Hold on Tight

Hold on Tight

He slid tanned, work-roughened fingertips up her silky smooth skin, edging high on her thigh, her long coltish legs splayed unladylike in the cramped quarters, and dipping just under the unraveling hem of her little blue-jean skirt. Grinned boyishly, white teeth flashing in the dim interior of the beaten up truck's cab as she stiffened, giving him an arch look.

Ran the pad of his finger down to her soft inner thigh, dragging it higher to brush over thin, damp cotton, her heat searing his skin before she squealed and punched the heel of one slender hand against his muscled shoulder.

"Lindsey!" she scolded, unable to hold in the giggle of laughter, her dark eyes dancing in the twilight, cheeks flushed and mouth swollen from his kisses. Body shivering from the slight touch, feeling her pulse jump in her neck.

"Winifred!" he mocked back, husky voice canting mirror to her protest as she grimaced at the name, his head dropping back against the seat with a groan. Resigning himself to yet another night with nothing to soothe the fire in his blood but the rough palm of his hand.

Same as every night since he'd started taking her out this past month. And quite a few mornings, too, waking from hot dreams of her long, tanned, bare legs and huge, dark eyes.

He'd been warned, by just about all his friends, that this was just one of the perils of dating a good girl but he kinda liked the chase, the game. Being with a girl not afraid to put her foot down, testing his limits and finding out just how far he could go before her eyes lit up like fire and she took a chunk outa his hide.

'Sides, his Fred wasn't as much of a good girl as she let on.

Oh, she was prim and proper, pure as the rest, but he'd never had his hands on anyone who blazed under his touch as much as this one. She burned for it, driving him crazy with the waiting until he couldn't tell which way was up.

"Ain't your mama taught you it ain't nice to tease the boys," he moaned out, making her snicker at his pitiful tone.

"I don't think you wanna know what my mama says about boys like you," she murmured, sinfully soft lips twitching up into a secret smile, at odds with the shy veiling of her eyes through her lashes before she glanced up at him again, sliding closer.

He snorted, lips twitching as he shook his head. “Your mama loves me and you know..ah damn darlin’,” moaned out, voice hitching as her slender hand slid hesitantly up his inner thigh. Unable to stop his hips from rocking upwards once, jeans tightening even more across his straining zipper.

She peeked up at him again, cheeks slightly flushed at her boldness as she licked over her lips and gave him a look.

“Can we stop talkin’ bout my mama?” Slid her hand a little higher, nails scraping over the denim and making his breath hiss out between his teeth. “Makes this a little strange feelin’,” she grinned and his head nodded, agreeing to anything, every inch of him focused on those fingers so close to where he wanted them.

She shifted closer, the old seats creaking, and he could feel her trembling against his side. Wanted to reassure her, tell her she didn’t need to, but then her hand skimmed up higher and his entire body went still as the breath paused in his chest. Everything straining forward, needing so fucking bad he thought he’d explode before she even touched him.

His hips jerked up against her palm at that first glancing brush over his trapped dick, moan caught in his chest as he stared down at her hand in his lap. Heel of her hand pressed into him and he whimpered, much as he tried to fight it back, the hesitant, inexperienced movements driving him out of his mind.

He hissed, breath shallow as he tried to breathe through it, voice husky as he groaned out warningly, “Shit, darlin’, you’re gonna make me cream my pants.” Felt her arm against his belly tremble, saw the glow of her pink cheeks as she flushed at his crudity, his lips parting to apologize.

Until she slid in closer, breath coming in soft little pants against his neck. Felt the flutter of her long lashes against his ear, then a ghost of a whisper. “What if I want that, Linds? Want you so out of control?”

His entire body shuddered at that, those soft, shy but so damn tempting words paired with the rocking motion of her small hand over the rock-hard bulge pressing against the fly of his jeans. “Oh damn, Fred. You’re killin’ me, babe.”

She trembled against his side and her hand fumbled a bit, clearly unsure of what she was doing, breath still coming out unsteady against the flushed skin of his neck. With a soft groan, he gently gripped her wrist, not wanting to stop the touches but wanting to make it good for her, too.

Still unable to believe she was touching him at all.

“Slide over a little, darlin’, let me over there and you hop up on my lap,” he coaxed, hands lightly gripping her hips, almost spanning her fragile waist, to slide under her to the passenger side, sprawling low in the seat to give her long coltish legs room on either side of his hips. Carefully adjusted her on his lap, smiling tenderly at the shy ducking of her head, the quick passes over her lips with the tip of her tongue.

He soothed down her hot, bare thighs with his broad, rough palms, stroking up and down the silken skin until she stopped trying to hide behind her hair, stiff as a board over him. Felt her muscles relax, melt down against him and bit back the groan that almost escaped his throat as her hips aligned with his.

His palms gently hooked behind her knees to pull back towards the seat, spreading her thighs slightly and tugging until his aching cock was nestled into the softness high between her legs. She jerked and gasped but didn’t move away and he slid his palms back up and down her outer thighs.

“Shh.. not gonna do anything you don’t want, sweetheart. Just gonna stay like this. That okay, darlin’?” he crooned out, swallowing past the dry roughness of his throat, skin feeling like it was on fire.

Fred nodded, a quick little jerk of her head, and he smiled, his hands sliding up into her hair to brush it back, cradling her face tenderly as he brought her mouth down to his. Sucked gently over her trembling lips, catching each little gasp of breath against his own, calming her slightly.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, voice slightly awed as he let the tip of his tongue tease at the seam of her lips, tucking just under the top one to stroke over the sensitive flesh. She whimpered and he closed his eyes tight to the soft kitten sound.

Fuck, she was gonna be the death of him.

One tanned, calloused hand slid back to gently cup the back of her skull, twisting his fingers through the silken fall of her hair as the other slid down her slender back, down to where her thin pink tank top rode up, stroking his fingertips over the soft, warm strip of skin. Let them drift up underneath as she gasped against his mouth.

“Lindsey..” she started, voice wavering slightly, and he let his fingers pause there, stroking as he kissed her slow and hot, tongue sliding past her lips to brush slick over the damp velvet softness of her own. Causing twin tremors to slide through both of their bodies.

“Let me, baby, you know I’ll make it good for you,” he cajoled huskily, voice laden with promise and heavy with the raw need to touch her, taste her soft skin.

She only hesitated a moment longer, more from nerves than fear, because this, they’d done before. Only once, but she could still remember the flickers of flame licking at her from the tug of his lips on her nipples, squirming in remembrance. Drawing out a moan from the gorgeous boy underneath her and flushing her cheeks again as she realized she was rubbing against him, feeling the hard ridge of him under her.

Before she could chicken out, she let her fingers slide down to the hem of her shirt, catching it and tugging it up and over her head in one smooth movement, the sudden rush of cool air on over-heated skin making her shiver and gasp. Bit into her bottom lip and let her hair fall back into her face as her body flushed hot and cold at her boldness.

“Jesus,” he moaned, staring from her shy eyes to the soft swells of her small breasts curving over the white satin.

Shifted her in his lap so she was sitting up straight, ducking his head down to skim flushed, soft lips down the long line of her tanned throat. Slight stubble on his chin rasping over her soft skin as he mouthed his way down over her sharp collarbones, down to the upper curves of her soft breasts.

She shivered and gasped, head falling back slightly as his tongue traced hot and slick around the top edge of the silky fabric, dipping underneath it to lave over her skin. Moaned and let her slender hands grip at his hard, muscled shoulders.

His hot mouth trailed down further, fastening onto the hard, pebbled flesh under the thin material, teeth catching the small nub gently as his tongue flicked over it. Moistening the satin, dragging it over and over her sensitive nipple with gentle rubs of his tongue.

“Lindsey,” she whimpered out softly, sharp little nails digging into his shoulders through his old and frayed soft cotton t-shirt and he moaned against her skin, lips sucking hard and rough over her through the thin, damp fabric.

Her hips bucked against his and they both shuddered, his big, rough hands sliding down from her waist to carefully tug up her short denim skirt, settling it up around her waist. She stiffened but he didn’t try anything else, just roved his palms up and down her thighs.

His mouth slid hot and hungry over to her other hard little nipple, fastening around it firmly as teeth and tongue played over the trapped flesh, making her whimper in time with the pulls of his lips. He waited until she was rocking against him again, instinctively searching for friction, before settling his palms over the curves of her ass.

Felt his hands shake slightly at the feel of her hot, soft skin through the thin pink cotton of her panties, stroking and massaging soothingly as she started. Lifted his mouth from her chest to press kisses over the soft swells above the fabric, purring out huskily, “Shh, just gonna help you move a little, darlin’, just let yourself go. Give in to it, don’t worry ‘bout a thing, baby, I’ve got you.”

His hands pulled her in ever further, slowly, his hips shifting around and carefully arching upwards, pressing soft kisses along her chest, up the curve of her neck, as he read her body’s reactions to different angles. Searching..

A choked cry came from her throat, body jerking against his own, and he smiled against her neck, teeth scraping gently as he rasped out, “There? Shh, shh, I’ve got you, gonna make it all better, baby.” Cupped her ass and shifted, pressing her harder into him as he kept that angle, hard ridge of his cock grinding up against her softness.

It felt like her entire body was going up in flames, strangling to breathe as the throbbing pulse between her thighs reverberated through her. Every tilt up of his hips, those hard palms pressing her down and in, rubbed her over him, sparks going off behind her tightly closed eyes as she whimpered and moaned. Caught her bottom lip between her teeth, ducking her head self-consciously, but he was having none of that.

“Oh, no you don’t. Come on, darlin’, let me hear those pretty little sounds,” he growled soft into her skin, mouthing and biting gently back down to her soft breasts. Nipping, catching the thin material in his teeth and tugging down until the rosy little nipple slid out. He caught it between flushed lips, sucking hungrily at the peaked flesh as she jerked and made a soft, sobbing keen above him.

Lashed over the hard nub with his tongue, teeth pulling, lips sucking, working her hard as his fingers gripped tighter into the lush curve of her round little ass. Rocked her against him, every grinding motion, every lost little cry above him making him throb harder against the tight fly of his jeans.

Fred gasped over and over, trying to catch her breath past the cries that echoed in the truck’s cab, windows slowly fogging up at the combination of their heated skin and hot, panting breaths. His mouth on her bare skin scalded, every hot, wet pulse of his lips, tongue making her shake and dig her nails harder into his shoulders.

The burning pulse between her thighs overwhelmed her, hips bucking almost frantic against the hard, throbbing length of Lindsey under his jeans, the roughness against her bare inner thighs making them burn. Hot and cold shocks of pleasure jerked through her, feeling herself get hotter, wetter, the cotton covering her damp and slick as she ground against the coarse, threadbare denim pressing insistently against her, offering her little to no protection. Each jerk and rub sending off more sparks, her hands shaking with it, body flushing with heated blood.

Every cry, jerk, made his jeans tighter, dick harder, the hard rubbing pressure over his aching flesh making his jeans damp, sticky, both inside and out. He could feel the scalding heat of her through his jeans, her thin panties, could smell the hot, musky scent of their arousal in the muggy confines of the truck and it made his head spin, mouth finally pulling free of her hot, hard little nipple, leaving it red and swollen as he mouthed heatedly over to the other, chin then teeth tugging down the thin satin.

Caught the rose-brown nub in his mouth, tongue twirling hot around it before he started sucking and nipping in time to the grinding motions of their hips, his blood pounding in his ears as he worried at the sensitive flesh, tormenting it until she sobbed and slid one small hand up into his long hair, wrapping the thick strands around her fingers and holding on.

As her body grew restless, desperate against his, rocking motions becoming jerky and stuttered, he slid his mouth up her smooth skin, teeth nipping at her neck, stubble scraping and rasping as he mouthed hot up to her small ear, teeth catching the soft lobe hard between his teeth. Hands guiding her into a hard, fast, relentless dragging motion, rubbing her hard up and down his throbbing dick through the rough denim, he pushed her higher, harder, not letting go or easing up.

She cried out over and over, voice husky and catching, hiccupping on the rough, escalating sounds as both her hands drove into his hair to yank and fist desperately, the tension building and building until every muscle in her arms and legs went tight, drawn, shaking. It burned and she couldn’t breathe but he didn’t let up, grinding her swollen, hot flesh against his until her head fell back, eyes clenching shut.

He felt her thighs grip his frantically, felt the sobs of startled pleasure catch in her chest as her body went tight, and he growled, breath hot against her ear. “Come on baby, come on, got you, darlin’, right here, my beautiful girl, come on, baby,” his voice hitching with his own tightening body, need pressing in him until he could feel his eyes blurring with it.

The hard jerks of her slim body, the frantic fisting of his hair as she tried to climb away from the start of her orgasm, sent him over the edge and it was all he could do to jerk her hips back down and grind up into her, keeping the pressure rubbing right where she needed it as she keened and sobbed his name over and over, hearing the desperate sound over the roaring in his ears as his dick jerked and pulsed hot and wet in his jeans, his body shaking with the intensity as he rocked her against him.

Her world spinning, body throbbing, she sank down against his chest, burying her face into the sweaty curve of his neck. Gasping for air, her chest heaving against Lindsey’s, she shook and clung, his warm, calloused hands stroking firm up and down her bare, trembling spine.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her ear, his voice sounding as completely trashed as her own throat felt, “Jesus Christ.” He shuddered under her and she pressed into him, instinctively trying to soothe him. His body shivered again and then he groaned soft, lips hot as they nuzzled against the curve of her ear. “So damned amazing, pretty girl. Gonna end up killin’ me, darlin’.”

She laughed shakily, burning face still snug in the side of his neck as the sensations shivered through her body, thighs and arms tight around him, skirt hiked above her waist, bare breasts pressing into his shirt. Secure in the feel of the hard muscles against her chest, his strong arms wrapped around her back, holding her.

Knew she’d go home tonight and record every moment in her journal, tuck it back under her pillow and stare out her bedroom window towards his room, waiting for his light to flicker off before she could crawl into bed with a wide smile. Knew she should get home before her mama grounded her for days for being out so late, but she didn’t want to move.

Her eyes slid open and through the foggy window, she watched the dark night settle over the flat harsh land and pressed just a little closer, feeling his racing pulse against her cheek. His palms soothing down her chilling skin, smoothing out the shaking aftershocks with murmured nonsense against the top of her head.

Holding onto her dreams of a family, a life there with him, tanned and barefoot as she greeted him at the door with a kiss and their baby on her hip, even as she knew he was looking out the same window and seeing a dream far different than her own. A way to climb out of this place, make something of himself, start fresh somewhere else like that big college she’d caught him applying for.

Curling her slender fingers through his hair as if to bind him to her, she savored every lingering moment, pressing just a little closer, tighter. Vowing to hold onto him tightly until the moment came that she knew she had to let him go.