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Summary - Whilst learning how to drive, Rick has other plans once his temptations kick inâŠ
| DBF!Rick / Blowjob / Facefucking / Swallowing |
Nervous wasnât the only way to describe how you felt.
The van, cold yet lacked space, you were crammed shoulder to shoulder with Rick, the neighbour who became close friends with your dad, not just for any reason though.
It was going smoothly although you could hear the slightly creak of the dark vanâs metal exterior every time you began to break, it was new to you but travelling hours on end from college to home, back and forth got exhausting from time to time, this way you could see your fatherâŠand Rick.
âThank you for this Rick, itâs gonna make my life so much easierâŠâ
Smiling to himself, he shoots a glance your way, his arms resting against his meaty, spread thighs.
âItâs nothinâ kid, trust me, ya dad seemed pretty happy about it, atleast we can spend some time together, feel like yaâve grown to quicklyâŠâ
Shuffling lead to him leaning over directly into your space, mouth level with your ear, a helping hand slowly monitoring your steering, looming over your own.
It wasnât something new to you, it had been years, ever since the day you were introduced there had always been a click, with it recently growing into something more, Rick hated to admit how much you had an affect on him, yet that was secretedâŠfor now.
Heat began to rise up from your strained neck, blossoming into your cheeks. Rick could see it, being this close, feeling his skin on yours, he could feel the van wobbly slightly, knowing that your focus was elsewhere.
âCâmon sweetheart, you got it, look at ya goâ
His whispers had you actively clutching the wheel, southern accents had a charm and you were certainly afflicted by it, his hand now removing itself from your own and down to your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
He kept it there for a few seconds, testing the waters, you could both feel the tension, thick as a block of butter, head fuzzy with the thought of something happening, something you had been longing for.
He pulls back for leverage, allowing you to make a left turning, flicking the indicator on just before, you could hear the light chuckle and the low, short and huffy âgood boyâ.
âYou really are gettinâ good at this ainât ya?â
You nod with confidence, evidently ignoring the boner that began to ache between your pressed thighs, how could you possibly escape this situation without embarrassing yourself?
With space to breathe, you begin to get comfortable again, slightly slouching back with a newly perpetuated confidence, with a teacher as good as Rick, which was no surprise, Carl was a big part of his life, even after his divorce with Lori.
He was the biggest distraction on earth, to you, he was everything and more. âHeyâŠkid? See that over there? Why donâcha pull in for me, give yer legs a restâŠâ
It was a desolate patch of road, away from the carâs passing by, away from the world, secret and quiet, your heart pounded, thumping in your ears, loud.
Nodding was your only answer as you follow his words, pulling in slowly, turning the car until you came to a stop.
âGood job kid, ya really gonna smash itâ He ruffles your locks, now messy and out of place, it catches Rick of guard, nothing out of the unusual yet his cock twitched, the sight of you alone was intoxicating and it took everything within him the sight of you alone was intoxicating and it took everything within him to sit and just pretend he was okay, the look unknowingly had you creeping back in on yourself, a shyness only he was able to bring out.
You twiddle with your thumbs, anything to take your mind off of him, to just escape for those five seconds before he scoffed.
âWhatâs wrong kid?â His words were the catalyst, looking up into his ocean blue eyes which looked glazed, comforting yet bright and curious.
âNothingâŠjust, this-â He shuffled, backing up his seat a little before resting an elbow on the window and spreading his meaty legs wider practically giving you an invitation. âWhat about it? Somethin distracting ya?â You nod timidly. âI can help with thatâŠâ
His southern drawl was thick, soothing to the brain. You turn to look at him, eyes immediately drinking the view in, lowering, settling on the bulge between his legs, you tried stifling the small gasp of air that managed to escape you, it was to late.
âI can explain-â He tutted, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of his throbbing cock, glued to the way you shuffled in your seat like you had ants in your pants. âYa donât havâ to, Iâve been tryinâ fer so long with ya, waitinâ till I had you all to myselfâŠâ
As if time stood still itself you were so focused on him, the way he looked, the way he sat, the way his thumbed at his cock, palm fondling the front of his dark wash jeans, it was alluring, you wanted more.
You yearned for this day more then you would like to say, patience was waning thin on your side, every inch of you on fire just at the single thought of becoming more, the judgment and broken connections that would likely follow had you stilled and confused, it wasnât enough to withhold you from desire.
âAll ya have ta do is nod, then ya can have it and some more sweetheart.â
It felt like a punch to the stomach, like the air in your lungs evaporated within seconds. The heat in your cheeks scorching the skin successfully, succumbing to Rickâs charm.
Your palms were damp, almost sticky as you shakily reached towards his crotch with a wanting hand, nodding in the process, swallowing the spit that had collected in the back of your mouth from salivating just at the thought of seeing it, seeing him.
âAtta boy-â Reaching for the back of your head sweetly, he slowly lowers it, watching you wiggle into a comfortable position before your nose, now squished up against his crotch, huffs, breathing him in.
Relishing in the smell, musky, thick with masculinity, sweet with temptation. Eager hands search his thighs before you face the ultimatum, looking up into his darkened eyes, lust filled.
Rick knew exactly what you wanted and happily complied, pushing you further into his aching bulge, stuffing your nose deeper.
âThatâs it, ya so fuckinâ hungry for ainât yaâ
Hot pants litter the front of his trousers, tongue darting out to lap at the freshly made wet patch. The taste heavy with want scorned the tip of your tongue, fingers avidly searching for the zipper to unleash your dirty fantasy.
Rick watched. His tongue dangerously flicking against his lips as he silently watched, the soft moans that fell from the pits of your chest once you successfully managed the opening, pulling the zipper down, releasing the beast.
Eager finger tips dig into the waist band of his underwear, his bulge nothing short of chunky and big, filling the entire space within the material.
His length flops out against his stomach with a heavy thud. You couldnât help but look in awe, the tip angry and red, multiple veins, thick and pumping with desire, he was big, scarily big but you expected nothing less from an ex-deputy.
A searching hand wraps around him, engulfing the head with the extra skin that sat there, watching in anticipation once it flicked over the tip, jerking him slowly back and forth.
Rick groaned, head lulling back into his car seat, legs widening even further for you slot deeper into, making space for the casual onslaught that was now set in stone.
This was nothing short of both risky and dangerous, you had no self control, not when it came to Rick, you allow yourself to indulge, inspecting the jizzy head before your mouth wraps around his bulbous tip, wide and wanting.
His hands, full of warmth and protection slowly search the back of your neck, raking up into your locks before grabbing a handle, he tugs you back catching you off guard but itâs not for nothing.
âBeen thinkinâ about these pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, ya think ya can take it?â Without a warning your pushed back into him, mouth engulfing what he gave you, a strong hand settling at the back of your neck, warm yet eager to push you downward, watching each inch of him get lost within your wet cavern.
It gave you no time to think, how could you think? His cock reaching the depths of your throat, the tip glued to the back of your mouth once your nose buried itself in the thin layer of hair that framed the beauty and beast.
âFuck, ya been practicing with them boys in college? Who knew ya were a good cock sucker-â
He holds you down once you start to gag, eyes rolled back into your head, balls pressed heavy against your brow line, you couldnât do anything yet submit to the man.
Rick wouldnât ever admit it but watching you struggle to breathe, slapping at his thighs for air was something heâd think about every damn day from now.
You choke before being allowed to pull off with a pop, coughing into the material of his trousers. Once again your back on with a newly found love, tongue flicking over the tip once you sink your throat down again, taking his cock completely, back and forth with the direction of his hand.
Thatâs when his mobile began to buzz, throwing you both off guard, it wasnât enough to make you stop though, your other hand coming to cup the base of his balls, rolling both between your fingers.
âGotta be quiet sweetheart, itâs ya daddy. Keep suckinâ that dick like a good boyâ
In which you did, following his lead once he pressed accept, taking the risk. It felt dirty once the conversation started, knowing any slip up could cost you both, yet it had you going faster and deeper, stuffing your mouth full of him.
âYeah heâs doin a pretty good job, think I outta give him a few more for good measure, gotta give it to him though, heâs veryâŠgoodâ Ricl bit into the centre of his bottom lip, keeping his heavy groans back which were seated deep in his chest, urging to come out.
His hand kept itâs presence known, bouncing his hips upward into your skull, balls freely slapping into your cheek. Dirty. Wet. A small puddle of saliva formed at his base, strings of it latching onto the base of your chin, it would be a miracle if your dad never heard any of it, how you worked him over.
âHe canât talk right now, heâs just parking up, yeah thatâs rightââ It was quick yet everything you were searching for, nothing short of filthy. Nothing mattered to Rick more then watching your growing affliction for his cock flourish into neediness, hearing just how much you wanted it by the relentless gags and the hollowing of your cheeks.
Nobody really understood the burning hunger that sat heavy in his gut, only you, the constant lapping at the tip, the frequent squeeze of his balls, he couldnât hold on for much longer, not when you had every incline of how to make him crumble.
âI gotta go, need to finish up with him, Iâm sure heâll tell ya all about it when we get backâŠâYour eyes started to well with tears as he fucked into your throat, using your mouth like he would toy, chasing after his orgasm.
Ending the call was the gateway to your freedom, his pace faster then before, delivering harsh blows, his hand holding you down, forcing you to take it.
âGonna cum boy- can you take it? You taking it?â Nodding with anticipation is all it took for Rick to sink every single inch into your throat, he sat heavy on your tongue, feeling him pulse and twitch, hand keeping you in place once you feel each thick shot land in different places in your mouth, pooling behind your lips.
âShitâ shitâ Swallowing every drop you couldnât let any go to waste, tasting him fully, slightly salty but over-all sweet and tantalising, it lingered behind even after swallowing every drop, tongue cleaning his cock before you pull of with a pop, watching it fall and lay, half hard.
âCâmere sweetheartâ His eyelids were hooded, his mouth turned out into a coy smile, he looked faded, lost in his pleasure. Darting forward into him, his tongue flicks into your mouth, over your own, hungrily, learning just how damn good he tasted on you, his beard grazing the skin surrounding your now abused mouth.
âThink ya could try that again?â
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