldn’t care less right now.

He slides his hand down to play with her a little bit. He wants to feel how wet she is for him. He pushes her panties to the side and he slips a finger inside of her, twirling it “Ride it how you would ride my cock” those filthy words whispered to her and ear click immediately in her mind as she pushes herself against his finger desperately. The whimpers coming out from her mouth and the sound of her wet pussy is enough to make him grunt and leak again “So fucking hot for me” he bites down his lip a he watches her ride his finger hopelessly. When he takes his finger out of her she makes a complaining sound feeling so empty. Her pussy clenching around nothing once again.

He kisses his cheek “You’re ready baby, ride me” he keeps her panties pushed to the side as she prepares to slide his cock inside of her. She sinks in slowly, adjusting to the stretch. She keeps holding tightly on his shoulder. Both of their lips are parted, shaky breaths coming out of hers, moans coming out of his. “You’re doing a great job sweetheart” he kisses his temple “You’re so tight for my cock” she can’t help but whimper at his words. When she pushes it all inside she sits on it, taking a moment to adjust to the stretch “You okay?” he wants to make sure she’s not in pain, he puts the same strand of hair from before behind her ear.

“Yeah sorry you’re just a bit bigger than i thought” her face is fully flushed, he laughs cocky “Don’t flatter yourself too much” she adds but he keeps chuckling in response. He lifts her skirt to watch where their body meet and he lets out a small sigh. Her pussy is red and swollen. “You ready to move?” he asks looking back up at her “I think so” she circles her hips around him and that causes a moan from both of them. His hands are steady on her hips, his thumb stroking her sides.

She starts going up and down, letting his length feel all of her at once. He groans lifting her skirt again to see “Fuck” he whines. She begins riding his dick at a faster pace. Hips slamming against his. He takes her white sweater off to see her breasts. Her lacy pink bra has a bow in the middle. When he unclasps it he almost growl at the sight of her bare perfect tits in front of him.He latches his tongue around her nipples. It makes her ride him faster and hold on his hair. He moans around her nipples “Fuck, Dodge keep doing that” her eyes squeeze and her tone is pleading.

He gives some attention to the other nipple, twirling and sucking his tongue around it. Her pussy squeezes his cock while she rides him sloppily feeling so close to her release. His cockhead hitting that sweet spot repitedly “You’re close baby? You’re gonna come squeezing my cock so tight?” his voice in her ear makes her release reach her faster milking his cock until she’s left breathless “Fuck sweetheart you’re so perfect,you did so well” his own breath his shaky now, he keeps thrusting up into you as you try to catch your breath laying your head on his shoulder.