the devil works hard, but scott miller girlies work harder.
saw the new photos and yeah, i have no words except for the ones below. those pictures had me thinking a whole lot. man knows what heâs doing and you canât convince me otherwise.
basically just a fun lil short story i thought up - could be a series, if people were interested.
no major warnings. bit of swearing. somewhat established situationship. fwb? defo some hate-fucking in the future. guess weâll see!
Jumping out the truck into the lot you headed round the back to the truckbed to make sure all the gear was good. Charlie came ambling to the back, your shotgun partner taking a good look at all the other chasers parked up. The rest of your team were 10 minutes behind.
âDoesnât look like Owens and his crew are here yet.â She sighed watching as you fiddled with some of the fastenings.
âUh huhâ you replied non-committedly, focusing on the task at hand.
âStorm Par are here thoughâ, you could hear the smirk in her voice and made no attempt to answer.
Despite this she continued.
âMiller looks good, grown out his hair a little.â
Charlie was teasing you and you knew it. A one time thing that you will never hear the end of - you were never telling her anything again. It didnât matter that it was a year ago and you were both a bit drunk - to Charlie that was plenty of ammunition to keep her amused for an eternity.
âHas he now?â You asked flatly, hoping your tone would highlight your disinterest and the banality of the conversation, accompanied by your locked gaze on the equipment in the truck bed.
âYup - plenty there toâŠcling on toâ you didnât need to look to see the Cheshire grin she inevitably had on her face.
âJesus fucking Christâ you rolled your eyes, dramatically dropping what ever you were fiddling with in a huff.
âIâm going into the gas station, you want anything?â You asked, angling to get away from her nonsense.
âMillerâs number?â She suggested cheekily.
âNot a chance.â
You head across the lot and into the mini-mart, the air con only making a slight difference to the temperature outside, you begin browsing the aisles aimlessly. The sound from outside so what muted and highlighted every so often with the opening of the mini-martâs door and its little jingling bell.
You were passing through the âHealth and Protein Barâ section when you felt a presence behind you.
âHow you doing Princess? Long time, no see.â
Scott.
âDonât call me that, and Iâve been busyâ
You began to march towards the end of the aisle, hoping heâd get the message.
âYou didnât mind me calling you that last time I saw you.â
âWell last time I was hammered so donât think youâre specialâ
âTwo beers and you were hammered? Expected more than that from you princess.â
He was starting to grind your gears. He knew you were denying it and so did you, but facing the reality of climbing into bed with Miller fairly sober was not something you wanted to address.
âDrop it Scottâ you moved quickly on to the next aisle.
He gave you about a minute before retrying the charm offensive. You were staring at trail mix when he started again.
âYou been going to the gym? You look good, I mean you always did, but whew. Been working real hard on leg day huh?â
He made no attempt to hide checking out your ass.
You didnât entertain him with a reply, only continued browse the shelves. When he realised he wasnât going to get a response he made his move.
Closing in on you. Grabbing you by the hips.
âYouâll break eventuallyâ he whispered softly in your ear, leaving you but not before placing a gentle kiss to the point where your jaw met your neck, just next to where heâd spoken quietly to you.
And like that he was gone.
And damn it, you were flustered.
Heading to the next aisle and picking up some crappy snacks and sugary drinks, you paid and left the stifling mini-mart swiftly.
Returning to the truck, and paying no mind to Storm Par, you realised the rest of your team had turned up.
Much to your disappointment, their computer systems for tracking were playing up and no one knew how to fix it. Well, except for you.
Taking the first laptop, you opened up the truck bed, bent over and had a look. Undoubtedly Charlie was making some obscene gesture behind you but you could care less when there was important work to be done.
The fix didnât seem to complicated but with the amount of signal you were getting out in the sticks, it was gonna take some time.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud clanging noise, and looking up you found someone standing in your truck bed.
âJesus Tyler do you mind!â
âSorry sweetheart you know I gotta make an entranceâ
He must have jumped from the bonnet of his truck to yours, climbed over the cab and jumped into the back. He began surveying the company in the lot.
âIs it me or has Clipboard changed up his style? Seems a lil relaxed looking if you ask meâ
âYeah, Y/N likes it though - donât you?â Charlie winked
âPlease be quiet Iâm trying to focusâ, you glued your eyes to the laptop screen, praying the conversation would pass.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Something you ainât telling us?â Tyler teased,
âNopeâ you said tight lipped
Charlie, to your left, was nodding enthusiastically however.
âYou and Miller! Well Iâll be damnedâ Tyler laughed.
You were silent.
âHow long has that been going on then?â His eyes twinkled with the prospect of gossip.
Charlie happily jumped in to explain.
âOh it was only a one time thing but trust from what Iâve heard it was a night of passionate, hate-filled, lustful, argumentative-â Charlie began dramatically
âCharlie, keep going and Iâm relegating you to ride with Blake and Gareth.â You said as sternly as you could (it was difficult to be actually angry with Charlie).
She quickly changed her tune,
âActually, I donât know anything about it ever. Never even heard of a Dot Tiller in my lifeâ she said pretending to look at smudged ink on her hand.
âWell I must say sweetheart, Iâm blown away.â Tyler still looked gobsmacked.
âYeah, so was-â Charlie stopped herself before finishing that sentence
âWas it worth it? Breaking your own rulesâ Tyler was starting to realise just how much fun teasing you about this might be.
âDonât you start as well Owens.â You glared at him.
âPlease tell me heâs no good - oh that would be wonderful, him and all that ego, only to be no good.â
Charlie giggled.
âIâm not entertaining this.â you were really trying to persevere with the IT glitch.
âHe must be trying to compensate for something with all that bulking and attitude.â Tyler mused.
You said nothing.
âHe is isnât he!â Charlie joined in hysterically, tickled pink by the idea.
Whether you meant to or not, the expression on your face must have given something away when Tyler cursed loudly, drawing some of the attention of other people in the lot.
âYouâve got to be kidding me - nah Iâm not having that, thatâs just not fair. He can be a massive dick and also- you know what, Iâm not even gonna say it, I donât want to know.â
âYou started it!â Your accused matter-of-factly.
âGod I donât know what to think. I donât know who you are anymore, I wish I never came over hereâ he began to monologue theatrically.
âYeah, whatever. Look just get out of my truck bed and go find someone else to botherâ you demanded in an affectionate manner.
He jumped down on to the hot tarmac beside you .
âAs you please your majestyâ and with a bow and a chaste kiss to the cheek he was on his merry way back to his crew. You couldnât help but smile at him.
âIf looks could kill, someone better tell Owensâ family to start making funeral arrangements.â Charlie muttered to you, looking in the direction of the Storm Par crew.
warnings: smut, arguing, piv, scott being a dick, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink, use of mommy and good boy, probably some other bits Iâve forgotten to mention (pls donât kill me)
*THREE YEARS AGO*
first day on the new job and safe to say you were feeling a little overwhelmed. It upset you because youâd wanted to be an aid worker for so many years, seeing the work theyâd done in your community, wanting to give back to people. But the 6 months of training youâd had didnât prepare you for the intense feeling of dread gathering in your stomach.
you knew what to do, not only in theory but in practise. Growing up in tornado country had you accustomed to these events. The only difference now was that people were looking to you for help and the voice in the back of your head kept saying âyouâre going to get it wrongâ. Nothing scared you more than the thought of disappointing the people that youâd come here to help. Good people, honest people, people who reminded you community back home. The sort of people who pulled together when the shit hit the fan. You did not want to let them down.
You let these thoughts spiral softly in your head as you sat quietly around a table with your new colleagues.
They all knew each other, having worked for the charity a while now, so it just left you - the newbie. You sipped at your drink, this was about the 3rd one youâd had, you were waiting for your social persona to kick in but clearly the beer did not have your back on that plan - opting instead to make you wallow in self despair. So when the chance to get another round in came up you took it, perhaps it would help to ingratiate you with your co-workers.
You noted the bar was fairly busy as you stood waiting to be served. âThey must all be here for the tornadoesâ you thought. Some were cowboy looking sorts others a bit more clean cut. You wiggled you way to the front of the queue, squashed between a girl on a bar stool to your right and the back of a very tall man (who smelt very pleasant) to your left.
The kind-faced bartender took your order and you stood and listened to your surroundings as he poured the beers for you. The girl to your right was explaining to her friend about how she was convinced her boyfriend was cheating on her (in all fairness it sounded like she was probably right). The guy to your left clearly was some sort of tornado chaser, kept using meteorological terms and talking about stats.
How thrilling.
It wasnât until that bartender had placed the fourth of eight drinks on the tray that the guy to your right really said something that caught your attention.
âYeah man, letâs just hope we get some good numbers and then we can get back to the city and start working on things. The sooner weâre out of here the better, leave these hicks to get back to fucking their cousins or whatever it is they do for fun.â
You almost couldnât believe what youâd just heard and before you knew it you were interrupting him with,
âI beg your fucking pardon?â
Loud enough for him to turn round and reply
âDonât think I was talking to you sweetheart.â
If it hadnât been for the rage within you (perhaps fuelled by the three previous beers youâd had) youâd have been gobsmacked by the sheer sight of the man. Not only was he tall, broad-shouldered, with a deep syrupy voice, he was also unfortunately drop dead gorgeous. As in offensively good-looking. Frankly ridiculous and obscene.
âPerhaps not, but you were talking loud enough for some people to hear you chatting shit, so you should hardly be surprised if someone pulls you up on it!â
âWhatâs it to you huh?â He looked down at you smugly and crossed his arms over his chest. God his forearms, books could be written solely about them.
âWell other than the fact that Iâm a human being and not an elitist snob, I hardly think itâs right to say something so despicable about people you donât even know. Good, hard-working people who are just trying their best to get by!â
âYou some kind of Commie or something?â
âIf being a Communist means being a decent fucking person then yeah I am!â
You could see the bartender out of the corner of your eye, he was glancing warily at you, placing the penultimate beer on the tray.
âLook sweetheart, if it upsets you that much I apologise.â He smirked, holding his hands up in surrender.
âDonât sweetheart me! Who are you anyway? Some chaser trying to profit of peopleâs grief, more than likely Iâm sure given your attitude towards them!â
That got him defensive.
âI do important work thatâll help these people, not that they seem to notice!â His eyes scanned around the bustling room.
âAnd whatâs in it for you? Clearly you donât care about them so what are you getting out of this huh!â
âGet off your high horse doll! Youâre probably just another hillbilly wrangler like half the other people in this joint.â His piercing blue eyes stared fiercely into yours.
Your little argument was starting to gain some attention. No way to back down now.
âIâll have you know that Iâm here in a charitable capacity, so that when shit hits the fan and your little friends toddle back off to the city, Iâll be staying behind helping clean up.â
His irritated expression changed to one of mock astoundment, âWell I apologise for my manners, I didnât realise I was in the presence of a living saint!â He jeered.
You saw red. Not that your vision had increasingly been tainted with the colour since hearing this ass speak but taking a shit on your job was the last straw.
âGo fuck yourself howâs that?â It was a pathetic response but your brain had short-circuited from rage.
âIâd rather that than shack up with one of my cousins in the Union of Redneck Socialist Republics!â
Well if his last comment hadnât already done it, that one just took the biscuit . Taking one of the beers off your tray you threw it over him. People in the immediate surroundings gasped and quieted down.
The man looked dumbstruck. As if no one had actually followed through on holding him accountable before. As if heâd never reaped the consequences of his actions until this moment. As if he had walked all over other people his entire life and no one had told him to stop.
Well the buck stopped here.
You placed the glass back on the bar, the bartender was swiftly pouring another drink to replace the one youâd just emptied over your new best friend. You handed over a wad of cash, there was plenty there to pay for the drinks and provide a substantial tip, picked up the tray and headed back through the crowds of people to your table, where you co-workers were blissfully unaware of what had just happened. They greeted you with open arms and you hoped these new friends would help you forget about the one youâd just left at the bar.
âŠ
Hours later you were tossing and turning in bed. What that shithead had said was still getting to you.
With his perfect eyebrows, and full lips, and wavy pull-able hair.
Why did the pretty ones always have to be such cunts?
Not that you cared so much about him, more what he stood for. The institution, the man, the money. Yes, thatâs what youâd tell yourself. Anything to help you sleep, anything to distract you from the loneliness.
A sharp rap at the door interrupted your thoughts.
Who the hell was here at this time.
Leaving the warmth and comfort of your bed you trudged over to the door.
Undoing the lock and peering through the small crack you found Him.
âHow the fuck did you find my room?â
âWell I saw the flag with the sickle and hammer outside and thought this must be the place!â He said drily
You were not in the mood for teasing.
âThe fuck do you want anyway?â You were soon beginning to forget how tired youâd just felt, now excited by this twilight visitor.
âJust open the door.â
It was a command.
The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and youâd be a fool to refuse him. It was impulsive and stupid but you let him in.
He crossed the threshold, shutting the door with his foot.
He placed one hand on your cheek.
One hand one your waist.
Sinking dangerously lower.
His lips had attached themselves to the side of your neck, working their way upwards, till eventually bliss.
How could something so bad taste so good.
âŠ
*ONE YEAR AGO*
The bar you and the team were currently in was a little too noisy for your liking. It was like any other run-down joint in the middle of nowhere that youâd frequented before but tonight you just werenât feeling it. The past couple of days had taken it out of you, so much work had to be done after a tornado had hit a small town 10 miles away. You were seeking solace in the pool room at the back of the bar.
Spirits were low so no one was in the mood for a bit of friendly competition. It was quiet, peaceful, you felt able to breathe for a moment as you sat on a stool and leant against the wall. Head back, eyes shut.
You meditated on the events of the past few days. Too tired to cry. You wondered why you even bothered coming out but the idea of spending the night locked away in your room seemed worse, so this would have to do.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft click of the pool room door. He was stood there. He closed the door behind him and locked it, placing a chair up against it for good measure.
Slowly he stalked over to where you were sat, not taking his eyes off of yours once.
Arriving in front of you, he stopped. You pushed off the back of the wall and leant towards him. Craving warmth, craving connection.
He leant his forehead against yours, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âHow you doing soldier?âhe murmured softly
You moved back a bit to look at him. You couldnât find the words. But your eyes told the entire story.
âCâmere princess.â He pulled you into his chest,placing his chin atop your head and wrapping his hand in your hair.
You held onto him in hopes of finding some sense of security. He placed soft kisses into your hair.
The longer you held him the more of him you wanted. The desire to feel close to someone, to know that you were still alive and had someone there for you. You began pawing at his back a little, wriggling trying to pull him closer. This always happened when things got bad.
Sure you two had your fun but Scott was also there when you needed someone, even in those moments to of solitude.the two of you never spoke about it - it might make your situation more difficult to admit there might be actual feelings there.
He got the message from your repeated movements.
âAre you sure honey?â
âPlease Scottâ
He hooked his hands and you legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Then he carried you over to the pool table placing you softly on the Green.
And from there he was gentle and soft and comforting. He was everything you needed and more in that moment.
âŠ.
*PRESENT DAY*
The day spent learning the potential hazards in the town was worth its weight in gold as only twelve hours later one of the seasonâs biggest tornadoes hit.
For three days you were doing nothing but sorting through rubble, searching for survivors and recovering what was left of their homes and belongings . You barely saw anyone other than your team. You had abandoned your motel room, opting to sleep in the makeshift recovery centre in the school gymnasium on a camp bed. Though you did little sleeping.
On the fourth day you were sent back to the motel, told by your supervisor to get some rest as you werenât any help to anyone half dead.
But rest would not come you itched to get back to help, so when a knock came at your door you jumped up, hoping your supervisor was calling you back to the frontline.
But it wasnât your supervisor waiting for you on the other side of the door. It was Scott. He looked awful, unkempt, hair a mess, bags under his eyes and a heavy five oâclock shadow emerging on his jaw.
His eyes were wide, panicked as if he couldnât believe it was you.
Before you could think or speak he rushed in, grabbing your face and kissing you harshly. Naturally, you kissed him back.
It was hot, heavy, harsh and rushed. He kept trying to speak between kisses.
âI thoughtâŠ.I thought you were,â
Kiss.
âBecause I havenât seen you for three days,â
Kiss.
âAnd you didnât call,â
Kiss,
âThen javi said he saw you pulling in to the parking lot today,â
Kiss.
âAnd I just had to check for myself.â
Kiss.
You pushed him off you slightly, a little overwhelmed by the display. You cupped his face in your hands and rubbed softly at his stubbled cheeks.
âItâs okay Iâm here.â
You kissed him softly and he melted, stooping down a little and wrapping his arms around your waist.
Skin becoming slightly irritated by his oncoming beard you spoke again,
âYou need a shave.â
He just looked down at you, waiting to be told what to do next.
âGo to the bathroom and sit downâ
He turned on his heel and entered the cramped room sitting himself down on the toilet.
You found his wash bag by the sink.
âYou been staying here?â You raised a quizzical brow.
He blushed a little,
âI explained the situation to the motel clerk and managed to get a spare key, I was hoping you might walk in one eveningâ
You smiled, placed a soft kiss to his lips and then started rummaging through the wash bag. You knew what youâd find. He was a traditional man and he trusted you.
You fingers clasped the wooden handle of the straight razor. The brush and pot of sandalwood shaving cream followed after. You began the ritual.
You took a flannel and wet it under the hot tap then turned to him.
âHead backâ
He obeyed.
You wet his skin with the flannel, pressing it softly against his cheekbones, around his mouth, under his jawline.
Then with a small sprinkle of water and a swish of the brush you applied the foam to his face. His eyes shut as he relaxed into the sensation, your hand cradling his face. You brushed over his face till his stubble was covered with an adequate layer of lather.
Moving to the sink you felt the air switch as you turned your back to him.
You picked up the wooden handle, you flicked out the straight blade.
Facing him once more, you waited a moment. His eyes connected with yours. A minute seemed to last an eternity.
You moved closer, settling yourself in his lap.
âNeed you to be a good boy and stay nice and still for me okay.â You said placing your free hand beneath his chin.
He just nodded, his Adamâs apple bobbing in his throat.
You began your work.
From the right to the left side of his face, you carefully shaved, carving the razor gently against his skin.
He was still as a statue, hands fiercely grabbing your hips for some semblance of control.
âDoinâ so good fâ me,â you cooed, he whimpered.
âNeed you to keep that up because now Iâve really got to concentrate okay?â
âYes maâamâ he all but breathed out, every ounce of his strength being used to form those two words. The echo of it rippling through the still air of the bathroom.
With your second and third finger you pushed his chin further back, stretching the skin taught, laying his throat bare.
Beginning at the jugular notch, the sharp blade travelled up the base of his throat.
His Adamâs Apple bobbed again.
âUh uh uh, need to you to be totally still you understand? Wouldnât want me to to slip.â You whispered into his ear.
He made a sound that resembled a ânoâ, so you continued. His eyes squeezed shut.
Making it as slow as possible you took the razor over the central column of his throat, stopping just where it joined the underside of his chin. The mortal angle.
âLook at me.â
Scott opened his eyes to stare back at you.
âWho do you belong to?â
âYouâ
âSay it again.â You purred.
âYou. Yours. Iâm yoursâ
âGood boy.â
You finished the stroke of the blade, ending at the edge of his chin.
Placing your tongue at the base of his throat, you took a long lick that followed the path the razor had just taken.
He moaned loudly, fingers bruising the flesh of your hips and ass.
âDonât let all that self control go to waste - Iâm not done yet sweetie.â
âJesus Christâ he muttered
âHeâs not gonna help you now, filthy little sinner.â
âHe probably wouldnât stand a chance against you anywaysâ Scott chuckled
Slowly you continued your work, carefully shaving away at his sculpted jaw.
You were struggling more and more to get a stable handle on things as Scott fidgeted away beneath you. His legs were bouncing, his fingers itching. He was struggling.
âAhâ he exclaimed as the blade nicked the skin over the right corner of his jaw. A red bead began to blossom till its weight brought it down his neck in a bright line.
âSee thatâs what happens when you canât sit still.â You chastised him.
He rolled his eyes at you, frustration growing more and more apparent, but in fairness his movements stilled.
The small trickle of blood had made its way down his throat, pooling slightly at the notch of his collar bone. At the site of the cut more seeped out, following the path of these first drop.
You folded the blade back into the handle and twisted in his lap to place it on the sink counter. For a moment he thought you would also grab the flannel to finish cleaning him up. You had other ideas.
Steadying your hands on his shoulders you leant in and placed your open mouth against the dip where his blood had collected, then slowly took your tongue up the path of the drop of blood, mirroring your earlier actions, till you met the small scratch youâd made.
With lip and tongue you massaged the spot, sucking and lapping softly at it.
Scott was internally losing his mind. The lights were too bright, the bathroom too warm and you simply werenât close enough. He wanted to do something but he also didnât want you to stop, he never wanted you to stop. He knew better than to try and take matters into his own hands - if he tried to flip it now, for him to be the one in charge, he knew it was a one way ticket to you walking out that door.
So he begged.
âPlease fuck me. Please, Iâll do anything.â He sounded wonderfully pitiful.
And you would gladly take pity on him.
âPick me up and take us to bedâ
In an instant he stood, you holding on to him fiercely with legs wrapped round his waist.
Reaching the creaking motel bed he knew better than to set you down first, so he sat as he was in the bathroom - you still in his lap, still on top.
You took one look at his gorgeous, flushed face and knew you were done for. He would be the death of you.
You took off your top and used it to wipe away any lingering traces of foam that remained on his face. The bleeding at his jaw had eased off a little, the blood near it beginning to dry and darken.
You felt his fingers crawl up your back to your bra. He looked at you silently and you nodded your head. The offending article was gone within seconds.
You placed a tender kiss to his lips and his arms wrapped around your waist to pull your chests flush together. Your hands fiddled with the soft locks of his hair as the kiss became more desperate, more breathless. You could feel Scott grinding up into you, desperately searching for friction. You moaned into each others mouths as the movement created small jolts of pleasure.
His mouth left yours to attack your neck, your shoulders, and when you arched your back he made quick work of finding your breasts.
âDonât you dare leave any marks that people will be able to seeâ you tried to say sternly.
âHave I ever?â he barely replied, more focused on his ministrations. From nipping at the underside of your tit, to circling the nipple with his tongue, he made a committed effort to please you. His free hand massaging whichever breast his mouth wasnât devouring.
You whimpered softly, hands still in his hair
âSo good, so good fâmeâ
You rolled your hips, more and more desperately until youâd had enough of playing around. Grabbing his shoulders you pushed Scott back to remove him from your chest and have him laid all the way back on the mattress.
âI think weâve had enough of thatâ you murmured into his ear.
He said nothing as your hands travelled down his torso towards his belt. You could feel him beneath where you were sat on his hips, grinding a little as you removed the belt from its loops. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes as he tried to remain composed.
You held the belt before his face, giving him a knowing look. He just smiled, he knew the drill. You leant forward to place his arms above his head, your chest falling over his face. Fastening the leather in place, you hopped off him a moment to remove your shorts and pants and pull his trousers and boxers off.
âOh poor baby, that looks painfulâ you trailed a finger up the underside of his throbbing cock.
âPlease Mommy, please.â He whined.
âPlease Mommy what?â You kept you finger on him, twirling around his head delicately, pinching slightly with your thumb.
âP-please f-fuck me Mom-myâ he plead through gritted teeth.
You stretched your leg over him, sitting that your slick folds rubbed gently against him - he shivered.
You leant over his chest, sucking red-purple marks onto his neck and torso.
He was wriggling in anticipation.
âWhat do you say scotty?â You looked down through your lashes, pursing your lips at him.
âThank you mommyâ
âAtta boyâ you ruffled his hair, he stuck his nose up searching to nuzzle at you, any form of contact.
Moving you hand down between you both, you grabbed him
âSweet Jesusâ he whispered, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
âNope sweetheart, just me.â
You guided him through your wet lips till his tip came to your entrance. You moved it back and forth, from there to your clit slowly.
âPlease. Please donât tease me mommy, been so good.â He whined petulantly, but he was right.
Pulling him back to your entrance you sunk down on him quickly, shocking him and eliciting and wonderful feeling from you.
âFuckâ he shouted as he nearly bolted up right, restraints keeping him from doing so entirely.
âShush Scottyâ you moaned breathily, enjoying yourself immensely, âdonât want to disturb anyoneâ
Scott nodded but it seemed like he was barely there.
âOpen your eyes and watch me.â You commanded.
And he did. Those beautiful blue eyes shone up at you in awe through his dark lashes and you began to move. Slowly at first and then gaining pace.
âFuck youâre tightâ Scott let out, struggling to keep his eyes open.
âNot sure if Iâm tight or if youâre just big, can nearly feel you in my throat.â
âDonât say shit like that or Iâll be done in two seconds.â
âSorry baby boy, itâs only the truthâ
Focusing on the task at hand you picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping wet against skin filled the room, accompanied but grunts and sighs. You felt Scott bucking up into you searching for any semblance of control. His gaze didnât leave you once.
You felt him so deep, bruising your cervix but god it felt good.
âIâm not gonna last much longerâ Scott admitted.
âYou gonna come for mommy?â
âHngh-yeâŠyessâ his eyes threatened to shut.
You reached your hand down to start working at your clit.
âGonna fill me up? Wanna make me a real mama?â
âGod yes, please, yesâ heâd shut his eyes
âIâm only gonna let you if you look at me. Be a good boy and look at mommyâ with your finger circling your clit you felt your own release building as he pistoned into you.
He opened his eyes and that was all it took. He shot into you, coating your walls as he let out an almighty moan.
âFuck y/nâ
You took your attention off him to focus on yourself. Closer and tighter, whimpering
âOh god Scottâ,
over and over, until at last you reached you climax, soaking him a little in the process.
Collapsing onto his chest you caught your breath, not making any move to take his cock out of you.
âThat wasâŠâ he began,
âYeah I knowâ
You moved a little so you could position yourself to remove the belt from his wrists.
He placed his arms round you as you still lay on top of him
âPromise youâll never go off grid like that again?â
part 2 of good boy : https://www.tumblr.com/brazenlilhussy/792412247045652480/good-boy
tags - @mirrorball-6
mdni.
themes/warnings: scott is a lil bitch, established situationship, subby scott, drinking, fighting, jealousy, angst, dom/sub, afab reader, SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, lil bit of butt stuff (nothing crazy), squirting, car sex, underdeveloped female characters (forgive me for using women as plot devices).
finding some strength from somewhere you stood and went to him. you grabbed his chin and tilted his face up to meet yours. you took your now drenched underwear from his mouth and discarded them to the side, replacing them with your fingers which were covered with your wetness. he greedily licked and sucked them until they were clean.
âgood boy.â
he looked desperately at you from his kneeling position, hands still nicely secured behind his back, small beads of sweat peppering his chest.
âiâm sorry baby, i am. please just let meâŠjust let meâ he screwed his eyes up, struggling to get his words out.
you brought your face close to his, noses pressed lightly together - âiâm not your baby.â
you removed your fingers from under his chin, backing away slowly.
he had that stupid confused look on his face again,
âwhatâŠwhat are you doing?â
you ignored him, finding your clothes which had been strewn around the room and putting them back on.
âyou canât be seriousâ he groaned, still on the floor, still tied up.
you walked to the door, giving him a little pat on the head as you passed him and then made your way back to your room, immensely pleased with yourself
âŠâŠâŠ.
The next day you congregated with your team in the lot to discuss logistics of an incoming delivery of aid packages, camping beds, and fresh water. It was going to be a lot of heavy lifting and apparently your team leader had to reiterate the âlift with your knees, not your backâ rule.
âAnything we can do to help?â Tyler rounded your team, âWeâve got 5 extra pair of hands if you need them!â
âThanks Owens, weâll give you a call if necessary!â Your team leader replied.
âHow are you princess?â Tyler threw his arm over your shoulder, your mind jumping back to Scott calling you by that very same nickname the evening before.
âIâm good cowboy, what about you?â
âYeah, you look good. Iâm swell, hopefully got some good tornadoes to wrangle today!â He smiled at you.
âWeâll just be careful, you know Clipboard and Storm Par ran into a little trouble yesterday.â
âYeah, I saw him grabbing a coffee this morning, was wondering what was up with his face.â
Your eyes scanned the parking lot but couldnât find any Storm Par members.
âHe took a pretty nasty knock to the headâ you said, Tyler stared at you a little confused ââŠwell one of my colleagues gave him a once over, you know just to make sure.â You said sheepishly
âRiiiiiggghhhtâ, Tyler mused, âwell heâs a big boy, he can take care of himself.â
âYeah, you can say that again.â You mumbled under your breath, suddenly feeling slightly hot.
âWhat was that?â Tyler probed.
âOh nothing, heâll probably just use his new debonair look to pull some chicks at the bar.â
âDebonair eh? Am I detecting a sense of bitterness? Jealousy perhaps?â Tyler smirked at you.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about!â You covered quickly, hating how easily he could read you.
âSure thing honey. Well we best get going - see you at the bar later?â
âYeah if the tornadoes havenât caused complete havoc and chaos.â You answered, rolling your eyes.
Tyler jogged over to his team and their vehicles as you turned back to look over your vans, readying them to take on the delivery. You briefly cast your eye over your shoulder, and there He was. Just looking at you, then at Tyler and then back at you before walking off to find the rest of his crew.
âŠâŠ
It had been a long and tiring day of unloading boxes off one van, putting them into another, driving it to the local school gymnasium, and back and forth and back and forth. You were aching and exhausted by the time youâd finished, and a nice tall beer seemed like the perfect remedy.
You strode up to the wranglers table with a couple of your work friends and happily found a cold one already waiting for you. Squeezing in next to Dani you rested her head on her shoulder.
âWhatâs up sweet?â She said softly.
You took a sip of your beer, âabsolutely run raggedâ you sighed
âSo no dancing tonight?â she jutted out her lower lip, feigning disappointment.
âDefinitely not. I think Iâll just have this one and head to bed.â
âWhose bed, yours or his?â She said quietly, eyes motioning to Scott who was sat at the bar. One of the waitresses leaning over chatting with him, rubbing her thumb over the cut on his brow. He was smiling, looking up at her through his dark lashes.
You briefly felt your heart jump to your throat.
âI saw you leaving his room yesterday evening.â She confessed in your ear. âDonât worry I wonât tellâ
âIâŠI was just checking on his cutâ you were trying to bite down the jealousy you were starting to feel, hands wringing around your glass.
The waitress was giggling at something Scott said. Removing her hand from his brow and running it down his arm to find his hand. He was lapping up the attention.
âChecking on his cut - sure if thatâs what you want to call it. Look no judgement here, even if you are sleeping with enemy.â
You removed your head from Daniâs shoulder and gave her your best cold glare. She only smiled at you.
âYou gonna do something about that or is it âno strings attachedâ?âshe motioned to the bar again with her head whilst making air quotes with her hands.
âWell itâs supposedly the latter.â You mumbled.
âBut?â She encouraged.
âBut nothing, thatâs it.â
âOh really because the way youâre strangling that glass is making me think youâd rather it were the waitressâs neck.â
âOh forget it, Iâm too tired for this. Letâs talk about something else.â
âAnything you want sweet.â
You let Dani distract you for the next half hour talking about her newfound interest in quantum mechanics, eyes only wandering to the bar every so often. God, didnât she have a job to do or something? Sure, the bar wasnât particularly busy but there must be glasses to polish or shelves to dust or something.
You noticed Daniâs empty glass.
âLet me get you another drink.â You offered.
âThought you were only staying for one?â She replied
âI am but that doesnât stop me from getting you one.â
âYou sure thatâs a good idea sweet?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean I think youâre looking for an excuse to go up to the barâ
Sheâd caught you, to be fair it was hardly a cunning plan but you just had an itch.
Dani continued, âFine. Iâll let you get me another drink if that is ALL youâre going to do. No chatting or nothing, just ordering a beer.â
âYes maâamâ you saluted Dani and swivelled on your foot making your way over to the bar.
Each step you took you started to regret it, questioning your own resolve but soldiered on regardless.
His eyes were on you the entire time, from the second youâd stood up to the moment you placed your hands on the side of the sticky bar. The waitress who had been fawning over him, he hadnât bothered to learn her name, left him reluctantly to serve you.
In all fairness, despite his lack of interest in the waitressâs actually existence as a human being, Scott had been enjoying the extra attention. Though he couldnât decide if it was that or the way he could see you bristling across the bar that he enjoyed so much. Sheâd been asking him about the twisters, whether there was anything to worry about, whether heâd come along and protect her. He just smiled and flirted along with her, promising heâd keep her safe.
His fun was ended once you approached. Steely look in your eyes and most definitely avoiding his gaze.
âHi there, can I get a bottle of Coors please.â You asked, trying your best to appear totally chill about the fact sheâd been throwing herself at your (not your) man.
âComing right up.â The waitress answered flatly, clearly irritated that youâd disrupted whatever she had going on with Scott.
âLittle less busy tonightâ you attempted polite small talk.
âYeah I think people are getting a bit more anxious about the weather ramping upâ she replied, popping the cap off the beer bottle, âThatâll be $3.20â
You fumbled with your purse, soon interrupted by
âIâll get itâ
Scott held out a five dollar note which the waitress took.
âYou really donât have to.â You met his gaze.
âI insist.â He smirked
âHereâs your change Scotty.â The waitress placed the coins in his hand making sure her fingers brushed his palm.
You just raised your eyebrows at him.
âWell thanks, have a good night Clipboardâ you marched back to the table placing the beer down roughly in front of Dani.
âHey sweet you good?â
âFine and dandyâ you pivoted, avoiding making farewells and made a b-line for the exit.
Scott watched you leave as the waitress wittered on to him about something and slipped her hand back into his.
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Once youâd made the short walk back to the motel and returned to your room you immediately turned the shower on to wash the day away. The water always took a while to heat up in these places so in the mean time you took a brush through your hair and cleaned your teeth, taking a long hard look at yourself in the dirty motel mirror.
It was pathetic really. Like really really pathetic. You did aid work for goodness sake, dealing with actual real life problems and you were letting some guy that you hooked up with get the better of you.
You were more annoyed at the fact that it was getting under your skin than it being under your skin in the first place. Well, hopefully a good, not too tepid, shower could scrub that off you. You dipped your hand under the running water, still not quite as warm as it could be but it wouldnât be awful to get in.
The slowly warming water ran over you as you grabbed your small bottle of shower gel and began to wash. As you moved your hands over your body you couldnât help but think of Him. How heâd looked at you yesterday and how heâd looked at you this evening. Smug. As if by flirting with the bartender heâd got one over on you. You know what he wanted really. He wanted to make you angry, jealous. Give you a reason to teach him another lesson.
Well you werenât going to let him get what he wanted. And here you were thinking that you were the pathetic one. Perhaps all but storming out of the bar was a low point, but it wasnât as pitiful as the little charade he was pulling.
You were sure he wouldnât follow through on his little dalliance, that wouldnât be like him. Perhaps as you stood there, water pattering against your skin, you said a small prayer - just as an insurance, just so he didnât.
You switched the water off and climbed out the shower, grabbing your towel off the side. Drying off you put on your favourite oversized tee and underwear, getting ready to finally have some sleep after a long ass day.
Or at least thatâs what you thought till you heard a frantic thumping on your door. Opening it with much irritation you found Dani, Tyler and Boone. Youâd have thought Tyler was wasted the way he hung off the two of them, one arm over each shoulder, if it wasnât for the cut on his nose a bruise blossoming around his left eye.
âYou got any spare neosporin sweet?â Dani tried to remain cool but there was a slight panic in her eyes.
âYeah, yeah, of courseâ you said ushering them in quickly and getting Tyler to sit on the edge of your bed.
You grabbed your first aid kit and took a look at his face, assessing the damage.
âYou should see the other guy.â He mumbled half-consciously, eyelids fluttering open and closed slowly.
âWhat did you do?â You asked, slowly cleaning his face and attending to his wounds
âWhy do you always assume that Iâm the one who got myself into trouble princess?â
âBecause you usually are.â You could hear Boone chuckling behind you âWhoâd you piss off this time?â
Dani piped up âThe dumb fucker got on Clipboardâs bad side.â
âYOU GOT INTO A FIGHT WITH MILLER?â You stood back from where youâd placed yourself to check out his face.
âWoah princess itâs not that big of a deal!â Tyler shrugged.
âAre you stupid!! Heâs like twice the size of you!!â
âIt ainât about size princess, itâs about how you use it - ainât that right Booney?â Tyler joked
Boone came round laughing, âtoo right my man, my manâ giving Tyler a firm dap up.
âYeah and he clearly used his physical superiority to knock your fucking lights out.â You tutted.
Rolling your eyes you turned to Dani, seemingly the only other sensible person in the room.
âDo you know what happened?â
Dani looked at you apologetically âAll I know is Tyler went up to the bar to get a round in and two minutes later he was flat on his back on the floor and Miller was storming out the door.â
âFuckâs sake.â You sighed.
You turned your attention back on Tyler who was now joined on the bed by Boone, they were gleefully whispering about something.
âWhat did you say to Scott?â
âOh itâs Scott now is it?â Boone giggled, you sent him a glare that could have killed a dead man.
âAll I said was that the little stunt he was pulling with the waitress wasnât going to get him anywhere with you.â
âYou said what?â
âI was just stating facts princess. Anyone with two working eyes can see it.â
âI didnâtâ Boone added in
âShut up Boone.â Dani and Tyler shouted in exasperation.
âThat still doesnât explain why he hit you.â
âWell he pretended he didnât know what I was talking about so I offered him a little adviceâŠâ
âAnd that advice was?â
âThat if he didnât hurry up and get over his massive ego that someone else would happily come along and snatch you up because heâs holding up the fucking line.â Tyler admitted, eyes directed to where Dani stood, showing an emotion that could almost be called regret.
Your jaw dropped. Everyone was silent. Dani wouldnât meet your eye.
âYouâre such a fucking idiot.â You ran your hands over your face, massaging your brow.
âIâm sorry I just-â âTyler I donât want to hear itâ
âCome on boss letâs goâ Boone threw his arm round Tylerâs shoulder and looked to the door. They got up and made their way out, Dani following close behind them.
âDani I-â âDonât worry about it sweet, go find the man mountain.â And with that she shut the door leaving you feeling very stupid.
âŠâŠ..
Scott was not in his room. Chances were that heâd grabbed a Storm Par truck and taken a drive. Thatâs what he usually did when something was on his mind - you hated that you knew that. Anyway, you werenât going to waste your time waiting for him to back and decided to call it a night for definite this time.
âŠâŠ.
The next morning the atmosphere in the motel parking lot was less than comfortable. Tyler and his crew kept to themselves, though you could see Lily sending you sympathetic looks. On the other side of the lot was Storm Par. Huddling around their tablets, discussing their plans for the day. If Scott was tired from last nightâs drama he didnât show it. Part of you wanted to go over to him and speak to him, the other more reasonable part told you to stay put.
Todayâs plan for you was about half an hour out of town at the local community college. You were going to an all day course about the gas pipes, mains electricity and any other hazards that may become apparent in the town when a tornado hits.
To add to your sour mood you had volunteered to stay behind and wait for a lift as you couldnât all fit in the car on the trip over there. Putting safety first you insisted on waiting, nothing would be more embarrassing than the headline of âlocal aid work killed in car crash after not wearing seat belt in over occupied truckâ. The team got in touch with someone at the college to give you a lift so you could all arrive at a similar time and get a start on todayâs talks. Unfortunately 10 minutes after theyâd left you received a call from the guy driving from the college to pick you up that theyâd gotten a flat tyre and didnât have a spare. So now you were stuck in limbo, just you the parking lot gravel and your thoughts, sat on the curb.
A crunch on the gravel made you look up. He cast his shadow over you.
âYou okay there maâam?â
âIâve had better mornings.â You grumbled
He sat next to you.
âAnything I can help with?â
âDepends if youâve got a spare hour to get me the local community college and back.â
âIâm sure I can find the time somewhere.â
You turned your head to him, slightly bewildered. Kindness wasnât his forte usually.
âWhatâs in it for you Miller?â
âYour company for a half hourâ he admitted.
âOkay then, letâs go.â
He stood first, giving you his hand to pull you up.
You both silently made your way over to his truck, climbing in he got the engine started. The first ten minutes of the drive remained dead quiet until you couldnât stand it.
âYou hit Tyler.â
âYou heard about that?â
âHeard about it? I was the one cleaning him up.â
âI see.â He remained emotionless.
âWhyâd you do it?â
âHe pissed me offâ
âWas it worth it?â
No answer.
For the next fifteen minutes you sat quietly.
âPull over at the next left.â You told him.
âWhat?â
âHome turf remember. In 30 yards thereâll be a left. I want you to take it.â
âBut thatâs not the way-â
âI know. Just do as I say.â
âYes maâam.â
Soon enough the left turn appeared and took you down a little dirt track which ended at a clearing in a thicket.
He turned to you, looking somewhat muddled, somewhat frustrated, âWhy are we here?â
âGet in the back Miller.â
He made no protest and followed your instruction.
You soon followed after him.
âWhatâs with the attitude this season Miller? First you act like a bratty man child, then you start flirting with some nobody at a bar, then you go and thump Owens. Whatâs with all the misbehaving, huh? You want some attention is that it?â
He couldnât meet your gaze.
âYouâve been a naughty boy Scotty. Youâve really upset me. What have you got to say for yourself?â
âIâm sorry maâam, I am, really.â
âProve it.â You dared him
You could see something click in his eyes. There was something that said heâd never been more ready to prove himself but also something that said he was utterly overwhelmed with the possibilities.
âWhere do you want me?â He asked, almost innocently.
âDonât ask stupid questions Scott.â
He hesitated a moment and then reached for the button on your denim shorts, pulling them down to your ankles along with your underwear.
âYouâre lucky Iâm even letting you have this Clipboard, what do you say?â You tried to remain composed as your head span and you leant against the back door behind you.
âThank you Maâamâ he said breathlessly, eyes glued to your glistening centre.
âYou gonna spend all day staring or are you going to redeem yourself for all your stupid behaviour?â
That was all he needed to hear. Despite the cramped space he dove swiftly between your legs.
You could feel the rough edges of his cap brush against your thighs so you took it off, throwing it somewhere in the front, replacing it with the sensation of his hair against your legs.
âStopâ - he hadnât even touched you yet.
He looked up from dumbfounded, âWhat? Why?â Confused by your sudden change in tone after egging him on not five seconds ago.
âYouâre hardly in a position to be asking the questions Miller, because I said so thatâs why. Now wait.â
You endured 10 seconds of his pleading eyes before a soft âNowâ release from your lips gave him permission to start.
And boy was he eager to prove himself.
He was all over you like a man starved. His tongue first met your clit then lapped down to your centre then back around sucking at your lips. He used such force you wondered if youâd end up with bruised labia.
He brought his hand to you, thumb massaging your clit as he stuck his tongue as far into you as he could. His other hand reached under you and he used his other thumb to press at your asshole.
You dug your hand into his scalp.
âOh god just like that. Fuck, such a good boy for me. Doing such a good job for Mommy.â
A deep keening noise erupted from his throat. He swapped his tongue and his hand, now using his mouth to suck your clit whilst his fingers expertly found their way down through your folds and into you.
Then they began their assault. Curling in you. Hitting that spot that only you and him could find. Endless throes of pleasure.
You took great enjoyment watching his body convulse against the back seat, knowing he was desperately seeking any kind of friction.
âKeep going baby boy, doing so well fâmeâ
The way his forehead dug into your pelvis, his nose nestled against the top of your cunt, his mouth covering you whole as his tongue flicked and rolled against you. His fingers remained with in you, occasionally brushing in and out for extra sensation but always twisting up into your walls.
You felt your orgasm build within you. He knew exactly how to get you there, his hands and mouth doing the most wonderful things. His thumb at your ass slowly fiddling its way inside you. You could barely speak, barely breathe, all that was left tethering you to this earth was the sound of your moans mixed with the filthy wet noises being made by Scott. It was becoming harder to claim that you were the one in charge here.
âTaste so good, wish I could stay here forever. Wanna make you feel good baby.â
âOh just like that Scotty.â His fingers kept winding there torturously like a serpent, right there, right where you needed him.
You could sense your downfall was soon as youâd already started squirting over his palm.
âOh princess, youâre too good to me. So fucking wet.â He moved his mouth to lap at where youâd made a mess.
âSo close baby. You gonna be a good boy and make me cum?â
âYes maâam, anything.â
He doubled his efforts, moving at an unrelenting pace. The band in your stomach greater tighter and tighter. Fingers moved in both your holes faster and faster. Mouth licked and sucked, harsher and harsher and harsher. Till with a scream, eyes screwed shut and an excessive amount of wetness you rode out your high, coating his face with your juices.
First thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Scott licking off his fingers, licking around his mouth, anything to taste more of what youâd released of yourself onto him. That sight alone was enough to nearly cum a second time.
âAm I forgiven?â He looked at you smugly.
You shifted forward licking his lips and then pressing against them in a chaste kiss that lasted mere seconds.
âGet back in the front Clipboard and get me to the college on the double.â
mdni or iâll sue. i needed to get the scott rot out of my system so hereâs this i guess.
themes: established situationship, enemies/lovers, subby scott (man needs to be taught a lesson)
warnings: ÂĄSMUT!,scott being a meanie, angst, arguing, swearing, drinking, smoking, slight injury, danger that comes with tornadoes, mentions of anxiety/spiralling, dom/sub, afab reader, jealousy. just filth really (i think thatâs it but idk, sorry.)
here you were again. another day, another tornado, another town to salvage. sometimes even you wondered how you kept doing your job.
aid work was not for the meek. it took a strength that very few understood. silent, slow, studied. kindness should be a default, but your own humanity made that difficult sometimes.
one of the small mercies was that you were on home territory. you knew the land, you knew the people - and not just the locals. as per usual the tornado season had attracted the usual voyeurs. wranglers and scientists alike.
part of you felt sick at what they did, profiting in one way or another off of peopleâs suffering. the usual faces were there; tyler owens and his crew, the storm par team, and any other amateur within a hundred mile radius of the next predicted tornado wave.
pulling into the motel parking lot you braced yourself for the greetings and welcomes. it wasnât that you didnât appreciate them, it just felt hollow giving the reason you were there and reason they were there. granted, tylerâs crew always did their best to help out. storm par on the other hand.
you could see them, and their ridiculous crisp cut uniforms from across the lot. you could see Him towering above the rest of his team, giving orders and discussing plans for the next big one coming in. so absorbed in His work. part of you respected His dedication and ambition, the other part despised its foundation in sheer greed.
before you could think any more about it dani swept you up in a hug.
âlong time no see, whereâve you been sweetheart?â she asked earnestly.
âhelping out with a lot wildfires out west, but Iâve been reassigned because of my experience with this sort of disasterâ you said exasperated.
âwell i know if feel much better knowing you're around, come see the guysâ dani requested.
you gave your colleagues a quick wave goodbye as they went to check in and you caught up with the tornado wranglers.
as you embraced tyler you could feel something burning into the back of your head.
âlooks like storm par is happy to see youâ tyler commented in your ear, his face nestling into your hair.
you turned to see scott glaring at the lot of you.
âitâs just their conscience getting the better of them. whenever weâre here people start to realise what this is actually all about.â
âyou give them too much credit. i think clipboard over there has got a little more on his mind than moral meteorological dilemmas.â tyler teased.
âoh pleaseâ you feigned innocence.
âwell, might as well give him something to look at.â
before you could comprehend what was going on Tyler had you in his arms, dipped you and nuzzled his face into your neck. you couldnât help but giggle, only aided by boone rounding on you both, hollering âhey! get your hands off my girl!â
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javi approached scott slowly, following his stare to your direction.
âyou know man, you might want to take it a little easy unless you want break those shiny molars of yours. I reckon even your insurance couldnât cover that sort of damage.â javi muttered.
âthe fuck are you talking about?â scott replied flatly.
âyou clench that jaw any tighter and youâll be an orthodontistâs nightmare. why donât you just talk to her?â
âwhat?â scott did not feel like entertaining this conversation.
âthat aid worker youâve got a sweet spot for, donât think I havenât noticed. every year you wear the same pained expression whenever sheâs around, ESPECIALLY when sheâs around owens. just ask her out man, seriously, youâd be doing us all a favour.â javi patted scott on the back returning to the team.
oh if only he knew. he admired you with a slight bitter taste in his mouth as your smile was brought on by something tyler had said.
the first time he had stumbled into your bed was after a heated argument. whilst waiting for the big one to roll in you and your colleagues had gone into town for a drink - it just so happened storm par were also there.
heâd started it really. saying something confrontational to you at the bar whilst you were getting your round in. you canât even remember what it was heâd said, all you knew is that it led to a 35 minute shouting match between the two of you until eventually you threw your beer in his face (the bartender, sympathetic to your cause, swiftly poured you another). you turned on your heel quickly, returning to your table before he could get another stupid word in.
it wasnât until 2am that night that you saw him again. you werenât sleeping, kept up by all the thoughts of what you could have said to him, and there he was on your doorstep, ready for round two. you could still taste the beer on him.
that was three years ago now.
the secret made you ache in the best and worst ways possible. you hated yourself for wanting him. you hated everything he represented. you hated that every year youâd hope to see him again during tornado season. it disgusted you that you could indulge in such hedonism amidst such wreckage and heartache. but you couldnât let yourself spiral into those thoughts or else youâd walk straight into one of those twisters.
and thatâs how you ended up here. around a table with your fellow aid workers and tylerâs crew. a third, fresh, round of beers had been brought to table and youâd reached the point where the buzz of the drink was wearing off and your thoughts were wondering. this was not helped by the entrance of the storm par team. out of their uniform they still stood out, all in jeans and either polos or t-shirts of varying dark hues. you tried not to focus on how Scottâs t-shirt fit him just perfectly, or how the girls behind the bar were already eyeing him eagerly, hoping for the chance to flirt with him.
âdance with me?â dani offered.
âyou donât dance.â you replied.
âI do when you look so forlorn like that. will do anything to get your mind off whatever it is thatâs eating you up.â
âyou sure itâs a good idea?â you looked around the bar, not sure how the barâs patrons might respond to the two of you dancing together.
âfuck âemâ dani smirked and pulled you out of your seat to dance to shaniaâs âany man of mineâ.
dani sure did know how to make you smile. her strong arms threw you round the floor to the fast tempo of the song and you totally forgot why sheâd invited you up there in the first place.
the song finished and you were exhausted, partly from the dancing and partly from laughing so much.
âIâm gonna go get some fresh airâ you told her
âSure thing cowgirlâ she winked at you.
the cool air you were hoping for didnât greet you. just more humidity. you leant against the timber panelled wall of the bar and turned your head to the stars, searching for something. an answer? redemption? a reason to keep doing this?
well, whoever was in charge up there was playing some kind of sick joke on you, as the next person to leave the bar was Him.
he turned to see you there.
âcigarette?â he offered.
silently you accepted, watching him as he slowly pulled the packet of Marlboros out of his back pocket, placing one in your mouth, eyes focused on your lips. he sheltered the cigarette with one hand as he lit it with the other.
you took a deep breath in, letting the smoke prickle your throat. closing your eyes and blissfully enjoying the small liberties life afforded. he watched you like a hawk, from the minute the cigarette made its home in your mouth to the exhale of smoke from your nostrils.
âwhy do you keep coming back?â he asked.
âthis is my turf, got to do everything i can to help out.â
âi didnât mean that.â
you took another drag, âI know, I just didnât feel like answering that question.â
he let out a breathy half laugh, still stood by you as he had been since he walked out that door, not relaxed once.
âdonât you ever get tired?â he continued.
âare we talking about aid work orâ you gestured between the two of you, cigarette between your fingers.
he properly laughed at that. you gave him a confused glare.
âoh please,â he started âdonât try and pull the wool over my eyes. like thereâs an us. i know i ainât the only one youâve got wrapped around your finger.â he took the cigarette from you and took a drag.
âyou see,â he kept on âthe difference between you and me is that youâve got all these people around you, who would do anything for you, keep you company in long nights if you got lonely. Iâm just another chess piece in your little game. don't you get enough of it? the love? the admiration?â
âScott shut the fuck up.â You interrupted with a dangerous gravity to your voice.
âNo! They already all see you as a saint, helping everyone out! And youâve got Owens and his crew hanging onto everything you say and do as if you could walk on water!â
âWhy do you care!â You shouted at him, failing to swallow your emotions.
âBecause i donât understand why! Why after all the fulfilment you get from your job for being such a fucking angel, having every tornado wrangler south of Dakota falling at your feet, why you stillâŠâ he stopped himself
âWhat?â your eyes plead with him.
âWhy you still come back to me!â
You were taken aback. Scott was not emotional man even at the best of times. So what was going on right now was totally unexpected. He took another long drag before chucking the cigarette butt on the pavement and stamping it out.
âYou know what forget it, it doesnât matter.â And he returned swiftly into the hustle and bustle of the bar, leaving you dumbstruck.
Well if he was going to behave like a child then fuck it, youâre not gonna let him send you into a spiral with his unsolicited outburst.
striding back inside you approached the bar, ignoring Scott ordering a round for his table as the bar maids tittered sweetly at him and his big blue eyes - and there he was not two minutes ago acting as if you were using him, like he couldnât get any if he wanted to. god they were practically throwing themselves at him.
You cleared your throat, âExcuse me could I get some tequila shots.â You announced.
One of the barmaids came to fulfil your request, Scott just turned to stare at you âYou sure thatâs a good idea sweetheart?â he poked.
âDo one Clipboard.â You said nothing more, swiftly leaving once the shots for your table had been poured, salt and lime supplied.
âŠâŠâŠ.
the next morning you couldnât remember how youâd made it back, waking to find yourself fully dressed with lily and Boone in your bed and three of your co-workers on the floor in make-shift pillow strewn beds.
âOut. Everyone out.â You slurred.
Slowly they rose and made their way to their respective rooms. God this was bad. You hadnât let yourself get this bad,
in a while, but there was something about everything Scott had said last night that just pushed you over the edge. Allowing your recklessness to get the better of you, god you hated it - this unspoken power he had to bring out the worst in you.
But before you could dwell on it too long your body told you that a quick trip to the bathroom was very necessary.
âŠâŠâŠ..
Safe to say, you spent the rest of the day in your room feeling very sorry for yourself. It was around 8pm, the weather had been peaceful, you were lying on your bed watching a re-run of The X Files when someone knocked at your door.
Slowly creaking it open you saw Him on the other side.
âMay I come in?â
God, him and his perfect grammar - canât even tease him about that. You simply move aside, letting him enter, no energy to argue.
âI wanted to apologise,â he began
âWhat for your assumption that Iâm shacking up with every tornado wrangler south of Dakota!?â You echoed his words. Out of everything from last night they had stuck with you.
âYes, and just my outburst in general. It wasnât fair to spring that upon you.â He admitted sheepishly
You took a dramatic gasp âis the great scott miller truly feeling regret for his actions? well, I never thought Iâd see the day!â Your tone however was anything but friendly.
âLook Iâm sorry okay. What more do you want!â He was quickly getting agitated.
âI want you to admit that youâre upset because youâre jealousâŠbecause you want me. It takes two to tango Scott and itâs not fair for you to play the victim when youâve hardly been the most affectionate lover either! Christ, this fucking narrative that it was me who started all this just to get a piece of you is fucking ridiculous! When have you ever given me a kind word outside of the walls of a motel bedroom? Itâs not my fault youâre fucking lonely except from when youâre with me, perhaps if you werenât such a sour cunt youâd have a couple more friends like me!â
That familiar ache was starting to rear its ugly head. God you wish it didnât have to be this way, to tire yourselves out with arguing before you even got to the real matter at hand. But the look in Scottâs eyes made you realise that ache wasnât likely to be satisfied. Heâd heard the truth and it hurt him.
Well you werenât going to cower and apologise. It needed to be said.
âFine, guess Iâll bid you goodnight then.â He said flatly.
âFineâ you crossed your arms over your chest and watched him leave.
Perhaps youâd been harsh. Perhaps youâd been cruel, but you were only giving him a taste of his own medicine.
âŠâŠ..
You only really started to regret your words the following morning. There was a disconcerting energy in the air, the sense of something big coming, and whenever you saw Tyler looking as excited as he did you knew that only meant bad news for you and your team. It was bound to be a long day.
Luckily, the ensuing tornadoes caused no damage to the surrounding towns. But you were still there to help them prepare for the inevitable. To offer kind words wherever you could. Helping them cleared your mind - in a way it felt selfish, using their troubles as a way to escape your own. Guilt began to naw at you.
All that guilt and mental anguish were wiped away when you returned to the motel. You saw the chasers making their way back. One of Storm Parâs trucks looked particularly worse for wear. And part of your heart broke when you saw Scott stumble out, a cut above his brow and trails of dried blood from where it had dripped down his face. You saw as he refused any help from his team and went straight to his room.
You gave him an hour. Thatâs all you could bear before finding yourself outside his room knocking on the door. It took a couple of minutes before he opened it.
âThe fuck do you want?â He grumbled.
âCharming as ever Miller.â You pushed passed him into the room. âSit downâ
âI beg your pardonâ god his well-learnt niceties were frustrating.
âSit on the fucking bed Scott and let me take a look at your face.â
He obliged silently.
Since you last saw him heâd cleaned off some the dried blood but hadnât done an incredible job of it. You took the glass of water and tissues from his bedside and began to clean it properly.
He winced slightly at the contact.
âYouâre not being seriousâ you teased lightly.
âIt hurtsâ he replied plainly.
âYeah well just consider yourself lucky that it wasnât some corrugated sheet that took your enter fucking head off.â
âWell Iâd probably deserve itâ
You stopped you ministrations to his cut âdonât say things like that, I donât like it.â
âOh so you can call me a sour lonely cunt and itâs okay but I canât even joke about my own demise.â
âYouâre not even making sense, are you sure youâre not concussed?â
âI donât know, no oneâs checked me out.â
You rolled your eyes, of course he wouldnât let anyone check on him. You also withheld the comment in your head about no one âchecking him outâ being ridiculous.
You continued to mop his brow in silence. The was an energy radiating from him like he just wanted to reach out and grab you as you stood between his legs. But he didnât.
You stopped your efforts âStay here a sec, I just need to get some steri strips from my room.â
âOh come on, itâs not that bad!â
You sent him a glare that was enough to shut him up.
Returning from your room, steri strips in hand, you completed patching him up.
âHowâd it happen?â your quiet voice shook a little.
âWas out chasing and it got on our tail a lot faster than expected, tipped the car on its side. Weâre lucky itâs still intact to be honest.â
âItâs lucky youâre still intact. Whyâd you let it get so close? That was reckless!â
âYouâre one to talkâ he huffed
âWhatâs that supposed to mean.â You went to step back but finally he reached out to grab you, hold you in place.
âThe other night, last time I saw you that fucked up was a couple years back in Kansas.â He smiled at the memory
âOh my god, donât remind me!â You buried you head in your hands for shame.
Some smart ass had proposed a competition to see if men could hold their drink better than women, and you were not going to let the fairer sex down. To be fair you won but Scott did have to carry you back to your room, much to your own protestations.
âI can still hear you now âScott, put me down! Iâm a strong independent woman, you wouldnât do this to Eleanor Roosevelt!ââ He laughed, forehead falling against your chest
âI did not say that!â
âYes you did! Youâd just finished reading that book by her and weâre finding any excuse to bring her up in conversation! You always get like that when you find a new interest, you canât contain it and just have to let everyone know about it. Itâs adorable.â He smirked up at you.
You gave him a light slap on the cheek, you struggled not to notice the old ache developing. âhey, donât demean my interests by calling them adorable, they are valid academic ventures.â
âSure thing princess, let me know when you get the PhD.â
âThe farcical accolades attributed to oneself by a system engineered by the patriarchy are of no interest to me!â
âOoh âfarcical accoladesâ - those are big words! Iâm impressed.â He teased.
You swatted his shoulder harshly making you best irritated face at him, he responded by tickling your sides.
âScott stopâŠseriouslyâ you struggled to get out between giggles.
But it was too late, you were gone and heâd pulled you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you continuing his onslaught.
His face tucked into the crook of your neck
You werenât even laughing anymore just gasping for air.
âGod I love making you breathless.â He whispered lowly in your eye, slowing down the movement of his hands.
âScott.â You moaned airily.
That only encouraged him.
First you felt his warm tongue on the side of your throat, plush lips pressing against the delicate skin where you neck met your shoulder.
Your arms crept over to his back, one hand finding its way into his dark curls at the nape of his neck.
His fingers gently slithered under your shirt, pushing it up to take it off, to which you obliged. His icy eyes had turned a warmer shade of blue. You struggled to hold his stare for long and proceeded to remove his top as he knelt above you. You placed your hands against his torso. So warm, so soft, so familiar. You felt his skin form goose bumps beneath your touch, his heartbeat racing, his breath slow and measured. You wondered where on earth he found the time to work out amongst his busy schedule
He took your chin in his hand, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lips causing you to let out a soft hum, eyes fluttering shut.
âThereâs my girlâ he said gently, nose brushing against your.
But it triggered something in you, the anger at him from the past couple of days and how he had behaved. You were your own girl, you belonged to no one.
âUh uh, I donât think so.â You pressed your index finger against his lips before he got to kiss you.
He scrunched his eyes in confusion.
âYouâre not getting away with it that easily Clipboard.â
âWhat?â The sudden change in energy left him bewildered but somewhat excited.
You pushed him back from you âyou donât get to spend the past two days being a whiny little bitch and then think Iâm just gonna give it to you.â
You could see the cogs turning in his head, yours were too - you know he loved it when you got bossy with him, heck thatâs how you two got together in the first place. Did you really want him to have that? Or would it be worth it for you to see him struggle? You decided the latter, life was too short.
âSit in the chair.â You pointed to the mangy lounge chair tucked under the desk of the motel room
âWhat?â
âIâm not going to repeat myself.â
He swiftly obeyed. God, it was deliciously pathetic. You followed and stood above him as he sat in the chair, going to unbuckle his belt. He eyed you suspiciously, wondering were this was going when you pulled the belt from his trousers.
âHands behind your back.â
âBaby come on.â He threw his head back, not sure what to do with himself.
âDonât make me say it again.â
He did as you ordered and you used the belt to wrap them together and keep them safely in place.
You looked down at him sitting there in just his trousers, evident that he was enjoying himself from the strained bulge - and you liked what you saw.
âfor someone whoâs made career out of being kind, you can really be a cruel bitch sometimesâ he mused.
âgod, do you ever shut up!â You rolled your eyes. There was only one solution to this problem - at least thatâs the way saw it.
You kicked off your trainers and socks, shimmied off your denim shorts with little performance and then hooked your fingers around each side of your underwear, once again pulling them off with little ceremony. you immediately felt the wetness between your legs.
slowly you approached him as he stared at you like you were judge, jury and executioner and youâd just found him guilty on all counts.
âwhat did I do to deserâŠhhmmpphh.â youâd shoved your underwear into his mouth before he had the chance to finish his sentence.
âThatâs better.â
you returned to the bed, perhaps swaying your hips on the way a little more than you usually would.
âNow Scotty, Iâm gonna sit here and have a nice time and youâre going to stay put.â
He nodded his head dumbly, speechless.
You felt everything in that moment. The power, the pleasure. It was hot and giddy and euphoric.
you trailed your hand slowly up your right thigh the across and down your left. over your hips travelling up your torso, round you neck letting your own hand grip at you throat. then pushing your thumb against your lips like he did five minutes ago. eventually slipping two fingers in your mouth, sucking them and then pulling them out with a pop.
you had become so lost in what you were doing youâd almost forgotten he was there until you heard a muffled groan. he looked desperate, crazed and you hadnât even started yet. clearly taking it this slow was torturing him as he leant forward in his seat, willing you to hurry up.
but you were going to make the most of this. your hand ghosted slowly back down your chest to you hips making little paths over your cunt, along your inner thighs again trailing back around in endless circles, anywhere but where it needed to be.
Scott let out a small âpleaseâ, at least you think thatâs what he said. your underwear in his mouth obviously making it difficult to hear. but it looked as if heâd been chewing at them, his own spit soaking them as he salivated watching you.
you gave in, tired of the teasing. you let your fingers slip through the slick lips of your vulva. a warm tingle rushed to each little bit you touched. the heavy feeling in your stomach growing stronger, tensing, tightening.
you ran your fingers back and forth through your folds, and back and forth, and back and forth - just warming up you told yourself till your reached your clit, definitely trying not to string this out as long as possible whilst enjoying Scottâs hopeless facial expressions.
once you fingers danced over your nub however you knew this wasnât going to last long. going round it slowly with your finger, applying just the slightest pressure, you felt your breathing begin to falter. keeping up the calm and collected act was going to be a lot more difficult than you anticipated. you increased your speed, letting little whimpers slip from your mouth, earning moans from Scott who was about to fall off his seat.
you were starting to feel the longing inside of you and quickly took two fingers to push into yourself. massaging your insides as far as you could reach. Scott toppled off the chair and landed on his knees. he tried to move forward to get a closer look but your lifted you leg, placing the ball of your foot on his forehead to keep him out of touching distance.
ânuh-uh scotty,â you breathed, âdonât come any closer or Iâll stopâ although you werenât sure how you would but he got the message and stayed knelt a metre or so away from you watching your legs spread wide open, hand playing at that wonderful place in the centre. Scott thought he might pass out.
your hand began to cramp from the excursion your fingers had took and returned to rub at your clit. you werenât holding back now. you could feel it coming, steadily building. it was electrifying. that steady pulse travelling through your body, eager to go faster.
you werenât sure when youâd started to moan Scottâs name but it was on your lips when you met you high and your eyes were on his. exhilarating and blinding, trying to ride it out quietly hoping no one heard you. you collapsed backwards and Scott still didnât move an inch.
finding some strength from somewhere you stood and went it him. you grabbed his chin and tilted his face up to meet yours. you took your now drenched underwear from his mouth and discarded them to the side, replacing them with your fingers which were covered with your wetness. he greedily licked and sucked them until they were clean.
