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(Tess)

The night air brushed cold against Theresa's skin but she barely felt it. Adrenaline still rushing from the thumping music, the electricity of the concert slowly fading back into awareness.

Now without the music drowning out her thoughts, she reverted back to wondering just how she'd managed to end up here. Behind a venue, standing around as groupies and techs milled around.

She tugged the hem of her skirt down again, wishing once more for some more cover. Her arms crossed over her stomach, aware of the lingering looks.

The scent of something sweet and heady filled the air and her eyes moved around the crowd, spotting the source. A joint being passed around a small group standing and laughing about something.

She shifted just an inch closer, cheeks flaming as she watched, more curious than disgusted.

“Hey, you coming?” A voice called and it took a moment to realize it was directed at her.

“Uh, where?” She asked, face growing hot. The man slung an arm around her shoulder, smelling like cheap beer and sweat.

“The after-party,” he grinned. “I'm Rico and you're my plus one.”

Theresa hesitated only for a second before she allowed herself to be pulled along and through a door.

And froze.

Lounging around was the band shed just spent the last three hours screaming herself hoarse over.

Steve, the singer, lounged with a girl on his lap, lips locked hands wandering definitely where they shouldn't be.

Sam- guitarist was chatting up another girl, leaning forward and grinning.

Nat the drummer sat twirling her drumsticks eyes wandering the room, sharp and observant.

And then Bucky, the bassist. On hand on the neck of some chick, thumb brushing her throat as he said something low under his voice. She laughed in response, leaning forward.

“C'mon,” Rico said, turning toward a cooler and fishing out two beers. Theresa took one, looking at it. “You old enough?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she lied. Fumbling with the cap for a moment before getting it off. The taste was bitter and stuck in her mouth and throat. She smiled, trying to hide her discomfort as she tugged at her skirt again.

“You from around here?” Rico asked, leaning against a table even as his eyes trailed down her.

Theresa flushed, free hand rubbing the back of her neck. “Just got to the city tonight,” she replied.

Rico nodded, though she wondered if he even heard her, his gaze hungry.

She swallowed another sip of beer, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do.

“You wanna meet everyone?” Rico asked, smiling.

Theresa blinked but his arm was already slung around her shoulders again. She hesitated for a moment. But then, well, she was already here. Might as well make something of it.

“Hey guys,” Rico said. “This is-” he turned to her. “What’s your name?”

Theresa flushed, shifting but Rico just kept her close. She hesitated for a moment. Her name sounded... wrong. Everyone here was laid back, cool. “Tess.” She replied finally.

Sam raised a beer, Nat just glanced over before going back to her air drum solo, Steve barely took a break from the girls lips to flash a smile before he was back under, and Bucky looked over. Eyes trailing down Tess before grunting, going back to his date.

(Bucky)

“Hey Buck, you gonna play?” Sam asked, smirking.

Bucky groaned. “No.”

“C’mon, Bucky,” his date, Sharon maybe. Or Cherry. He wasn’t sure. Voice whining, playful. Couldn’t wait to shut her up later. “One round?”

He sighed, making a show of it. His hand brushing her neck once more. Imagining the marks that she’d leave his room with. “Fine,” he said. “One.” He stood, stretching. His date giggled. Fucking easy. Eager.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her forward. When they settled on the floor, his hand stayed on her thigh. Fingers tight. Not enough to bruise, yet. Just to keep her there. Close.

“Alright,” Sam grinned, finishing his beer and setting it on the table. “Everyone ready?”

A couple whoops rose from the table, each man with his date. Nat rolling her eyes on the couch.

“Nat, you want in?” Sam asked.

“Nah,” she replied. “Don’t need you fuckers getting horny at me and your dates gettin’ it on.”

Steve leaned forward. “Me first.”

“You’ve been kissing all night,” Sam shot back. “Let Buck go first.”

Bucky groaned, head falling back. Already counting the seconds until he could get away. “I hate you all.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said. “Just spin it.”

As he flicked the bottle, his eyes wandered the others sitting around. Sam’s date, in it for a ring she wasn’t gonna get. Steve with his. Someone looking for a quick fuck. Too easy. Boring. Rico- the techie had some church girl, where’d he keep finding those strays anyway?

The bottle landed on Steve date.

“Whoo, sloppy seconds, Barnes,” Sam cheered. The group laughed. Bucky rolled his eyes his hand already on the woman’s neck. Rough, teeth scraping lip. Her breath hitched and he pulled back, smirking.

“Damn!” she said. “Might have to go shack up with him instead.” She smirked at Steve who glowered.

“Shut up. Your turn,” Steve muttered. She reached over, spinning.

It landed on Steve. Figured. They were already back together, like gravity. Bucky’s lip curled.

“Steve,” he grunted. “Spin before I punch you.”

Steve parted lips with his date and rolled his eyes. Spun. It landed on Rico’s date. Bucky’s eyes landed on her. She’d been milling around all night, tugging on that skirt like she didn’t quite fit in it. Bucky had already filed her under trying too hard.

But then she hesitated, her entire face turning red. Eyes meeting Steve.

“Go on, honey. Just a quick peck,” Sam grinned, watching.

She blinked, but then leaned in. Fast, like she didn’t want to be there. Barely tapping Steve’s lips before going back to Rico’s side. Her teeth playing her bottom lip like she didn’t know what to do.

I’d show her, Bucky thought. Tell her how to use that mouth. His hand tightened into a fist on his thigh. Forcing his eyes away.

Her fingers were trembling as she reached for the bottle, giving it a spin. For a second, Bucky wished it’d land on him. Bet she’d taste sweet. She tugged on her skirt again and his eyes flicked to her bare thighs. Wondered how soft she felt there. How fast he could get her screaming his name.

The bottle stopped on Sam. Of fucking course.

“C’mere, honey,” Sam smirked, leaning forward. His hand was on her cheek and for a moment she was red again.

“I-” she bit back her words, lips meeting Sam’s. Lingering this time for half a second before retreating again.

Fuck, she’d be so easy to teach, Bucky thought. Didn’t even know what she wanted. He’d show her. His eyes traced her mouth, lips damp. His tongue running over his teeth as he imagined the way she would gasp against him, struggling to form words, that flush on her cheeks. His hand pressed harder into his thigh.

The girl he’d brought with him, leaned closer, nose nuzzling his shoulder. “That for me, baby?” She asked, hand moving against his jeans where he was already hard from his thoughts. He blinked, looking at her, having already forgotten she was there. Fuck.

He didn’t want her anymore. Wanted the other one, Tess. That’s what she’d said her name was.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, forcing his eyes to his date. Already planning to get his frustrations out. Gather his control. And then the real hunt would begin.

He dragged her into some private off room, hands on her hips. Her back hit the wall, breath catching.

“Can’t wait to feel you,” he said, voice low, against her ear. “Can’t wait to hear you screaming my name.”

She gasped, fingers threading into his hair. But his words weren’t for her, they were for Tess. Imagining that was who was in front of him now. What would she sound like when they were finally alone? What would she taste like? He bet she’d taste fucking sweet. An innocent little thing, blushing from a kiss. Probably had never even had a man before.

He groaned into his date’s throat, teeth sinking in. Imagining it was Tess he was marking. Ripping off her skirt and underwear, his fingers plunged, deep and desperate. She gasped into him, hands finding his shoulders to stay upright. He gathered her wrists with his free hand, pinning them above her head. “Gonna take what I give you, baby,” He said. “Gonna make you feel everything.”

She moaned his name but it was the wrong voice. He shoved his pants down, lining himself up. Already weeping at the tip.

“Shut up,” he growled, dragging his cock against her folds. She screamed when he thrust fully into her, not giving her time to adjust to him as he started pounding, a wild, desperate pace. His fingers, still dripping with her juices, shoved into her mouth until she coughed around him.

But it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t right. Fuck. He drove himself into her over and over, trying to find the release he wanted. When she clenched around him, moans muffled by his fingers, eyes rolling back, he pulled out.

She protested, or tried but he was already weaving his fingers in her hair, releasing her wrists to shove her down to her knees.

“Open,” He growled and she complied, grinning and tongue sticking out. He filled her mouth with one thrust, buried to the hilt. He continued his frantic pace, eyes closed, imagining Tess’s mouth against his cock. Imagining the way she would gag and sputter. Drooling all over them both. Eyes filled with tears.

He came, shoving deep into her throat, forcing her to swallow every bit of him. And then he stepped back. Letting her drop, full and used. Still moaning. He tucked his softening cock back into his pants and walked away. Now that he could think, he was already making plans.

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(Tess)

Music pounded through the night, reverberating in Tess’s chest, down through her feet. Even the earth seems to vibrate in time with the bass. Her cheap beer barely masked the stench of sweat and smoke. Someone shoved into her, beer splashing on her shoes. Up ahead someone screamed, barely heard over the lyrics.

Tess swayed to the music, letting it fill her, drowning out the doubt and thoughts. She moved closer, in between elbows and jostling bodies. The closer to the stage she got, the tighter packed people were, the hotter the night became. She relished in the tension, the excitement.

Heart pounding, she drank some more until the bottle was empty. As her stomach warmed, she stood a little awkward. She’d seen others just tossing the bottles down but her fingers gripped it tightly, like they couldn’t figure out how to let go yet.

“You look lost, kitten,” A voice said in her ear. She whipped toward it, knuckles whitening on the bottle. The stranger was smirking, eyes dragging down her.

“Not lost,” she said.

“You sure about that?” He asked. “Could show you around. Take you out back, give you a real show.”

Tess’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, bet you’d like that?” His hands moved to her elbow, grip tight.

“Let go!” Tess’s voice cracked, panic rippling through her chest. She staggered away, just enough for him to loosen his grip. Pulling back, she ducked into the crowd, as fast as she could.

When she hit a quieter area, she paused, gasping for breath. Leaning against a pillar, she scanned the crowd. The stranger was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, she flung her can into a bin and shoved her hands into her pockets. Kicking at a rock, she started wandering further from the sea of bodies, looking for someone, anyone familiar.

And then she saw him. The tech guy. Rico.

“Hey!” She called, relaxing.

Rico looked up. “Oh, hey baby. Gonna hang out again tonight?”

Tess nodded, chest easing. “Yeah.”

“Just let me finish with some of this shit and I’ll be right there.”

Tess nodded again, shifting on her feet as she looked across the crowd again. nothing.

“Something wrong?” Rico asked.

“No,” she shook her head quickly. “Just loud.”

Rico laughed. “Yeah, that’s why I wear these.” he tapped his ears, showing the orange plugs. “Trust me, they’re a lifesaver.”

“Thanks, I’ll have to grab me some.”

“So, you a fan?” He asked, nodding toward the stage where the band played.

“Just heard of them recently,” Tess admitted. “Was curious.”

“Yeah? They’re good ain’t they? Second tour, it’s bigger than last year.”

“Yeah, they’re good.”

“So you’re new to the scene,” he said.

“Yeah,” Tess replied, leaning on the table. “Wasn’t allowed to do stuff like this.”

Rico gave her a knowing look. “Parents?”

She gave a small laugh. “Mom. She was very… church on sundays. Curfews. No makeup.”

“Damn,” Rico shook his head, smirking. “Guess this is different, huh?”

Tess glanced at the stage again. “Yeah, that’s kinda why I came.”

“Good,” he said. “You mind grabbing me a beer? I’m kinda stuck here.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Tess nodded, pushing off the table. Rico threw some money at her. “Get yourself one too. None of that cheap shit either.”

“Right,” Tess nodded, taking the cash. “The good kind.”

With that, she dipped back through the crowd to one of the vendors, this booth a bit more lit up. Chairs nearby, a tent to sit under. She ordered fast, hands steady as she took the bottles, already sweating in the heat of the night.

When she started working her way back to Rico, the music caught her ears again. From here she could see the stage, the lights, everything. Steve’s eyes closed, leaning into the mic until his mouth almost brushed it. Nat’s hands flying over the drums, hair moving with her head. Sam shredding, fingers flying as his foot tapped, keeping the beat. And Bucky, slinging his guitar, eyes sweeping the crowd.

Tess’s chest tightened with the electricity in the air, the crowd screaming the lyrics. Cold water dripped down her hand, reminding her of her task and she moved again, heading back to Rico.

“Here,” she said, holding it out.

“Thanks babe,” he said, taking it from her. He waited for a moment. “You know how to open that?”

Tess looked down at the metal lid before shaking her head.

“Like this,” Rico grinned, lifting his shirt. He wrapped it around the tip of her bottle and with a twist, the lid popped off, falling to the ground. “You can leave it, that’s what the sweepers are for.” He added when she went to pick it up.

‘Oh, okay,” she replied, taking a swig. It was refreshing, sweeter than the warm one earlier. “Oh, that’s so much better.”

“Now, you’re getting it,” Rico winked.

(Bucky)

Bucky stepped back out of the spotlight as the last notes echoed across the grounds.

“Great set guys,” Sam said, unplugging his guitar.

“If you count Steve’s flat notes,” Nat said, drumsticks sliding into her back pocket.

“Shut up, let’s see you sing,” Steve shot back.

“Oh I could,” Nat replied. “But then I’d have to replace you and I like my drums.”

“God, you guys are annoying,” Bucky muttered, adjusting his strap as he slung his guitar over his shoulder. Sweat clung to him and all he wanted was a damn beer and some quiet. And her.

He’d seen her earlier, wandering around. Two beers in hand. Two. His gut curled, a sharpness tightening in his chest. If anyone else touched her before he got to...

“Relax, Buck,” Steve said, clapping his shoulder, almost throwing him off balance. Bucky pushed him off.

“Shove off,” Bucky shot back, making his way backstage. There. The little thing Rico had been dragging around. Flushed, laughing. Buzzed. His tongue dragged across his lower lip as he spotted sweat rising on her collarbone, God, he could already taste the salt.

He stepped forward, his fingers grazing her back. She stiffened, looking up.

“Oh!” She squeaked, actually fucking squeaked. Holy shit, that little sound got him half hard in an instant.

“What’s up?” He asked, meeting Rico’s eyes. Rico held up his hands.

“Didn’t realize she was off limits, man,” Rico mumbled.

“Is now,” Bucky replied, eyes going back to her.

“What?” She asked.

“Gotta be careful who you talk to around here, sweetheart,” He said, voice dropping. “Pretty little thing like you, they’d snatch you up in an instant.”

“Oh,” her brows knitted as she watched Rico walk away. “Thanks…?”

“Anytime,” bucky said. “What’s your name, doll?” Like he didn’t even fucking know.

“Tess,” she replied, looking back up at him.

“Pretty,” he said, fingers moving lightly across her back. She shivered under the touch, goosebumps rising from her heated skin. “Just like you.”

She flushed, red creeping up her cheeks and into her ears. Already sensitive.

“Yo, Buck,” Sam’s voice rang out. Bucky almost rolled his eyes, settling instead for a low sigh.

“What?” He asked, looking back.

“We’re headed back, you comin?” Sam didn’t even look at Tess. Good.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied. “Be there in a minute.”

“Guess you gotta go?” Tess said though the end of the sentence raised like a question.

“Don’t gotta do nothin’,” Bucky replied. “C’mon, let me show you around.”

Tess nodded, letting him guide her away from the crowds. The sounds faded, replaced by raucous laughter and the scent of campfire. Grass turned to concrete, the tour bus looming in the dark. In front of it, people leaned, sat on chairs or the ground.

Someone handed Bucky a beer and he popped the cap with his thumb, not flinching as it bit into his skin. He took a swig, his free hand still on Tess’s back.

“Over here,” he said, plopping on the ground, pulling her with her. She collided into his side, breath hitching. “Sorry, doll. Must be tired from the set.”

She adjusted, tugging her shirt down. “‘S okay.”

The rest of the band joined after a minute, Sam handing Bucky a joint. He took a long drag, the smoke wisping in the fire light. Then he held it out to Tess.

She eyed it for a second before reaching out to take it.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Won’t bite,” he paused. “Unless you want it to.”

She looked up at him before taking the tiniest hit he’d ever seen.

“C’mon, ain’t gonna do nothin’ like that,” he said.

Her brow furrowed in concentration, taking a deeper hit, copying him. Instantly, she started coughing. Steve snatched the joint from her.

“Don’t spit on it!” He growled out, taking a hit. Bucky’s hand patted her back.

“It’s alright,” he said. “First time’s always the hardest.”

Tess took a drink of her beer, washing down the taste. “Ugh, feels… weird,” she said.

“Course it does,” Bucky replied. “That’s the good part.”

“So, who’s the road meat?” Steve asked, passing the joint off again.

“Watch your mouth,” Bucky shot back.

Steve gave him a look but wisely didn’t say anything else.

“Road… meat?” Tess asked, looking up again. God, he could get lost in those deep brown eyes.

“Don’t pay him any mind,” Bucky said. “Don’t know what he’s talkin’ bout.”

Tess nodded quietly, watching the joint get passed again though she didn’t take anymore. Just sipping on her beer.

“What’re we gonna play tonight?” Sam asked, leaning back on his hands. “Ain’t got a date so no spin the bottle.”

“Bucky won’t want to share anyway,” Nat smirked, leaning forward. Wrists loose on her knees.

Bucky shot her a look. “Not mine to share,” he replied smoothly. Then leaned down to Tess. “Unless ya wanna be.”

She looked into the fire, not saying anything. Though when he tucked her hair behind her ear, it was red again. He chuckled.

“How bout a round of poker?” Bucky suggested. “Got me a good luck charm tonight.” His hand moved from her hair down her neck and back, settling just in that dip between her hips. She shifted, not away, just to settle. Probably didn’t even notice she did. Eyes already glassy, face flushed.

“I dunno how to play,” she said.

“That’s fine, I’ll teach you.”

Sam pushed off the ground, disappearing for a minute and the conversation continued around them. Though Bucky didn’t hear a word of it, his fingers playing the hem of Tess’s shirt. She shivered under his touch again, breath catching.

“You good?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah,” Tess replied. “Kinda… floaty.”

“That’s perfect,” he said.

Sam came back, cards in hand, settling into the circle again.

Tess watched the cards get dealt.

“You ain’t gotta play,” Bucky said. “You can hold my cards.”

She relaxed at the words, nodding. “Okay.”

He picked them up, handing them to her. She fanned them out, nose scrunching in concentration. It was so damn cute, Bucky had to shift to keep his reaction hidden.

“Watch,” he said. “Steve scratches his nose when his cards are bad. Nat’s got this stare that could mean she’s got a good or bad hand. Sam rubs his neck when he’s bluffing.”

Tess looked around the group head tilting. “Bluffing?”

Bucky watched her for a moment. “You don’t know what bluffing is?”

“I do,” Tess shot back, voice low now. “It’s… like lying.”

Bucky laughed. “Yeah, doll. Like lying.” He reached over, changing the order of the cards. “There, see? Now you know what kinda hand you wanna go for.”

As he explained, she tilted her head, listening. Trying to understand. The team played fast and loose, throwing in bags of weed, money, rings. She tried to keep up. And when Bucky took the cards to toss them down he grinned.

“See?” He said as the team groaned. “Good luck charm.” His free hand pulled Tess closer, fingers brushing her hip under her shirt.

“We won,” she said, looking up at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“Yeah,” he said. “I sure did.” He scooped up the winnings pocketing them.

“You can keep this,” he said, throwing Steve’s ring back to him. Steve caught it.

“Whatever.” Steve muttered, reaching to light up another joint.

“Hey, I wanna show you something,” Bucky said, standing. He held out his hand and Tess looked at for a moment before taking it and letting him pull her up. She swayed just a bit and he wrapped a hand around her waist. “Easy,” he laughed. “Damn you’re blitzed.”

She blinked. “No, I’m fine.”

“Didn’t say you weren’t,” Bucky smirked. He guided her along, away from the groups scattered around the lot and toward the bus. Her eyes grew wide again.

“The tour bus?” She asked, her voice rising a pitch. “Oh no way!”

“Yeah, baby, you’re with me,” he said. “You can go where I go.”

She looked up at him, a smile playing on her face. “Alright.”

He grinned, pulling the door open and stepping aside to let her go first, then came up behind her, pulling it closed again.

“That’s where we eat,” he said, gesturing to the table. “And that’s where we sleep.”

“There’s beds?” She asked, moving forward to check them out.

“Yeah, you think we sleep on the floor or somethin’?” Bucky grinned.

“I don’t know, I’m so new to all this.”

“I know,” Bucky said, his voice dropping as he stepped closer, hand sliding over her ass. She looked up at him, red rising in her cheeks. He’d never get over that look. “This okay?” he asked.

She looked down for a moment before nodding.

“Words, doll,” He said, fingers under her chin now, guiding her face back up. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Yeah,” she said. “It’s okay.”

“Can I ask you something?” He leaned closer, hand moving from her ass to the hem of her shorts.

“Y-yeah,” she breathed, shuddering under his touch.

“You ever touch yourself?”

She blinked. “What?”

“Down here,” he said, fingers brushing the front of her shorts. She stiffened and he watched her pupils blow wide. So fucking sensitive.

“N-no,” she said. “Well, sometimes.” Her eyes fell to the floor, face burning red.

“It’s okay, I ain’t judging,” Bucky said. “I think it’s hot.”

Her eyes shot to his. “You do?” her brow furrowed like she couldn’t understand.

“Yeah,” he said, giving her a little more pressure. Her breath sharpened, fingers clenching into fists. “Feel good?”

She nodded. Then before he could remind her, “yeah.”

He smiled. So fucking easy. “Could make you feel better,” he said, rubbing gentle circles over the seam. She jumped a little, tongue flashing out to lick her lips.

“Oh-okay.”

He smirked, guiding her back until her back hit the bunks. Fingers dipping under her shorts. Her breathing quickened, eyes on him. Flicking down to his mouth and back up. He leaned forward, just barely brushing his lips against her, fingers dragging lower until they dipped under her waistband, knuckles grazing heat. Her head fell back, eyes closing.

“Knew you’d be soft for me,” he said. “Doin’ so well, sweetheart.”

She bit her lip, a soft sound escaping.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he said. “Wanna hear all those pretty little noises.”

Her eyes opened half-way, still glazed but focused on him.

“There you are,” He said, shifting. His hand moved away just for a moment and she whined. He laughed, low in his chest. “Just opening these up,” he said, snapping the button of her shorts open. “Gonna give you everything you need.” His hand dipped in again, fingers running through her folds, brushing against her nub. Her hips twitched and she gasped again, sharper this time.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s my girl.”

She whimpered. His lips brushing against her jaw. Each noise pulled from her, embarrassed. Needy.

He dragged a finger over her clit again and her legs shook, though she didn’t fall. Her back arched into the touch without meaning to.

He dragged his mouth over her cheek to the side of her mouth.

“So sweet,” he said. “Didn’t even know you could be this good, huh?”

She shook her head, unable to answer. He groaned, cock twitching though he resisted the urge to grind against her.

“So perfect for me, doll. Don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

His fingers continued his ministrations, circling tighter. She shuddered, goosebumps spreading across her collarbone. He kiss her this time, full on the mouth and she responded instantly, grinding down on his hand. Her lips parted and he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth, tasting her for the first time. Beer and smoke and something sweeter underneath. Just like he knew she’d be.

Her knees buckled as her stomach clenched and he moved his other hand around her back, holding her up.

“Easy now, I’ve got you,” he said against her mouth. She keened under his touch, lashes fluttering and eyes wet. So fucking perfect for him.

She came with a soft cry, like she wasn’t sure what to do with the sensation and he kept drawing circles, dragging it out. Wanting to hear what she sounded like when she was overstimulated. Her chest heaved as she rode it out, hips twitching against him.

“Bucky,” she moaned, low. Shifting, back still against the bunk. He continued for a moment before removing his hand.

“Perfect,” he said. “Told you I could make you feel good.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, moaning at the taste. “Like fucking honey,” he said. “You wanna taste?”

Her mouth fell open, cheeks turning red. “Why?”

“Some girls like it,” he shrugged. “Some get off on it.”

She shook her head.

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” he said. “Don’t gotta do anything you don’t wanna.”

He pulled her shorts up where they’d fallen to her knees and she fumbled, taking over. Buttoning them again.

“Not so bad, huh?” He asked.

“That was… I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said.

“It can always be like that,” He said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “With me.”

She swallowed, biting her lip again, eyes moving to the door of the bus. “I should-”

“That’s alright,” he said. “You did so well for me. Get some sleep.”

After she’d gone, he moved to the bathroom, finally pulling out his aching cock and running his hand down it, moving slow at first. Every noise she'd made for him echoing in his mind. It wouldn't take long at all for her to be his. His fist tightened, moving faster, picturing exactly what she'd feel like, taste like. God, he couldn't wait. He came with a grunt, free hand braced on the wall, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, doll," he said. "You'll be back before you know it."