Truck Stop Trouble: A Muscles and Tattoos Bad Boy Romance

by Peter Presley

  The light is still on in the living room. Alex is still up, I’m sure of it. I don’t want to be in here by myself. I want Alex in here with me. Yep, that’s what I want.

  I leave the bed and walk out to the living room. Alex is staring at the TV with the controls in his hand. Isn’t that what all guys do? He looks tired.

  “Are you coming to bed, or not?’

  He stares at me for a moment with a surprised look on his face. “Is that what you want?”

  “There’s no point in you sleeping on the couch. Don’t you want to sleep in the bed?”

  Alex smiles. “Yeah.”

  “Then turn off the TV and come to bed.” I turn around and walk back to the bedroom.

  From the bedroom, I hear Alex brushing his teeth. Then the bathroom door opens, and I hear Alex leaving it. He’s left a small light on in the hallway.

  He lies next to me, but he’s careful to give me space. His body isn’t touching mine. “You cool?” He asks.

  “Yes. Are those guys gonna find us?

  “No, not if I have anything to do with it.”

  I put my hand on Alex’s arm. “You promise you’ll protect me?”

  “I promise.”

  15

  Alex

  I was gonna sleep on the sofa, but I’m lying in bed with Heather because she asked me to. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “We’ll figure something out.”

  “I know you will.” Her words seem confident but I can tell she’s scared, and, to be honest, so am I. But I can’t let her know that.

  Do I feel guilty? Fuck, yeah. She saw me in that garage, but she didn’t know what was going on. It’s not her fault we’re in this situation. I’m the one to blame. She didn’t ask to be dragged into any of this.

  Now, I wish she’d take her hand off my arm. I’m trying to keep it together, and she’s not helping. I’m cooped up in this house with her. Not that she isn’t good company, ‘cause she is. That’s part of the problem. As well as being on edge due to the gang and all the angry messages J has been sending me, I’m also on edge being around Heather. I not only like her, I want her, and with us being in bed together and her touching me, she’s making me not only horny but also hard.

  Fuck! I can’t take much more of this. I look at her. Is she feeling it too? She stares back at me, her eyes wide. The light coming from the hallway lets me make out her face.

  Then the tip of her tongue pokes out, and she licks her lips. I bet she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. It’s so hot, so sexy—it’s too much.

  I lean into her and kiss her. Her lips are moist and taste like vanilla and cherry lip-gloss. I like it. My tongue moves into her mouth.

  Maybe it’s against her better judgment but her tongue twists and curls around mine. Now I know she wants me too.

  We cling to each other, our bodies pressing together. “Make love to me,” she whispers.

  This is happening; she wants this to happen. I help her take off her clothes. Her red hair and green eyes are the only things that give her pale thin body some color. That and the big pink nipples on her tiny breasts. Her pussy is completely shaved.

  My cock is rock hard and pressing against my jeans. I rip off my clothes, not wanting to waste any time. Heather runs her fingers over my tattoo. The eagle was my 21st birthday gift and women seem to love it. My muscles react to her touch.

  “Alex, we don’t have any condoms, and I don’t want to get pregnant,” she says, still stroking my tat.

  “Stefan has got some here.”

  “Oh!” she laughs. “At least somebody’s prepared.”

  “I’ll go get the box if that’s what you want. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, that’s what I want.” There’s no hesitation in her voice.

  I rush to the bathroom, my dick still as hard as a rock. The last time Stefan was here was seven months ago. He was dating a girl he dumped before he went back to Germany.

  After getting the condoms, I rush back to the bedroom. Heather stretches her arms out to me. She wants me; there’s no doubt now. She lets out a tiny moan as I climb on top of her.

  I kiss her lips again, and I move to her long neck, licking her soft skin. My mouth doesn’t stop until they’re on her hard nipples - first one, then the other, and then back to the first- causing her to moan louder than before.

  I’ve got a major boner; I want to take her hard and fast. But I don’t know enough about her, and she’s so damn delicate I’m afraid I’ll break her.

  I slip a finger between her thighs, happy to find her hot and wet. I explore a little, making her moan yet again as I slide it in and out a few times before removing it.

  I put my finger in my mouth. She tastes good, fucking good.

  Parting her legs, my cock can’t get any harder. But it’s gotta wait. I want to taste her for real. Her thighs are glistening, wetter than I thought. I dive in, my tongue exploring as I lap her up. I taste her, smell her, stick my tongue inside her as far as it will go. Then I plant it on the Holy Grail, already engorged and begging for attention. Running my tongue around it I get a whimper and an arching of her hips. She presses herself against my lips.

  “Please, Alex.”

  I give her what she wants, running my tongue over it, licking it and sucking it. Her hands grab my hair, her head moving from side to side. She’s close.

  I grab a condom packet out of the box, rip the package open and slide it over my hard cock. I’m on top of her and sliding in with ease. Wet and ready, she fits me like a fucking glove. Her hands are on my shoulders, nails raking across my back, groin pressing against mine. Rock hard inside her, it will happen soon.

  More than happy with the hot and heavy pace she’s setting, I match her thrusts and bucks. She grinds her clit against me every time I slam into her.

  “Alex, oh God yes, Alex!”

  She’s screaming my name and I swear her nails pierce the skin on my back as her body tenses. My dick’s on fire from her heat, her arms clinging to me as her back arches and I’m held in a tight grip. She’s whimpering and shuddering, inner muscles clenching and releasing with every spasms. I move inside her again, almost pushed to the edge by the intensity of her orgasm. I won’t be far behind her. It’s been building too long. She knows it, moves with me again, encouraging me with hot whispers in my ear.

  “Come for me, Alex, come deep inside me. I need you to come.”

  It’s not so much the words but the tone and her breath in my ear, sexy and seductive as fuck, her hands all over my back, her pussy still flaming hot and gripping me again. There’s no holding back. I groan and fling my head back as I shoot inside her, into the condom, hot spurt after spurt. It feels as if it lasts forever and then it subsides, the last few drops squeezed from me, her hands stroking my hair.

  I pull out and collapse on her side. We stay there, both finding comfort in each other’s arms. God knows when we’ll ever feel this safe again.

  16

  Heather

  The morning sunlight is seeping through the curtains. I’m lying here naked in bed next to a naked guy, the hottest guy I’ve ever had sex with. I’ve got people after me; my friends don’t know where the hell I am; my family is probably worried sick about me, but I don’t want to get out of this bed. I just want to stay here with Alex and never move, forget there’s a world out there.

  I look at Alex and kiss him on his cheek. He opens his eyes and kisses me on the lips. “Good morning,” he says.

  “Good morning, yourself.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  I snuggle up to him. “Like my world is crashing down, but I’m here with you. So that’s all I can think about.”

  “I’m coming up with a plan for us. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

  “Alex, those men are after you, but with the police working the case, they’ll be after you too.”

  “I know, but you’ll be safe. I’ll do everything to keep you safe.”

  I hug Alex tighter, looking him in the face. �
��I don’t want to think about it.”

  “Yeah, I don’t either. I’ll go take a shower and then make us some breakfast, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  17

  Alex

  The water is hot and the pressure enough to make the jets like a million tiny needles, but it feels good.

  I woke this morning next to Heather. It felt like the outside world couldn’t touch us. I didn’t want to leave the bed, and I didn’t want to leave Heather’s side, but I needed a shower, needed to come back to reality and go back to figuring out what the hell we’re gonna do. No matter what, I have to keep her safe. She’s getting to me, and not just because she’s a gorgeous girl I wanted to bang.

  Soaping up, my mind wanders back to last night. I love that she isn’t the delicate little thing I thought she’d be, love that she fucks like a wild thing and isn’t afraid to let me know what she likes. I get hard just thinking about it, and before I know it, my dick’s in my hand, and my eyes are closing as I’m stroking; her eyes, her hair, her face in my mind. I tip my head back, the water hitting my face as I jerk off. I’m deaf; I’m blind, and I can’t think of anything but Heather.

  Suddenly, feeling something I shouldn’t, my eyes snap open. Kneeling at my feet, her hands on my thighs, is a naked Heather. I blink and shake my head, water spraying from my hair. Is this really happening? She gives me a shy smile as she looks up through her lashes. I know for sure she’s no illusion when her tongue pops out and runs over the head of my dick. It’s still in my hand, pointing in her direction as if I’m holding it out like an offering. Her tongue’s working it, over the head, around the rim, savoring it like it’s a fucking Popsicle. I’m in heaven, almost disappointed when she pulls my hand away.

  But my disappointment is short lived when her hand takes the place of mine and pulls my cock toward her mouth. Teasing, she takes the head, at first, just the tip, her fingers light, no strokes as she runs it around her lips as if she’s applying lipstick. Then she kisses it and runs her tongue down the hard length of my shaft.

  It’s torture, but it feels so fucking good. She gives me that sexy, through the lashes glance again. Everything about this girl is so fucking hot. I stiffen even more before she takes me even deeper into her mouth, her warm lips sliding down my shaft as her hot tongue licks and swirls around me. Around the base her grip tightens and then her hand moves to meet her lips as her head bobs. She’s taking it slow, building it up. My legs shake. I hope they don’t give out on me, especially when her other hand reaches between my thighs to cup my ball sack, giving it little strokes and squeezes.

  I speed up the pace, putting my hands in her wet hair and rocking her head back and forth. With her hand, she keeps control of how deep she takes me, but it’s more than enough and she knows it. She slides her other hand out from between my thighs and round to my ass, grabbing one of my cheeks and pressing me forward. Once more she’s taken control. I’ve never been with a girl like this. I like it—a lot. I’m fucking her mouth but she’s leading every step of the way. It’s a major turn on.

  My balls tighten and my cock jerks. I’m close and if she isn’t careful, she’s gonna get a mouthful. “Keep that up and I’m gonna come any second,” I warn, in case it isn’t okay with her.

  “Mmmm.”

  She doesn’t miss a beat, so I figure I’ve done the gentlemanly thing. She’s made the decisions so far. I’d love to fuck her again, but I’m not complaining. Right now I’ll come whenever and wherever she wants. The pressure and speed increase and I get the feeling she wants it sooner rather than later. That’s fine by me. Assuming we can make it out of this alive, we’ll have enough time to take things slow and easy. I let myself go, giving in to the sensations of her hot mouth.

  I’m glad I resist the temptation to close my eyes. At the last minute, a fraction of a second before I come, Heather removes her lips and positions her face beneath me, her small hand working to keep the rhythm. It’s a hell of a sight as I pump my load all over her waiting face, her mouth open to receive whatever lands there. Her tongue darts out to lick my cum from her lips, and wherever else she can reach, before the spray from the water pounding down on my back washes it away. Finally, my spurts ease and her hand slows down. She takes me in her mouth again, making sure she sucks me dry before she lets me go and rises to her feet. She grabs my wrist and thrusts my hand between her legs.

  “Watching a guy come makes me so fucking hot,” she says. “It’s the biggest turn on ever.” This girl is too much.

  Shoving two fingers inside her, I find her slick and hot. Still holding my wrist, she fucks herself with my fingers until I get it. It’s clear she doesn’t want foreplay. This girl wants to come right now. I finger fuck her harder and faster.

  “Oh God, yeah,” she moans as she clings to me.

  Then she’s releasing a muffled scream as she bites down into my shoulder, her body jerking and shuddering. I keep up the fingering and the pressure on her clit until she’s whimpering, her body weak from coming so hard. Her knees shake, and I’m practically holding her up as I kiss her lips.

  I carry on kissing her until she recovers enough to stand on her own. Then, I pick up the gel and pour some into my hands. Gently, I soap her all over.

  18

  Heather

  I’m back in bed after our shower time. I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t stay in this bed by myself while he was in there showering. I had to go in there with him.

  What was so fucking sexy is that he was masturbating when I slipped into the shower with him. I wonder if he was thinking about me with that big hard cock of his. I couldn’t wait to put it into my mouth.

  After our second sexcapade, Alex and I could have gotten dressed, but we didn’t. Instead, we had run out of the shower and hopped back into bed, not caring how wet the sheets got. We had kissed some more and then, we had fallen back to sleep. But now I’m awake and alone and Alex isn’t here. I don’t see him, but the most delicious smell is coming from the kitchen. How can a man who’s so nice to me be a crook all at the same time?

  I leave the bed and go to the bathroom to grab a towel off the rack to cover my naked body. I suppose I could walk into the kitchen in my birthday suit, but I’d rather cover myself, even though he’s seen all of me. I’ve slept with a guy I barely know, not that I’m complaining.

  Alex has set the kitchen table with two place settings. Now he’s standing over the stove in just his jockey shorts. His muscular arm works a spatula in a frying pan. Is there anything hotter than this guy right now?

  He looks at me, happy to see me. “Hey, good morning,” he says.

  I smile. “Good morning. Or, is it afternoon?”

  Alex looks at his phone. “It’s 11:50. So it’s still morning. You hungry?”

  “Yeah, I’m starved! Let me go throw some clothes on first.”

  “Why?”

  I laugh. “Okay . . . I won’t.” I sit. Alex comes toward me carrying a plate with an omelet on it. “You made that for me?” He’s even garnished it with some parsley.

  “Yep, now do you want some coffee or juice?”

  “Coffee would be great. Do you always cook like this?”

  “Well, my mom taught me how to cook. It seems to come in handy with the ladies.” He winks at me.

  I laugh. “Oh, okay. Well it’s working on me, that’s for sure.”

  Alex laughs back as he hands me my coffee. “There’s cream and sugar right there on the table. Now, I’m gonna make myself one unless you’d like something else.”

  I scan his handsome frame. Standing there in those jockey shorts, with his fit body and gorgeous face, he could be an underwear model. “Oh, I can think of some things I’d like.” This time I wink.

  Alex looks at me with a wide smile. “I’ve got plans for you after breakfast girl, that’s for sure.”

  I bite into my food, blushing and suddenly too shy to look at him anymore. Of course, the omelet tastes fantastic, too. Where am I? What in the
world is going on with my life?

  19

  Alex

  It’s Thursday, and Heather and I have been here since Monday. There’s not a lot to do out here other than have sex, and we’ve been fucking a lot. When I told her she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, I wasn’t bullshitting. And I love the way she tastes, all of her, every bit of her.

  She woke up this morning with a smile on her face, but now all she’s doing is sitting in the living room chair, staring out of the window at the trees.

  Sex is an escape from all this, but it doesn’t change the fact that we’re in trouble, and it doesn’t change the fact that I need to figure out how we can get out of this.

  I walk up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  She looks at me. “No, I’m not, obviously. I want you to tell me who those guys are that you’re mixed up with. I want the whole story.”

  I’m not going to tell her the whole story. I’ll tell her enough to satisfy her. If I don’t, she’ll never let it go. “Okay, I’ll tell you. I’m getting a beer. You want a beer?”

  “Yes, a beer would be nice.”

  After I get our beers, I take a seat. Heather has turned away from the window to stare me dead in the face. “Okay, when I was 16, I joined the Kocan Brotherhood. Southside, mostly Polish.”

  “You mean like a gang?”

  “Yeah, it’s a gang. We jack cars and shit.”

  “You told me you’re 26-years-old. So you’ve been with that gang for, like, 10 years?”

  “Yeah.” I get up and walk to the window. “I finished high school, but I never went to college. I knew I could make a shit load of money with the Kocans, Heather, and I did. But the Kocans are going down and I want out.”