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Frank’s truck rumbles as it pulls into the parking lot. The time on the clock says 3:41am. A late night, but he’s used to that by now. His headlights cut through the slight fog that’s been building up. In the flashlight as he’s parking he spots you sat on the curb waiting for him. You’re in one of his hoodies again, you need them to cope with how uneven seeing him is. How few and far between.
He parks the truck and gets out of the car. You semi sprint over
“Frank!” You call.
He chuckles “hey baby” he says opening his arms as you run into them, wrapping his arm around your back and using the other to pick you up by your ass, spinning you slowly a few times, his grip firm and possessive. He presses a lingering kiss on your forehead “you miss me?” He said gruffly
“Mmmhmmm” you says nodding enthusiastically and yawning
He laughs “yeah I missed you too baby” he says placing you down gently but leaving his arm around your hips “I’m sorry this is a quick one, I only got a few hours between stops”
“I don’t mind I’m glad you still stopped for me” you say softly
“Of course, always, are you hungry? You wanna go to Percy’s Place?” He smiles.
You nod happily.
“Awesome, let's go!” He says holding your waist tightly as you walk towards the diner. But not before his other hand swings down firmly, smacking your ass. Hard.
“Ow! Frank!” You whine grinning
“What?” He says quickly doing it again!
“Stop it!” You pout pushing him softly
“Oh? Getting feisty are we?” He growls softly, squeezing your waist that little bit more. “Come on baby let’s go I’m hungry”
The diner is one of those old, 24/7 roadside places with chipped mugs and a jukebox that hasn’t worked right since the ‘90s. Frank walks in with a hand on the small of your back, claiming space like he always does. You slide into the usual booth you two take, and he orders for you without asking.
“I got it, I know what you like” he says not even letting you do it, “they’ll have the Buttermilk Pancakes with strawberries and chocolate chips, with a cherry cola, and I’ll have the Vegan breakfast burrito with a hash brown bowl and a large glass of Diet Coke” passing back the menu to the waitress without even looking at it. He grins at you sitting back, relaxed, one arm slung across the back of the booth, fingers brushing your shoulder like he can’t stop touching you even for a minute. His eyes bore into yours while you’re waiting for food, you know that look, you know it’s not going to be long before he’ll want to have his way with you especially if he’s on the road again in a couple hours.
Everyone at the diner knows Frank. It’s not just the staff, it’s the whole place he always comes here with you, it’s his favourite place, he’s always getting discounts too, he’s been coming here since he was a teenager, more recently he’s been showing up once or twice a month, always at weird hours due to his job, however, always with you, they don’t know you that well, but they’ve seen you enough, and more importantly, they see how he treats you, the way he opens doors, pulls out chairs, keeps you close like the world might try to take you if he doesn’t. But around here, that’s all anyone needs to know.
The waitress, Marlene, silver hair in a messy bun and a permanent smudge of eyeliner, serves us after about 10 minutes of waiting “You back in town, big guy?” She says serving his huge burrito and hash brown bowl.
“Yeah only for tonight, back out at 6:30 just passing through” he smiles but deep down he’s a little sad
“Aww that’s a shame” she says now serving your meal as well. “I’ll give you 15% off it’s not an easy job”
“Thanks Marlene” he smiles
“You’re welcome, now enjoy! Both of you” she smiles walking off
Frank wastes no time absolutely devouring his food. You eat like a mouse taking small happy bites. But the man opposite you eats like the most ravenous man ever. He scoffs down every mouthful spilling crumbs and sauce on his black top, easier to hide the evidence but you can always see it.
He makes little grunts as he scoffs everything within 13 minutes. Wolfing it down and downing his Diet Coke.
“Shit, that was needed!” He says, wiping his mouth. “You got half your plate left? Jesus Christ baby come on!” He smiles giggling
“I’m going as fast as I can!” You insist, eating your pancakes happily.
“You ok though? You look tired darling” he says going from playful to concerned.
You roll your eyes, but there’s no malice in it, you know he notices every little detail about you. It’s always like this. He’s gone for stretches, but when he’s home, he sinks back into your life like he never left. There’s a protectiveness in him that borders on fierce, not controlling, just constant. Like you're the only peace he’s ever had, and he’ll do anything to keep you safe in it.
“I’m fine-it’s hard sometimes, when I’m sleeping in your house on my own” you confess.
He winces and takes your hand and kisses it a few times softly “I’m sorry, I know I’m away a lot and for long periods, but I fucking love you, and only you, that’ll never change, I miss you so fucking much when I’m away, so much, but you’re my baby I’ll always come around for you, if you’re sick, bed ridden, in pain, I’ll fucking climb out that truck and not look back” he says kissing your fingertips softly and gently “you’re my everything” he smiles softly
Your eyes soften, you know how much he loves you, in fact you adore it. To be taken care of in such a way.
“Now fucking hurry up and eat I’m getting inpatient” he mumbles growling slightly
You squirm a little in your booth, he wants you and he’s not gonna wait much longer for it. You eat as fast as you can but still slow by his comparison. After about 20 minutes you push your plate out stuffed.
He hums. “Good, let's pay and go” he said, calling over for the bill. You go to get your phone out but he looks down right offended by it.
He scoffs loudly “You’re mine,” he says, taking your phone and putting it in his pocket gently, not unkind, just firm. “I take care of you. That’s the deal.” You go to speak but he raises his hand up “baby, I said no don’t offend me now, I’m never letting you pay a dime”
You settle knowing better than to push it, he’s always followed through on the promise you’ll always be taken care off when you’re with him. He quickly pays and you two stand up to leave.
As we do, you catch something out of the corner of your eye. A woman at the counter, maybe in her late forties, doing a bad job of hiding the way her gaze flicks between you two. It's not subtle. A slow sip of coffee, then another glance, that tight little frown that says she wouldn't let her child date a man that much older than her.
Age gap radar. Happens sometimes, not always, but enough. But you’re 24, you're in your mid twenties you’re a full grown adult, who gives a fuck!
She shifts slightly in her seat, but before she can say anything, Frank notices. He doesn’t turn all the way, just glances over his shoulder, slow and deliberate. “You need something?” he asks, voice low but unmistakably sharp. Not loud, not rude, just final. The woman startles, mutters something about her toast, and looks away fast. He turns back to her, jaw still set, eyes softer now. “Ignore it,” he says. “They don’t know a damn thing about us.”
He reaches over and curls his hand around yours , thumb brushing your knuckles. “Let ‘em look. I didn’t come here to impress anybody. You’re mine. That’s all that matters.” He says walking out
You lean into his side, and he wraps his arm around you automatically, tucking you close. “C’mon,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding. “Let’s get in the truck.” He says it like a promise, not a suggestion. There’s something shifting in him now, the playfulness fading into something heavier, hungrier. You can feel it in the way his hand settles on your waist, possessive. You don’t need words. You already know what’s coming. And you want it.
Frank walks quickly back to his truck, almost dragging you with his hand. After a short walk you arrive. He opens the truck door for you “Get in” he says, he’s not asking. He helps you in pushing you up by your ass.
“Ugh Frank” you groan at the state of his truck. wrappers, cans of Diet Coke, his shorts and hoodie, it’s a little dusty too.
“Did I ask you to judge my living? Get your ass into the back. Now” he says, climbing in and locking the doors. He crawls behind his seats and behind the little curtain to a very small bedroom. He has a small single bed with some shelves, a lamp and a tv hanging up by the bed. That’s all the room he has.
You climb onto his bed. He pulls the curtain, climbing on top of you and pinning you down. You can feel him hardening for you.
“I’ve been waiting all fucking night for you” he says before crashing his lips into yours. His tongue forces and pushes its way into your mouth he grabs your hips tightly, squeezing down on them to keep you in place. His dominance isn’t theatrical, it's solid, unwavering. He touches you like he owns you, but with reverence. Every move is confident, he knows exactly how you fit against him. You moan and he swallows it gladly. Rubbing his hand from your hip to your neck, squeezing softly.
He then kisses your lips, down to your cheek then jaw. He’s sloppy and quick. He moves down, finding that sweet spot on your neck before he sucks it and bites it hard. You writhe in pleasure, but his hand keeps you firmly pressed against him. His kisses are sloppy, he sucks your neck hard, he’s leaving a bruise. Deliberately
“Mine” he growled “mine mine mine” he groaned. “Don’t need anyone else looking at you while I’m gone, gonna mark you up real nice baby” he growls
You moan in bliss, he knows your sweet spots. It’s not long before his hips buck against you, dry humping your thigh firmly and with intent. He’s as hard as a rock, you can feel his length pushing against you. Again. You moan, you love how it feels, you love his dick rubbing up against you how turned on it makes you. He growls again, “fuck you’re so fucking hot” he groans leaning up to look at his handy work on your neck. He grins moving your neck around “perfect” he says taking out his phone and taking a picture of your neck “I’ll be needed that when I crave you on the road” he groans. “Now, be good for me and stay there” he says firmly sitting up.
He strips off quickly. His broad and bare tattooed body is on display. You bit your lip. You love how he looks, how big and hot his back is, all the tattoos, all over him. Every inch, you fucking love it. You catch his eye and he smirks “yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, love how I look, nod, do it”
“Yes,” you whisper. “I love it so much,” you say, biting your lip.
He scoffs “of course you do” he says lying down on the bed opposite you. Spreading his thighs wide his dick hanging out in front of you. He looks into your eyes, you never need to ask what he wants. He’s always going to tell you. His voice is all gravel and heat, and you’ll obey not because you have to but because you want to.
“Suck” he commands. He’s not asking, he’s telling you. You crawl over. He grabs your head pushes you down as his eyes roll and he lets out a deep groan “fuck” he groans out holding his hand in your hair, guiding your head as he so pleases. You suck and lick all up and down his dick, going up and down as best you can
“Good, Good, let go, don’t think about it, make it nice and sloppy for me I want it messy” he says groaning again. He waits until you’re comfortable before pushing you down inch by inch, he wants you at the base, he’s going to make sure you get there. “That’s it, you’re so good for me, you do such a good job” he says spit going all down his cock and he bobs you up and down pulling your hair slightly “awh fuck yeah” he groans loudly.
You gag a little as you get to the base your lips brushing his groin “you’re doing so well baby so don’t even think about getting up, because I’ll just push you back down harder and harder and harder” he says starting to thrust his cock into your mouth, slowly but firmly fucking your face for the first few seconds before losing all sense of control and fucking your mouth properly
“FUCK!” He groans over your muffled little gags and moans “you know the rules baby, click those fingers and I’ll stop, but you better not use it unless you’re desperate or else I’ll have to punish you, you know I hate to do that, now stay still and let me fuck your pretty little face” he says pulling your hair more and using both his hands to hold your head in place as he fucks your mouth quickly and deeply.
He groans in bliss, his eyes rolling more for a few minutes you muffle and gag looking him in the eyes, spit falling all down his cock and groin. Despite you’re struggling, you use your hand to cup and massage his balls
“Ugh yeah, you like touching them?” He says pulling you up and down to his balls, grabbing them and shoving them into your mouth “be good for me suck them clean” he moans.
You get to work, licking them up and sucking them thoroughly. He grabs his cock moving it up and down as he masterbaits watching you do it. “Mmm that’s good baby, you always know how to please me just how I like, just how I want” you just nod desperate to please him. Your tongue moves all around all up and down, all between his balls and his cock, going between the two, you rub his thighs too. “Lower” he growls as you go down to his balls again “lower” he says again as you move right to the end of his balls sucking them. “Lower” he says again, spreading more. Your eyes widen, you know what he’s asking for
“Oh don’t look all innocent on me now” he smirks taunting you a little “you love how fucking dirty you are. You love being asked to do dirty things, now do as I say. And move your tongue. Lower. Now” he commands.
You keep eye contact as you move lower. Moving your tongue slowly around his hole. He throws his head back and lets out a guttural moan, spurring you on as you move your tongue faster, lapping him up happily. He groans, panting and growling and throwing his head back as you continue to please him. He grabs his cock moving it up and down furiously every few seconds letting off gravelly moans.
“FUCK! I can’t take it anymore, I need to fuck you right now!” He shouts out, pushing you away. He lies down on the bed before grabbing you by your hips and lifting you onto him. He pushes inside you barely any hesitation as you moan out, he’s girthy and you’re tight. His cock takes up every inch inside of you.
“Shh shh shh” he soothes as you struggle to take him “you got it baby you got it” he says gently thrusting inside of you, “that’s good, you’re so good for me” he groans moving his hips up and down slowly getting faster and faster hitting your g-spot more and more
“Oh god Frank” you cry out. He moans and roughly grabs you, his hands squeezing your chest, waist, thighs, ass, any part of you he can grab and squeeze he will. He slaps your ass a few times too. He pushes you forward a little thrusting into you, he pushes a finger into your ass gently moving it in and out.
“Nughhhh” you moan happily as his finger pushes in and out of you softly making you squirm around him while his cock pounds into you harder and harder.
“Ugh fuck yes, fuck you’re so fucking tight for me you’re so GOD DAMN TIGHT!” He roars squeezing you so fucking hard it hurts “I’m gonna fucking come!” He shouts ferally pounding as hard as he can into you panting and snarling like a feral dog “FUCK BABY I LOVE YOU!” He roars, spilling his entire load of cum as deeply inside you as physically possible. He stays there a few seconds pumping it in before lying back and panting, sweat covering him as he lazily rubs your hips.
“Come here my darling” he says, pushing you out and pulling you into his arms. Frank pulls you against his chest, one hand stroking slowly over your back like he’s grounding himself. “You alright?” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You hum happily, eyes closed, skin still buzzing. It’s always like this, intense, overwhelming, but safe. He never lets go right away. You stay like that, breathing in sync, the city still sleeping around them.”I hate being gone so long,” he says after a while, barely above a whisper of a motion of raw vulnerability from him. “Feels wrong not having you next to me.” You don’t respond, just curl in closer, and he takes that as the answer it is. You’re his home. And you always have been.
The first light of morning paints the dashboard in gold. The sky’s pale, washed out, like the day is still deciding whether to start. Frank gets changed, ready to start the drive again. He looks over at you, fast asleep in his bed, your perfect body sculpted and sunken into his bed sheets. Frank sits behind the wheel now tapping it over and over as he makes a split second decision.
“Fuck it” he says starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot. He doesn’t think about it long. Just flips the turn signal, eases the rig out of the lot, and merges onto the highway like he’s just heading home. But this is home. You, next to him. The open road. The thought of leaving you behind again, waking up without your warmth, hearing your voice only through crackling phone calls, it felt suddenly and suffocatingly unbearable.
You stir just a little as the truck picks up speed, your fingers tightening briefly in your sleep, like even in your dreams you know he’s close.
Frank glances at you again, softer now. “You’re with me,” he murmurs, more to himself. “You were always comin’ with me.”
And he drives. Northbound, southbound doesn’t matter where he's being made to drive. You’ll wake up somewhere between the edges of dawn, tangled in one of his blankets, blinking slowly and half-smiling when you realise what he’s done.
He knows you. And he knows you’re going to love it.
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