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That suits me just fine and in no time I’m already feeling the pressure inside me building up. That special something the man stirred in me and set a fire underneath. It’s about to boil over for real and within moments of his strong mouth expertly working my girl parts as if he designed them himself. And doing a way better job than I could myself right now.
My climax is sudden but not unexpected. Drawing a low groan of satisfaction from P.T. who wastes no time in educating me that a good orgasm is fine. But a trucker-induced one is worth the wait. I stiffen and shudder, I try to say something but only manage a low moan that sees P.T. gently clutch my twitching clit between his teeth. His lips and fingertips adding to an effect that I could only describe as devastating for a girl who's never even pleasured herself anywhere near as well, let alone been pleasured by the god of pussy eating.
It’s a long one. Finally, I get emotional and P.T. stops suddenly. I’m shaking my head not to say stop but to try and tell him I’m fine. He’s doing great. It’s me that’s just overwhelmed more than just a little.
“What’s the matter?” He rasps, moving his face up to meet mine. The scent of my release on his breath and my climax shining on his lips, “I- I didn't hurt you, did I?” He asks almost sheepishly. Making me smile instantly and sniff back my tears.
“I’ve never- It just feels so good…” I whisper truthfully. The whole thing. Him, his truck, just now. The idea of me and him… It all feels so damned good I have to shake my head and remember that it’s real.
P.T.’s hands start to run up and down the outside of my thighs, making me realize just how much of a pretzel he's turned me into. My legs slide down and he shifts them apart with his knees. Growling in a way that lets me know he’s only getting started, making me swallow hard but feel a fresh pulse of need for him inside me that I know he has just the cure for.
His low voice makes me start in the semi-darkness. Zapping me out of my post-orgasmic haze, echoing my own thoughts exactly. “I- I just can't believe this is really happening,” he says, eyes blazing down at me as he strokes the hair back that’s glued itself with my sweat to my face.
“Just tell em you want this… That you want me.” He rumbles, my head stabbing nods as fast as I can pump them out.
Oh I want this… I want all of it!
“Just tell me you're not gonna kill me.” I chime back to him, watching him frown as I realize it sounded way wittier in my head than saying out loud, “But seriously. P.T.?” I ask him, resting my palms flat on his chest. Feeling his heart like thunder inside him.
“Are you just gonna love me and leave me…at the border, I mean?” I ask. Finding what little of my brains are left to ask a logical question. If I’m gonna give myself to him, I don't just want a one-night stand and have to find my way home all alone.
I want him. And if he wants me, that's gotta mean more than just-
“What do you mean? You're not going anywhere without me. Not tonight, or any other damned night.” He says firmly, gripping me harder. A crazed smile curling at the edge of his lip once he hears me answer my moan of reply. The answer to everything right now that he seems to understand better than anything.
I hear him unzipping himself and start to hyperventilate. My hands already gripping at anything soft and telling myself I need to relax. I’m assuming that P.T. still has a schedule, so maybe that’s it for trucker foreplay and it’s straight onto the main event. And as soon as I feel the hot stiffness of his erection brushing against me as he grunts. I feel my insides ball up in a knot before exploding with a different kind of heat.
My hands finding him in the dark, squeezing him until e groans and swears. His engorged head twitching in my hands as I guide him straight between my legs. Watching every shift of his eyes and expression as I start to circle my opening with him. Easing him inside me as slow and gentle as my trembling hands will allow.
The man’s huge, not gonna lie. But what surprises me as well as him, is how well we just slot together despite the size difference. It takes some doing and there’s a moment or three where it feels like too much, but it isn't long before P.T.s rig is rocking and if anyone was out looking for him, they'd only have to listen to hear me screaming his name.
What starts out as a gasping set of wheezes is a full shriek from me by the time he makes me climax a second time as he stiffens and pulses inside me. His own release like a wave of heat that sees us both gripping harder. Holding each other closer in the darkness as we both feel something more than just pent-up need finally satisfied.
Surprised but not really surprised I could even manage it. P.T.’s huge body finally collapses on top of me. His final groan of pleasure making me feel like I can breathe for the first time in my life hearing it. Having him so close and so warm. So strong, even when he's at his most vulnerable. We lay together long enough for me to start to lose feeling with him on top of me before he shifts and sniffs.
Sounding like the trucker again when he murmurs something about having to keep moving. Having to get us both someplace else. But as certain as he is about all that, I still have a million questions. The biggest being how am I gonna get cross the border? The only stuff on me is what I take to work: My phone and my key to get in when I get home.
But P.T. senses everything and more than I have to ask him, stifling a groan as he does himself up again, telling me he “…May as well tell you what you're getting yourself in for…”
He drawls the words as he lifts me back down onto the bench seat. His eyes moving over me as I cover myself back up. Wondering if that’s really it. I mean… I dunno. I’m not expecting a bubble bath or a massage. But it really does feel like intimacy might not be a big part of how P.T. operates, I’m guessing.
I know he felt what I just did but maybe that’s how it is afterwards? I dunno. It’s a first time for a lot of things for me today. Almost kidnapped, then actually kinda kidnapped, then losing my virginity and finding out I’m on the way to Canada.
“We are going to Canada, right?” I ask, interrupting him. Making him wince for a second before he nods.
“You still mean it? About taking me with you?” I ask, I have to. I don't want him changing his mind now he's got what he wanted. But P.T.’s mood only lasts until he's shifted the truck back into gear and we’re moving again. His arm reaching over to me automatically once he's settled. Pulling me closer to him and I instantly snuggle up close to him.
Feeling his body vibrate as he tells me everything in a clear, deep voice.
Telling me about the life he’s led and how tonight was always gonna be the last time. The last run.
9
P.T.
Once it sets in that Petra’s not going anywhere that I’m not. Once I somehow manage to stop grinning like a fool at the knowing that she's mine now, I tell her. I tell her everything. After the connection we’ve just made, the feeling I know that’s more than real between us? I know I could never keep anything from her. Even if it means I’ll risk losing the one thing I prize more than anything so soon after gaining it.
But something tells me she’ll be able to handle the whole truth. Especially after the night she's just had, I think she deserves some answers on my part.
