sundown | for cable (nathan)

[ 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.

[ They're both still half-dressed, her sweater shoved over her tits and her skirt hitched up over her waist. The pearl necklace she wears has long slid askew, but it starts to move again as he doubles his efforts.

The request is not one she is sure she is capable of doing authentically, she hardly ever raises her voice! But she nods anyways; she will do anything to please him, with his cock inside her.

The punctuated thrusts ride her skirt higher up her body. Both of her legs hook around his hips, stretching herself open for him. Her fingers fist into sheets, and now she can hear the sounds their bodies make as they meet. She can hear how wet she is, and when he picks up more speed, feel the slap of skin on skin. Makes her buck and rents a high cry from her throat, pink suffusing over her cheeks, down her neck, across her chest.

Now she can't help it. Her cries turn earnest. She hangs onto the curve of his shoulder with her fingers, clawing the flesh there. It feels so good, she starts to speak things that would never leave her mouth under any other circumstances. ]

Are you going to come inside me? Put a baby in me?

[Jesus. He thinks, but doesn't say. He's recovering from the spread of her legs and the beautiful noises, the dirty talk almost makes her threat become a reality. He presses his lips together firmly, looking briefly like he's in physical pain from how badly he wants to finish.

The car starts to rock from his motions, the speed increasing. He thrusts harder and deeper, skin smacking harder together. He dips his hands under her knees, pulling her flush against him as he pulls upward so he's back on his own knees. As she falls away from him, he hooks her knees over his shoulders and starts to pound his cock into her. The grip on her legs is tight, he's biting the inside of his lips and groaning hoarsely.]

You want to get knocked up that bad?

[ He likes this fantasy as much as she does. She can tell.

Love is the Drug croons over the truck speakers, but all she hears is him, his sounds, his rasping question. And herself, moaning and crying nonstop, and scrabbling for purchase in the blankets at the change in position, one hand smacking a pillow.

She nods erratically, but he might not be able to tell, he's fucking her so roughly, pounding into her, stimulating that sweet spot. ]

I want to have your baby. Then I can carry a part of you with me. [ He'd said she would beg and now she is. She's getting dangerously close, starts to tense, her cunt beginning to flutter. ] Please, please. Daddy, please.

[Cable's breathing grows laboured and erratic as he struggles to restrain himself. His earlier prediction was an optimistic one, but she's making it come true. It's hard not to think she's something he's dreamed up for himself, she feels perfect. She's perfect.

He palms his hand up her abdomen, cupping over her stomach.]

Jesus, baby. You're driving me fucking crazy. [He bites down on his bottom lip harder, taking his frustration out through the pace of his thrusts.]

I'll give you all the kids you want if you come for me again.

[ That she can do.

Her eyes strain to stay open, but they fall shut as she veers toward the edge again, her cries of unabashed pleasure crescendoing louder and louder. Right before, the muscles in her thighs and calves tense, her hands flail and hit the interior of the truck to brace against it.

ohgodohgodohgod

She comes harder this time, pleading with him not to stop, a rush of wetness coating his cock. ]

[It would be terribly, terribly easy to finish in her. He wants to finish in her. Ruin her properly. She squeezes and grips him so tightly, it's like she wants it too.

Nate stubbornly obliges when she pleads for him to continue, pounding against her until the absolute last second. With a frustrated sound, he withdraws and thrusts his cock over the lips of her pussy. He comes up her abdomen and stomach, fucking himself against her wet folds while his cock twitches against her.

Finally he stops, grasping at her legs as he shudders out short, sharp breaths. He looks absolutely shattered, but a smile pulls at his lips as he looks down at her. With little regard for smearing his load between them, he drops her legs and crawls over the top of her. He bumps his forehead affectionately against hers before pressing a firm kiss to her temple.

He's not going to delude himself into thinking a girl her age wants a serious relationship with a man his age. It's a terrible idea. But for now, he's enjoying playing pretend.]

How're you feeling?

[ She's still shaky when he climbs over her. She folds herself into him, with equal lack of regard to the cum all over her as he settles next to her and she burrows her face against the junction between shoulder and chest.

In this moment, she feels especially vulnerable, stripped clean of all pretenses. In this moment, she could easily mistake the aftereffects of release and the surge of emotion for genuine affection, the beginning of love. It would be foolish to believe it, but she still seeks tenderness, kissing his neck.

She ought to feel some sort of embarrassment for the things said in the heat of fucking. Under other circumstances, she would want to hide away forever. Strangely, the embarrassment doesn't come.

The smell of him, sweat and liquor and soap, fills her lungs and clouds her judgment. She brushes her fingers over his chest, tracing a scar. ]

Thirsty, [ she admits. Not that kind of thirsty. But also. Yes, that kind. She turns her face up, the interior lights bringing the brown out in her eyes. ] Happy. Maybe a little sore.

[Although very sure this is casual, it's hard to pretend his mouth doesn't hurt from smiling more than he has in years. Hard to believe she has this kind of effect on him already. Embarrassing, really.

His hand dips to rest over hers, clasping it over his chest for a moment before sliding his fingers up her arm and shoulder. He cups her face, kissing her gently. He's making an idiot of himself, but he still wants more of her. He pulls back, pleased with her response though a little concerned.]

I can get you a drink. [His voice lowers, brushing his stubbled jaw against her cheek.]

And I can kiss it better.

[ She feels a little drunk off him and this experience, really. She hasn't really processed what just happened, even though she can feel it in her hips and the very center of herself.

The kiss is more tender than anything. She melts into his calloused palms and his hot mouth. Huffs a laugh, nose wrinkling, eyes shining with mirth and tenderness. She understands what he's suggesting. It's an incredibly pleasing idea he volunteers. ]

That is a tempting proposition. [ She noses him back, raising her hand to brush the back of it against his cheek. She's not saying no. ] Water first, perhaps?

[From then on, it's a lovely rotation of hydrating, napping in a tangled embrace and some sort of sex. Oral, coaching her through a handjob, fucking her again. The second time he comes, it's an even closer call. He paints the inside of her thighs.

Absolutely boneless and exhausted, Nate finally pulls the blankets over them and draws her in with his arms around her middle. It's been years since he's spooned anyone, but she's a perfect fit. Sleeping with her in his arms feels good, so does waking up a few hours later with her still there.

He presses his lips to the back of her shoulder, she doesn't rouse. She mentioned having to be somewhere tomorrow. Today. He glances at the clock. So does he. Soon. He doesn't want to wake her when she looks so peaceful, but god he wants to feel her one more time. He shifts her gently, lifting her thigh so he can hilt his cock into her pussy.

Somehow, even though this feels extremely depraved, he feels he knows she'll invite it. That part of her enjoys being used for pleasure, in the right context. So he helps himself, starting to pump his cock into her and rub her clit. The hand under her curls around to pinch at one of her nipples. Something about using her body drives him absolutely insane, enough for him to tip her so she's on her stomach and he's fucking her into the mattress.]

[ He exhausts her. That's how it feels, anyways, despite his nearly thirty years on her. He's fucked her good and proper, driven her to climax four times before she collapses into sleep. That good, deep sleep, no dreams she can remember, simply blackness like a weighted cloak.

Which is to say, Francesca doesn't wake quickly, not when he adjusts her, nor when he notches his cock into her opening and begins to use her to his discretion. A few minutes pass before her body gets the memo and she stirs. Hazily, so aroused it nearly hurts, whining sleepily and half-sure this is a sex dream.

Her mind is slower to wake than her body: her ass already rising to meet his every sharp movement. He's caged her against the mattress, she dimly realizes. Her knees dig in, pelvis tilting to to better his strides so he fucks against her g-spot, her fingers fisting in the blankets. ]

Fuck. [ She's not one to curse often, it sounds especially lewd on her proper tongue. ]

Edited (pronouns,,,) 2025-05-03 08:00 (UTC)

[Nate struggles to get a clear read on Francesca. Whether she's actually a nympho and this is just another day for her or if she's just a wallflower that needed some encouragement. He leans to the latter, which makes his gut twist with arousal for her. It makes him feel some ownership of her, which he's truly coming to enjoy.

He can feel the signs that she's waking up, only briefly amused that she accepts it without admonishment. Maybe he shouldn't leave this at one night. Maybe he should take her home and do this every day. Seems reasonable, when he's this deep in her.]

Morning. [Breathless, but still sly. His hand is wrapped around her, stimulating her while he fucks her.]

You feel too good. Needed to feel you again. [His arms tighten around her, pressing kisses to her neck.]

Do you like it when I help myself?

[ She doesn't want this night to end. Under him, with only the hints of sunlight filtering through, it seems possible. Like she won't have to go back to the real world, her real life where something feels missing.

He can keep kissing and fucking her. They won't have to part, let the light in.

Her pulse quickens at his words, wicked as they are. She turns her head, moaning as he rubs up and down her clit, slick with how wet she is. Her brain is lagging from sleep and arousal; her inhibitions lowered, she murmurs her answer between shallow breaths. ]

I'm yours. You can do whatever you want to me.

[Nate's blood feels firey hot when it pumps through his veins. He feels intense pleasure at her words, then the ache of wanting to finish in her follows.

He can only articulate an urgent grunt as he bites the back of her shoulder. Not hard, but he needs to ground himself. His hips are moving of their own accord, sharp enough to make her bounce under him.]

I want to keep you. Like this. [His hand shifts up so he can squeeze her breast, grinding into her as he does.]

And I want to know what my girl wants.

[ She hopes it'll bruise, mar her white skin, so she'll wear the indention of his teeth like a mark of ownership. Maybe it won't; but there's something as good, even better. His question coaxes it out of her alongside her desperate whines and whimpers. ]

I want -- [ He moves like he can find a way to worm inside her. She's started to anticipate when he's about to come. Her hand reaches to slip into his hair, finding a home there to grip. He's driven her to want things she has only ever admitted to herself, in the dark, fingers inside herself. ] I want you to stay inside me when you come. Don't pull out this time.

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[It doesn't take much more than her words to tip him over, but the hand gripping his hair does it. The way she clenches and her body holds him in place is incredible-- she wants him like that. That badly. They're both playing a dangerous game but he might as well be deaf and blind from his obsession with her. He cannot hear or see reason. It's only been one night and he wants to do everything to her.

His cock twitches and his hips rut deep into her. His foot grinds into the mattress as he has the most intense climax of the night. It feels endless and too short, he sucks her skin and growls as he releases inside of her. He immediately knows it's fucked up, which makes it feel incredible. His fingers spread over her pussy to stroke her lips and her clit as his hips buck erratically.]

Fuck.

[ She doesn't climax right as he does, but the trigger is the twitching of his cock, the length and heat of his release flooding her cunt tips her over for the fifth time. Hers is not the same intensity as his, she doesn't make much noise, she barely makes more than a choked breath, her toes curling. But it's what she needs.

Clarity rushes in, but regret doesn't ruin the moment. When it ends, she sags into the mattress. By now, the truck smells of sex, and the sun is starting to peek over the horizon and through the trees.

She listens to his struggling breaths until they even out and he stops panting. Stupidly, she imagines him taking her home. Imagines him calling her my girl, my baby with more than mere lust to slake. It's a guilty fantasy that she keeps to herself, but it bleeds into her utterance of his name, gentle reverence. ]

Nathan.

[The way she says his name makes him want to wake up like this every day, which feels terribly stupid. It gives him a little bit more warmth before he starts to feel regret slowly seeping in. Subtle, drowned out by the glow he still feels with her in his arms.

He withdraws, drawing her backward to spoon on their sides again.]

Francesca. [There's sort of an authoritativeness when he echoes her with her own name, but it's painfully fond. Even if he's cringing into her hair.]

That was stupid. You make me stupid [But his arms tighten protectively around her.]

I'll take care of it.

It was stupid. [ She can't help but agree. It was a foolish and utterly irresponsible thing to do, but... well. She doesn't regret it. No point in beating themselves up over it either.

Her face presses into the arm under her head. He'll be able to feel her slow, lazy smile. ]

Bit ... messy, you know, but it felt nice. [ No messier than his first two orgasms, first over her stomach, then on her thighs. She thinks he even managed to get some on her sweater.

She even enjoys the sensation of him leaking out of her, squirming slightly. ] It's fine, really. I can get the pill.

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