I stare into his eyes. The soft brown staring back. Shit. I think to myself.
"I trust you cowboy," I say breathing deep trying to calm my racing heart. "Fuck dude I can't believe I'm going to let you do this." I say blushing slightly.
He presses his forehead to mine for a beat, seemingly breathing me in before pulling back with that wolfish grin.
"Good answer." He chuckles before shifting off me just long enough to dig through the toolbox, coming up with a half-empty bottle of baby oil. He holds it up, waggling it between two fingers. "Ain't exactly fancy, but it'll do I use it to do gun repair sometimes. Should work for this." He says clearly impressed by his creativity. I smile a little to myself. "My god I'm actually going to do this with this idiot." I think to myself. My heart fluttering a bit at the thought before he settles back behind me, hands gripping my hips and flipping me over easy, like I weigh nothing. A slight yelp escapes me from the suddenness of the movement. His palm presses flat between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest down into the blankets while my ass tilts up.
"Relax for me now." He kneads the muscle of my ass with rough hands, then slicks his fingers with oil. One finger circles my entrance, slow and deliberate.
"Gonna take my time here. You tell me if it's too much ok?"
His finger presses in, just the first knuckle, and I groan at the feeling.
"Shit, Alex. You're gonna feel incredible." I hear his voice cut through my own thoughts.
He works me open slow, adding a second finger, curling to find that spot inside me I see slight flashes as he moves around inside me. His other hand strokes my back, grounding me.
"Breathe, darlin'. That's it." He breathes out slowly.
"Buck… Fuck this feels intense." I say blushing as the hairs on my body stand on edge. I twitch while he moves his fingers inside me. I realise how far we've come and realise with a start we hadn't talked about protection or how we would finish. My blush deepens as I swallow my throat feeling dry all of the sudden. "Do you uh?... Should we?... Condoms?" I half moan out while he stretches me open while I pant.
His fingers still inside me, he lets out a breath.
"Good thinkin'." He says as he reaches over the side of the truck bed, fishing through the cab window. After some rustling, he pulls back with a crinkled foil packet, holding it up.
"Always keep one in the glove box. I will say though this one has been there for a while." He says slightly embarrassed. He sees me staring and starts tearing the packet open with his teeth, trying not to make eye contact. Cute I think to myself. He rolls the condom on with practiced ease. More oil slicks over him, and then I feel him line up behind me. A slick, thick piece of meat settles between my cheeks.
"Ain't gonna lie. This might hurt at first. But I'll go slow I promise." He says his hands grip my hips, steadying both of us. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, not pushing in yet but present.
"You tell me to stop, I stop. You tell me to wait, I wait. Got it Alex? I need to hear you say it." I hear his voice serious from behind me. "Mmm." Is all I'm able to get out as I nod unable to look back and make eye contact.
He leans over my back, mouth brushing my shoulder blade before giving a soft bite.
"And Alex?" He starts saying as his hips press forward, just the tip breaching me. My mouth opens the feeling foreign to me as I feel a groan rumbling through me and against my skin from him. "Thanks for trustin' me with this." He holds still, letting me adjust, one hand snaking around to stroke my cock, distracting from the stretch as he finishes speaking.
"Breathe for me. That's it. Just breathe. Let me in Alex."
"Fuck. Buck. God. That feels... Already… fuck dude." I pant my eyes wide. The feeling of having him inside me a burning that sooths itself the deeper it gets. "You're inside me… Actually inside me." I moan out feeling him stretch me open in ways I've never been.
He holds still above me, muscles trembling with the effort of not just slamming forward. His breath ragged against my shoulder.
"Yeah. I am. Right where I'm supposed to be." He breathes into my ear.
His hand keeps stroking me slow, keeping me hard, distracting from the stretch. I feel him press a kiss to the back of my neck a shiver rushing through my body.
"You're doin' so good. So fuckin' tight around me." He says as he inches forward a little more, feeling me clench and flutter around me. A groan rips out of my chest*
"Christ, Alex. You feel better than I imagined. And I been imaginin' a lot since I saw you tonight."
His hips roll, pushing deeper, stopping when I tense up. He waits, breathing through it, sweat dripping from his nose onto my back.
"That's the worst of it. I promise." He says fully seated now, balls pressed against my ass, and he just holds still there, letting me feel him.
"You tell me when you're ready for me to move. Take all the time you need." He says then his teeth graze my shoulder blade, tongue soothing over the marks he already left.
"Cause once I start, I ain't gonna wanna stop." He pulses inside me. I feel him put his forehead to my back breathing deep as he starts to pull out and then we hear and feel a sharp snap.
A look of surprise on my face as I look back to see if he also felt it, a moan escaping me as he instinctively pushes back in a little deeper.
My whole body goes rigid.
Fuck he breathes out as the sensation hits us both at the same time—the snap, the sudden raw heat, the way I feel around him without that barrier between us.
Shit. Alex, uhm, he starts to say then pulls back just enough to look down, seeing the broken ring of latex around the base of his cock. My eyes snap to his over my shoulder.
Condom broke. He says plainly as his jaw tightens. He is still inside me, bare now, and it looked like he was fighting every instinct screaming at him to keep moving. He forces himself still.
I gotta pull out. We gotta— His hips twitch forward on their own, pushing deeper, and a groan tears out of me before I can stop it. Fuck, Alex. You feel—without the— He drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing hard, cock throbbing inside me. It feels impossibly good. The heat.
Tell me to stop. Tell me to pull out right now and I will. Get another one, finish this proper. He says as his hand tightens on my hip, fingers digging in
Or... His voice drops lower, rough with want, you tell me you're clean. You tell me you want me to keep goin'. And I will. But you gotta say it.
He grinds against me once, involuntary, the sensation making my eyes roll back.
Your call. Fast. Cause I ain't gonna last either way. He says.