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She continues to slide her hand up and down, using my pre-cum to make it easier. I’m moaning already, and when her other hand reaches down to massage my balls, I gasp again. “Tess—shit, I’m not gonna last.”

She shifts down the bunk and takes me in her mouth.

“Oh god…” One hand goes to her soft hair, the other pushes hard against the wall, trying to hold on. The world feels like it’s tilting. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she pushes down and pulls up. I’m already so close.

Her tongue traces my tip as she gently sucks and I let out a long groan. My hips buck up and I shiver.

"Sorry….hell, Tess I'm—" I manage.

She moans against me, and the vibration has me on that sweet edge. I’m fighting it because fuck, it feels better than anything I’ve ever had done to me. With my ex or on my own.

She keeps slowly taking me apart. Somewhere in the middle of it her other hand skims under my shirt. Her fingers spread across my ribs and then drift down, and when her nails drag along my belly I moan so loudly I hope I don’t wake my neighbors half a mile down.

A full shudder wracks my body from my chest, to my belly, down to my thighs. Maybe even my toes.

I pull my shirt down again.

She pauses. I can feel her reading me in the dark, then she withdraws her hand from under my shirt and puts it on my thigh instead. She kisses up my shaft, stopping to lick the head, sliding her tongue along my slit, and I jerk, gripping her hair.

Fuck, I can’t take much more…

But then she relaxes her jaw and takes me deep, and I can't think anymore either.

"Tess, I'm close." My voice cracks. "You gotta move or⁠—"

She sucks me all the way to the base in response.

And that’s it.

I come in a blaze of glory. “Fuck!”

My entire body locks up and then starts shaking. Her headband slides off as I get her hair in one fist and the edge of the mattress in the other and I'm saying her name followed by things I probably won't remember right after.

She works my cock through it, swallowing around me, milking everything out of me until I'm trembling and spent and the cab is filled with the sound of my heaving breaths.

Her mouth softens and then she’s licking me, gently, easing me down…

And the timer goes off.

The shrill digital beep rips through the cab like a smoke alarm.

Then we both look at each other and start laughing, wheezing and helpless and wrecked, as she moves back to a sitting position.

“Shit, I can't feel my legs, Tess."

She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand so casually it’s erotic. “I’m still wobbly myself, Wade.”

I grin, tucking myself back in and pulling up my pants. My hair is sticking up and I'm tugging my shirt back into place.

I’d feel like a teenager again, if it wasn’t for the loud popping of my joints as I moved around the cramped space.

She’s pulling her shirt down and adjusting her panties and jeans, and a rush of heat fills me again.

"Let’s go feed your fire," she says, with a smile, as we climb down from the truck, and walk back to the rig.

But she just fed my fire, and I’m already craving more.

CHAPTER 6