Long Drive

by Jessica Florence

“Maybe asking you to talk more was a bad decision on my part,” I mumbled. It was almost impossible to resist him when he turned his sexy voice towards me. I should have realized that he would probably use it as a weapon once he found out how it turned me on. Still, I wasn’t completely under his spell yet.

  “I think you need my voice between your legs. Don’t you, sunshine?” His hand lightly caressed my back, moving over my ass.

  “Meh.” I was fighting him, and it was kind of fun, even though we both knew it was all a front.

  “I bet you’re wet for me right now. I could part those creamy legs and feel how soaked you are.” His fingers moved down towards the junction of my legs. I knew he could immediately tell his words were true. I had gone from frustrated and embarrassed to turned on in seconds.

  I groaned when he pulled back his fingers from where I was craving him. His hands gripped my waist and spun me around to face him.

  “Need your lips.” My face softened, and when his mouth touched mine I truly caved. Hell if I was really going to turn him away right now. I knew our time was limited, so I was going to get as much as I could from him. Live in the moment.

  His kiss consumed my mind, making me think of nothing but his lips on mine. Without warning, his fingers on my waist tightened, and he lifted me up, tossing me on the top bunk. I yelped in surprise, but then I saw that my sex was right in front of his face. Even though I was squished up against the back of the truck this way, I was not moving. This was exactly what I wanted.

  “Best sight in all the U.S.,” he muttered, and his hands started moving up my legs, parting them, so he could situate himself between them. My bottom lip stung from how hard I was biting it. His eyes were zoned, and as his head lowered to an inch away from me, I wanted to cry out from the tease. I was hoping he was going to just dive in and go to town on me. He’d done it in the cabin, and needless to say, he was amazing. His wicked tongue made me feel addicted to the action with every flick. I had definitely been missing out.

  “Say it,” he murmured against my clit, and the vibrations from the words made my toes curl. His hands guided my legs over his shoulders for support, and I felt like he was just about to give me what I wanted.

  “Please.” I flexed my hips towards his mouth, trying to get friction, but he pulled back slightly.

  “Not what I’m looking for, babe.” He came closer and rubbed his nose against me. This time my whole body shuddered in anticipation. Besides begging, the only thing he had wanted from me was to say his name.

  “Killian.”

  BINGO.

  His teeth nipped at my clit, and then his fingers were pushing my panties to the side. When his lips met my sex with a hot kiss, I wanted to collapse under the feeling of pleasure that shot through me. Lick after lick, sucking on my clit, teeth scraping my sensitive flesh, it was driving me insane.

  “Could stay here forever, sunshine.” A finger joined his lips, and I swore if my legs hadn’t been draped over his shoulders, I would have flown off the bunk. In and out his finger moved inside me, then he added another.

  “Oh, right there,” I moaned, needing him to keep doing what he was doing right there. I was so close; I was greedy and I needed it.

  “Please, Killian.” He was going slowly, and I was on the edge of an explosion.

  His fingers left me to wrap around my legs and pull me off the bunk.

  “Hold onto the bed.” I did as he said. My shoulders and arms were propped up for stability. I was about to whine for him to finish what he started, when the sound of his zipper going down echoed in the cab. I bit my lip as I felt the head of him against my entrance. Whimpers expressed my need for him, and then he was there, entering me slowly, and it was glorious.

  “Never felt this good. Your pussy sucks me in like it can’t get enough.” I nodded; my pussy and my mind were on the same page. Both of us couldn’t get enough of the man thrusting between my legs. So much had changed in the last twenty-four hours, and I didn’t know how I was ever going to move on from it.

  “I need it.” His lips touched my chest, and smothered my skin with hot kisses in search of my lips. Once they met, it was like a light to our fire. His pumps moved quicker, my fingers gripping the bunk for dear life. I was right there.

  “Come on my cock, Livia. I want to feel you let go again on me.” That voice. A gift to the world and a curse upon my libido, making me covet every word.

  “Fuck,” I cursed, feeling my whole body tense, ready to detonate. When his teeth nipped at my bottom lip and his fingernails dug into my ass, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I came so hard my arms dropped, and he held me up as the pleasure overtook my body.

  “That’s right; my girl’s coming on my cock. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” I cried out, hearing him say that. All of it. He groaned into my mouth as he came inside me.

  His whole body shivered, and his kiss became one of adoration. I savored the feeling of him adoring me with his lips. Even the taste of my arousal on his lips didn’t stop me from enjoying this moment.

  “Wow,” I said. Who would have though truck cabs could be so versatile for sex?

  “Yeah, sunshine.” He pulled back and looked at me. That same serious stare he’d given me a few times. I wish I knew what he was thinking right now, with those stormy eyes directed at mine. So I asked him.

  “What are you thinking?”

  He didn’t answer but lifted me gently off his cock.

  I wanted to push him further, but didn’t know if I should. Technically, we hadn’t talked about us at all. We’d just been fucking around, but I knew I was changing, and my feelings for him were growing. I was relying on him, and not just for pleasure and the chauffeuring. I was coming to rely on his words, his smiles. He made me feel safe, and as if I could do anything I wanted. He made me feel like I could fly. He grabbed one of the wipes from my pack and cleaned himself up, handing me one as well. I could feel his cum sliding down my leg, so I was quick to clean that up. We tossed our wipes in the trash and I grabbed a shirt and sweatpants to put on, feeling slightly exposed. He’d opened up to me some, but it felt like he was still holding himself back. We returned to our seats, and I was feeling awkward, so I pulled out my sketch book, pouring all my thoughts into my drawing of his hand on the wheel.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Killian

  I was such a dick. She asked me what I was thinking, and I said nothing. Nothing. I had been so caught up in everything that was her, that I missed an opportunity for something important to be said, and now that time had passed. The whole cab felt weird, and I know it’s because I didn’t answer her. This whole thing was becoming more complicated with every passing hour. She was perfect, and was quickly becoming someone I wanted in my life forever. I wanted her to be my girl. Mine completely. Fuck, did I want that. But she wasn’t even totally her own person, yet. She was just figuring all that out now. The weight of her brother’s death, her asshat ex, and his friend’s assault... Livia hadn’t gotten a chance to do her in what seems like a long time. I couldn’t expect her to try to make a life with me when she didn’t even know what her life was.

  She was still trying to figure it out.

  So I stayed quiet, and ruined the moment. I could see her retreating back into herself slightly, and I hated that I did that.

  We drove for a while longer, until it was time to fuel up and eat something. She jumped out of the cab and ran inside the store without me.

  I was messing this up, and it hadn’t even gotten a true start. My mind was a mess, so when my phone rang from my bunk, I was startled, but grabbed it anyway.

  “Killian.”

  “Hey, how’re my little love birds doing? You guys finally give in to your carnal urges? You married yet?” Joel was firing off questions in my ear.

  “I’m fucking up already,” I admitted to him. He was better at this shit than I was. Hell, I hadn’t been with someone for more than a few hours in years, let alone try to be with them long-term. My back was feeling
tight, so I reached up and stretched while waiting for him to ask me what I meant. He did, and I told him what was going on.

  “Tough spot to be in. You want her, but don’t want to hold her back from figuring out her life. On the other hand, you’re probably fucking with her head with the silent treatment.” My fingers ran through my hair in exasperation.

  “Yep.”

  “Well, I say let it all go for the rest of the month, and when the drive ends, let her go. She’ll have figured it out by then—what she wants—and if not, then she’ll figure it out when you aren’t screwing her mindless.”

  “I don’t wanna let her go.” It was hard to voice those words out loud. Lucas’s words came back to me, and I knew he was right.

  “Not your choice, man. I’m glad she makes you happy, and I’ve been hoping someone would turn on the light in your life. But you’re going to have to let her go. One way or another, she needs that. You can see the lost girl in her eyes still; she has to find herself completely before she can give herself over to you as equals.” His words sank in deep. He was right. I knew where I stood in life. I was content with that, but she didn’t.

  “You’re right,” I sullenly agreed.

  “Sucks,” he commented and I said it right back. Because it did suck.

  “Enjoy the weeks, give her you, give it your all, and keep those memories close. Then let her go home.” The thought of letting her go still felt like someone was squeezing the life out of me, taking away my oxygen. I’d survive the pain in the end. I’d been doing it all along before her.

  “Right.” I was just about to get off the phone when an idea hit me.

  “Hey, you wanna hook me up with some tickets?” I could practically see the shock on his face through the phone.

  “Uh, whatcha need?”

  “Broadway. In two days. She’s never been; I wanna take her.” I could see her small figure leaving the store and heading my way.

  “Just text me when; I gotta go.” I hung up on him before he could say anything else. Tossing my phone on the seat, I jumped out of the truck and went about getting some fuel in the tank. I heard her door open and close, and sighed out my relief of not being in the truck right now. I still needed to come up with an explanation of my silence earlier. Make us right, so we could enjoy the rest of our time before she would be gone.

  After going in to the stop to take a piss, I climbed into the truck, and saw my phone’s little notification light blink.

  “Your phone beeped.” Livia confirmed what I saw. I looked at the text from Joel. He did it. I might have a chance of turning this whole thing around.

  Once I was situated, I looked over my mileage logs to check that everything was up to date, and then got us back on the highway.

  “Do you have a Facebook profile?” I spared her a little glance, her face was void of the awkwardness she had before. Maybe she had moved on from our little moment?

  “Did for a while, but let it go. Too much work.” The only person I talked to was Joel. Didn’t need Facebook for that.

  “I have one, but I haven’t been on in a while. I got so tired of everyone telling me they were sorry about Julian. They didn’t really care. Over half of my friends list weren’t really friends. Ya know?” She paused to think, but kept going on about Facebook.

  “It was like I was addicted to being on there, too. Talking to people, craving the connection, even if they didn’t really care about me.” She sighed and looked at her hands.

  “Probably sounds stupid.”

  “Not stupid. You’re a people person. It’s hard nowadays to get to know people without social media. I know truckers who wouldn’t be able to survive the long hauls without it.” She looked up at me and smiled.

  “You shouldn’t devote your energy to people who don’t want to truly be in your life, though. You’ve got too much to give, and they aren’t worthy of it.” It was the truth. Whoever she was trying to be friends with, just for the connection, didn’t deserve it if they weren’t giving her back the same enthusiasm.

  “Makes sense. The old, ‘don’t chase them; if they want to be part of your life then they will be’ story. I didn’t see it then, but now I do.” Her smile was genuine and happy. Things were okay for now between us. I knew I could make them better, so while she went back to her drawing and chewing on gummy worms, I went into planning mode, thinking of how I could make the remainder of her time with me unforgettable.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Livia

  “Fuck, your mouth.” Killian was lying back on the bunk, completely spent after being on the receiving side of a spectacular blow job, if I do say so myself.

  He pulled me up for a kiss, and then settled me against his body, pulling the thick blanket up to cover our naked bodies.

  “I couldn’t help it; your dick is just so much fun to play with.” He groaned and tightened his hold around me. I giggled, thinking of how I had wiped him out with just my mouth. I felt like the goddess of blow jobs right now.

  “You can play with my dick anytime, sunshine.” I snuggled close when he called me sunshine. I really liked that nickname. A lot.

  “What were you like as a kid?” We had sort of taken a little break from our twenty-one questions thing, which I was all right with. But I wanted to know everything about him, so I was bringing it back out of the woodwork. Thankfully he was willing to talk to me now about almost anything.

  “Adventurous, trouble maker, a total babe, if I remember right.” He chuckled while listing off his childhood qualities. I shook my head at him but really was enjoying the easy conversation.

  “You?”

  “Oh, you know, nerdy, quiet.” He scoffed at that, and I may have giggled, trying to pass off that lie.

  “Okay. I was loud, crazy, always into something. Kind of a tomboy.” I wasn’t really ever a girl’s girl. I had more guy friends until Lane didn’t like it and made me stop hanging out with them.

  “I can see that. Little hellion.” I wondered when that all changed, and I became this do-as-you’re-told, never-leave-your-state type of girl.

  My fingers played with the tattoos on his arm, distracting me from my thoughts before they went completely negative.

  “Do your tattoos mean anything?” I’d wanted to know that for a while.

  “Not really. Just wasn’t in a good place after the military, wanted the pain it gave. Just let the artist use me as a canvas.” His voice was a little lower, you could hear from his tone that he was remembering the pain, and not the pain from the needle.

  “If you ever wanna talk about it, I’ll listen.” I kissed his pec and rested my cheek against his warm skin. He didn’t say anything out loud, but his answer was to kiss my head, which was enough for me.

  “We should probably get some sleep.” I yawned. It had been a tiring day. Riding in the truck, falling in the snow, then our fuck session in this very cab. Add in the weird tension and now the actions of giving a blow job, I was pretty knackered.

  “Yeah. One more day, then we grab cars at the show and deliver them to the dealer in New York. We can play in the city for a day before heading to Boston.” He gave me a little more insight into our journey, and I couldn’t have been more excited. All this traveling was fantastic, even just for a day here and a day there. I was utterly jovial about it, and it was a plus that I knew that Julian would have been proud of me, too, for getting out and doing what he used to do, exploring what the world had to offer.

  “Sweet.” I yawned again and closed my eyes. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep, and when I did, I dreamed of the man holding me close.

  **

  I woke up alone, shivering from the lack of his warm body surrounding me.

  “Had to check on the truck early; it was making a sound I didn’t like. All’s good now.” Killian climbed up into the cab and pulled back a curtain that he had used to separate the front seats and the bunk for privacy last night. Thank goodness for that. My eyes adjusted and took him in. He was really too
hot for his own good. That whole broody look, with jeans and a thick thermal shirt, those eyes that looked into your soul and that blond hair that always tried to cover those beautiful eyes.

  “Enjoying the view?” He smirked, knowing I was checking him out for the umpteenth time.

  “Yeah, move out of the way so I can look at it again,” I teased. Even though the view of snowy Fargo, North Dakota was nice, it had nothing on him. It was a cute little town though. Quiet.

  “Sassy.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I hummed my delight at his morning greeting; I could totally live with this every day.

  “I brought us breakfast from the diner we ate at last night. Don’t have time to sit and eat it there,” he said with a grimace. I reached out to touch his face, to smooth away the stress lines he had created.

  “It’s all good. I don’t need lots of time to eat breakfast; I’d rather get back on the road with you anyway.” It was a true statement. I really did enjoy being on the road with him; I found peace in it.

  “Just let me get dressed and pee, and we can head out.” I kissed his cheek and gave him a sweet smile. His eyes dropped to my lips and he growled.

  “Want to bury my dick inside you so hard when you give me sweet.” His body was closing in, and I knew once it connected with mine, the day would be game over. We needed to get a move on; I couldn’t be the reason he didn’t make it to Detroit on time. He had a job to do.

  “Later. We gotta get going.” I held my hands out to stop his descent on me. He huffed his disappointment but pulled back, looking at me with longing in his eyes. I knew the feeling.

  “Do your thing,” he commanded and went up to the front seat to drink from his steaming cup.

  “Did you get me coffee, by chance?” I inquired while sitting up to stretch.

  “Yep.” His voice was strained, and my eyes flew to his face to see what was wrong. His eyes were on my bare chest. I rolled my eyes. He was incorrigible. Which turned out to be a good thing, because I really enjoying having sex with him.