evan peters preferences & imagines

broken car - kit walker

That's all you wanted, your car had just broke down a few miles away from a gas station, you had no contact in with your parents since they were out of town.  You leaned up against the side of your car and sighed.

"Need help there?" A fairly young boy asked. 

"My car broke down and I have no way of getting it moved."  I sigh and take a cigeratte out of my pocket and light it up, breathing it in.

The boy went up behind your car and began to push it slowly to the gas station.  You were fascinated of how strong he was to push that car by himself.  You followed behind him as he began to get his toolbox out.

He was pretty attractive to you but he was probably alot older then you were.  You sat down on the bench as you watched a stranger try to work on your car.   A few minutes went by and there was no luck.

"The motor is leaking oil and it's definitely not safe to drive it.  Stay at my place tonight, and in the morning shop opens, I'll replace it."  He says, dusting off his oily hands on a towel.  You nodded and locked up all the doors and followed him to his place which was a few miles away from where he worked at.

The both of you made it to his small house.  It was a one bedroom and a small kitchen along with a bathroom.  You smiled of how messy he was, you didn't mind it one bit.  He seemed like a nice guy that pushed your car and tried to repair it for you.

"Hungry, darlin?" He asked you. 

"Yeah."  I smile at him.  His name tag read "Kit."

The both of you ate roast and some mashed potatoes.   You decided to go take a shower since you didn't take one this morning before work, you realize you didn't bring any extra clothes with you.  Kit obliged and got you one of his long plaid shirts.

After, your shower was done, you headed back to the living room where Kit was at.  

"So, what's your name." He asks you.

"Rose."  I tell him.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He chuckles, putting on some grungy music.

He pushes you down on the couch.  Your hands found their way towards his scalp where you could grip his sandy brown hair.

Both of your lips touched each others, his hands sliding up to your shirt, rubbing your spot.

He slides your shirt off and socks but leaves your panties.  You help him out of his clothes and shoes, as your lips touch again but this time with your tongues battiling each others.

You feel his hand run up your legs; his fingers rubbing the wet spot on your panties.  You moan and throw your head back in pleasure as he slides your panties to the side and plunges two of his long fingers inside of you.

He pulls them out and sucks on both of them.  You moan as he licks them.

He takes off his boxers and searches through the drawer for a condom.  He chuckles and slides the foil packet open and snaps it on his cock with ease.

He begans to plunge into you in a slow place.  You moan and grasp onto his biceps for support, you  bucked your hips against his, only making him go deeper inside of you.

Kit placed both of his hands at your side, straightly fucking you.   He fucks you so hard that you were beginning to unravel already.  Your hair stuck to your face and sweat beading on each of yours forehead. 

You felt yourself release inside of his condom.  His thrusts began to get sloppy as he collaspes on top of you.

You grab a blanket and cover both of you up, falling asleep to his heartbeat.