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Dec. 16th, 2023 at 5:56 PM
[Racing down the interstate as fast as they fucking can, Johnnie tugs Chrissy closer and ducks low over his bike. They're streamlined now, they'll pick up just a little bit more speed, and then they can outride this giant evil fucking wasp for sure -
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
His eyes blink slowly against the light in the room, and then he frowns and lifts his pillow from under his head and flings it at the alarm clock on the bedside table. That shouldn't work, except that it falls off the table and unplugs in the process, leaving the room blissfully silent.
And now he doesn't have a pillow. Shit.]
Ugh. Hey, you up?
[Like Chrissy could sleep through that.
Soon enough though, he rolls on out of bed, gets the water going, tugs fresh clean clothing out of his bag, then checks on that shower. Yep, nice and hot. Time to get clean and ready for the day.]
Whatcha think? Wanna check out the cafe for breakfast? Maybe we can make 'em do some eggs an' pancakes even though they're gonna say it's dinner only now. I hate when places do that, it's such fuckin' bullshit.
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We're not back to the campsite yet.
[She points out softly, breath coming on a little heavier. He's just touching at her through her clothes, but he's just gone straight to making her want to tear off her shorts and throw them in the back seat. But she can be patient. She's not always horny for him.
Even when she knows he's getting her wet right now, just from that touch alone.
Okay, so maybe she is always horny for him, but it's only fair. He's the same way for her.]
We won't make it much farther than this if you keep touching me like that.
[He definitely doesn't intend to do enough to get her off, not just by rubbing her through her shorts. But he might drive her crazy and she might try to climb into his lap while he's driving - except she's going to be good and wait. He looks sideways over her, tipping his head just low enough to see her over the rim of his sunglasses for a moment before he looks back at the road ahead.
He slows the roll of his fingers, lightens his touch to just a teasing stroke across the fabric.]
Why don't you tell me what else you want me to do? Or what you want me to do? When we get back, I mean.
It really makes her want to just submit right away and do whatever he suggests.
He has to know the power he has over her.
Her fingers curl around his wrist, thumb rubbing against where his pulse should be steadily beating. It's really hard for her to think right now, but she's trying her best.]
I want...
[There's a shaky breath as her eyes close, and she bites at her lip.]
I thought maybe your prize could be I let you fuck my mouth a little. Not like so it hurts or anything but maybe a little rough would be fun? Especially if you pulled my hair. And then once you're feeling up to more later, we could -
[Don't climb on his lap, Chrissy.
Don't do it.
Be good.
Have patience.
Be good and wait.]
Oh my gosh, I already need you so bad, baby. If you make me wait until later, I'll be ready to do anything.
[She licks at her lips, finding them suddenly dry.]
We could use the hood of the car as soon as we get parked. You can turn me around and bend me over against it and fuck me that way.
[She needs to shut up because her patience is hanging by a thread right now.]
No, he won't, though. He can do this. He does speed up, though, foot heavier on the gas as he grins at her ideas, and curls his fingers more firmly against her like that's reward for giving him so many delicious suggestions.]
Mm, yeah, those are good. I'm gonna have a hard time not just fuckin' you against the car, babe, but I really wanna get those pretty lips around my cock too. We'll make both happen the moment we get there.
[There's the turn onto the dirt road, so he takes it and follows their trail of coke cans. Which it turns out weren't needed, they're coming back here with some daylight remaining, but he drives past each one rather than stopping for her to collect them like they'd thought before. Maybe they'll still need them later tonight, and anyway, if he stops now, they're not going to make it back to the campsite before clothes come off.
Fuck, though, the vibration of the rough road on his balls is making it hard to think straight right now.]
If he finds the vibration of the road distraction, her hand rubbing at his thigh and then teasing at the front of his pants probably is a little worse. She can feel that he's hard against his jeans, and she gasps in surprise. ]
You want me that bad already, baby?
[Jesus Christ, where is their tent? Have they been on the road for an hour? Her legs part with a breathy sigh, and she continues teasing at him in return. If he can work her up, she can make him want to shove her against the car the second they get out. It's only fair.]
[The chuckle he gives is a little strained now that she's touching him. Shit, they're just really always like this and he knows it, and it's great and it's also kinda funny. Wouldn't trade it for anything, that's for damn sure.
It takes an agonizing ten or twenty minutes to make it back to their campsite - longer, he swears, than it's ever been even though he's driving faster than he probably should on a road like this with her car. The clearance is fine though and she has those good new tires, so what's the harm, really.
As soon as the engine is switched off he practically vaults out of the car. He could go to her over the handbrake, but he doesn't want to fuss around in here where there's no space. Instead, he goes to meet her where she's already out also, obviously not going to sit around and wait either, and he shoves the door closed and kisses her clumsily, fervently, while unzipping his pants.]
Quick. Do you want me to use my mouth now, or later?
[She's giving him about three seconds to answer before she's making the decision for him. Because oh, they're doing both. But she's fine with whatever order he decides.
Hopefully he finds a way to answer, because her mouth is on his again, kissing him with an unbridled intensity.]
[No, he doesn't know how that's like a warmup but also he doesn't really care. What he does know is that they learned earlier that the ground here sucks, and any face-fucking means she'll need to be on her knees, so he does her the quick favor of diving for where his jacket had been tossed in the back seat when they left, then drops it onto the ground for her to kneel on. It's good leather, it won't hurt it any.
His cock is sure eager to be released from the prison of his pants and underwear, and just to give her something nice to look at meanwhile, he pulls his t-shirt off and drapes it over the car mirror, then goes to pull her top off too.]
You're so goddamn pretty, babe, you know that? Be even prettier with your mouth on my cock, though.
[She laughs a little, even with as aroused as she is. Kneeling before him on his jacket before they're even able to move away from the car is a total turn on. It helps that she always wants him, and is always in the mood for this. He is too, and their chemistry being off the charts just naturally leads to moments like this one, where their patience is barely hanging by a thread.
Her hands are shaking a little as she gives his hip a playfully scolding smack, and lets them slide around to knead at his ass, and she doesn't waste anymore time than that. She has to guide him toward her mouth, but once she gets him to just barely press in, her hands drop away. They go to rest against his legs instead.
There's a level of trust that comes with the rougher things they can get up to, and she's always glad to extend it to him. But he never presses her for things that will actually hurt or harm her, and it's knowing that he'll keep her safe that she's so excited to participate. That eagerness has her just getting right to it instead of starting slow, sucking at his length as she moves her mouth up and down along his cock.
He can always take control over whenever he's ready, but for now she's enjoying seeing if she can push herself to let him hit the back of her throat before he does.]
But hell, he's eager and impatient, and so soon enough he gives her a shallow rock of a thrust forward to let her know he'll take it from there. And god, even that is good mostly because the whole idea here is completely thrilling. She gives great blowjobs, but fuck does he love being the one in charge and he won't deny it.
The second and third thrust forward help him be certain of his angle and certain he won't hurt her, and then he fully gives in to that intense need. He holds her head in place as he finds his rhythm, and watches her with a satisfied smile on his face that occasionally slips away with a groan.]
Oh fuck, baby girl. You're doin' real good. Gonna keep this image in my head a long time.
[It really is the trust that makes this especially hot. He's free to fuck into her pretty little mouth all he likes, and she'll not only take it, she asked for this. Fuck.]
This isn't the same as giving him a blowjob, there's not as much for her to do other than stay in place and suck where she can. His praise makes her a little more eager to please, and a wet gagging sound quickly turns to a content hum so he can feel those vibrations.
It's when saliva starts slipping free from the corner of her mouth that she gets a little embarrassed, even though she knows it won't make her look gross to him. Her hands grab at his legs a little tighter to keep herself from pulling back to wipe it away. Instead she just lets it fall, making a surprised sound when some drips onto her breasts. Oh gosh, she turns dark red after that. She's going to be a mess.]
Oh, fuck...
[Fuck, that's hot, and without realizing, he speeds up a notch, thrusting quicker and more uninhibited, driven absolutely wild by the vibration and that stream of saliva. Fucking shit, that's incredible.
He can't help but laugh at himself a little, low and throaty. His fingers twist and tighten in her hair.]
Okay, okay we better switch this up or I'm gonna come right the fuck now an' then you'd have to wait.
[And he doesn't want to make her wait, not with how horny she obviously is for him. He lets go and slouches back against the car, panting softly, as he beckons for her to get up so he can get those shorts of hers off.]
They kiss, teeth bumping in their clumsiness, and Chrissy starts guiding them toward the front of the car with her hands on his arms. It doesn't matter if she ends up bent over it, but she is determined to at least fuck against it.]
Want you so bad.
[She's still sounding a little petulant, all whiny and needy for him as she guides his hand to touch at her folds and feel how wet she is.]
See? I need you.
Oh, I know you do, baby girl. 'S cute when you beg.
[He gives a quick nip to her bottom lip, then turns her around with his hands on her waist and bends her over the hood. His cock is absolutely aching, deprived of her mouth and its warmth, and he wastes no time at all giving them what they both want. With his hands grasping her hips firmly, he presses inside with a solid thrust forward, seating himself deep inside her.
Like this, he can go rougher than into her mouth, that's for sure. And so he will. Hopefully the hood of the car is comfortable enough, since she's about to be real up close and personal with it.]
He goes hard and she groans in approval, moving with him as best she can so they can set a rough pace. There's not really any time to waste, so she lets her fingers work against her clit as best she can. That doesn't last too long though, because a particularly rough thrust has her falling forward more firmly against the car, and she has to brace herself with both hands and press her cheek down against the hood. That makes her laugh, though the sound strangles off and becomes a low moan instead.
If he thinks it's cute when she begs, she'll give him more of that. Anything to provoke a reaction out of him.]
Oh, fuck. Please, baby. Please, please -
[What is she begging for? She has no idea. She wants him, all of him. And he's giving her his hall right now, but she'll still beg for more. ]
He'd worried initially that he might come too quickly for her to get her fill of this, but evidently he's doing just fine. All the better for the both of them.]
Love hearin' you like that, just beggin' to be fucked.
[God damn, how did he get so lucky, though.]
They both know he can't go any harder or faster, but he's aware that the best way to amplify things for her is to grab at her hair. She hisses out an encouraging yesss as he does it, and gets a thrill out of the way his nails digs into her skin. He says something, and it doesn't really sink in what it is. Because at that point she's gone back to touching herself while he gives her everything he has, and is reduced to being a writhing mess that's loudly moaning and making sounds that would've made her blush from head to toe before she met him.
It's a surprise that she comes before he does, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast. She has to let her hand drop away from between her legs to brace against the hood of the car so she can ride it out, and she's instantly grateful for the fact that she has something to just rest up against in those immediate moments after. She's covered in sweat, heavily panting, and still feels that white hot electric heat all over.
She really is the luckiest girl in the entire universe.]
He comes not long after with a low groan, and a grin of satisfaction, rocking into her a few final, slower drags until he's completely spent. Chuckling quietly to himself, he lets go of her hair and strokes a hand down her gorgeous pale back, now starting to turn gold as the sun sinks low in the sky. He backs out of her, but before he manages to get his pants pulled back up he first leans down low with his hands on either side of her against the hood of the car and kisses right between her shoulders.]
Goddamn, babe. I love you.
[It's so damn good every time, and so much of that is because of her unbridled enthusiasm. She's learned to just give in to what she wants and it's so much more fun that way than girls who act all demure and resistant, because it's always an act and it's one that she's un-learned. Good thing. Good for her.
With a grin on his face, he steps away so he has room to get his pants pulled back up and zipped before he can trip over them, then picks up his jacket and shakes the dust off.]
Seeing her top hanging from the side mirror makes her laugh a little, but she decides to just leave it there for now. The bikini top is just fine to wear around the campsite. Once she's determined that, she slips her way in close behind him, arms wrapping around him as she kisses his back, right between his shoulders.]
I love you too.
[It's a nice quiet moment after that, where she just hugs him and rests her cheek against his back. Eventually she grows restless though, and pulls away so she can go find the canteen in the car. Being in there gives her an idea, and she figures he might like the sound of it too.]
Hey, after we eat, why don't we turn on the radio in the car and see if there's any music that comes in we can dance to? It would be fun to dance until we're too tired to move.
[Once he's satisfied with the state of his jacket, he leaves it sitting on the car hood and goes to get the fire started. They'll need more wood by tomorrow, since the few trees around otherwise are pretty green, but for now he can scrounge up enough to get something going with the help of the gas can they'd brought along - that really gets this scrubby juniper and sagebrush pile burning bright.
Now, what they need is somewhere more comfortable to sit than on the ground or this one lumpy rock. Hm. Well, given their options, maybe they don't need it that badly, but they can be on the lookout. Maybe someone at that campground has some chairs they can lift.]
So, whatcha think you wanna do for dinner? Can we cook up the steak?
[It's not like it will be hard to skewer some steak and use some salt and pepper to season it. It would be better if they had more seasonings, but for camping, it'll be just fine.]
We grabbed some big potatoes too, I'll find and use a couple of those.
[And she's also pretty sure they grabbed a small container of tin foil at the grocery store, so they can just wrap and roast them. Except it would be a lot better if they could be salted and peppered too...hm.
She steps away to start rifling through their things, looking frustrated as she can't find something specific.]
Help me find that machete I grabbed. I need to cut the potatoes and steak so they cook faster.
[He laughs, but he's absolutely not against it, it's fucking hilarious. His knife is clean, he knows she has one too, but fuck it, macheteing potatoes sounds awesome.
So he helps her dig through their stuff. There's the frying pan, maybe that's useful for the steak. There's the skewers, the plates and silverware - how do you not find a machete, they're huge? It must be well-hidden.
Eventually it does turn up though, buried under a whole bunch of chips and cookies and other stuff they'd hauled out of one of those stores. He lifts it and gives it a trial swing, then touches a finger to the blade to get a sense of how sharp it is. And, well, it isn't. Sharp enough, factory-sharp, but probably most of the use of these things comes from the weight and the swing. Well, potatoes aren't hard to cut.]
Probably oughta sharpen that sometime. You really wouldn't rather just use your knife? You sure?
[That's not doubt in his voice, he's all in on this.]
Well, we haven't killed anyone with the machete! There won't be any germs on it.
[It makes perfect sense to her, and she's only a little embarrassed by suggesting it. He finds it, because of course he does, and she gratefully goes over to grab it. Only when she swings it, she sighs. Because this doesn't feel right. It's not a knife that's meant for cutting in the sense that she's wanting. ]
My knife is still packed away somewhere. Is yours clean? No blood on it or anything?
[She swings the machete again, this time just for fun. It's easy to feel cool holding it, and she definitely plans on cutting things with it later. But maybe for food, their knives are a better bet. Still, she's thinking it would be fun if he threw the potatoes at her and she tried cutting them while they're in the air. That's definitely her next suggestion.]
[He had to get every trace of that vile black sludge off it, every sign of the last time he'd used it on someone. Not just for cleanliness, but for the whole sense of wanting to be fully rid of Zazo in every way, for good. Fuck that guy, and fuck whatever he had become, or was becoming.
To prove it, he pulls his knife from his belt and flicks it open, then twirls it in his hand in the light of the sunset and the fire. Makes for a pretty orange blade, he thinks - and man, wouldn't that be cool. A glowing fire knife? That's the sort of thing that isn't real but should be. Maybe somewhere in some universe it is.]
But here, lemme see that machete.
[He snaps his knife back shut again, takes the machete in one hand and sets a potato on the ground. It'll get dirty but fuck it, camping is dirty, he just wants to try something. He chops downward with the blade, cleaving it in an uneven two pieces - one a neat slice, the other a larger rounded chunk.]
I'd say it does the job. Maybe you gotta have some luck an' better aim than that, though.
She's laughing hard at that, and finishes up the potatoes so she can find their bottles of water she stored in the car. Stealing those two new bottles is helpful, because they have enough extra to rinse things. She returns shaking both water bottles like maracas, shimmying her backside as she moves.]
Can you cut up the steak with your knife? It's in the cooler. I'll rinse the potatoes then see if I can find the little salt and pepper shakers we grabbed at the store.
[Look at them, being domestic and cute together out camping. That makes her really happy.]