Trucker (The Good Guys #1)

by Jamie Schlosser

  After arranging the curtain to make sure no one could see anything behind it, I settled back over her.

  Since I knew it was a real possibility I wasn’t going to last very long, I decided to take care of Angel first.

  I lowered myself until my face hovered right above her pussy. I nuzzled my nose over her mound while my hands came up to lightly pinch her hard nipples. Her sweet taste hit my tongue as I licked over her clit in circles.

  “God, Travis,” she panted. “How do you do this to me every single time?”

  It was a rhetorical question and I answered it by sucking her clit into my mouth. She whimpered and her hands went up to grip the pillow underneath her head. My hand trailed down her stomach to the warm, wet place between her thighs. I pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards, massaging her silky inner walls.

  I hoped it would stretch her out a little, make it easier for her to take me in. I’d measured my dick before—every guy does it—and I knew I was well above average in size. I hated knowing it was going to cause her pain this first time.

  That thought almost had me asking her again if she was really sure she wanted to do this.

  But my tongue was occupied.

  Her clit was still in my mouth and my fingers were still inside her when her inner muscles started to spasm and clench. Her legs shook as she arched her back and let out a long, drawn-out moan.

  I slipped my fingers out of her and made my way back up her body to kiss her. The song on the radio switched over to Zach Brown Band’s ‘Got Whatever It Is’.

  Angel licked her way into my mouth, tasting herself on me, and my cock throbbed painfully against her lower stomach between us. She spread her thighs and impatiently lifted her hips until my head was perfectly lined up at her entrance.

  She was so wet that the tip slipped in a little, probably just an inch or so. My mouth fell open but no sound came out. I wasn’t even close to being all the way inside her and it already felt so good. So warm. Wet. Tight.

  So fucking good.

  “It’s not fair,” I groaned into her neck.

  “What’s not fair?” she asked, breathlessly, and I drew back to look into her eyes.

  “It already feels so good for me. And it’s going to hurt you,” I said, my voice filled with regret.

  She placed her hand on the side of my face. “Probably just for a second. I want this so bad.”

  “I’ll go slow, okay?”

  She nodded and I gently kissed her lips. Trembling with the effort it took to keep myself from thrusting all the way home, I slowly worked myself into her tightness, retreating then pushing back in a little further each time. Our lips were still touching, but we weren’t kissing anymore—just panting into each other’s mouths.

  A whimper escaped Angel’s mouth once I was finally seated deep inside her. I was as far as I could go, our hip bones pressing together.

  Holy fuck.

  I’d imagined what sex would feel like thousands of times. No fantasy or wet dream ever lived up to this. Any brief concerns I may have had about not being able to get my cock inside her vanished.

  It was a perfect fit.

  “Fuck,” I said against her lips. “It’s like you were made for me. Baby, are you okay?”

  Angel nodded sharply. “Just kiss me.”

  She didn’t need to tell me twice. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth then stroked my tongue over hers. As though her words summoned the song, Ed Sheeran’s ‘Kiss Me’ played through the speakers on my phone.

  Snaking my hand between us, I used the pad of my thumb to massage her clit and I felt a new gush of her wetness coat my cock.

  Using the tempo of the song, I started pumping myself into her in long, slow strokes. Every time I went deep, Angel gasped into my mouth. Her hands were still gripping the pillow underneath her head, so I brought my hands up to hers to link our fingers.

  Being connected with Angel in this way was overwhelming—not just physically, but emotionally. We were as close as two people could get.

  The love I felt for her was so overpowering. In this moment, nothing else outside of my truck existed. No time limits, no goodbyes. Everything came down to this fragile girl pinned beneath me.

  She was everything.

  Fingers laced, eyes locked, I rocked into her over and over again.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

  She started to move her hips in time with mine and every time I pulled back, her walls clamped around me. It was like her pussy was squeezing me, trying to suck me back in.

  Angel kissed down my jawline, then latched onto the side of my neck. As she sucked on my skin, tingles shot down my spine and I could tell it was going to leave a mark.

  Good.

  My thrusts sped up and the friction of her slick, tight walls around my cock caused the familiar feeling to build. My balls drew up tight and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  “Do you want me to pull out?” I grunted, trying to hold off the inevitable.

  “No,” she moaned. “I want to feel it.”

  Her words pushed me over the edge. My grip tightened on her hands as every muscle in my body tensed up. With a powerful thrust, I buried myself deep and let go. Angel whimpered and I groaned into her mouth as my cock pulsed inside her.

  It seemed to go on forever. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to hold eye contact, but the feeling was too much. My eyes slammed shut as the last of my cum spilled into her.

  Resting my forehead against hers, we both tried to catch our breath.

  I let go of her hands and cupped her face while I lazily kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks.

  Feeling dampness on my lips, I pulled back to look at her. Tears ran down the side of Angel’s face into her hair, and I was surprised—shocked even—to notice wetness in my own eyelashes.

  Did I just fucking cry the first time I had sex?

  I thought about it for all of two seconds before deciding I didn’t give a damn. This was the best experience of my life. It was worth a few tears.

  “Baby, did I hurt you?” I wiped at her temples with my thumbs.

  She shook her head and gave me a watery smile. “I’m just so happy.”

  It took everything I had in that moment to hold back telling her how I really felt. That I loved her. Needed her. Wanted her to stay with me forever.

  “Me, too.” That’s what I said instead. Because I was a chicken shit.

  We kissed slowly, leisurely, while I absorbed the importance of what we just did. It was perfect. She was perfect.

  I was no longer a virgin and neither was she. From this moment forward—no matter what—we would always belong to each other in this way.

  I started to pull out of her, but she stopped me by wrapping her hands around my lower back.

  “Don’t go yet,” she begged.

  That was completely fine with me. I pushed back into her before I could slip out. “Angel, I would live inside you if I could.”

  She laughed and it caused her muscles to flutter around my softening dick. I went from being half-mast to rock-hard in two seconds flat. I took the opportunity to thrust into her again and it felt just as good as it did the first time.

  Her eyes went wide with shock. “Are you seriously hard again?”

  “Yup,” I smirked.

  ANGEL

  I couldn’t believe Travis was up for round two already.

  Literally up.

  I started to rotate my hips underneath him, seeking the release I was so close to getting. I felt hot and needy. I was just on the brink of orgasm, but I didn’t know how to get there.

  “What do you want, baby? I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered by my ear, and his stubble rubbed against my cheek as he spoke.

  “Just let me… I need…” I let out a grunt of frustration as I wiggled my body.

  As though he could sense what I needed, he settled his weight on me, increasing the pressure where we were joi
ned.

  “Go ahead. Do what you need to do,” Travis said as he rested his elbows on either side of my head, bracketing me in with his large frame.

  He stayed still while I moved my hips in a circular grinding motion underneath him and my eyes rolled back from the sensations it caused. His cock kept nudging some place deep inside me while my clit ground against his pelvic bone. I hooked my ankles around the back of his legs to get better leverage.

  Between my wetness and his cum, my core was extra slick, making it easy for me to feel every ridge, every slide of skin on skin, and with each movement my nipples rubbed against his chest.

  “Fuck,” Travis breathed out, clearly enjoying it as much as I was.

  Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and I couldn’t stop my body from shaking. My hands clenched and unclenched on his lower back as my hips bucked faster and faster.

  Heat spiraled through my body. I felt a tightness in my center winding up, ready to snap.

  An embarrassingly loud keening sound came from my throat as I exploded around him. I rode out the orgasm until the spasms subsided and my whimpers turned into a satisfied sigh.

  My arms fell limply to the mattress as I panted against Travis’s neck.

  He resumed slowly thrusting into me while sweetly kissing my lips.

  This wasn’t just sex or fucking. I’d never done either, but I knew enough to recognize the difference.

  This was something so much more than that.

  Between kisses, Travis whispered words of praise against my lips. “So perfect, baby.” Kiss. “So beautiful.” Kiss. “You’re mine.”

  One song changed to the next, but I didn’t hear the notes or the words. All five of my senses were homed in on Travis—his masculine smell mingling with our sweat, his green eyes burning into mine, the taste of his lips and his tongue, the sound of quiet gasps and raspy moans, the feeling of him moving over me, around me, and inside me.

  I wasn’t sure how long it went on like that before he found his release again.

  I only knew two things for sure.

  One, I was head-over-heels in love with Travis. And, two, he was right—I was completely his.

  TRAVIS

  Angel couldn’t snowboard for shit. That much was clear after she fell off the lift at the top, landing in a heap of tangled limbs in the snow.

  “Shit, are you okay?” I went over to help her up.

  “Yes,” she huffed as she rubbed her hip.

  “We seriously could’ve done the bunny slopes,” I offered, even though it was too late now.

  “I didn’t come all this way just to do that!” she said incredulously as she gestured toward the bottom of the mountain, where beginners—mostly kids—slid down the leveled slope at turtle-like speeds.

  I understood where she was coming from. But now, we were half-way up a mountain with only one way to get down.

  She looked so fucking cute all bundled up in my clothes. I’d brought extra sweat pants and hoodies because I knew it would be cold up here. And now I was thinking the extra padding was a good idea because I had a feeling she might be falling down a lot.

  Since it was so late in the year, I almost thought we wouldn’t be able to find a ski resort that was still open. I hadn’t taken that into consideration when I’d promised Angel we could go snowboarding. But a promise was a promise.

  I drove for two hours before I found this place. Luckily, we passed through a quaint mountain town during our search and some kind people were able to direct me to the slopes.

  More people hopped off the lift, much more gracefully than Angel, and we had to move out of the way.

  Angel slid three feet, then fell down again.

  “Okay,” I said, reaching down to help her back up. “I’ll just have to give you a crash course, pun intended.”

  “Ha. Ha. Very funny.” She rolled her eyes, then looked at me with determination. “Seriously, I can do this.”

  She awkwardly stood on the pink board I’d rented for her and adjusted her snow goggles, which looked way too big on her face.

  I proceeded to give her tips on how to keep her balance. “Hold your arms out and use your core strength.”

  “I think I might be lacking in the core strength area,” she grumped as she swayed to one side before catching herself.

  I laughed. She wasn’t even moving and she almost fell down.

  I tried to show her how to lean into a turn and how to effectively stop, but it was a fruitless effort. Maybe I just really sucked at instructing. Or maybe snowboarding just wasn’t Angel’s sport.

  Either way, I lost count of how many times her ass hit the snow. Fifty? Seventy-five? Some of the falls actually looked pretty bad, with her feet flying over her head, arms and legs tangling together. I was afraid she might’ve gotten hurt a couple times but she just laughed and brushed herself off. I couldn’t help feeling impressed when she got right back up, eager to try again.

  Once we got to the bottom, she seemed relieved but happy.

  “That was so much fun!” She bounced up and down.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? You really bit the dust there a few times.”

  She probably didn’t feel any pain right now because she was numb from the cold and high on adrenaline, but I had a feeling she was going to be in a world of hurt later.

  “Nope, I feel great,” she beamed.

  *

  Angel moaned as she sank down into the hot bath water, bubbles soaping up her bare skin. It was a bad time for me to get a hard-on.

  “I’ve never been this sore in my whole life. I feel like I got hit by a bus. Even the muscles in my fingers hurt.” She wiggled her fingers, then winced.

  “Snowboarding will do that to you,” I said, amused.

  “I don’t think you can call what I did snowboarding. I basically fell down a mountain for two hours.”

  “Nah, you did good for your first time.”

  She responded by making a grunting noise and sinking deeper into the water.

  Earlier, Angel didn’t even put up a fight when I mentioned getting a hotel room. All I had to do was tell her there would be a bathtub and a big, comfy bed and she was sold on the idea.

  Not even one word of protest came out of her mouth when I pulled up to the fancy hotel. I chose one of the best hotels in Denver. I was afraid she might argue with me on how expensive it was, but she just limped beside me as we walked into the ornate lobby.

  After I paid and got our room keys, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to our room. She’d laughed and told me I was just being dramatic, but she looped her arms around my neck and relaxed into me anyway.

  Now she was naked and I debated whether or not I should join her in the oversized tub. I knew she was probably in too much pain for sex—I didn’t even care about that. I just wanted to feel her against me.

  “Are you getting in or are you just going to stand there and watch?” she teased, peeking at me with one eye.

  I answered her by whipping my shirt over my head and unsnapping the button on my jeans. Her eyes flared with heat as they roamed over my body.

  “Don’t even think about it, baby,” I said as I stripped the rest of my clothes off. “You think your body hurts now? Tomorrow will be worse. You need to relax.”

  Sliding in behind her, I let Angel settle back against me as I massaged her aching muscles.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, which made my dick twitch against her back. “You’re like, the best. I mean, seriously the best boyfriend ever.”

  “Only for you. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever,” I admitted, continuing to rub her shoulders.

  The confession made me feel a little too exposed, which was funny, considering I was completely naked. But words like that made it feel like I was showing her my heart, which was scary as fuck.

  “Me too,” she sighed tiredly as she rubbed her hand up and down my thigh muscles.

  I grunted in satisfaction because I was sore, too. Angel wasn’t the only one
who took a beating today. My snowboarding skills were pretty rusty and I’d had a couple rough wipeouts myself.

  Angel ended up dozing off in the tub. I woke her to get out, but I could tell she was exhausted.

  It felt good to get to see another new side to her. Worn-out Angel was extremely agreeable. She let me dry her off, dress her, and she even let me brush out her hair.

  After slipping my favorite T-shirt over her head, I sat her down on the edge of the bed. Her body swayed while I ran the comb through her long golden strands. With uncoordinated fingers, she braided her still-wet hair and collapsed onto the middle of the mattress.

  Chuckling, I slipped on some gym shorts before climbing in next to her. As I gathered her close, I realized she was already asleep.

  “Angel?” I said quietly, and when there was no response, I felt safe to say what I really wanted to say. I knew she wouldn’t hear me. I just wanted to say the words out loud. Emotion clogged my throat as they came out in a whisper. “I love you.”

  ANGEL

  Travis was so right about my body feeling worse the next day. My muscles and joints felt stiff and achy. Any movement at all caused pain to travel through every part of my body. I was feeling muscles I didn’t even know I had.

  I couldn’t say I regretted it, though. I wasn’t sure I would be snowboarding again any time soon, but the experience was worth it. Just another amazing memory I had with Travis.

  We decided to drive straight through on the ride back to Tolson. Usually, Travis liked to break up the driving time on the road, but we were both ready to be back home.

  Home.

  It didn’t even feel weird to think of Travis’s place as home.

  Isn’t it funny how that could happen in such a short amount of time?

  But my time was running out. In just four short days, we would be leaving for the Sacramento delivery and when Travis returned, it would be without me.

  It was late when we finally fell into his big bed. We were both so exhausted that we barely muttered “goodnight” before sleep took over.

  *

  The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on the back of my neck.