Long Hard Truckers

by Madison Faye

  “I— I never have…” I gasp, moaning softly as Walker moves in to kiss up and down my neck and my breasts.

  “Let me show you, angel,” Tucker groans. His finger eases inside, and I cry out as I turn my head and crush my mouth to his.

  He pulls me into his lap, my legs spreading around his muscled thighs. His finger teases in and out of me, sliding in and out of my tight, untouched asshole as he kisses me deeply. His finger slides away from me, and suddenly, he’s raising me up and centering my ass right on top of his big, throbbing cock head.

  My pulse hammers through me like a drum, and feeling his muscles clench and ripple at my back as he slowly pushes his cock against me only has it pumping faster. Walker groans, kneeling right in front of me pumping his thick cock in his fist as he watches my ass slowly open for Tucker. Slowly — ever so slowly — my tight little ring begins to spread. Inchingly, teasingly, I can feel my ass begin to open for him, slowly settling down onto his head. I gasp, feeling so stretched already and so fucking dirty in the best way possible as his head slowly begins to push inside.

  And then suddenly, it’s in.

  I cry out as the head slips inside, my whole body rippling and tensing as the new sensation floods through me. New, but so good. Tucker groans behind me, slowly pulling me down onto him as he rocks his hips. His huge cock begins to inch and slide its way into my forbidden ass, prying me open and easing me down every single thick inch of him.

  Oh FUCK yes…

  He’s so big, and it feels so incredibly and ridiculously tight as he pushes his fat dick into my ass. It does hurt, just for one half a second, but then the feeling passes and melts into something entirely different.

  Something amazing.

  Then, it’s a filthy pleasure I’ve never felt before, and I want it all.

  “Fuck,” Tucker growls into my ear, his muscles clenching at my back. “Fuck, just like that, baby girl. Open that ass up. Open that ass and let me give you very inch.”

  I gasp wildly, feeling myself sinking down onto him — feeling him fill me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Walker groans, his hand sliding up and down his throbbing erection — slick from his precum. He moves closer, his lips wrapping around one nipple and then the other, teasing me as I take every inch of Tucker deep in my ass.

  Walker moves lower, kissing down my torso, until suddenly, my eyes go wide. He looks up at me as his tongue swirls across my clit, and the combination of that and his friend slowly pumping into my ass has me clawing at my sanity.

  And then suddenly, Tucker is all the way inside. He groans into me, grinding deep and just holding himself there as I get used to the feel of him stretching my tight little asshole. Walker’s tongue teases my clit again and again, batting and swirling around my little nub as I cry out in pleasure. He pulls away, kissing his way back up until his lips sear to mine. His swollen cock head traces down my thigh, until with a gasp from my lips, I feel him nestle it between my lips, right against my opening.

  Oh God…please.

  Tucker’s hands tighten on my hips, and slowly, he starts to slide me up every big fat inch of him. I cry out in pleasure, feeling my ass clench around his cock before he pulls me back down, burying his big dick to the hilt again. He raises me up again, and this time, as I move up, Walker lets his fat cock head slip inside of my pussy.

  My jaw goes slack, my breath catching in my throat as the two of them keep me just like that — Tucker with just his head inside of my ass, and Walker poised to drive deep inside my pussy.

  “Now how about you take both of us, baby girl,” Walker groans. “How about you let go, spread those legs, and let the both of us fuck you like you’ve never even dreamed of.”

  His mouth crushes to mine, and I can feel Tucker groaning as his lips tease down the back of my neck.

  “Take these cocks, princess,” Walker growls, pushing inside. “Be a good girl and take both these cocks in your naughty little holes.”

  The two of them push inside at the same time, and my whole world shatters.

  I scream in pleasure, spinning, gasping for air. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before — like I’m more full and stretched than I’ve ever even imagined I could be. But at the same time, it’s hotter, and filthier than anything else.

  And it feels fucking amazing.

  Two big, thick cocks begin to fuck me at the same time, thrusting in and out of me and making me scream for more. Four hands hold me tight, stroking my skin, teasing me, and keeping me pinned between these two gorgeous rough men. Two mouths tease my skin — sucking, biting, licking — making me shiver and moan and whimper as the pleasure explodes through me.

  “Fuck, just like that, baby girl,” Tucker groans into my ear, grunting as he thrusts and drives his cock deep in my ass. “Let both of us fuck your tight little fuck holes. Take those big cocks like a greedy little girl. Take my cock deep in that tight little ass while Walker fucks that pussy like you know you love it.”

  His words are so crude, and filthy. But he knows me, and he knows it’s driving me fucking crazy. He knows it’s this filthy, dirty edge that I’ve never explored — that I’ve never even come close to exploring before. But he knows it’s the secret spark that makes me explode.

  “Yeah, bounce on those fat cocks, Sierra,” Walker groans, his mouth on my neck, one hand teasing my nipples, and the other gripping my hip possessively as he drives his cock in and out.

  “You want to be our little fuck bunny? You want to be our little truck stop slut and come all over these big fucking cocks until we pump every drop into your tight little holes?”

  My eyes roll back in my head, my pulse like a freight train going off the rails. They’re pushing me further than I’ve ever been — growling those filthy words in my ear that have my whole body igniting. They start to alternate in and out, Tucker pushing his cock all the way into my tight, clenching ass before he pulls out and Walker drives deep into my dripping wet, eager pussy.

  They move harder, and faster — hands gripping my body tight enough to leave delicious bruises to remember this by. They grunt into my skin, thick cocks driving in and out as we start to fly out of control.

  Sweat drips down my body. Skin rubs together. The whole cab of the truck is slick with heat, and filled with the dirty, raunchy, wet sounds of the three of us grinding together.

  The first orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and suddenly, I’m screaming into Walker’s mouth as the two of them push me right over the edge. They don’t even slow — both men only hissing through clenched teeth and fucking me even harder as the first wave crashes over me. I come again, every single cell in my body igniting as I cry out, completely lost in this fever we’re all rolling in as the two of them move faster, and harder.

  “Take our cum, baby girl,” Tucker hisses into my ear, his hands clamped around my waist as he drives his cock in and out of my ass. “You want this cum in your naughty little asshole? You want to be our little cumslut and take every fucking drop?”

  “I want it!” I scream, lost. Floundering. Sinking into the wet heat of it all and knowing I’m about to shatter one more time.

  “Then come for us,” Walker growls into my lips. “Be a good girl and fuckin’ come for us, princess.”

  The two of them drive in to the hilt, and suddenly, I explode.

  The biggest climax I’ve ever felt thunders through me, shaking me to my core, making every muscle in my body tense and clench until my toes ache and I see spots in front of my tightly closed eyes. The scream erupts from my lips as I cry out, feeling the two of them push deep inside of me and roar at the same time.

  And then, they’re coming with me.

  Two fat, throbbing cocks pulse deep inside of me — Tucker grunting as his cum pumps deep into me as he empties his balls into my tight little asshole. Walker roars, kissing me fiercely as he does the same — hot ropes of his cum splashing deep inside as I writhe between then, still riding my climax as the three of us rock together again and again.

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sp; Until slowly, we come to a gasping, stuttering, panting stop.

  I’m barely aware of the two of them pulling out of me, and gently bringing me into the back of the cab and onto the bed. It’s small, and they’re so big, but they sandwich me between them so tight as I pant for air and kiss them both.

  This is bliss.

  This is perfect.

  And this is all I ever want.

  Chapter 11

  Walker

  Tucker guns the engine. We’re still on the backroads, but now, we’re moving fast — driving harder. Because very quickly, it’s feeling like the walls are starting to close in, and the sooner we get back home and distance ourselves from this cargo, the better.

  Earlier, we were picking up some chatter over the CB radio that was about us — some of Lenny’s boys trying to use code over the radio, but not so hidden that we didn’t know it was us they were talking about.

  But, that’s all gone quiet now. I don’t like that. The chatter at least said they didn’t know where the hell we were. No chatter is making us both uneasy. It’s too quiet is what it is. I glance over at Tucker and see his jaw tighten as he glances at the silent CB. Yeah, he’s feeling it too.

  Sierra is sleeping in the back berth, and I can’t even blame her. It’s been days of hard driving and staying out of sight. And at night? Well, let’s just say none of us is getting a lot of sleeping done, that’s for damn sure.

  She’s out of her element, but she’s adjusting. Hell, even after just a few days, it feels like she’s an old road-hardened pro. And I have to say, having her with us?

  Well damn if that doesn’t just feel perfect.

  But really, what’s got Tucker and me on edge isn’t that Lenny’s gang is after us. It’s not the cargo we’re carrying for Law Banner. It’s her. It’s that she matters way the fuck more than any of this, to the point where while she was sleeping, he and I legitimately talked about ditching the cargo and heading to the nearest non-extradition country we could get to, with her.

  But it’s a fantasy. Law would find us, and looking over our shoulder for him for the rest of our days is no way I’d want to live.

  We got Sierra to charge her phone too, and call her dad. Hell, he was tracking her phone anyways, and we figured the best move was for her to let him now she was okay. She told him she was with friends taking a road trip to Kentucky, which he was mad as hell about. But, she left out the part about her “friends” being the two of us, and the, I guess you could say nature of our relationship.

  …Something tells me; her pops would be a might angrier to hear about that one.

  We’ve tried checking in with Silas to see if we’re still being tracked, but he’s back off-grid — back to his fucking hermit life up there in the hills doing whatever the hell he does. So, we’re flying blind — driving hard and hoping to God we can get back to Sugar County without any more shit.

  “How’d he take it, by the way?”

  I scowl. Tucker’s talking about Law. Calling Lawson Banner to let him know you’re going to be late with $2.5 million of his property was pretty fuckin’ low on my bucket list, but it was the only option at this point. We are running late, and the way we figured, letting him know that the reason is rival crime boss and not us fucking around was the best move.

  “He took it…” I shrug. “Fine? You can never tell with that guy. He sounded pissed I guess.”

  “Yeah but he always sounds pissed,” Tucker mutters.

  I snort a small laugh. Yeah, Law’s aware of the situation. He doesn’t know about the damn ATF or the fact that we’ve got a passenger whose daddy happens to be the head of operations for that particular government agency. But, him needing to know those details are like Sierra’s father needing to know the details of his daughter riding with us.

  And anyways, we’re close. Tucker whistles lowly as we pass a sign with “Kentucky State Line — 5 Miles” emblazoned across it, and I can feel the tension start to ease on out of me.

  Shit, we might just actually pull this off.

  Lenny Carter isn’t stupid enough to come after us into Law’s undisputed territory. And with Sierra’s dad off our scent and not tracking us with his ATF buddies anymore?

  Well, we’re basically home free.

  Home.

  It’s funny because while we’ve always thought of Sugar County as where we came from, and maybe even where we mostly lay out heads down, it’s hasn’t felt like “home” in a long damn time. And yet, heading back that way with her? Somehow, there’s a pull I’ve never really felt before. An urge to make it home — to settle down, and stop moving for once. A yearning to put my feet up and stop the rambling around always looking for what’s over the horizon. Because, I’ve found everything I’ve ever wanted.

  We’ve found it. With her.

  Tucker turns to me, grinning. “Made it, man.”

  I frown. “Save it,” I grumble, ignoring his raised hand for a high-five. “Let’s save it until we cross that line.”

  Tucker shakes his head. “Not even Lenny Carter would be fuckin’ stupid enough to come after us within spitting distance of— FUCK!”

  I roar, throwing my hands against the dash as we come around a bend in the road and see what’s waiting for us. The truck jack-knifes as Tucker slams the emergency brakes and yanks the wheel — the back screeching and yanking at the coupling. Warning lights blare, an alarm goes off. But Tucker is a fucking pro, jerking the wheel with both arms, muscles standing out as he grits his teeth and wrestles control.

  Sierra screams as she tumbles from the bed, and I turn, my pulse racing.

  “Hang on to something!”

  Metal screeches and groans, and the truck skids another forty feet, back fishtailing as we slowly come to a final, shuddering stop.

  …Right in front of the line of pickup trucks blocking the road, and behind them, about twenty men with guns raised.

  My eyes dart to Tucker as I reach for the sawed off under the dash.

  “Walker,” he shakes his head, and I know he’s fucking right. I’d never even get a shot off. And what’s more, we’ve got cargo more precious than any of Law’s shit.

  A wiry older man with thinning grey hair and a mustache, dressed in denim and plaid, steps forward — eyes hardened and jaw locked.

  …Lenny Carter, in the flesh.

  “You were saying,” I hiss at Tucker. I crane my head around to see Sierra white-faced and wide-eyed in the back. “Stay down, and stay out of sight, love,” I whisper fiercely.

  “Gents!” Lenny roars, walking towards the truck. “Get your fucking sorry asses out here!”

  He’s swinging a big wooden bat in his hands, a wicked look in his eyes as he grins at us through the windshield. Fuck, I know what it is in a second. The man’s looking for payback for breaking his asshole of a son’s knee.

  “We also know what you’re really hauling!” he yells. “So go ahead and unlock that back for me, huh?”

  “You know who’s this is?” I roar out the window.

  Lenny grins. “Yup.”

  “And you still want us to unlock it?”

  “This isn’t Law’s territory,” he hisses. “We ain’t in Kentucky.”

  “Yeah, one fucking mile short,” Tucker mutters.

  “Out!” Lenny’s look hardens, his grin thinning wickedly. “And why don’t you bring the girl I know you’ve got hidden in there.”

  My jaw tenses, my muscles clenching tight as a fierce anger blazes through me.

  “Got a couple of my guys here who say they saw her first, you know.”

  “Stay down, angel,” Tucker whispers under his breath. I reach for the sawed-off again. Tucker reaches for the piece tucked into the driver’s side door, but Lenny starts to shake his head as some of his guys move closer, their weapons pointed right at us.

  “Not a chance, boys. Whatever you’re reaching for, you’re gonna wanna knock that shit off before we just pump you full of holes.”

  My pulse thunders in my ears, my muscle
s coiling and tensing — I’m ready to pounce, but no idea how I’m going to manage it.

  “I’m counting to three, shitbags,” Lenny hisses. “After that, I’m going to shoot until I paint the inside of that shit-bucket truck with your fucking guts. Understand?”

  I turn to Tucker, and then back at Sierra.

  I don’t know what the plan is here. Tucker and I, we’ve always had “a plan.” We’ve always had backups for the backups for our plans, too. The Marines and the Middle East did that for us — taught us to anticipate, to evade. To have a plan.

  …But I’m fresh out of plans on this one.

  Staying means dying. But knowing what I know about Lenny’s reputations, leaving this truck probably means dying too. Plus, they’ll take Sierra, and that is not happening.

  “One!”

  Tucker growls, reaching for his gun again, despite the warning.

  “Two!”

  “Stay down, baby girl,” I whisper. “No matter what you hear or see, you stay d—”

  There’s the sound of screeching tires, and suddenly, past the line of trucks blocking the road, I can see headlights coming quickly around the bend. And suddenly, five pickups loaded with men with shotguns come roaring around the corner behind Lenny’s guys.

  The first shot goes off, and the both of us just react on impulse.

  Tucker and I roar, diving over the bench seat and pushing Sierra down, covering her with both our bodies. Gunfire erupts outside — the sound of shells hitting metal and men screaming filling the air. A loose round bangs against the side of the truck, making Sierra scream. The passenger side window shatters, and I we’re both roaring as we cover her up with our bodies, shielding her.

  A man screams in agony, and suddenly, the shooting stops.

  We’re crouched down behind the bench seat next to the bed, holding Sierra low between us as we all go silent. There’s the sound of boot steps crunching over broken glass, coming closer. I tense, gripping the gun in my hands and seeing that Tucker’s got the same death-grip on his. We glance at each other, not saying a thing, but knowing exactly what the other is thinking.