“Yes. No. Wait.”Fuck, she’s driving me insane.Her breath is hot against my lips, hand skimming the outline of my shaft, her touch a pure tease. “I want you,” I murmur, my voice sounding foreign even to me, rough with need as hunger hums through my veins, vibrating under my skin. I want to get lost in her.
“I want you too. I just want your cock in my mouth first. Do you wanna come down my throat, baby?” Her voice is sex, and her words bounce around in my head.
Absolutely, I do.“I want to make you come.” Those are my words, but I’m lifting my hips so she can pull my jeans down, followed quickly by my boxers.
“Yes or no, Carter. I need your words, and then I need your taste.”Jesus, she’s making consent sexy. My skin is tight, my hands start shaking as I reach out to grab her, pull her to me.
“Yes, yes, swallow my cock.” Her grin is victorious as she leans in to give me another deep kiss.
“Scoot back, I need to fit between your legs.” I comply. She’s taking charge, and I’m here for the ride.
My back is to the cab, the outdoor pillows lining the bed of the truck the smartest thing I’ve done in a long time. She settles between my thighs, her eyes on my leaking dick. When she licks her lips, I twitch. The cold is secondary on my mind when the warm, wet heat of her mouth surrounds me.Fuck Yes.The only light illuminating us is the moon coming up over the mountain behind us, making her creamy skin glow as she starts to slurp and bob—loud, messy and so fucking sexy. My hands are on her head, feeling her as she moves over me, getting lost in the moment.
She pops off and replaces her mouth with a tight fist, looking up at me with her desire soaked eyes and puffy lips. “Where do you want to come, Carter?” I let out a hysterical laugh at her words. I don’t have time for a choice. The tell-tale tingle in my lower spine is alreadygrowing far too quickly. My dick throbs in her hand and she smirks. “Do you want my mouth or my throat? Or should I?—”
“Throat. Throat.” She doesn’t pause to acknowledge my answer, recognizing through years together the precipice I’m on. Becky’s lips stretch wide over every inch of my dick. The heat of her tight little throat convulses over me with a swallow, and then shehums,bringing me over the edge in the longest orgasm of my life. “Yes, yes, yes, swallow me. Mmm….” Her other hand reaches down and latches onto my balls, gently massaging them as they empty into her.
I pull her off of me, and she sputters and coughs, having kept me in her throat that entire time. Her inhales are fast, panting breaths, and she starts mumbling something. When her hands move to her pants I understand her problem. “Did that make you hot, baby? Do you need to come?”
“Yes, now, please.” She drops her leggings and underwear, and suddenly she's sitting on my naked thighs–her wet pussy rubbing against my cock—reaching for my mouth. I give it to her, loving the taste of her mixed with me. I groan into the kiss. With the waiting and teasing and touching over the last few months, I’m so amped up that it takes no time for my shaft to return to its full mast.
“Do you need my cock, Becky? You’re dripping on my thighs.” She’s squirming and rubbing against me. Her need makes me dizzy, blood rushing through my veins, thoughts centering on the hot little thing moaning in my lap.
Instead of answering me, Becky grabs my dick, centering it beneath her before she sinks down onto me. She only gets a little at a time, needing to slowly work me in with slow deliberate lifts and dips. “Get me deep in that tight little pussy. Let me fill you up.” She pants as she does it again, dropping and lifting a little more quickly now. She’s soaked, and it drips down my shaft to my balls. The months have done a number on her too. My hands drift from where they were grasping her hips to her heavy breasts and tight nipples. I pinch them, and she sits fully onto my lap, clenching me. “You like that? Did you wear this silly excuse for a bra hoping I’d pinch your nipples?” She just nods,wordlessly grinding her hips into mine. I shudder as another clench grips my cock.
“I. Want your mouth. Please.”Yep.I bring up my knees to steady her as I lift her shirt enough for me to latch onto one, while my fingers continue to play with the other. Her moves jerk to a stop as a long deep keening falls from her lips. I move one hand back to her waist to hold her up a little as I start pounding up into her, the tight flutters of her pussy squeeze me.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, baby. Squeeze me, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I thrust up into her, holding nothing back as her body pulls a second orgasm out of me in no time at all. With one final thrust, I hold her to me, pulsing my release deep inside of her.
“Shit, Becky, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think to ask about a condom.” She melts into me, her body flush against mine. She says something into my neck, but it’s all garbled. “What did you say?”
I push her up so I can hear her, and she grumps out a simple profound statement before falling back against me while I’m still inside of her.
“I trust you.”
It didn’t take long for us to amp up for round two. She told me she couldn’t get caught before giving in the second time, but I was able to calm her worries with the truth. I know some people, and it’s their land. We were safe. She said the words again, in case I missed it the first time. “Okay, I trust you.”
Perfect.
THE EPILOGUE
CARTER
Two years later
Becky is my beautifulwife. Through my mistakes, through my choices, through the worst summer of my life, I maintained this hope that she would be mine. We just got back from our honeymoon, and school is starting back up in a week. This means that our tradition ison—starting when I get home from work today.
Not long after Taylor left, Trevor approached me again, and I, in turn, approached Becky. She was completely supportive, told me to go for it. When I asked if she wanted to know more about it, she told me, “Unless you want help naming it, which I have a perfect name, I trust you to make a good decision. Just keep me in the loop.”That name? Moron Motors. As apt as that was, especially considering what I’ve learned about the other two morons since that day, we still went with the original name Billy’s parents had. “The Shop.”
Unsurprisingly, she was amazing in her support and belief in me. She always has been. I just lost sight of it in my pride. That night under the stars, the first time we were together since everything happened, Becky played with my necklace while we lay in the bed of my truck, tangled under the blankets I thankfully packed.
“You kept it this whole time.” I looked down to see the ring in her hand.
“Of course I did.” I pulled her into me just a little closer. “You told me you loved your ring, and I love you. It was an easy choice for me to make.” She smiled into my chest, her hand remaining on the ring. Part of me worried I should sell it and give her the money for it, but something made me keep it. Made me want to keep it close to me. I’m glad I listened to my gut.
One year later, not to the day,she’d kill me if I did it on a sex anniversary,and four years after she stumbled into the shop, Becky was wearing a new ring on her finger. A year after that, a few days ago, she finally put her ring back on. This time, I added an inscription to the inside.Always you. Always yours.Our wedding was incredible, a beautiful flower girl and adorable ring bearers, our closest friends and family. Today, she gets to learn what my wedding gift to her is going to be. I have everything for our tradition set up for us at the house, so I just need to pick her up after work to get her opinion. See how she feels.
“You good man?” Trevor asks from the office—his office now Paul’s long gone. Thoroughly sanitized, of course.
