Xossip Ultimate Story Contest 2014

[Expert]

love on road

stranger


The over-sized mud tires on the truck are humming so loud I can barely hear the radio as we barrel down the road. Rain batters the roof and I play ‘racing raindrops’ on the windshield, to see which will escape the wipers. I want to talk to you but you’re still pissed off that I drank too much. I’m not drunk, just a little tipsy. I don’t know why you’re so mad, I didn’t think those couple of shots would upset you so much, but I know you are. Your knuckles are white on the steering wheel, your jaw is set, and I’m pretty sure if it was quieter I would hear your teeth grinding. Fuck it.

“Shit!” I act like I’m searching the floor.
“What? Did you drop your cigarette? I told you not to smoke in here when you’re drunk!”
“I’m not drunk, just pull over, will ya?”
“Not drunk, my ass.” You whip the truck over to the side of the road, jamming the brakes, and the seatbelt catches me when I slam forward.

I unbuckle as fast as I can and fling the door open. A country love song blares in the absence of the tire noise. I hop out, careful not to land in the ditch and realize that maybe I am a little bit drunk. I find the imaginary cigarette and then walk around the front of the truck to your door, already soaked from the rain.
“What the hell are you doing?” I can barely hear you through the window.

I pull the truck door open. “Talking to you.”
“Are you crazy? It’s pouring rain! Quit fucking around and get back in the truck.” You try to pull the door out of my hand, but I’m not letting go.
“Come on. Come out here with me, baby. It’s warm rain. It feels good. Turn the radio up and come dance with me.” I grab your hand and tug.
“No. Get in the truck.”

I step up on the running board and lean in to kiss your neck. I can feel your muscles loosen slightly, so I work my way over to your mouth. I lick your bottom lip lightly, kiss the outside corner of your lips, and then kiss your mouth. I suck your bottom lip into my mouth, then release it, again, and again, until you finally kiss me back and let me have your tongue. Sliding my tongue against yours, breathing in your breath, your taste, my hands rest on your face as chills ride up my spine and knots form in my stomach. When your hands reach up to rest on my waist I pull away slightly.

“Where are you going?”
“Dance with me.”
“It’s raining.”
“I know! That’s the best part.” I smile and pull on your hand again.

“You’re crazy.” You roll your eyes, but laugh and unbuckle your seat belt as I climb down.
You turn up the radio and climb out and I put my arms around your neck and sway to the music, your hands on my waist and your cheek on top of my head. You make it through half the song before I feel the rumble in your chest as you start to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”
“You. This. I’m soaked. We’re gonna get pneumonia.” You have the sweetest smile.
“Nah. I’ll warm you up.” When I kiss you this time you’re ready for me and it’s only seconds before I’m licking the rain off your ear, your neck, collarbone. When I start to unbutton your shirt you stop me.

“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“We’re outside. In the rain.”
“I know.” I kiss your neck, continue unbuttoning.
“On a road?”

I laugh because I know you didn’t mean for it to be a question. “Yes, it’s a road. A dirt road that no one but us really uses, it’s late, and as you pointed out, it’s raining.” I lightly bite your ear. “This road’s slippery as sin when it rains.” I whisper.
You take your own shirt off and I tug mine over my head, throwing it in the cab with yours. I reach for your jeans but you do it yourself and I pull my skirt off over my head so I don’t get it dirty. Now all I’m wearing is my boots.

Your hands grab my ass and lift me and I wrap my legs around your waist as you lean my back against the truck. I squeal when the cold metal touches my skin and you silence me with your mouth, slamming your cock into me. It’s raining so hard now it feels like we’re made of liquid silk and I have to lock my arms around your neck to help hold myself up. You bury your face in my neck and thrust slow and deep. Agonizingly slow. It builds and builds, until I’m sure it can’t possibly build anymore. And it keeps building. I’m moaning nonsense words that I’m not even sure make sense.

“Please, baby. Fuck. Fuck, yes. Shit. Please."

I bite your shoulder and you groan. It turns me on more. My whole body is shaking, but I still can’t cum. I want to so badly, but it just keeps building. I’ve never been fucked so slow and steady, and the rain has made all my nerve endings feel exposed.

You’re getting close yourself, I can feel it as your rhythm increases and your voice becomes ragged and rough in my ear. I boost myself a little higher around your waist, and push my back harder against the cold metal of the truck, as I meet you with my hips. You moan my name as I shatter around you, your hands digging into my ass cheeks, and my nails scbanging across your shoulders
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My brain was washed with alcohol