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He wakes up next to her, trousers down to his knees, shirt still open. Hat lost somewhere, goddamn it. Ain’t a thing like starting a day with your dick out—hasn’t happened to him in over two hundred years and he never expected it would, but an old fuck like him can still get surprised, it seems.
And here’s the killer. He should be zippin’ and buttonin’ and shaking her awake, but instead he stares at a tuft of dark hair between her legs and clicks his tongue, remembering how good her cunt tasted once he got down to it. His cock twitches with attention but he tells himself he ain’t a dog and they ain’t a thing.
He finds the hat and the holster, chases a random mix of drugs with gin, and wakes her up with a tap of his boot. To her backside no less, another sight to behold that he shouldn’t give less of a fuck about.
Lucy wakes up with a start but then smiles and stretches, elegant toes curling, taunt stomach and perky tits presented to him like jerky on a goddamn platter. He expects her to talk about last night immediately. She doesn’t.
She does talk about other bullshit though. The weather (the same every day), their destination (unchanged since they left California), and her goddamn daddy (still a bastard).
It puts him in such a rotten mood, in fact, he barks at her to keep moving. And move she does.
It’s only the next day, she dares speak again.
“Does that settlement you mentioned before have any amenities? I hope it does because I don’t think it’s very healthy to forgo your hygiene completely. Unless you’re a raider, maybe.” She pauses. “It’s not a raider settlement, is it?”
“No, it ain’t,” he drawls. “But if you think a shithole of a town in the middle of the desert has showers, Vaultie, you’re gonna be very disappointed.”
Lucy hums but doesn’t continue and it puts him on edge. Everything she does lately puts him on edge because she should be talking of what they did and she ain’t, and there are no moves made at him either. No batting of those long eyelashes or pouting of them full lips, and when she bends down with her ass in full view, it’s because she doesn’t consider the effect and not because she tries to tease him and goddamn, he wishes she teased him.
He wants her flirty and he wants her cheeky, and he wants and wants and wants, his dick stiff half of the day and all night, dreaming of her, and ain’t it a kick in the head to feel that way about an insufferably optimistic girl, born and raised in some prim ass vault.
And why the fuck does he care, anyway? One good fuck or ten, end of the day, she’ll go her way when they find her daddy and he’ll go his, and nothing will have changed.
“What are you thinking about?” She asks suddenly and he can’t help but scoff.
He’s thinking about getting into that imaginary shower with her, pressing her into the wall and stuffing her full of his cock, but what he says instead is:
“Absolutely fuckin’ nothin’.”
They spend that night under the stars, but they’re at the settlement by the next one and oh, boy, does she go ham when she realises they do have a well and washing is an option.
“You’ll get your precious water and a bed to sleep in to boot,” he rumbles as he drags her inside a seedy bar, “but I’m gonna need a drink first.”
She digs into her backpack at that.
“It’s only fair I pay my share,” she says and tries to press a few measly caps into his gloved hand. “For my wash, that is. And maybe a meal. I’ll be quite honest, the food we’ve had lately wasn’t the best.”
Cooper knocks her hand away. “Now, sweetheart, I ain’t asked you to do that.” He puts his own caps on the counter, ordering two glasses of whisky and two plates of whatever they have in the kitchen.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to insist,” she says as he leads her to the darkest corner of the bar. “I can’t provide much except for my companionship,” she continues with a smile, unaware of the irony, “so it’d mean a lot to me if you at least accepted my caps.” She sits down and extends her hand again.
He leans in his chair, downing his whisky in one go. “Oh, your companionship is plenty already, Vaultie,” he says and she furrows her brows.
“You’re not being very nice right now.” She drags her hand away. Takes a sip out of her whisky. Coughs.
“Ain’t I? I’d swear I just bought you a drink and a meal.”
“Very funny,” she mutters and her eyes shoot daggers in his direction and his cock stirs.
There’s one reason lately to be nasty like that, but he can’t deny himself the results. She actually looks at him.
Their food arrives and it doesn’t smell half bad. Lucy agrees, digging into it without prompting, and he almost wants to smile, but that’d ruin the effect now, wouldn’t it?
They check into a motel after, a nasty little joint but it beats sleeping wild. Besides, Lucy’s got her bucket and she’s carrying it upstairs with a smile on her face, and she’s so preoccupied with putting it down and pulling out a piece of soap she grabbed from somewhere, she doesn’t care he’s stalking her like a creep.
He’s leaning on the door, cigarette half burnt between his teeth as he watches her undress. Ain’t a big deal to her, the way she goes about it, it’s just a body and there’s no shame to it, but maybe she forgot already he was between those long legs with his tongue and cock, and it’s hard not to look at her differently now.
He lets ash fall to the floor, taking a long drag as she gets to washing. She’s methodical, he’ll give her that, not missing an inch with that wet rag she’s got, but there’s giddiness underneath it too. Double so when she gets to soaping that firm, unscathed body up and he’s gotta stop starin’ now because his dick is already ripping at his pants, and there ain’t a chance he’s ever going down that way again if she hadn’t made a squeak since last time.
Cooper sits down with that unsavory thought, just about ready to clean his guns when she looks his way.
“This was really nice,” she says. Continues merrily when he doesn’t react. “I haven’t got a towel though, so I think I’ll have to let myself air dry. Quite warm in here, isn’t it?”
He lets himself peek as Lucy sits at the edge of the bed, naked like the day she was born, and he thinks he agrees he ain’t getting cold any time soon. To that end, he decides on a quick wash, too. With his back turned to her, he removes his holsters, and boots, and layers of clothes until they’re just two naked people in a dingy motel room.
And he takes some ugly pleasure in that, having her see him like this because there ain’t much else to look at, especially once he takes the rag she’s used and drags it the length of his ghoulified body. He doesn’t have to turn around to know she’s looking. Starring really, his little peeping Tom.
“See anythin’ good, Vaultie?” He asks eventually and her breath hitches. She’s silent for a minute or two as he continues with the rag and he almost thinks he shut her up for good with a simple question, but she speaks, eventually.
“Well, it’s difficult not to look in a shared space, but I promise I didn’t mean anything untoward by it.”
He scoffs. “Dontcha’ worry, darlin’, I was lookin’, too,” he says and he hears the bed squeak as she moves closer to the edge.
“I… guess that’s normal, too.” And then, quietly. “Did you like it?”
He turns around as if he was waiting for it, cock so hard it’s not swinging but bumping against his navel, and her big eyes get even bigger.
“Oh, my,” she mutters and then, goddamn knocks him out. “If you wanted me this much, why didn’t you say anything?”
For once in a very long time, he’s stumped.
“Did ya really want me to say somethin’?” He asks, confused.
“I mean, it goes both ways, right?” She smiles. “I asked you first, so… I was waiting for you to ask me back.”
Oh, he’s a bloody fool. The girl has no issues asking for what she wants, but what she also wants is to be desired. And he goddamned knows that deep down. Of course, he does, but the still working part of his brain doesn’t even wanna consider making a move, not on a pretty, sheltered thing like her, who doesn’t know better yet but she will.
“That thing we’re doin’… It’s not smart,” he says because ain’t that the truth.
She stands up. “And you always do the smart thing, right?” She takes a step in his direction. “Can’t be sidetracked by bullshit?”
“Now, darlin’—“, he starts but she stops him.
“I know what I want.” She’s now chest to chest with him and something inside him stirs. “And I know what you want. But I need to hear it, I think.”
Fuck him. Speaking with such conviction about wanting him. Him. Trying her best to tame him and, well, he reckons he’ll have to let her.
He catches her hand and puts it on his straining cock. “What'd ya figure this means?” He asks.
She blushes prettily as she speaks. “That you’re sexually aroused because you saw a naked woman and—“
“Because I saw you, sweetheart,” he interrupts. “Because I get hard for you, in and out of that fuckin’ suit.” He closes her fingers around his length and makes her stroke him. She’s unsure how to go about it, but that’s fine. He’ll teach her. “Because you’ve done somethin’ to me I ain’t too proud to admit, feelin’ like a goddamn dog whenever you’re around.”
He tightens her grip on him, shows her to do it. Grunts when she gets it right. “Hasn’t been an hour since that one time in the desert that I haven’t thought of your cunt. That’s how much I want you.”
Renders her speechless, he does, and he figures that’s exactly what she wants.
And as she works his cock, he pushes a hand between her legs, pussy slick and puffy already, just waiting for his fingers to dip inside.
“Don’t take much to get ya goin’, huh?” He asks as he thumbs her clit. “Just a few filthy words and you’re all geared to go?” He forces two fingers inside her. “Or is it my cock underneath those pretty fingers, all hard and throbbin' for you?”
She whimpers but he silences it with a kiss, all clanking teeth until she lets him in and once she does, he’s sucking on her tongue long and hard, saliva dropping from the corner of her lips. He licks it up and hums, scissoring his fingers inside her sopping wet cunt.
Lucy hiccups and tightens her grip on his cock, her hand moving in sloppy, harsh strokes, and he groans into her neck, balls heavy against his body.
And before he really knows what’s happening, she disentagles herself and gets to her knees, mumbling something about trying new things and fuck—
His head empties out as she innocently drags her tongue up his length. The entirety of it. When she gets to the tip, she gives it a fucking… kiss? Lucy chuckles under her breath as it twitches in response before she closes her lips around it.
“Oh, fuck, darlin’,” he groans in pleasure. “Fuck.”
She’s having a real go at it now, suckling and circling her tongue around his head, and she wraps her hand around his base, all educated already in the matters of handling his cock, and she’s stroking him hard, hard, hard, and he’s gonna fucking explode inside her mouth if she doesn’t stop.
He grits his teeth though because he ain’t a schoolboy, and lets her lick it like a lollipop as he drags his hands through her damp hair.
It’s only when she cups his balls that he gotta take back reins because even he ain’t built to withstand that.
“Come ‘ere,” he says as he pulls her up to her feet.
“Was it bad?” She asks instantly, searching his eyes. “Because I am very willing to learn.”
Bless her fucking heart.
“No, sweetheart,” he says as he ushers her towards the bed, having her lay face down. “It was so good, I just gotta eat some of this sweet pussy in return.”
He drags her down a bit, just so her ass is at the edge of the bed, and gets down to his knees. She’s looking at him over her shoulder and he winks before giving her buttock a slap, and a caress, and a slap on the other one, and she gasps a little in response.
And she tries to say something as she always does, but words die in her throat as he opens her up and starts lapping on her clit. It’s anything but elegant what he does next with his tongue and teeth and the filthy, slurping sounds as he sucks on it mix with the sounds of slaps he’s been steadily giving her, just so he can see her little hole tighten in response. Both of them in fact and now, he’s getting ideas.
He’s dragging his tongue up and down the entire length of her cunt to give her a moment of peace because she’s already jerking and whimpering, and he really wants her to focus on his thumb stroking gently around her other hole, rimmed and so tight he couldn’t put a pinky in.
She stiffens momentarily and he knows he got her good. “Haven’t tried that either, huh?” He teases and she tries to close her legs. “Now, now,” he says and dips his tongue inside her cunt. He just can’t help himself. She mewls something fierce and he continues rubbing her with his thumb, forcing his mouth away, so he can continue. “I promise it’ll feel good, darlin’”, he says, “it’ll feel so good you’ll be creamin’ all over my face in no time.”
Her muscles slacken somehow and she nods her head. Cooper ain’t need any more than that, so he spits on his fingers and continues with the rubbing and circling, and she pushes her ass in his face and fuck, his hips are moving out of their own accord and his cock is dripping all over the dirty carpet. He just gotta do it.
He removes his thumb and leans in instead, and when he first drags his tongue over the tiny puckered hole, she buckles and cries. So he does it again and again and again, until she’s all nice and slick with his saliva, and he’s pressing two fingers inside her cunt and spreading her open with his other hand, so he can tongue her hole some more, pressing it in an’ out as if he was fucking her something dirty.
He’s working his fingers in tandem, her pussy so wet it foams as he drags ‘em out and he ain’t know anymore if he wants to eat her ass or cunt more, so he settles for licking his fingers clean and spitting between her cheeks and licking it clean, too, and that’s what does it for Lucy. She’s coming soundlessly, the grip on his fingers so tight she might as well break ‘em (and he won’t even care) and body strung like an arrow, toes curled until she finally goes slack on a big gasp.
“Oh, I ain’t done with you yet,” he mutters from between her legs and she mumbles something in response. “I ain’t done with you at all.”
He stands up and she turns around, dragging herself higher on the pillows, cheeks all red and lips blood-bitten. “What are you going to do?” She asks almost sleepily but her gaze is fixated on his dick.
“I’m goin’ to fuck you, Lucy,” he says casually as he gets on the bed and prowls in her direction, “and I’m gonna fuck you long because you got me waitin’ days and this type of heat ain’t goin’ away with a few strokes.”
But before he can say more, she’s got her foot in the middle of his chest, placed gently but firmly, and he laughs in disbelief. “Fine, but I’m choosing the position this time,” she says with a surefire glint in her eyes.
“Cocky girl,” he says, “whad’ya have in mind?”
In seconds, she’s back on her stomach, putting a pillow underneath her pubic bone. “I think I liked it very much,” she says and shakes her butt invitingly. Well, goddamn.
He’s spreading her open with one hand, palming his cock with the other, and he’s slapping it against her wet cunt for a good measure. She wiggles a bit, so he gives her a tip, and fuck, he wants to tease her, but she’s faster, working herself over half his length and stretching her back like a cat in heat, looking over her shoulder to see his reaction.
“Filthy fuckin’ thing,” he grunts when their eyes meet. “You want it that bad?”
She bites her lip and pushes back a bit more and more, until he’s right where she wants him, flush against her ass, balls deep in her pretty little pussy.
“Since you’re not in the mood for pleasantries,” he says and starts fucking her hard.
Hard enough for the shitty old bed to rattle and squeak, and for their bodies to make an obscene slapping sound that only increases in intensity with every thrust. He can barely stop himself from spilling when she speaks.
“Can you—do that thing—again?” She asks on a hiccup, interrupted repeatedly by how his cock pounds in and out of her.
“What thing, sweetheart?” He asks and digs his fingers into her hips.
“With the—finger,” she manages out and oh, he’s going to enjoy it.
“I’m afraid I was too preoccupied with eating your cunt to remember what my finger was doin’.”
She’s quiet for a thrust or two, burrowing her head into the mattress unless she finds it in her to speak again.
“Your finger in my butt,” she says finally and he chuckles.
“Oh,” he says and grabs her buttock. He pulls at it, so he can see her other hole. “And why’s that?”
“It felt really… good,” she admits on a whimper and his cock twitches inside her.
“It sure did, darlin’, didn’t it? Greedy as you are, it ain’t enough I’m fillin’ one of your holes with my fingers, dick, and tongue. It gotta be the other one, too.” He presses his thumb against it to prove a point and she moans in an instant. “The way I see it though, if tonight it’s my cock in your cunt and my thumb up your ass, next time it's gonna be the other way around, huh?”
His pace is slower now, more measured, as he’s got to work around her asshole, too, repeatedly pressing his thumb in just a little bit before taking it away. Her cunt squeezes him anytime he does that and fuck—
“Yeah,” he groans, “do that again, sweetheart, milk my cock.” He presses in a little bit deeper, hooking his thumb in, and she does. She’s grinding herself on the pillow and she’s squeezing around his dick and finger, and, in no time really, she’s gushing down her legs with a whine on her lips. And there’s only so much a man can handle.
He spills inside her with a heavy grunt, almost keening over with the intensity of it, stars behind his eyes and all.
When he gets back to, she pulls him down on the mattress next to her and this time she’s blatant about hugging into his side. And hell take him, he wraps his arm around her, too.
“So,” she says, “we’re gonna be honest about what we want from now on, yes?”
He sits on it for a second. Less than a second really.
“Yeah,” he answers. “Yes, we are.”