Bones & All SMUT

Part 1: Nervous

Let's play a game" Lee starts, a look in his eye tells me this could be the sort of game where someone gets in trouble. Maybe hurt- maybe ate. "What kind of game were you thinking?" I said, knowing the look in my eye was giving away whatever confidence I was pretending to have. "It's a fun one" he smirked, looking me up and down as if I was what he was considering devouring. I knew that would never happen- that's just where you mind goes when you're one of us. An eater. It made my stomach tighten, but there was another feeling there, too. I chill started to roll from the back of my neck, down my spine. Dozens of bumps rose and I shook them off before he could notice. "Let's play then" I replied, mimicking his smirk. "The game is called 'Nervous', have you ever played that before?" Was he forgetting the obvious- I was never close enough with anyone to play that sort of game- well without doing the bad thing. "Nope. But I think I've heard of it" I said mocking confidence that I didn't have, yet again. "Well- it's like this- I touch you, starting at your head" he grinned "and I move down, until you say 'nervous'. If you say that, I stop." He leaned against the side of the truck, propped against one leg, his elbows resting on the side of the bed. "And if I never say 'nervous'" I grinned back, soaking in the image of him. God- he was fucking gorgeous. Even with the dirt and grime of the life we were living, attempting to dim his looks, I thought it made him look even more delicious. An 80's cowboy with his Stetson on. "If you never say 'nervous', then the game is more fun" he grinned wider. "Let's play then" I stepped closer to him as I spoke, breathing in his earthy, cigarette smell. He grabbed my hand and guided me to the bed of the truck, motioning for me to sit on the tail gate edge. He stepped in front of me, standing between my open legs, so close our noses almost touched. He slid a single finger from my temple, across my cheekbone and finally traced my jawline."Nervous yet?" He murmured on my lips. "No" I lied. I felt the same chill from earlier against the back of my neck. He lifted his hand to meet the finger on my jawline and kissed the opposite cheekbone. His kiss felt warm and soft against me. He moved from my cheek to my ear, tilting my face in his hand. He bit ever so softly onto the lobe. The same teeth that committed unspeakable acts- now so gentle, I felt myself melting. The slightest moan escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was doing. I felt him smile, my lobe still resting gently between his teeth. His smile met my lips, already slightly open, and slid his tongue in. I shivered and felt my legs wrap around him as if I had no free will. He wrapped one arm across my lower back as he used the other to both lift himself on top of me and lay me back onto the cold metal of the truck bed. He pulled his mouth from mine "Don't distract me- you said we could play a game" he mock-pouted. "Fine- let's play" I grinned up at him, now raised above me, his veined hands propping himself up. He bent to hover closer to my face, our noses brushing against each other, a subtle friction. He leaned closer, pressing his mouth onto my jawbone, dangerously close to my neck. The neck was always what we went for first when feeding. I had seen him do it- he had seen me do it. It as in sink our teeth into some unknowing neck to satisfy that hunger that always seemed to linger around in the darkest parts of our minds. I shivered as his lips moved from my jawbone down to the side of my neck, he breathed me in. His inhale catching slightly- I flinched. "Nervous, Maren?" He whispered. "I-" I started but couldn't finish. "Just say it and I'll stop" he said into my neck, his lips still hadn't met my prickled skin. I felt the warmth of his breath against me and then met his eyes and contorted to look down at him. "Are you scared of me?" He said in a way that both made my heart wrecnch and made me feel like I was prey, stuck in a clever trap. I was addicted to his touch, I knew I would never say 'nervous'. I had no self control, no common sense or better judgment when it came to Lee. "Never" I said it with my mouth and my eyes, forcing him to believe me. He leaned back down, lips finally grazing my neck. I froze in place as he moved from one spot down to another on my neck. Once he had kissed down to my collar bone, I finally felt myself catching my breath. The warmth of his tongue licked up the column of my neck. I gasped. Fuck. Holy fuck. Our mouths met again and our tongues swirled together like we shared the same mouth. He rolled off of me and landed beside me to pull off his thermal and jeans- I tried not to stare. I slid my dress over my head and laid on my back- the sun was setting and I could see the moon peaking through the orange and purple of the sky. I felt his hand slid across my bare stomach, I turned my head to face him. His face was both intense and lazy. Opposites. Love and danger. He trailed up to my bare chest, skimming across a hard nipple. I reached up to touch his angular cheek. "Now you're just teasing me" I whisper-groaned. He smirked. He reached across to grab my other hand and pulled it to feel his cock, rock hard. "Who's teasing who?" He murmured into my ear. His hand slid from mine, resting on his length, to the black lace thong. I had found at the home of our last meal- a sleazy man who had a drawer of someone else's lingerie at his scumy bachlor's pad. I thought it weird at first to take it- but something about wearing her thong made me feel as though I was like her- a normal girl with a normal life, hooking up with a normal man in sexy underwear. His fingers pushed the thong to the side and he slid two into me. I let out a soft moan. He stroked them in and out, pausing to flick my clit. I open my eyes to find him watching me, an amused expression on his face. Before I could lose my nerve, I rolled over on top of him, refuses to go any longer without his dick inside me. I used a hand to guid him through my now soaking wet lips. His own lips parted and he let out a moan "You're so fucking wet" he breathed. I tilted back and forth on his dick- both of us starting to breath in a heavy, rhythmic pace. Just us two, under the stars- feeling all of the best things a human being can feel. My hips were now in his hands and his pounded in to me, slipping out only to roll me over on to my hands and knees. He thrust his cock into me, one hand now wrapping around my ponytail, the other grasping the front of my thigh as he pounded. All of the stars were shining just for us. I wouldn't be surprised if fireworks shot across the sky. The whole world paused and all of that pain and hurt disappeared- if only for this moment. I braced the edge of the tail gate as my body gave into pleasure and released. I felt his warmth fill me up. He pulled out and we both collapsed onto our backs, starting up at the stars. "Marin" Lee whispered and I turned my face toward his "This fucking hell we've been through- it was all worth it". My eyes watered and I knew my nose was probably crinkling up the way it always does when I'm trying not to cry. "Don't cry, baby" he pulled me into his chest. "I wouldn't want anything any other way, me and my girl under the stars. Who gets this lucky?" He squeezed me close to him. I pulled my face away to see his, tears glicned in his eyes but he was smiling, looking up to the stars.