"So. You gonna sit there lookin' pretty all night, or you gonna come closer and let me figure out what makes you tick?" He asks tilting his head slightly.
There is something in being challenged like this that breaks something in my brain. I can't back down for some reason or at least I can't make it look like I am as flustered as I actually am.
I pretend to be in control of my own impulses for a second, I breathe deep my eyes narrowing before I lean back on the truck bed looking towards him.
"Wanting to figure me out huh? Brave choice I got to say, you sure you can handle it?" I ask with a smirk. If he is going to push me then I'm going to push back. I won't be the only bumbling idiot here getting flustered by a guy I just met.
He meets me halfway down my head now pressed flat on the trucks bed, one hand catching the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair. His grip is firm, controlling, and he pulls me in until our foreheads nearly touch. My eyes grow big at how fast this bastard catches me off guard. He is fast.
"Brave?" His breath ghosts warm across my lips, eyes dark in the dim light. "Darlin', I wrestled my first steer at fourteen. Chased down a wounded boar through brush so thick it tore my shirt clean off. Brave ain't the word you should be using to scare me off that will just make me want it more."
He tugs my head back just enough to expose my throat, his mouth brushing the curve of my jaw. My eyes burn, I can't believe someone is treating me like this. I can't believe I'm LETTING someone move me around like this. "I'm reckless. Whole different animal Alex." He says his other hand finding my hip, calloused palm sliding under the hem of my shirt to find warm skin. The roughness of ranch work drags against me as he pulls me closer into him.
"Now you gonna keep throwin' vague threats at me, or you gonna let me see what you're really about?" he asks the ghost of his breath on my exposed neck. A growl escapes my mouth as I twist out of his grip and lean towards his face. Instead of going for his lips I slip past his face my teeth grazing his earlobe, just a hint of pressure.
"Damn Alex, so you do want to play huh? Good cause I got all sorts of ideas and not a single one of 'em involves talkin'." He says his grip on my hips tightening.
I don't need telling twice. My mouth crashes against his, all teeth and tongue and hunger, the hand on my hip yanking me flush against him. I can feel the hard lines of his body meeting mine through our thin shirts, the heat of him seeping into me.
"Fuck, you taste good." I mumble it against his lips between kisses, his hand sliding further up my back under my shirt, mapping the planes of my skin. The wool blanket scratches beneath us as he shifts us around, rolling until I'm suddenly beneath him braced over me on one forearm.
His free hand works at my buttons on my shirt, impatient, popping one or two in haste. He pulls back just enough to look down at me, chest heaving, brown eyes nearly black in the starlight. He is hot like this, like an animal almost as trapped as I am.
"You tell me if you want me to stop. Otherwise…"
I lean my head forwards, mouth finding the curve of his neck, I bite down just hard enough to make him gasp. His hips press into mine on instinct, and I can feel exactly how interested he is through the denim. Serves him right, teasing me this whole time. I think to myself.
"…I'm gonna take my time with you Alex. I really hope you're ready." Someone laughs far in the distance the music a low drum all of it fading to nothing when his hand slips lower, fingers teasing along my waistband. His eyes searching for permission.
My own length straining hard against my jeans. The hunger in his eyes making my thoughts foggy. "This is a bad idea. You're a bad idea." I say as I rip open his shirt's buttons, he takes a surprised breath in and I trace circles on his exposed stomach.
His abs tense under my touch, muscles jumping at the contact. A low laugh rumbles out of him as he leans close and breathes against my neck
"Bad idea." He growls.
I lift my head, looking up at him with a crooked grin, sweat dripping from my temple onto the blanket below us.
"That's all you got?" I ask starting to smirk. He grabs my hand moving over his abdomen and pins it above my head, leaning down onto me with his full weight into the grip. His other hand working my belt buckle open with practiced ease.
He dips down towards my face, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. The hair on my arms standing up.
"Ahh what's wrong beautiful? Cat got your tongue now?" He whispers before thrusting against me as soon as I open my mouth to respond. "Still think this is a mistake?" He asks grinning. "Right now I got you underneath me, hard and wantin', tellin' me this is a mistake while your body's beggin' otherwise."
His hand finally slips past my waistband, fingers wrapping around me. A slow long stroke once as he watches my face.
"So here's what's gonna happen smart mouth. You keep tellin' me this is a bad idea."
He squeezes, making me yelp his grip firm.
"And I'm gonna keep provin' you right and then we're gonna keep doing it anyway." He smiles with a cheshire grin.
His thumb swipes across the head, spreading the wetness pooling there.
"That sound like a plan, Alex?"
I bite my tongue to stop moaning from the contact. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he is making me feel. Shit I think to myself. I'm in trouble.
He notices the way my jaw clenches, the way I'm fighting to keep quiet. A slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face. Asshole. He can tell what he is doing to me. I bite down harder.
"Oh, that's cute." He twists his wrist on the upstroke, grip tightening just enough and somehow still not enough.
"You think if you stay quiet, I won't know? That I can't feel you throbbin' in my hand, feel how bad you want it?" He leans down, lips brushing mine but not kissing, just breathing me in.
My eyes grow wide. Breathing heavy.
"I can be patient, Alex. Got all night to make you scream."
His hand picks up a steady rhythm, slow and deliberate, free hand sliding up under what's left of my shirt to find my nipple. A sharp pinch before rolling it between rough fingers.
"C'mon now. Don't hold out on me Alex you were so keen to talk earlier."
He shifts his hips against my thigh, letting me feel how hard he is too, grinding against me while working me over. I still refuse to let any noise slip out.
"Just one little sound. That's all I'm askin' for." He smiles his mouth finding a spot just below my ear, teeth scraping then tongue soothing.
Fuck. This guy somehow knows exactly where to tease to make me lose all common sense I think.
"Give me somethin' to work with here, or I'm gonna have to get creative." His thumb circles the head again, pressing into my sensitive slit.
My nose wrinkles at the effort to stay quiet. My eyes focused. I'm not losing this challenge even as my cock pulses at his relentless tugging.
He pulls back just enough to watch my face, hand stilling around me. His rough thumb presses hard into the sensitive underside, holding right at that edge.
"Stubborn little thing, ain't ya?" He releases me completely, wiping his palm on my jeans. My cock twitches at the sudden loss, and he grins at the sight.
"Alright. New plan. He sits back on his heels and yanks his ripped shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere into the truck bed. The firelight catches the hair on his chest, the lean muscle underneath, old scars from barbed wire and worse. I look hungrily at him.