Bones & All SMUT

Part 3: Apology Road Head

It's late at night as we cross the state line into Kentucky. We hadn't spoken for the better part of our drive, the hunger- or urge- clouding all of our thoughts. Lee is behind the wheel, both hands gripping it as he leans forward, scanning the road. "There's a pool hall not far from here-" Lee says, thinking it over "I think that's the only place that's going to be open this late." I pull down the visor and looked at myself in the light of the tiny mirror. I really don't look bad considering the long drive we'd just done. My hair is thanking me for being away from the humidity of Florida and my skin has a glow from all of the time in the sun. I wish that I had a lip gloss or a little mascara but I'm not unhappy with how I looked. I wonder who would take the lead of bating someone in. Selfishly I hope it is me, only because of how pissed I get watching Lee hit on someone, even though I know what it ends with. Lee parks at the pool hall and we both get out of the truck. The pool hall smells like stale cigarettes and sweat mixed with the toxic, sweet smell of Fabuloso cleaner. I fight the urge to close my nose. I find my usual post at the bars we frequent- the shadows. I linger where no one will notice me while Lee scouts the place out. Lee leans against the bar- waiting for the middle aged, big breasted bartender to take his order. I watch him take a cigarette from behind his ear and put it between his lips. Apparently I was not the only one observing Lee, I think, as a pretty enough girl with piercing blue eyes approaches him. "Need a light?" I read her lips as she held out a Zippo and saddles the stool next to Lee. He smiles, cigarette still between his lips and leans down for her to light it. He takes it out as it lights and says something into her ear- she laughs. I feel my neck and cheeks heat up. How many times was I going to let this get to me? I shake off my jealousy and look around the bar- looking for anything to look at besides Lee. I feel eyes on me as I do this and find a man staring at me. He looks to be in his twenties, rough around the edges I can tell by the still healing black eye he adorns and the tattoos snaking up both of his arms- one trailing up his neck. He isn't unattractive at all, I wonder if I would've noticed him had he not been staring at me. He gives me a half smile and approaches the pool table I am lingering by. "Hey" He says cooly, looking me up and down. "Hey back" I say, still trying not to watch Lee flirt with Miss Pretty Eyes. "Is that your man over there?" He nods at Lee. "Uh- no. A friend" I stutter, not sure what to say. My thoughts travel briefly to that conversation we had in the truck- had Lee meant all that about loving me? I don't even know, seeing him with her right after. "Ah- that's good" this stranger says, now giving me a toothy grin. "What's your name?" I say, fully turning away from Lee now. "Mike," he says and I notice now the angles of his face, he really is handsome. "What's yours?" Mike says, now leaning against the pool table. "Mallory" I lie. "Mallory- I like that" he says, holding eye contact with me. We make small talk for a few minutes, where is he from (here), where am I from (another lie). Mike and I are now both leaning against a wall adjacent from the pool table we started at, Mike is getting progressively closer to me as we talk and I try not to breathe him in. The hunger is now gnawing at my insides, begging me to feed. I can't risk anything. "What happened to your eye?" I say letting my finger drift up and gingerly brush against the bruise. Mike almost flinches but then softens at my touch. "I guess I have an attitude problem" Mike says with a slight laugh "you should see the other guy" He continues, stepping even closer to me, almost leaning into me. Christ. I can smell all of him. Old Spice body wash, the mint gum he had chewed at some point in the night, whiskey... and then there it was. Metallic. Hunger clouds over my thoughts, how am I going to get him outside? Where outside can I eat him without getting caught? I can think of nothing else. "Do you want to go somewhere?" I say, leaning in to breathe this into his ear. "How does my place sound?" He says it like he had said it a thousand times before. I take his hand in mine, leading him to the exit. He squeezes my hand and now it was my turn to flinch. I push the guilt down, I will face that later. After I eat. A light summer rain is now drizzling onto us. I scan the parking lot- empty of all people. One lamp post illuminates the cars, letting me see that they are all empty. "There she is," Mike gestures to a small black truck. "Let's get out of the rain" I say to Mike and we both run over and slide into his truck. Once inside, I turn to Mike and slide to the center seat of the cab. Mike snakes his arms around me and we started to kiss. Our warm tongues dance around and he squeezes me in his muscled arms. I can't help myself, the warmth, the smell. I start to suck on his neck, he moans with pleasure. I sink my teeth in just slightly "Ow! Naughty, naughty" he teases. It's too late. I don't want him to suffer. I sink my knife into his jugular, he doesn't even scream. I begin to feed and every single one of my blood vessels thank me. I hear the sound of metal rattling. Fuck. I startle, realizing, someone is jiggling the door handle to the passenger side. FUCK. Fuck, fuck fuck. I force myself to look up- it's Lee. I sigh with relief and lean over to unlock the door. "Jesus, Maren. What are you thinking? You can't feed here. Not in the goddamn parking lot" Lee is pissed, his voice is shaking. I scanned the parking lot- no one is with him. Miss Pretty Eyes is nowhere in sight. Finally, the risk I just took sinks in, it wasn't just the girl I should be worried about seeing. I should be worried about seeing anyone. God- I was so dumb. "Lee- I'm-I'm..." I stutter. I don't even have words for how guilty I feel. How stupid. "Don't. We don't have time" Lee says, shaking his head. "You drive our truck and follow me" Lee rushes to the driver's side and I get out. Shaking- I get in our truck and start it up. Looking up I see that Lee has pushed Mike's body over and is starting the little black truck. We drive a little ways and Lee pulls into an abandoned parking lot- an embankment at its rear. I park our truck and go to the little black truck. Neither of us have anything to say- we both focus on feeding. Once we're both soaked in rain and blood, we clean up in silence. I watch as Lee rolls the little truck off of the embankment. Even in the darkness, I can see in his posture he's still mad at me. "Can we please talk?" I plead as I walk toward him. "On the road" He points at our truck, purposefully not looking at me. We both get in the truck and he pulls out of the parking lot into the darkness. Lee finally turns the headlights on once we are a few miles down the road. We leave this town and merge onto the main highway. Lee picks up the speed and we get the hell out of doge. I have heard Lee use that exact phrase before and I liked how it sounded in his accent. "Lee" I try, looking over at him, eyes on the road, hands clutching the wheel. "I was an idiot. I'm sorry" I say trying to get him to so much as look over to me. "That was so dangerous, Maren." He finally says after a few minutes. "Do you know what I would do if something happened to you? If you got caught, or even killed?" His voice broke on that last word. "I'm sorry" I say again, and I mean it. Lee motions for me to slide across the seat and sit closer to him. I inch over. Lee wraps an arm around my shoulders and I lean my head onto his shoulder. "You have to let me help you, okay?" He says softer but still stern. "Just let me lead for a while, watch me. You'll learn how to do it in a way that isn't as risky" He sighs. "Can I tell you something?" I sheepishly say into his ear and he nods. "I hate watching you flirt with girls or guys or anyone. It makes me jealous or something. I know that's stupid." A smile crosses Lee's mouth, upturning one side of his lips. "Is that right? You got jealous and to distract yourself- you almost get us both caught" Lee jokes, but his arm tightens around me and I can tell he likes what I just said. "It sounds more embarrassing out loud" I admit and Lee laughs. "It's not that embarrassing" he says more seriously, "I didn't like seeing you talk to that guy. He was ready to make out with you in a fucking pool haul" Lee laughed at the later part. I smile at him,"You were jealous, too?" I say "Don't let it get to your head" Lee replies. My body fills up with warmth. I lean my head onto Lee's shoulder and let my hand find its way to his length, he hardens at my touch. We have more energy after our feed mixed with the adrenaline of my mistake. I start to stroke his cock, still under his jeans. I pause and readjust to lay on his thigh, facing the seat of the truck. Lee moves my hair from my eyes, stroking it back and letting his hand rest on the base of my neck. I unbutton his jeans with one hand, letting the other sneak under his leg to give myself leverage to lean up. As I unzip, his dick comes out and meets my ready lips. I kiss the tip, letting my hand wrap around the length of him, my tongue wanders out to taste him. Lee lets out a deep sigh, I slide the head into my mouth. I take my time, kissing the tip before I move down farther and farther until his tool hits the back of my throat for the first time. I gag at the pure length of him and I feel his grip tighten on my hair. I move up and down, slowly, worshiping his body. The second time I gag, he releases into my mouth- shuddering as he does. I swallow and then lick the remaining cum off of the tip of his tool. I roll over onto my back, my head still resting on his thigh. I look up to meet his eyes, he looks at me in a way that makes my insides feel like lava- hot and melted. Lee looks back to the road but his hand traces invisible designs onto my chest, putting one finger at a time underneath my bra until his hand finally settles to hold one of my breasts gently in his hand. His fingers graze gingerly against it- driving me crazy. I want him.

Lee drives 90 mph down the interstate. I lean my head out the window and let the air rush against my face. I try and fail to distract myself from the drip of desire running down my thigh. I try not to think about how it would feel to have his dick inside me at the present moment. Finally he pulls off on to an exit and I let myself look over to him- Lee. Curly hair still damp from the rain, the silhouette of his chiseled jawline illuminated by the full moon that hangs low in the sky. I breathe a sigh in through my nose and lean against my elbows, propped up on the dashboard. He looks over to me, his eyes are electric. He swings the truck into an empty field and shoves the gear shift into park. He gets out of the truck and before I can open my door, he's opening it for me. He lifts me out of the truck, as if I'm a new bride and he's carrying me into our house. Instead of throwing me on a perfectly made bed like I invision in my daydream, he lays me on the damp truck bed. It doesn't matter- I forget where I am as he strokes two fingers inside of my now begging depths. His mouth finds mine and he sucks on the tip of my tongue. My toes curl, I am all but on my knees, pleading for him to give me what he knows I need. I tangle my hands in his messy hair, pulling him closer to me. He pulls away to kiss my jawline, my neck- he pulls my dress over my head with ease. He kisses my breasts, sucking on my nipple as he kisses it. I lean my head back and let out a breathy "Fuck" as he moves down, finally reaching the place I've wanted him to be for the entirety of the ride here. He lifts both of my thighs over his shoulders and slides his hands under me to cup my bum cheeks. His lips find mine, sliding his tongue between them- teasing me. I gasp, this is the first time anyone has ever kissed me there. He thrusts his tongue into me and then flicks it up to brush against my clit. I instantly release at the feeling. He purrs with pleasure as my body contracts. He doesn't stop- he continues to kiss me- parting my depths with his tongue. Lee has one hand join his mouth, inserting two fingers as he licks my clit- I moan. I feel like I'm in heaven- I feel like a goddess. Lee worships me- he knows exactly where to lick, where to kiss. I climax again. I know he feels me, but he doesn't stop. Lee sucks on one lip, using his teeth to gently massage the lip. I groan, not sure if my body can handle this much pleasure. He tilts his head up slightly "Who takes care of you?" He says, his voice is so seductive, I hold myself back from finishing at that alone "You" I breathe. "I would never let anything happen to you" Lee says and starts licking me again, my body trembling with pleasure. Lee kisses me again before leaning his cheek against my thigh and saying "That's right, daddy always takes care of you" I moan. Lee licks me one more time and I climax a third time. My body decides we are done and Lee lifts one of my thighs from his shoulder and moves up to where I lay on the truck bed. Propped on an elbow he watches me, still out of breath on my back. "Nobody's done that to you before, huh?" Lee says, brushing my hair behind my ear with his free hand. "No" I say, not sure if I should be embarrassed or not. "Don't act like that's a bad thing" Lee says, noticing the flush in my cheeks. "I'm not embarrassed..." I trail off, thinking of what to say. "Good- you shouldn't be" Lee smiles, leaning down to brush a kiss onto my lips. Lee flips over so we are both laying on our backs, looking once again up to the sky. I hear birds chirping, the sun will rise soon.  But at this moment, we are together, under the moon. Despite all of the running- I feel free.