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The road they’re on is empty - a backcountry road rarely used now that the highway runs along the coast and between the towns dotting the area. There was only one other car she saw the whole drive out to the Ranch that morning, and she hasn’t seen a single one since they’d been on the road back toward Seymour’s Bay.
This works in her favor, really. As much as they tend to lose control of themselves in rather public places, like restaurant bathrooms, she knows Zeke much prefers that no one actually witnesses their more intimate moments. She doesn’t particularly care for being seen either, but she can admit there is something rather thrilling about pushing that boundary of almost being caught that gets her going.
It’s this thrill that has her quietly unbuckling her seatbelt - and thank goodness Zeke’s truck is older and doesn’t light up or beep incessantly when that happens - and sliding sideways towards the center console. Her boyfriend doesn’t notice; he’s always so careful driving when she’s riding with him.
He does notice, however, her hand sliding up his thigh. His own drops to grasp it, surely thinking she’s trying to hold his hand, but she shakes him off, moving determinedly towards his crotch. Her fingers tug at his belt buckle, sliding the leather through the metal with a quiet thwip .
“T…” Zeke’s hand falls on hers again, stilling her movements. “Whatcha doin’ baby?”
“Nothing, “ she lies, blinking up at him innocently from behind her glasses. She shakes his hand off again, nimbly releasing the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper carefully - her boyfriend is known to go without boxers on occasion and she certainly doesn’t want to accidentally catch his skin. Particularly the skin in this particular area - that would keep them from being intimate while he heals and frankly, Tina is certain that she would combust and die if she didn’t get to have him in her at least once a week.
Dramatic? Sure. But also true.
“Don’ seem like nothin’,” he grunts out, but keeps both hands firmly on the steering wheel now, apparently deciding to let her carry on. She grins, arching her neck to kiss his cheek as her hand reaches in and frees his cock. She slides her hand down the length of it slowly, grinning at his soft hiss. He’s beginning to harden in her grip, and she pulls her hands away briefly to slick her palms with saliva.
The glide of her hand made easier, she concentrates on pumping his cock until he’s fully hard, precum beading at the tip. His knuckles are white on the wheel, and she can see the tightness in his jaw - from forcing himself to look at the road instead of her, she’s sure.
Slowly, she takes off her glasses - having them slide down is not really the sexy vibe she’s going for - and sets them in the cup holder.
“I really enjoyed our date, you know,” she says casually, tightening the hand fisted around his dick on the next up-slide, biting her bottom lip when he groans.
“I’m… mmph …glad, T-Bird,” he huffs in reply. “Jus’ wanna make ya happy.”
“Hmmm, and you do,” she tells him, “but I’m still feeling a bit…thirsty.”
“Thirs…fuck!” She grins around his cock, laving the underside of the tip with her tongue before lowering her head further down. She can’t quite fit all of him in her mouth - the butthead doesn’t let her get much practice - but her fist works the inches at the base to make up for it.
She feels his fingers twist in her hair, but he doesn’t pull her off, surprisingly. “Fuck, T, baby,” he groans, whatever he was going to say falling away as she swallows around him. She bobs her head, tonguing his length and letting her teeth gently graze his skin. Her boyfriend is cursing up a storm above her, mixed with variations of her name and praise for how good she’s making him feel. Her free hand drifts to his balls, scratching lightly, grinning when she feels him shiver.
She hums around his length, hollowing her cheeks and sucking . Zeke’s fingers tighten in her hair, his hips twitching with the urge to thrust. He’s close - he always loses grip on his control just a little when he’s close to cumming. One day she hopes to get him so crazed he loses it all and fucks her mouth like she knows he wants to. As it is, she usually has to trick or surprise him to get her mouth on him for any length of time at all. He’s reassured her multiple times it’s not because she’s bad at giving head, but more that it’s too good. Lifelong fantasy come ta life, baby , he’d said.
He’s embarrassed how quickly it makes him come, but she thinks it’s cute - and it gives her a nice ego boost. Besides - he knows how to play her like a fine-tuned instrument to get her off in minutes. Why shouldn’t she get to return the favor?
Concentrating on breathing through her nose, she swallows another inch of him, bobbing her head and rolling his balls in her hand. The truck jerks to the side, the motion shoving him further into her throat and making her gag. He throws the truck in park seconds before he’s coming into her mouth and down her throat, fingers clenching in her hair and groaning her name.
His fingers go lax in her hair and he slumps back against the seat. She swallows and eases his cock from her mouth, licking him clean as she goes. She sits back in her seat, fishing a napkin from the glove box to wipe her mouth. Zeke turns his head to face her, pouting. She’s sure her expression is that of the cat who got the canary…or cream, in this case, but he does not seem all that amused or enamored with her spontaneous blowjob.
“Oughta spank you fer that, T,” he grumbles, and she laughs.
“Punishing me for giving you an orgasm?” she retorts, arching a brow. “That’s a new one.”
“Fer almost makin’ us crash,” he replies, “and fer makin’ me cum in yer mouth. You know my cum's s’posta go in yer pussy an’ nowhere else.”
“Mmm.” She hums, arching her back in a stretch that drops his gaze to her chest; he misses her hand sliding behind her back to search blindly for the handle to the truck door. “Those are serious crimes, Sir. I can see how punishment might be necessary.” Her fingers find the handle and she grips it, giving him a mischievous grin. “But you’ll have to catch me first!”
She throws the door open, turning and hopping down out of the truck - thankfully, not rolling her ankle like the last time she jumped from his stupidly-tall pickup. She hears his door opening as she slams hers shut and turns to run around the bed, figuring he’ll go around the front since it’s a shorter distance. She’s already laughing as she takes off; he’s going to catch her, with those long legs and wrestling muscles, and she’s going to enjoy the hell out of every minute when he does.
But she does love making him chase her for it.
And he loves to chase - she can hear him laughing and calling after her, echoes of his words at 13 about getting her. She rounds the bed of the truck, shrieking when she sees him barreling towards her along the driver’s side. He must have anticipated she’d anticipate him going around the front, the sneaky jerk!
She backs away quickly, turning when she thinks she’s gotten far enough from his advancing form to do so without getting caught up in his arms. She runs back the way they’d come from, enjoying the breeze on her face and the stretch of her muscles from the exercise.
She makes it less than five feet before Zeke’s arms are wrapping around her middle and lifting her off the ground. She squirms, laughing as he tosses her over his shoulder - giving her a fantastic view of his ass.
“Now yer gettin’ spanked for slamming the truck door and runnin’ away on top o’ the other stuff,” he grumbles at her, giving her jean-clad butt a solid pat when she starts giggling. He does hate when people slam the doors of his truck - he and Louise fight about it at least once a week.
If she did it on purpose to rile him up more, well…he doesn’t need to know that.
She hears the creak of the tailgate lowering, and then finds herself being bent over the protrusion. Zeke steadies her as she finds her footing, but keeps her in position with a firm hand on her lower back. Once she’s got her feet on the road, his hand on her back is lifted, and he is sliding something soft under her head for her comfort - his hoodie, she’s pretty sure.
He presses a kiss to the side of her head. “You good?” he asks, and she smiles softly at him.
“Very,” she replies. “Green light, all the way.”
“Good. Don’ forget ta count.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replies, humming happily at his quiet groan.
Another glance of his lips to her cheek and his warmth disappears from the length of her. She feels his fingers at the waist of her jeans, deftly unbuttoning them and tugging down the zipper. He yanks the pants over her hips and down her legs to pool at her ankles. A pull on her panties settles them to rest under the curve of her ass, and then his hands are there, one on each cheek caressing her skin.
She shivers in anticipation, wiggling her hips to remind him to get the show on the road already. His usual worshipful caress is nice, and she loves the care and reverence he has when he’s touching her, but right now she wants to play . Hard and rough and dirty. She wants him to lose control.
She arches her back, biting her bottom lip to hide her grin when his hands stop their gentle petting. One hand falls back onto her lower back, and she waits, breath caught in her throat.
SMACK.
The air leaves her lungs in a gasp as she keens, arching up on her tiptoes to both get closer and wiggle away.
“O-one.”
SMACK. His hand hits the opposite cheek, and she cries out again, hands scrabbling against the lining of the truck bed.
“Ahhh…two!”
SMACK.
“Fuck!” she squirms, squeezing her thighs together. “Three.”
His big hand soothes the spot he just hit. “Good girl, baby. Yer doin’ so good.”
His hand comes down hard.
SMACK.
She jerks her hips, surprised. She hadn’t even felt him stop caressing her. He clears his throat.
“Four!” she gasps out. “Four, that’s four.”
“Don’ lose count now, T, or I’ll haveta start over,” he warns, voice warm with teasing.
SMACK. SMACK.
Two rain down in quick succession, one on each cheek, and she barely remembers to count them - “f-five. Six, fuck!”
“That’s my good girl.”
Then she’s being lifted into his arms and turned around to face him. She wraps her arms around his neck and he holds her to his chest while he fiddles with something in the bed. Then he’s sitting her down on the tailgate.
Except there's something soft beneath her sore cheeks instead of the bumpy bed liner she was expecting. Craning her neck to look, she realizes he’s laid out a thick comforter for them. Turning back to face him, she reaches up to cradle his cheeks in her hands.
“Hi,” she tells him, pulling his face closer to press her lips against his.
“Hi,” he replies. “You feelin’ satisfied now? Got all tha’ pent-up energy that was makin’ you all twitchy out?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
“No?”
“No. I think I want to go riding again.” Her hand drifts down his chest and stomach to grip him through his jeans.
He grabs her hand, stopping her exploration. “Insatiable lil’ cowgirl,” he grumbles. His hands come to rest on her neck, his lips meeting hers.
Devouring hers. He bites down on her bottom lip and she gasps, groaning into his mouth when she feels his tongue slide against hers. He kisses her ravenously, like he’s been wandering the desert and she’s the first water he’s found in days. She matches his fervor, biting on his lower lip and sliding her tongue against his, sucking and licking into his mouth until she’s breathless. His hand settles against her throat and pushes - gently - to separate their mouths. She goes with a whine.
“I was enjoying that,” she informs him, pouting - internally beaming when his eyes immediately zone in on her protruding bottom lip.
It’s a waste of a celebration. He does not kiss her again, but instead continues his gentle positioning of her body by the hand around her throat, pressing her down until she’s laying back against the blanket, head on his hoodie.
“Me too, but you got to have your fun and now I wan’ mine,” he replies. His hands drift down, over her collarbones, her breasts - with a squeeze, of course - her stomach, down to her hips and along her thighs to where her panties are stretched. He grips the fabric, sliding the black lace-lined cotton down her legs. His knees hit the dirt, and she’s quickly stripped of her shoes, jeans, and panties. Her clothes fly beside her head to land in the truck, making her laugh.
Her giggling is cut off with a hitch in her breathing, caused by the press of Zeke’s lips trailing up thigh as his hands grip her under the knees and spread her legs wide. He wedges his bulk between her thighs, settling her calves on his shoulders. His thumb teases her outer lips.
“Prettiest pussy in the goddamn world,” he mutters, and she flushes, wriggling her hips under his intense gaze. He licks a stripe along her slit and groans. “Tastiest too.”
Her hips buck at the feeling and his arm snakes up between her spread thighs to clamp down on her belly. He licks over her clit, sucking on the sensitive nub until she’s squirming in his grip. He bites down gently, chuckling against her heat when she jumps and groans his name, burying her fingers in his hair. He stiffens his tongue, dipping it in and out of her opening until she’s gushing all over his face. He seals his mouth over her hole and sucks , swallowing her orgasm down as her back arches off the truck bed.
He sets his chin on her mound, gazing up at her from between her thighs with a mischievous grin while she comes down.
“Fuck, Zeke,” she sighs, smiling down at him. “You’re so good at that.”
“Thanks, T.” He smirks at her. “One more,” he declares, and she groans. It quickly morphs into a shriek as he buries his face against her pussy, eating her out like a man starved. One finger begins thrusting in and out of her channel, then a second. His mouth quickly brings her off a second time…then a third almost immediately after.
She is a pile of boneless goo when he comes up from between her thighs. He eases her legs from his shoulders, massaging her hips lightly to help her stretch out the muscles. Standing, he steps between her legs, leaning over her to press a kiss to her lips. He tastes like her juices, and it sends a new wave of arousal through her.
She slides her tongue into his mouth, hands burying into his curls.
He pulls away slowly, nipping at her bottom lip. “Still up for a ride, baby, or did I wear ya out?”
“What an ego,” she teases, laughing when he gestures to how she’s still sprawled out, unmoving. “I’m always ready to ride, thank you very much. I just…need a minute. To make my legs work again.”
“Mmhm, you take yer time darlin’,” Zeke replies, kissing the tip of her nose before flipping down to lie on his back beside her.
“You could help by getting undressed,” she suggests, laughing when he looks down at his body in surprise, as if he’d forgotten he wasn’t already naked. He never re-buckled his belt or buttoned his jeans up after he came in her mouth, just zipped his cock back in its denim cage so it wouldn’t be flopping around while he chased her.
The image of that makes her giggle. Zeke pauses in unzipping his jeans to eye her, smiling down at her with a fond expression. He leans over her and presses a brief kiss to her lips.
“Fuckin’ adorable,” he mumbles, shaking his head and returning to the task at hand - stripping for her. She turns to lay on her side, chewing her bottom lip as she watches the show.
And what a show it is. The once beefy boy has grown to be tall, broad, and muscled all over. Wrestling has given him defined bulk that she could happily spend hours tracing and feeling with her hands…or tongue. He shot up to be ridiculously tall the summer before their sophomore year, and the mullet he once sported has been traded in for his curls on top and shaved at the sides. Less hillbilly redneck, more gorgeous hunk of man that she is lucky to have unrestricted access to.
His boots and jeans join her clothes in a corner of the truck bed. Her eyes drop to his cock on instinct - it’s like a magnet for her, the thickness making her pussy clench around nothing, desperate to be filled with his length. Zeke was her first - and her only - but she’s seen photos and porn clips found on the internet during sleepovers. She has an understanding of what the average penis looks like.
Her man is not average.
He is far and above average, much to her vagina’s delight.
He notices where her gaze is fixed and takes himself in hand, stroking his cock slowly. He hisses as his thumb swipes over the sensitive tip. He’s hard already, and watching his hand slide up and down has her gushing. Feeling suddenly much more energized - and less orgasm-drunk - Tina pushes herself up to sit, then swings her leg over Zeke’s body to straddle him. They both groan when she grinds against his cock (and the hand she’s accidentally trapped with his knuckles brushing against her clit).
He pulls his hand free slowly, fingers dancing against her labia as he goes. She squirms, pouting at his grin, and tugs at the hem of his shirt.
“Off,” she demands, and he complies, sitting up to strip off his flannel and the white t-shirt underneath.
“You next,” he says, sliding his hands under her t-shirt to ruck it up and over her shoulders. She pulls it over her head as his fingers scrabble at the back of her bra - but find nothing.
“Front-clasp, babe.” She frees her breasts and shakes off the bra, giggling when his hands are immediately groping each breast.
“Fuckin’ perfect tits,” she hears him mumble, before his lips are wrapped around one nipple, laving it with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth. He pinches the other, rolling it between his fingers. He trades nipples, sucking and pinching until she’s rocking against his cock desperately.
“You gonna mount up, baby girl?” he asks, laying back but keeping her tits in his hands. “Thought ya wanted ta go fer a ride.”
“Just double checking my saddle,” she retorts, rising up on her knees and reaching between her thighs to grasp his cock and hold it steady. “All oiled up and ready to go now.” She notches the head in her opening, her head falling back at the feel of him invading her. She drops down slowly, whining when he’s fully seated inside.
She pauses, panting for air while she adjusts to the burning stretch of his cock splitting her in two.
Zeke stops his pleasurable torment of her nipples to sprawl back on the blanket, arms spread wide.
“Well?”
“I’m adjusting my seat,” she informs him primly, shifting her hips and smirking when he groans. “It’s important to take time to get comfortable after mounting, especially if the steed is large and the ride may get rough.”
“Tha’s fine, I’ll jus’ be here waitin’ fer you ta ride me like one o’ yer French ponies.”
Tina freezes the slow roll of her hips, staring down at him with wide eyes.
“Did you just…quote Titanic at me? Horse Titanic? Oh my god.” She presses her knees against the bed for leverage, pushing herself up until only the head of his cock rests in her snug opening. “Nope, nevermind. Can’t do it. Can’t ever fuck you again. Oh my god.”
Zeke’s hands grip her hips, yanking her back down on his cock. She moans, grinding her clit against his pelvis.
“Like you could go a day without my dick, darlin’,” he says, voice smug. “Now go on, ya wanted this - ride on, cowgirl.” He slaps her left ass cheek. “Giddyup!”
She jolts, rocking on his cock. “Fuck!” She clenches her pelvic muscles, making him groan. Bracing with her knees on the truck bed and her hands on his pecs, she slides up his cock slowly and then drops down hard and fast. Setting a rhythm, she starts slow before building up speed - walk to trot to gallop to canter, in horse terms.
In fuck terms - she speeds until she’s bouncing energetically on his cock. He shifts his hips and - there . His cock drags against her g-spot with each thrust of his cock and roll of her hips. His hands drift between gripping her hips to help her keep pace and groping her breasts, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. He is still a dork for boobs, her man. Lucky for him, she takes after her mother and has plenty to entertain him with.
Her thighs are burning, the muscles protesting riding Zeke after just spending the day riding horses. They don’t usually get this much of a workout in one day. But she can’t stop - the drag of his cock on her inner walls is too good, her impending orgasm too close.
He can sense it too. Deft fingers caress from the nipple they’d been pulling lightly on to her clit. Her whimpers and moans of pleasure get louder as his thumb rubs circles against the sensitive nub. His middle finger slips into her pussy alongside his cock as she sinks down on him. He adds his ring finger and she freezes, shuddering over him, her nails scratching his chest as she cums on his length. She’s just so full .
“Fuck, Zeke, oh my god!” She slumps onto his chest, thighs shaking. She presses a kiss to his pec, over the red, raised line from her fingernail. “So good.”
“Ain’t done yet, baby,” he reminds her, sliding his fingers free. “Still gotta ride me home. Don’ worry, though, I know yer tired. I’ll help ya along.” His hands grip her hips, using his strength to fuck her on his cock. She feels boneless - but not the least bit guilty about making him lift her dead weight. He’s been saying he needs to work out more lately anyway.
“Tina!” He moans her name, pumping his hips up as he moves her on his cock. “Gonna fill your tight lil’ cunt so good.”
“Mmmm yes please,” she agrees. She arches her neck to give her better access to tongue his nipple, while she clenches her pussy walls around his dick as he fucks into her. It pushes him over the edge - he pulls her flush on his cock, hips jerking up into her as his hot seed pulses into her.
His hold on her hips loosens and he cuddles her to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. They both groan when he shifts and his cock slips free.
“Mmm, ya rode me hard and put me away wet darlin’,” he says. “Ain’t that what they say?”
She shrugs, snuggling closer to him. “I don’t know,” she replies. “But do you know what I say?”
“What?”
She giggles, poking him in the belly. “Save a horse…ride your boyfriend.”
