Claimed by the Trucker

by Izzy Slam

  “Jesus…” Kara mutters breathlessly, almost losing her footing until I wrap my arms around her waist and hug her to me.

  “Fucking asshole!” I yell at the driver, feeling the adrenaline violently pulse through me.

  Kara spins around and is clinging to my shirt, so I end up taking several steps back and just holding onto her, both of our hearts pounding against each other in the darkness as I watch the bastard exit the parking lot and head back to the highway.

  “Are you okay?”

  She lets out a long breath and nods against me. “Scared the bejesus out of me, though.”

  “That makes two of us, though I’m more pissed than anything. And if that motherfucker wasn’t leaving, I’d have a few choice words for his sorry ass.”

  Her arms go around my waist, and I feel the blood begin to rush through my cock. I need to get her back to the truck and soothe the fear out of her in whatever way is necessary.

  “Let’s get you back to the rig.”

  “Yes. Let’s.”

  I pick up our breakfast off the ground. Making extra sure to look both ways, I take her by the hand and lead her across the parking lot. There are only three other rigs, so it isn’t a crowded stop, at least for right now. That could very well change by the morning, though, as many truckers go all night and sleep during the day.

  I get her inside the cabin and let her make her way back to the sleeper section where she sits on the bed, setting her bag on the floor. I kneel in front of the fridge, open the door, and tuck our breakfast sandwiches in the freezer compartment before setting the other things on top of the microwave. I then grab a lemon lime soda and pass it to Kara.

  “No thanks,” she says, sliding her hands under her thighs as her body rolls through a violent shiver.

  “Are you cold?” I can’t believe she would be. It’s so hot in here I’m about to turn on the AC.

  “No, I’m just … freaked out.”

  Everything inside of me is screaming to take this girl in my arms. Despite the fact that, just moments ago, she was nearly mowed down by a negligent driver, I think she felt safe with me just moments ago as I held her.

  And I think she needs to feel that safety net again.

  I set the soda on top of the fridge and place my hands on either side of her legs, fighting the urge to run my fingers over her flesh and let them run all the way up until I reach the part of her that I’m dying to take.

  Her eyes float to mine, and I get the distinct impression she wouldn’t stop me if I did.

  “Would you like to lie down?”

  Her teeth sink into her lower lip, and her gaze travels to my mouth. “I … I think I would.”

  I curl a finger at her, and when she stands, I peel the covers back before leaning to the wall and cranking the air down to sixty-five degrees. I want this place freezing cold so she has no choice but to snuggle up next to me.

  And the only thing that she’ll have to keep warm will be my body heat.

  Kara

  I keep seeing that eighteen-wheeler drive by, the horn so loud it made me nearly jump out of my skin. And Axel pulling me back with such force I almost fell down. But then … the way he held me after…

  I’m still shaking when Axel pulls the sheets down, and I crawl underneath them, anxious to feel his arms again. I crawl across the bed, getting settled near the wall, and he’s lying next to me in an instant.

  “Roll over. I promise I won’t bite.”

  I let out a soft laugh before turning my back to him. And the moment I feel his arms envelop me, the tremors subside. His body heat wraps around me, and it feels like I’m right where I belong.

  Where I’ve belonged for a long time.

  I feel his beard brush my shoulder as he hugs me tightly. And we just lie there quietly for several minutes. Part of me feels like I could so easily drift off right now, but the other part of me, the one that has been aching since I first laid eyes on him, wants him to do something to keep me awake.

  “Feeling better?” he asks, his voice gruff and tired.

  “A lot better, yes.”

  “Good. I don’t want you going up to your bunk until I’m sure you’re no longer rattled.”

  I let out a long breath. “I’m afraid I’ll be rattled for a long time.”

  “Well then,” he says, softly brushing his thumb along my arm. “Guess I’ll just have to hold you for a long time.”

  I can’t help but smile as I turn my head in his direction. And the moment I do, he cups my chin with his hand and leans over, pressing the tip of his nose to mine. My heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of my chest as I roll on my back and look into his dark green eyes as he caresses my face.

  “Fuck, I want to kiss you.”

  “Really?”

  I see this little smirk appear, and I nervously lick my lips as he closes the gap between us. And when he does kiss me, I feel as if I might float right up to the ceiling of this truck.

  His lips are so warm, and his tongue so gentle as it enters my mouth. My body instantly goes into this mode of wanting to open up for him like a flower in the midst of its first bloom. I slide my tongue inside his mouth and both of us release a vocal moan at the same time.

  My body warms, the heat spreading between my legs as the kiss becomes hungrier. Axel’s hand slides down my back, a low, guttural groan coming up his throat as he grabs me by the ass and pulls me closer.

  I feel his erection pressing against the front of my jean shorts, and I realize that I’ve basically wrapped myself around him by tossing a leg over his hip.

  And I break the kiss because I realize I need to tell him the truth about me.

  “Axel…” I slide my hand up the front of his chest, amazed at how hard his pecs are.

  “What is it, baby?” he whispers, holding a hand to the back of my head.

  “I’m not … what you’re probably used to.”

  He pulls back slightly and examines me, brushing some of my hair over my shoulder. “What do you think I’m used to?”

  I shrug. “Girls that have a little more experience than me, I guess.”

  He chuckles softly, and I wonder what I’ve said to earn that reaction.

  But then he immediately apologizes. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. But if you think I want a girl with experience, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

  I run a hand over his beard, and he turns his head quickly to kiss my palm.

  “So, you won’t be disappointed if I don’t really know what I’m doing?”

  His eyes close and he rolls his lips inward as he grabs me by the ass and hitches my body to his. When his eyes open this time, he’s filled with a hunger that makes me tremble.

  “Disappointed? Hardly. In fact, I’m looking forward to teaching you everything there is to know about giving and receiving pleasure.”

  God, if he only knew how much I want to give him pleasure.

  He kisses me again, and it’s as if time stops on a dime. His fingers slide inside the waist of my shorts and he tugs them down, hard, and as my pulse quickens and my palms go sweaty, I realize I’m about to lose my virginity to a man I just met this morning.

  I find the button to his jeans, but he stops me, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. “Oh no. Right now, it’s all about you.”

  I sink my teeth into my lower lip as he tosses the sheets aside and pulls my shorts down my legs, tossing them to the floor of the truck. My legs fall open as he tugs the crotch of my panties aside, sliding a finger inside my wet and swollen folds.

  “Oh god,” I gasp, grasping the sheet underneath me.

  He sits up on one elbow and looks down at me as he begins to tease my clit. My belly tightens and my breath hitches in my throat as desire and need ripple through me.

  “You’ve never even been touched, have you?” he says, lowering his lips to mine.

  I give a quick shake of the head before he kisses me, feeling this wave of need wash over me.

  His finger brushes over
my clit and I start to tremble, raising my hips upward, then back down in a slow grind that leaves me breathless.

  Axel moves his lips to my neck where he plants a series of kisses along my flesh. I’m heady, tingling, and feeling the slow build to a quick release.

  “I want to taste you,” he groans in my ear.

  And without waiting for any sort of response from me, he’s on top of me, pushing up my shirt to expose my breasts. His hands cup the fleshy tissue and he looks at them as if he’s seeing tits for the first time.

  “You are unbelievably beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I say, feeling my nipples grow hard as he pinches them softly.

  He lowers his head and tugs my bud past his lips. His tongue flicks the tissue, sending rivulets of pleasure straight down between my legs. My pussy throbs, aching for that release that he started to give me.

  Dragging his tongue over my breasts, Axel is driving me crazy with need. But he doesn’t make me wait long. He licks his way down my tummy as I snake my fingers through his thick, dark hair, feeling his beard tickle my flesh. And when he gets to my pussy, he darts his tongue through my folds.

  “Mmm, I can taste how much you want me, baby.”

  “Yessss.”

  I huff as he refocuses his attention down there, on my swollen clit, on that tiny but sensitive part of me that he seems to know better than I do at the moment.

  This is the part that intimidates me about him, about how he obviously knows what he’s doing, unlike me. But he claims he wants to teach me, so I have to let go and trust that he means it. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to relax.

  As he laps at my tender pearl, his hands wander up to my breasts, and I can’t help but arch my back as his rough fingers drag over my nipples. They pucker at his touch, and I feel the imminence of my release.

  I roll my hips in a slow circle as he flicks my clit, his voice growling into my wet folds. I fist his hair as every cell in my body feels as though it will catch on fire.

  “Right there … right there…” I beg, my thighs trembling and my pulse hammering.

  And as my body explodes into orgasm, Axel gently pulls my clit inside his mouth and sucks softly, making me cry out in pleasure with so much volume I wonder if everyone around can hear.

  He pushes a finger inside of me, then two as he quickly flicks my pearl, his eyes looking up at me with admiration as I sit up on my elbows to watch him. There’s only the dim light next to us illuminating the small space, but I can easily see the hunger in his eyes, and the pleasure he’s getting by simply making me cum.

  His fingers pump in and out, and I let my head fall back down as I cum again, this time on the inside as he drags his tongue over every inch of my labia.

  “Oh Axel…” I groan, my legs quivering from exhaustion.

  Axel presses his lips to my inner thighs—each one—and leaves a trail of kisses as I slowly catch my breath.

  Axel

  As I expected, everything about Kara is perfect.

  The way she looks.

  The way she feels.

  And so help me god the way she tastes.

  Even the way her delicate fingers feel gripping my hair as I make her cum sends me into primal mode. I have to clamp these feelings down because everything in me is wanting to flip her over on her tummy and take her from behind.

  But I know I need to go slow with her. At least a little slow.

  I love the way she trembles as I devour her, and her juices flowing freely as I finger-fuck her right into her second orgasm. Her voice so fucking sultry as she cries out that she’s cumming.

  My dick is a long, raging rod of steel as her thighs clamp over my ears, trembling and quaking. All I want to do is bury myself inside of her but I also want to wait until she’s ready.

  When I reach the point of painfully erect, I stand up and slip off my boots, then my jeans and t-shirt, as Kara sits up and pulls off her bra, leaving her fully naked for me.

  “That is one hell of a sight right there,” I tell her, eliciting a smile from her pretty lips.

  She lies back down on her side and watches me. Her breasts are pushed together, the nipples still pink and hard.

  Fuck, she’s so unbelievably sexy, right down to her small, pert tits and honey-hued skin. Her eyes stay glued to my midsection as I tug down my underwear, and as my cock springs up, Kara bites her lip and her eyes grow a little wide.

  I lie down next to her and feel my cock poke against her belly as I trail my hand up the curve of her hip, her side, and all the way to her long, blond hair. Her blue eyes seem to grip me right in the chest. But trust me when I say that grip goes straight to my dick, too.

  “I want you to use your hand tonight. Make me cum with those sexy fingers.”

  “Are you sure?” her eyes float down to my hardness, and her tongue glides over her lips. She’d suck me if I wanted her to. But the slow build will be so much more fun.

  I shake my head. “Close your eyes for me. Get familiar with the way it feels and responds to your touch.”

  I let my hand flow down her arm and guide her hand to my length. She pulls in a sharp breath as her fingers grip my girth. And I let a growl rumble up my throat as she begins to stroke me.

  Even though her eyes are closed, I watch her face, let my eyes trail down to her chest and over the swell of her hip. I feel her warm breath hit my face as she breathes, slowly pumping her fist up and down.

  My cock twitches and pre-cum leaks out of the tip, and at that instant her thumb glides over my slit and smears it around, forcing me to groan in pleasure.

  “That’s good, baby... so fucking good. Tell me you like the way my cock feels…”

  A quick nod and two very flushed cheeks both give me all the confirmation I need.

  I rock my pelvis as her fingers continue to explore, moving in soft pumps then quickening before slowing back down. She brings her other hand over, running those fingers over my steely rod and down to my balls.

  I can tell I won’t last long, not with the way she’s touching me so sweetly, so innocently, like she wants to get familiar with every single inch.

  “You’re so hard,” she murmurs, letting her tongue drag over her lips after she speaks.

  “All because of you, baby. All because of you.” My cock twitches again and she tightens her grip.

  I reach down and cover her hand with mine, squeezing her fingers and guiding a tight fist over my length—pumping, grinding, thrusting and grunting as I get closer to cumming. I feel each pulse, every throb, the blood pumping through my cock with so much force it makes me harder by the second.

  I reach up to her face and stroke her cheek, running my hand through her hair and entangling it with my fingers, wanting her hand and her hand only to be the one that gives me the release I so desperately need right now. And as the moment arrives, I pull her face to mine and kiss her deeply, shooting white-hot cum all over her hand as I groan to the back of her throat.

  She purrs against me and tightens her fingers around my girth near the base of my shaft as several hard bursts of my seed jet out. I growl and playfully bite her lip and she lets out a squeal that’s immediately followed by a soft laugh.

  “You like that, huh?” Smiling, I roll on top of her, my cock still leaking cum, and I pin her arms to the bed, running my gaze up and down her perfect form, her breasts, her belly, and back up to her beautiful face.

  “I think I would like anything you do to me.”

  “Is that a fact?”

  The way she runs her hands up my chest and nods with assurance makes me want to go for round two, just to test the legitimacy of that claim.

  But my body is suddenly spent, the day’s travels finally catching up.

  “I guess we’ll have to see about that,” I say, giving her a kiss before laying my body on top of hers, feeling her flesh meld with mine and her soft breasts push against my chest.

  “I guess we will,” she giggles.

  I reach behind me and grab the covers,
pulling them over us as I lie down next to her.

  Kara nestles her backside close to me. “Mmm,” she murmurs, running her fingers up and down my forearm.

  “You better get some good sleep tonight, little missy.”

  “Why is that, mister?” she asks, twisting her head in my direction.

  I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “Because tomorrow morning, I just might wake up much rougher than you expect.”

  Kara

  I drift off to sleep, thinking about Axel and, more specifically, being next to him as he wakes up feeling “rough,” and what that could mean.

  Tonight was amazing—to feel him between my legs, bringing me pleasure, being able to stroke him and learn what he responds to and how he likes to be touched. I cannot wait to take him in my mouth and taste him the way he tasted me. My whole body responds to these fantasies as if it’s all I’ve ever wanted.

  And when I wake up the next morning, my pussy is aching to be filled. Axel is already stirring next to me, his voice a low, sleepy moan in my ear as his hardness presses into my back.

  I’m not wearing a single stitch of clothing, and neither is he. So when I feel the little bit of wetness from his cock smear along my skin, I immediately reach behind me and feel around for him.

  “Don’t grab it unless you mean it,” he grumbles in my ear.

  “Pretty sure I mean it,” I say, wrapping my fingers around his steely length. His thick girth scares me a little, but it also makes me wet.

  “Good thing, because I mean every bit of this.”

  Axel straddles my chest, his long erection bouncing in front of my face. He places a hand behind my head and lifts, and I instinctively part my lips to take him in my mouth.

  I flatten my hands on his lower abs, sliding them upward and all the way to his hard pectorals as the tip of his cock moves over my tongue. Low growls rumble above me as he grows longer and harder inside my mouth, the small opening at the tip leaking a slick, salty fluid that seems to act as a drug, making me want him more.