sundown | for cable (nathan)

[Nate's pulse quickens as his own eyes close. It feels like he's been aching to do this since he first laid eyes on her, and it's every bit as nice as he hoped.

He offers her a small smile when they part, a little surprised when she eagerly reaches out and initiates. His lips part easily, one hand slides around her waist and the other into her hair. His tongue pushes past her lips to dance with hers, but he likes the way she leads. He allows it.]

[ She tastes him thoroughly, whiskey-drenched, her tongue lapping at his. His palm radiates warmth through her shirt. Her own runs down the column of his neck, resting on the collar of his shirt, fingering the edge.

Again, she breaks the kiss, her lips damp from them. It's all simply to scoot forward, using his shoulders in order to crawl over and into his lap. ]

Okay?

[The kiss is heated, but still restrained for him. He tries not to let his thoughts run wild, even if he's already imagining her clenching around his cock. Already imagining how the sounds she'd make if she allows him to fuck her nice and proper. He's very sure she's never been with a man his age, so he's very sure she's never been serviced the way she should be.

He suddenly thinks he may not be too far ahead of himself, he blinks a moment. Processing that he has a lap full of her. His hands almost immediately rest on her hips, leaning up to press his lips to her jawline.]

Would you like a tour of the back?

[Cable reaches behind them, sliding open a partition between the front and back seat, fumbling his hand to flick a switch. There's soft lighting from panels revealing an interior that has been gutted and replaced with a small but perfectly comfortable and cozy looking bed.]

Ladies first. [Mostly because he wants to see her ass when she crawls in.]

[ That stubble-kiss earns him a shiver.

Would you like a tour of the back?

She hadn't even thought to look in the back. So much for being aware of her surroundings; her older brothers would be livid with her for that, but even more so for being out in the middle of nowhere with a man twice her age.

Francesca smiles, murmurs a soft affirmative, then makes her way out of his lap and into the back. She's pretty aware of where his gaze will be; she's wearing a skirt, so he'll get a nice look at her thighs through her tights as she crawls.

It makes it feel all too real, as she settles into the bed, resting on her knees and looking especially coy. ]

Do you invite every woman into the backseat of your truck?

[It takes enormous strength not to bury his face in the back of her stockinged thighs when she crawls ahead, but she remains blissfully unaware that she's climbing into the back of a pervert's car.

He lets the car idle, maybe she'll feel safer with the lights on, maybe the music is nice too.

Although he's broader (and old) he obviously manoeuvres himself through the gap often. He only grunts a little when he slides through and positions himself opposite her. It feels ridiculously like a teen movie to sit across from her like this, but he won't lie, it's nice.

He huffs out a laugh at the question, casting his eyes aside and rubbing his neck.]

No. Nope. You're the first. [He looks back up at her, taking in the view of her with a smile.]

Feel lucky?

[ She enjoys how the question flusters him for all of a moment. Followed by that smile, and butterflies kick up in her stomach, expanding up to her chest.

Voicelessly, she nods. She wouldn't lie that it pleases her to know this isn't a frequent thing for him; if it was, she doesn't know if it would matter, cheapen this. She's glad she doesn't have to find out.

It seals the deal for her. ]

It's nice. Romantic, one might say. [ Their knees are not quite touching. She draws herself closer to him so that they do, her cheeks flush, wanting his lips on her lips, on her neck again.

But she hesitates. Her fingers pick at her skirt. ]

I haven't... I've never...

Think that's the company. [To Cable, it's just his outside bed. He does like mood lighting and there is Journey playing softly in the background, so maybe she's right. But he's more interested in the way he feels when he looks at her and the way he aches to crowd over her.

Instead, he lies back as if he's submitting to her like a big dog. He notices the hesitation and he hears the nerves. At her words, he assumes she means in a car, outside or with an old man. Any combination. He beckons for her to come to him, his free hand stroking over her leg.]

We'll go slow. And if you want to stop, we'll stop.

[ She doesn't know what possesses her to be so bluntly honest with him, and if he will mind in the first place. It's not every day you lose your virginity to a complete stranger, in the back of his truck. As far as she knows.

It's not that she's been saving it deliberately, for some ambiguous special moment. If you asked her, it simply never felt right before; she was never interested or aroused enough to cross that line. And it was never a big deal to her, not like she remembered it to be with Daphne.

Still. His answer soothes her to the root.

Tenderly, she sidles up to him, to lay at his side on her stomach. Her kiss is one of gratitude, of unadulterated want. Her leg shifts to hook over one of his, brushing against his crotch without quite meaning to, but shuddering to discover he's half-hard. ]

[Nate gratefully accepts her onto his lap, helping to position her as she slots over him. When she shudders, he takes it to be eagerness and it firms him up even more. He's very taken with the idea that she'd like his cock so badly.

He kisses her back, matching her energy. Maybe even hungrier, catching her bottom lip with a soft bite. His hands run up the back of her thighs, hitching her skirt up as he does. He uses the hands on her backside to help ease her hips into a slow, grinding rhythm against his thigh. It brings mutual satisfaction, dragging her thigh up against his crotch for more friction.

He licks inside of her mouth, grumbling into the kiss so she knows he likes the feeling.]

[ He's wearing jeans, but the layer of her tights and underwear to pad the drag of her cunt over denim.

She's now firmly in unknown territory, but she has the steadiness of his hands to fall back on. At first unsure, she starts to grind against his thigh, friction adding to an already amped up energy, clit stimulated with every movement of her hips.

His pleasure encourages more wetness out of her, her mouth falling open with her own, letting him assume lead. Her fingers travel to feel the bulge of his cock, and she has to stop rocking against him and kissing him so she can duck her head down to see the outline it makes.

She sounds terribly innocent when she asks: ]

Can I see?

[Once she gets the measure of it, his hands slide up her sides to fit over her waist. He slides his hands under her sweater, cupping a breast over her bra.]

Mm. Good girl. [He murmurs into the kiss, barely hearing himself. He feels her hand on his cock and his hips shift, encouraging it. He arches a brow at the request, sitting up a little under it.]

If you want it, take it out.

[He suggests, mostly because he wants to watch her pretty fingers work open his pants and briefs to handle him. His eyes are dark when he watches her, now that it's certain they'll fuck he's starting to intently observe her. He can feel the warmth between her legs and wonders what she tastes like, how tight she grips.

He drops a curious hand down, slotting under her thighs and over his own so he can rub his fingerpads over her tights.]

You're already wet. [Not judgemental. Pleased.]

[ If she wants it. There is no if about it.

She's very wet, he's right to clock that. The observation is made with such pleasure, she presses herself into his fingers. If he touches firmly enough, he might eke some dampness onto his fingers.

In the meantime, she meets his challenge and shimmies up so that she may sit on his massive thighs. They're hard and muscular under her, and thankfully the truck interior is high enough her head doesn't touch the ceiling.

Denying her own ache, she gets to work: brushes her palm over his covered crotch again, before undoing his belt, then the button and zipper. Her long fingers tug his jeans apart. She's never so much as touched a cock before. His jerks when she eases her hand in, feeling shaky but hopefully not showing it. Her knees tighten at either side of his thighs as she pulls him free, his cock springing forward, majestic in itself.

Jesus. How is she supposed to take him? She doesn't have anything to compare him by, really, but her vibrator looks like a thimble right now. Francesca's intake of breath signals her concern, but her mouth is still watering nonetheless. ]

Show me how you like it?

[There's very little that feels as good as having a girl in his lap, Nate doesn't hide the fact that he wants her there. He shifts to accommodate her as she works open his pants. He doesn't outwardly react when she gasps at his cock, but it tickles him. If she's nervous, she's good at pushing through.

He sits up enough that he can cup a hand around her head and push her toward him so he can kiss her temple and murmur against his ear.]

I like it buried in your cunt.

[He releases her, a small smirk crossing his lips. She's genuine, though, so he returns the favour.]

How about you sit over the top of it and rub your nice, wet pussy over it?

[Both dirty talk and a genuine suggestion. He reaches for the underside of her thighs, guiding her over the top of him.]

Feels nice for you too.

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[ She's quick to realize it's a rookie mistake to ask. A shiver rakes up her spine, a hot breath shuddering out of her throat. She blindly nods agreement, so horny she thinks she might go cross-eyed.

He maneuvers her with ease and it just makes her more wet to know how he could lift her like she weighs nothing at all. Her predicament turns out that his dick is out and she remains fully dressed. She's still in tights, even if her skirt has been shifted up her thighs, and panties beneath those.

And then there's the matter of this being the first time she's gotten this far.

That won't stop her long. She wriggles her skirt up more so that it rests up around her waist and hips, and sits up and takes him in hand again, working up and down twice. It helps to remember how many times she's fucked herself with a replacement, and maybe some dirty videos.

When she settles over him, she tries to be gentle: grinding her clothed cunt against the length of him, biting her lip in concentration. There's a wet circle where she's leaking. ]

[Nate peppers in appreciative grunts as she shivers, feeling equally urgent and horny. She's a rare treat for him and he'd like to savour her as much as he'd like to rip her tights open and fuck her until she sees stars. He promised slow, though, and he'll deliver. Even if he can feel how wet she is.

His breath hitches with a soft hissing sound when she settles, his cock twitching under her. Eager for more contact.]

There we go. Good girl. [He murmurs, hand snaking up her front to push her bra up her chest. He squeezes her bare breast, pinching and rolling a nipple.]

You on birth control, baby? [Asked softly, not wanting to interrupt the flow. His hips shift up to meet hers, hand pressing down on her waist to encourage her to be firmer.]

[ Her breaths come shallow and shallower the longer she moves against him. He calls her a good girl and she clenches, more of her weight resting on him at his urging, the splotch of wetness widening. She whines in her throat, her nipples pebbling.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she had thought about protection, he brings it to the forefront. She shakes her head, and wonders the reason he's asking. The idea they'll fuck without a condom hurries the roll of her hips. ]

It's alright. You can't get me pregnant. [ Bold words from a woman with seven siblings. Her hands rest low on his abdomen, kneading. Softly, not stopping, she explains: ] I'm not ovulating. Can you pull out?

Out of you?

[Cable sounds sceptical, since he remembers that factoid about her family and in general should know better than to play this game. But he doesn't have condoms and he can feel how much she wants him.

The hands low on his stomach don't help, like a cat bedding onto him. He definitely can't move her now. He shifts his hand from her breast, flipping under her skirt, tucking under her tights and panties so his fingers can drag over the lips of her pussy. He rubs tight circles over her clit, hips bucking to help him work through his frustration.]

I could get you pregnant. [He says, firmly. Doesn't matter where she is in her cycle, it's just big talk.]

I could have you on your knees asking for it, too. [And before she can think that's cocky, he's pressing a finger in her and switching his thumb to rub her clit.]

[ His fingers on her pussy, manipulating her clit. Francesca's hips jerk with a hitched breath; he'll know now exactly how wet she is, soaking through her underwear and tights. ( She's relieved she shaved recently, though she has a distinct impression he would not care either way. )

Her mind goes blank when he makes his assertions. For all she doesn't want children now, her pussy goes crazy at the promise.

His finger curls inside her sopping cunt and she's tightening around it, taking this as permission to start rising and falling, faster if he fits another in beside it. She's a fast learner, but his experience shines through, and she moans approvingly when he finds that perfect spot to press into.

He's barely fingered her and she feels her orgasm budding already, too riled up from foreplay and anticipation. She doesn't have time to warn him of this before she's shuddering over his body, writhing and wetting his fingers as her cunt rhythmically tightens around them. ]

[After a long and storied career, Nate fancies himself as someone who is generally good at being perceptive. He's got nothing to base it off, but he senses that the pregnancy dirty talk will go down well for Francesca.

He's incredibly pleased with himself when he feels her get even wetter and clench around him. His free arm slides around her, sitting up more so he can draw her close to him and murmur near her ear.]

Good girl, good girl. [He repeats, emphasising the praise. He wants her to know how much he likes it, his fingers slowing but still moving in him as she works her way through her crest and fall.

He doesn't dilly-dally after, he withdraws his fingers and tips her over onto her back, his arm supporting her so she gently settles into the mattress. He shoves his pants down, he'll get them and his boots off properly later. His shirt peels off and is tossed aside and he crowds over her, His shirt peels off and is tossed aside and he crowds over her, his fingers slip under her skirt and yank her tights and under wear down her legs.

He positions himself between her thighs, guiding his cock against her pussy and teasing the head of it into her hole. His hands find hers, threading their fingers together and pinning her arms either side of her head as he starts to rock his hips into her.]

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[ She's a shivering mess for the first few moments after, feeling quite useless and blissed out, but she watches avidly as he pushes his jeans off his hips and throws his shirt to the side. She can tell he's an outdoors man, all that muscle at play, but her eyes linger on the scars littering his chest and side.

Her hips lift to help him yank her tights and underwear off, the noise of the former ripping music to her ears. When he hovers over her, her heart jumps to her throat. The moment of truth. Breath held, she watches his cock drag between her folds, gather the slickness, and breach. The climax was needed, primed her for the initial press inside, the fat head of his cock stretching her out for the rest of him.

It hurts, but only slightly, her face contorting. Giving away the discomfort of accommodating him. Her head tips to the side, eyes shut. ]

[His skin prickles when he feels her eyes tracing over him. He can feel the admiration. He knows he keeps a tidy shop, he's not sure why he feels flustered when women appreciate it.

Nate's thumbs knead firm circles over Francesca's palms and he presses his lips against her temple, turning his face into her hair and over her ear so he can breathe her in. She smells nice, it makes a shiver run down his spine.]

Breathe. [He commands more than he reminds, muttering against the shell of her ear.]

Relax. [He hums as he shifts more of himself inside of her. She's slick and wet, pliant and not resistant. She's just small, he's just big.]

Tightest pussy I've ever felt. [He hisses it to her. He's not even sure if it's true. Feels true.]

[ She takes a breath upon command, her brain lagging but compliant to the direction. His voice and warmth and hands ground her. Her body responds to his praise, fresh wetness that helps him bury into her.

Once he bottoms out, she's more or less adjusted to the width of him, the presence of somebody else housed inside her besides fingers or silicone. Her breathing has evened out, none of the uncomfortable noises escape her throat now, her brow smooths.

She turns her face into his, nudging until she can brush her lips to his, sweet and gentle. Her fingers squeeze his. I'm okay, it says. Encouraging him to move. ]

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[He meets her kiss gently, indulging her as a reward. That aside, one of his hands shifts to grip her face. It threads into her hair as he deepens the kiss, so desperate it's like he's trying to breathe life into her.

His hips start to rock into her, taking shallow thrusts into her so he can stay close. He likes the feeling of her soft body squirming under him as he fucks her. He has private fantasies about being her first, she unknowingly tickles his interest with her tightness and her apprehension.

The thought makes him groan, adding a layer of guilty pleasure to an already inappropriate hook-up.]

Tell me how it feels. [He doesn't typically need praise to know, but he wants to hear how she sounds when she's being fucked. He doesn't want to forget it.]

[ She does squirm beneath him. He has her pinned and trapped there, but her hips start to move with his, picking up the pace he's set.

It's not unlike music.

She isn't loud, she rarely has been by herself in the past, but sighs and little moans work their way out. She kisses the corner of his mouth, slips her hand to hold onto his back.

It's an obvious struggle to speak, to pick out the right words to describe this. She isn't a poet. ]

It's perfect. [ Her face ducks into his shoulder. Her voice is strained, a shade of shy, even as he fucks her. ] You feel perfect. [ There is more she wants to say, but it feels crazy to think the thoughts, much less say them. ]

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[He doesn't necessarily need loud, he just needs to hear her. When she pushes herself to articulate, he winds an arm around her and kisses the top of her head. He's very glad he bought that drink, suddenly. She's right. It's perfect.

His hands skim down her body, pushing her sweater up over her tits so he can squeeze them firmly. He pinches down on her nipples, admiring her as he draws himself up so he can start to lengthen the thrusts into her. He breathes out, nodding approvingly as his hips start to move sharply, starting to really fuck her.]

I want you to scream when you come again. [His hand skims down her abdomen, over the pale, velvet skin that contrasts his weathered hand.]

Scream so loud we come together.

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