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“No, no, no,” you murmur, tapping the gas desperately as your car begins to sputter and squeal. It suddenly halts and you groan, slamming your hands against the steering wheel. The piece of shit. You really should’ve replaced the battery when you had the chance.
You shove the door open and climb out. It’s late September and the air is chilly. Your jacket is buried somewhere in the trunk, and you really don’t feel like digging for it right now. You’re leaning against the side of the car, resting your eyes, when the sound of a roaring engine comes up over the hill.
You spot a dark blue Camaro beginning to slow until it comes to a stop beside your car. You breathe a small sigh of relief. The car’s blaring metal that quickly cuts away as he shuts the ignition off.
You watch him climb from the driver’s seat and let out a shaky breath through your nose. He’s cute as hell, with long golden locks and a bit of scruff. Sharp jaw. Piercing blue eyes. He’s got rings only on his middle fingers and a shiny dangling earring in his left ear: you know what that means.
His lips smack loudly as he chews on either gum or tobacco. He gives you an appraising once over that has you squirming. He doesn’t move from where he stands on his side of the car, most of his body hidden from view.
“Need a jump?” He finally speaks, voice low and gruff.
You smile salaciously and shrug.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.”
He nods and moves around to the trunk of his car, shuffling around with the contents in there. You take that as a cue and move to pop your hood, grimacing at the quality of your dying battery.
You don’t even realize he’s moved beside you until his arm brushes against yours. You startle slightly and he chuckles low.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. He turns his gaze to your battery and frowns. You eye him warily as he rubs his thumb over the thick coat of decay. “This isn’t going to work.”
“What?”
He shifts you back and gently closes the hood, wiping his hands against his legs, his jumpsuit tied around his waist, the white beater he wears giving you an unabashed view of his muscles.
“It’s completely fucked, not wasting a charge on that,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you a ride into town if you want. Can get Gary out here to tow it to the shop.”
Your eyes flicker down as he adjusts the front of his jumpsuit. You catch a glimpse of his bulge and flush, quickly looking back up to meet his gaze. He definitely noticed you noticing.
He gives you a sly wink and you smile, face reddening further. He notices you shivering ever so slightly from the cold breeze and places a big, warm hand on your bare arm.
“Cold?” He says, tone low. You nod and he grins. “How about I warm you up?”
He moves further into your space, nearly pressed flush to your front. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your hip, your own beginning to twitch in interest. His other hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, thumb pressed against your cheek.
You decide to make the first move, placing both of your hands on his own neck, pulling him into a rough, desperate kiss. He groans against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
His left hand moves from your arm to your waist, pulling you forward so he can rut his clothed prick against you, grinding your bulges together. You gasp as he spins you around, pressing hard against your shoulder blades until you land roughly against the hood of your car.
The metal is cool and soothes your heated skin. He makes quick work of your pants and briefs, yanking them down until they pool around your ankles.
“Look at this tight little ass,” he growls, grabbing the pert flesh, groping and massaging at your cheeks. “Gonna fit so snug inside of you, huh? Bet you’re tight as hell. You ever had a cock in you?”
You nod, panting as he plays with you, occasionally leaning down to suck at the swell of your ass, or teasing his thumb over your dry, twitching hole.
“Good,” he finally replies. You hear some shuffling followed by the click of a cap. You gasp at the cold press of his fingers against your hole. He slowly begins to tease the both of them into you, shifting slightly to the side so he can lean close to your ear. “This okay?”
“Please,” you cry, pressing your hips back until the tips of his digits slip into you. He chuckles as you moan, his fingers thicker than you anticipated. There’s a slight burn that quickly gives way to pleasure as he starts to thrust them in and out of you.
You hear him spit and groan as his other hand comes around to stroke your leaking prick just as he pushes into the last knuckle, his tight-fit ring catching on your rim and adding to the stimulation. You’re torn between rocking back onto his fingers or thrusting forward into his fist. You claw at the hood of the car, panting.
“Already so tight around me, baby,” he groans, slipping a third finger past your rim.
You mewl, pushing back against him as the hand stroking your cock begins to speed up. Your arms shake as you instinctively push yourself up in response to the overwhelming stimulation.
“W-wait! I’m g-gonna come!” You choke out, “I’m gonna–aah!”
Your back arches sharply as you come, spend splattering against the hood of your car. You collapse into the small puddle you made and he pulls his fingers free, his other hand still snug around the base of your cock as he quickly pushes into your twitching hole.
You whine at the overstimulation and he shushes you, rocking into you slow but hard, balls slapping harshly against your own with each thrust.
“That’s a good boy,” he groans. “Taking me so well. Christ, you were so easy. Never had someone bend over for me so fast. You’re just a little slut, huh?”
You nod desperately, thighs quivering. He starts to slowly stroke your softening, half-hard dick and you sob, hips twitching and wiggling, the overstimulation so painful yet so good. Your body involuntarily clenches down hard around his thick cock and the both of you groan, forced to change his pace to an impossibly slow drag.
He swipes his thumb over your cockhead and you let out a hiccuping sob, coming again, this time completely dry, your prick twitching and pulsing. He chuckles and coos at you as your whole body seizes before going lax, jaw slack as you pant.
The tight muscles of your hole give slightly and he begins to pick up the pace, fucking into you hard and fast, hips slamming against your ass almost painfully. He growls and grunts above you, both of his hands gripping bruisingly tight at your hips now as he yanks you back to meet his thrusts.
“Should just take you home and keep you,” he breathes out, suddenly leaning down to wrap his thick arms around your torso and yank you up straight, back pressed flush to his clothed, sweat-dampened chest. “Keep you as my little cock drunk whore.”
He groans, gritting his teeth as his hips stutter before he’s coming with a shout, your hole squelching wetly as he fills you with his come, grinding it deeper into you. You whimper brokenly as he holds you, sucking a dark mark against the side of your throat.
He slips free from you and you gasp, barely managing to catch yourself on the hood of the car, arms still shaking. He pulls your pants and underwear back up and you whine, his come leaking from your used hole and making a mess of your boxers.
You hear him fidgeting with his own clothes, giving an affectionate slap to your ass before heading for the driver's side of his Camaro.
“Let’s get going!”