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Diners & Disasters

A/N: Chapter four of Highways & Heatstrokes

Series Summary: After running away from your small hometown you venture out into the vast landscape, in search of a better life in New York City. When you meet truck driver Ari Levinson at a gas station, he offers you a ride, promising to take you as far as he can. But when it inevitably becomes time to part ways, will you follow your head or your heart?

Chapter Warnings: Angst, conflicted feelings, sexual tension, fluff, smoking kink (heheh). SMUT - oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, cum talk, degradation, dumbification, praise, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 4400

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

By the time you wake up, it's dark outside.

Ari is still wrapped tightly around you, his face tucked into your neck, hands holding you close.

Your fingers move over his back and shoulders gently, coaxing him awake as you whisper, "Ari, baby. We need to get up and have some food, it's dark outside."

Ari grumbles tiredly, his beard tickling you when he nuzzles his face into your skin, "We ain't gotta go nowhere, jus' wanna stay right here.."

You chuckle quietly, your lips lifting into a wide smile as you whisper, "I know baby, I do too. But I have a feeling you're gonna be a real grumpy gus if you don't have some food soon, all you had today was a burger and that was hours ago."

Ari huffs in annoyance, his lips trailing kisses down the side of your neck, "If you're hungry you can just say that."

You giggle when his teeth nip at your skin, but it quickly turns into a breathy gasp when he sucks onto the spot, clearly leaving a mark.

He hums as he continues his ministrations, moving a little further down on your neck to leave another one, his teeth biting down as he sucks before his tongue soothes the sore spot.

"I'm used to starving," you breathe out, your fingers sliding up into his hair, tangling in the soft locks, "You aren't."

"How do you know?" he challenges, not even slightly moving from his former spot.

"No one looks that thick and beefy without eating good," you reply with a smirk, "You're built like a fucking tree."

"A tree?" Ari chuckles, one hand gripping your hip tightly, "Don't think I've heard that one before."

"Mhmm," you tease, "A big, beefy, handsome, delicious tree. The kind of tree you just want to climb all day long."

Ari laughs against your neck, finally moving out of the spot to look down at you as he leans on his forearm, "Is that so? You wanna climb me all day long, sugar?"

"Yeah," you whisper, your eyes holding his cerulean ones, brushing your fingers through his hair when it falls in front of his face, "If it were up to me you'd never wear a stitch of clothing and we'd stay in here forever."

Ari smiles down at you, his fingers delicately trailing over your cheek as his smile turns more solemn, "Can't say those kinda things, sugar."

"Why not?"

Sadness flash across his eyes as he quietly replies, "That's the kinda thing you say to make a man fall head over heels for ya, y'know. Shouldn't say those kinda things for fun."

"I'm not." Your brows furrow as you reach up to cup his bearded jaw, "I'm not just saying it, I mean it."

Ari sighs, his hand moving up to cover your own as you cup his cheek more determinedly, "Don't make me think those things, honey. It'll just make it even harder when you leave me."

A pang of guilt runs through you, your eyes scanning his. You've known each other for 24 hours, and normally you'd never even consider any feelings emerging in such a short amount of time, but this is different.

Ari is different.

Your lips part, words at the tip of your tongue that you desperately want to say, but before you get the chance to, he speaks.

"Let's get some food in you, hm? And water. Can't have ya passin' out, I really did a number on you."

He leans down, pecking your lips quickly before he swings his long legs over the edge of the bed to sit up.

You lie back for a second, your mind running a mile a minute, wondering what the hell is happening to you.

You've never been a huge romantic, your past made you not believe in all that shit. So when someone would tell you how, when you know you know, you never believed it was real.

Your eyes flit to Ari, watching the muscles shift in his broad back as he pulls on his briefs, and then they move back to the ceiling.

What the hell did you get yourself into?

You're probably just overthinking everything. Feelings don't develop this fast, it'll pass, and in a couple of years, you'll think back to this with a laugh. How you had a heated encounter with a trucker on your way to New York.

You tug on the hem of Ari's shirt as you walk across the lot to the diner, the one he gave you to put on while you ate dinner. It smells so much like him, it's making your head swim and your stomach flutter.

It goes to the top of your thighs, but you're wearing your jersey shorts underneath as well, otherwise you would have felt too exposed while you were eating among strangers.

Ari glances back at you when you follow behind him, and then he stops in his tracks, waiting for you to catch up. Once you're close enough, his hand reaches out for you, and you take it with a shy smile.

His fingers entwine with yours before he brings your hand up to his lips, placing a few kisses on your knuckles. He smiles warmly at you as you walk hand in hand, and he doesn't let go even when you enter the diner and walk inside.

He pulls you to the back, guiding you to sit inside a booth, and then he takes a seat across from you.

"So, what kinda food are you in the mood for?" He asks as he picks up the menu, eyes quickly scanning it.

You don't mirror his movements. Instead, your eyes linger on his face, and how his long hair falls over his eyes when he tilts it downwards. You watch how his brows furrow and eyes narrow as he looks over his options, and how his lips part as he takes a breath, revealing his plump bottom lip.

It's pink and inviting, glistening when his tongue darts out to wet it.

How did you not sink your teeth into it, earlier? Fuck, you really need to do that.. Soon.

It's so bitable, maybe he wouldn't mind if you just-

"Sugar?"

Your eyes dart up to Ari's, suddenly realizing that he's put his menu back down on the table and is watching you right now.

"Somethin' the matter?"

You shake your head, "No, sorry.. I just got distracted.."

Ari frowns, glancing over his shoulder before he looks back at you, "By what?"

Your lips lift into a shy smile, fingers fidgeting with the menu lying in front of you on the table, "I just saw a really pretty tree and I wanted to look at it.."

Ari looks at you in utter confusion for a second before he suddenly barks out a laugh. He shakes his head, a hand running through his hair, "You're fuckin' adorable."

Your smile widens at the compliment, eyes moving to your menu as you pick it up and mumble, "You're not too bad yourself, Levinson."

You and Ari eat your dinner while laughing and talking. It feels comfortable and natural with him, no awkward silences, nothing holding you back.

He's an open book, really. He answers anything you ask him honestly, he doesn't hide any aspects of himself.

And it's only making those dangerous feelings you're starting to harbor, even more dangerous.

"So, why truck driving?"

Ari shrugs, stealing a fry off your plate, "Wasn't anythin' I planned, really. But I never settled down, I always felt the need to be on the go."

You tilt your head at his words, "What about relationships, did you never have anyone you wanted to stick around for?"

"Not like that," Ari sighs, scratching at his scalp before his fingers move through the long strands, "I had girlfriends when I was younger, but it was never anythin' serious. And I've been truckin' for the past ten years, that makes a relationship hard to keep."

"You haven't dated at all while you've been on the road?"

"No sugar," he chuckles, shaking his head, "I haven't dated."

You quirk a brow at his phrasing, "So you've been doing other stuff, then?"

Ari smirks, shrugging his shoulders, "I mean, I'm not swimming in offers, if that's what you mean. But I haven't exactly been celibate, either."

Ouch.

That hurts. But why?

Perhaps this sort of thing is just what he does; picks up girls that need a ride, spend a few days with them, and then he moves on to the next.

"That's not what this is," he suddenly says when he notices the look on your face, "This isn't just some random hook-up for me, if that's what you're thinkin'."

"That wasn't what I was thinking," you mumble, your eyes focusing on your hands.

"Sugar," Ari sighs, "I don't do this all the time. Certainly not in the last few years. I don't want you to think you're just another notch on my belt, that's not what's happenin' here. I don't usually pick up anyone, and if I do, I certainly don't sleep with them."

"But you just said-"

"I meant when I'd be back home or if I meet someone on those rare occasions when I go out," he murmurs, eyes watching you as you keep your gaze downcast, "I don't pick up girls because I need company."

"Why not?" You ask, looking up at him, "Why don't you sleep with them? Certainly you'd have the opportunity to."

Ari scoffs, "Opportunity to and wantin' to are two very different things, honey."

"But you're alone so much," you interject, "You can't tell me you don't get lonely. I don't blame you for picking up girls and-"

"I don't do that," he interrupts sternly.

"You did it with me," you mumble, looking away from him again.

He frowns, his hand reaching out to take yours, "Hey. I didn't do it with you. I had no intention on followin' any of my urges when it came to you. I didn't offer you a ride with the intention of any of this happenin', and I don't pick up other girls with the intention of it happenin', either. I promise."

You blink for a moment, suddenly realizing that you're acting way out of line. So what, if he picks up girls and fucks them? He's good at it, so good for them, right?

And it's not like it's any of your business, at all. You're just hitching a ride, in a few days you'll be in New York and he'll forget about you and this thing.

Whatever it is.

"I'm sorry," you breathe out in a sigh, "I don't know why I just made that a big deal when it isn't, obviously you can do whatever you want." You shake your head, "I don't know why I said that, it was totally out of line. You can do whatever you'd like, and I don't blame you for needing company from time to time."

His frown deepens when you look up at him. He tilts his head, "What are you talking about?"

"I shouldn't be making you apologize, or ask you to make promises, or anything like that. What you do, and with who you do it, is really none of my business, and I don't know why I was acting like it is."

Ari scoffs, making your brows furrow at the sound. He pulls his hand back, folding them on the table, "You don't want it to be any of your business?"

"What? That's not what I said, I just meant-"

"Yeah, I heard you," he mumbles, and before you can even react, he gets up from the booth, "I'm gonna go get some air. The bill is paid."

You watch with a stunned expression as he walks away, and out of the diner, leaving you sitting alone in the empty booth.

You wait for ten minutes, fidgeting anxiously with the hem of his shirt, the one you're still wearing, but when he doesn't return, you get up to find him.

You walk out of the diner hesitantly, wrapping your arms around yourself as your eyes scan the dark parking lot.

You spot his truck, but the light isn't on inside, which makes you assume he must still be out here.

You walk around the diner in search of him, stopping in your tracks when you spot him. He's leaning against the wall of the diner, his head tilted upwards as he blows out cigarette smoke.

You watch him take another drag of his cigarette, exhaling another long breath as his shoulders slump slightly. When you walk closer, you notice that his eyes are closed, brows furrowed in thought.

"Hey," your voice is quiet as you approach him.

"Hey," he replies, keeping his eyes closed and head tilted upwards as he takes another drag.

"Listen, I'm sorry," you start to say, shifting nervously where you stand, "I'm not sure what happened in there, but I didn't mean to-"

"No one I have ever picked up or offered a ride before has been like this."

You stop talking when he speaks, his head moving down as he turns to face you.

"This isn't just some.. Fuck, I don't even know how to put it," he grumbles, tossing the cigarette on the ground before he steps on it with his boot. "This is just different, alright?" He sighs, running both hands through his hair as he looks down at you, "You're different."

"Ari, I-"

"And I don't want you sayin' this is just some random fuck, and that I do this all the time, because I don't. And sayin' it isn't fair to me, and it isn't fair to you, either. And, I think you already know it ain't true, I think we both know it ain't true. I think we both know there's somethin' happening here, and I think you're just as scared as I am to admit that."

You nod meekly, your eyes moving down to look at your feet, "Yeah, I do know. And I am scared."

"I know."

"Ari," you sigh, meeting his baby blues again, "I'm supposed to go to New York and start a new life, but I have no fucking plan for it. Did you know that? Once I get there, I have no plans, no network. I don't know a soul. I've wanted to turn around and go back so many times because I'm so scared of going, I don't know why I even am, anymore. And now you're here, and I just.."

You cover your face with your hands as you mumble, "My head is all over the place and I can't fucking think straight."

Ari takes a step closer, his warm hand rubbing your arm soothingly, "I know, sugar. I can't either."

"This is so ridiculous," you groan into your hands, "We barely even know each other."

Ari chuckles at that, making you drop your hands to look at him.

"You're right. We barely know each other. But you know what I do know?"

He takes another step closer before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his firm chest. Your hands land on his shoulders, head tilted upwards to look into his eyes, "No, what do you know?"

"I know it feels fuckin' amazing when I have you this close to me," he whispers, his eyes burning into yours, "And I don't know what's gonna happen in a few days, but what I do know is that I wanna spend that time bein' this close to you as much as I can."

You breathe in deeply, his familiar scent taking over your senses.

"Whaddaya say, sugar? Wanna get lost with me, even if it's just for a little while?"

"Yes," you breathe out, drowning in the blue of his eyes, "Let's forget about the real world until we're forced to face it."

Once you're back in his truck, you pounce on him like an animal.

If you only have a few days with him you're going to make each one of them count.

Ari grunts in surprise when your lips land forcefully on his, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

He chuckles against your lips, "Sugar, what's gotten into you?"

"Need you," you breathe between hungry kisses, "Just need to be with you. Now."

Ari groans when your hand slides down his torso to palm at the bulge forming in his pants, your tongue teasing the seam of his lips.

He breaks away from the kiss, panting as he looks at you, "I thought you were sore?"

"I'm fine," you quickly respond before you pull him back to you, your lips finding his eagerly. He groans into the kiss, large hands sliding down your back to grope your ass.

Your touch becomes firmer, feeling the hardness forming against your palm, as your teeth dig into his bottom lip, finally feeling that plumpness you've been craving.

You push him onto the bed roughly, Ari's eyes meeting yours in part confusion and part excitement as you crawl onto the bed and straddle him.

"What has gotten into you?" he breathes as he watches your fingers hastily unbutton his shirt.

"You said yourself we have to get lost and we only have a few days to do it," you mumble, pushing the shirt off his arms, "I'm making the best of the little time we have."

You lean down, your lips meeting the soft skin on his chest, ghosting over the dusting of hair covering it. Ari is breathing heavily as his fingers find your hair, gripping onto it while your tongue dives out, tasting his skin as you move your way down his torso.

Impatient fingers work on his button and zipper before you pull his jeans down his legs, tossing them on the floor. Your hands slide back up his muscular thighs, feeling how they tense under your palms as you move higher.

Your eyes lock on the imprint of his erection hidden in his briefs, making you lick your lips before your delicate fingers slide under the elastic waistband.

Ari gasps breathily when you wrap your hand around his thick cock, pulling it out of it's confinement. Your eyes flit up to his at the sound, a wide grin forming on your face before you glance back down.

"You've got such a pretty cock, daddy," you mewl, thumb swiping over the tip as it glistens with precum, "Wanna taste you."

"Jesus," Ari grits, lifting his hips off the bed to let you remove his briefs. As soon as he's fully naked in front of you, he sits up at the edge of the bed, letting you kneel between his thighs as he looks down at you. He looks huge sitting above you, broad chest moving steadily with every breath, shoulders and arms bulging at the way he's hunched over slightly to keep his eyes on you.

His fingers find your hair again, wrapping in your locks as your hand wraps around his cock. You smile up at him sweetly, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip before you whisper, "Can I suck your cock, daddy?"

Ari groans, his hair falling over his eyes when he nods, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You break eye contact for a moment as you move closer, tongue slipping out to lick a stripe from the base to the tip of his shaft.

Your eyes find his again when your tongue swirls around the thick mushroom head of his cock, fingers tightening around his girth. He's thick, throbbing in your hand, the tip silky against your tongue.

Ari lets out a sinful moan when you flick your tongue over the slit, your lips wrapping around the head to give you better access.

"Fuckin' hell, sugar," he moans, hands gripping your hair tighter, "Such a sweet mouth."

You hum at the praise, holding eye contact with his beautiful baby blues as your mouth sinks down on his cock, taking more inside.

You moan when he fills you up, hitting the back of your throat. You bob your head slowly, gradually getting used to how heavy he feels on your tongue.

"That's it," he groans, eyes fluttering closed as he throws his head back, "Fuck yeah, just like that. Keep goin', sweetheart, doin' so fuckin' well for me."

You take him further down your throat, gagging at first at the feeling, but it only seems to turn him on more. Your fingers dig into his thick thighs, drool spilling from the corner of your lips down his length.

You slowly slide a hand down his thigh until you can feel his balls, hot and heavy in your hand. You cup them gently at first before your hold gets firmer, making Ari hiss.

"God, you're a fuckin' menace. Not just your pretty little pussy that's magic, is it? It's your mouth too, holy fuck."

Ari tilts his head forward to look at you again, his eyes dark and lustful when they meet yours.

You let your tongue move over his cock as you bob your head up and down, trailing the veins bulging out. He feels so warm, and hard in your mouth, it's making you delirious.

You can feel your wetness seeping into your thin jersey shorts, slick pooling at your inner thighs as you sit on your knees in front of him, working over his cock.

You tug a little on his balls, hesitantly at first until you hear him let out a sound that's between a moan and a whimper. You do it again with more confidence this time, picking up pace as you suck him off.

"Oh shit," He grunts, the hands in your hair starting to help guide your movement. You suck him down your throat quicker and harder, guided by his hands.

"That's fuckin' it," he growls, his breathing heavy, "Fuckin' take my cock, be my good little slut and take it all. Take it, c'mon baby, know you can do it."

You whimper at his words, squeezing your thighs together as your throat struggles to take more of him. You focus on your breathing as you sink lower, letting him fill your throat. Tears pool in your eyes but you're determined to take all of him, even if it's difficult.

You relax your throat as you breathe in, sinking down until your nose brushes the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, and he lets out a loud moan.

"Fuuuck, there it is," he breathes, moans getting louder and higher, "There you go, good girl. Such a good little cockslut, knew you could do it. You were made to take daddy's cock, weren't you?"

You whimper and nod, his eyes burning into yours as you swallow down every inch of his thick cock, pace quickening. His hips buck off the bed, meeting your movements as he grunts, "Gonna come, sugar. Fuck, gonna come, can't fuckin' hold it. You want it, huh? You want my cum down your throat, wanna taste me?"

You nod and whine, the sound muffled by his cock as you continue your movements, tugging on his balls again.

"Shit, so close, fuck! I'm gonna come down your throat sweetheart, gonna make you take all of it. You take it all, don't you dare spill a single drop, you hear me? Don't waste daddy's cum like a dumb baby, you need to swallow all of it. Can you do that?"

You nod again, whimpering when he starts thrusting more determinedly into your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"God, shit, you're so fucking good, so perfect. I'm gonna come baby, I'm gonna come, oh fuck!"

He throws his head back in a growl as his hot seed spurts into your mouth, filling your throat. You moan at the taste, swallowing around his length, doing your best to ensure everything stays inside. He throbs as he comes undone, his salty taste almost addicting.

When he starts taking heavy breaths, lolling his head forward to look at you with hooded eyes, your tongue darts out to lick him clean. You pull back gradually, carefully licking every inch of him before you pull his cock out of your mouth.

You sit back on your haunches, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before you smile up at him.

He looks absolutely exhausted, sweat beading on his chest, taking heavy breaths to calm down.

"Holy shit, sugar," he chuckles breathlessly, "That was fuckin' amazing."

You grin, your palms landing flat on his naked thighs, "Yeah? You liked it?"

Ari barks out a breathless laugh, nodding determinedly, "I didn't just like it, sweetheart, I fucking loved it. You do realize this means I can't ever let you leave me, right?"

You giggle, your cheeks heating up when he pulls you up off the floor. His large hands land on the back of your thighs, pulling you into his lap. You rest your hands on his shoulders, still grinning at him when he whispers, "Just give me a second and I promise I'll fuck you into this mattress until you're crying out for me to stop."

And then he leans in to kiss you, his lips moving over yours languidly.

Ari kept his promise.

After a few minutes, he was hard and throbbing again, wasting no time to fuck you into the mattress.

He pulled orgasm after orgasm out of your sensitive body, not stopping even when you were certain you couldn't possibly take any more.

And that brings you to here.

In his lap, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you. His arms are wrapped tightly around your body, holding you close to his chest as you ride him slowly, sensually, grinding down on him every so often.

Your bodies are slick with sweat, skin sticking together as you gaze into each others eyes. He's looking at you with such adoration, fluttering his eyes closed when you swipe your hand over his damp forehead to push the hair out of his face.

Every pump of his cock inside you is addicting, his hips meeting yours as you bounce and grind in his lap slowly. You're no longer in a rush, both needing to just feel and relish in each other.

Like drawing a map of his body.

You want to feel every ridge and vein of him inside you, you want to feel every firm muscle and soft curve of his body under your fingertips.

And it seems he wants the same. His hands are everywhere, all at once, it's dizzying. Fingers digging into your hips, cupping your ass, brushing over your waist. Sliding over your skin, gripping the back of your neck.

Sometimes a palm will land flat on your ass, bringing a whimper out of you from the stinging sensation. And that'll earn you a grunt and a hard thrust of his hips in return.

But mainly you're just relishing, refusing to return to the real world as your bodies roll against each other, not willing to stop even when the sun starts rising in the distance.

Because if you don't stop and return to the real world, it's not there.

And you refuse to face it until you're forced to.

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