Covered

I don’t need to see the pictures, I’m still on fire from you taking them. I don’t need you to show me how worked up you are, I can feel it. I just need you, Derek. I need you to take me. I can’t wait anymore. My body is pressed against him, my hand is reaching for that wonderful hardness, my lips are making wordless pleas against the skin of his neck. My fingers are at his belt, grasping, moving down and I feel him. He’s straining against his pants, I feel the power, the heat, he can’t wait either. My lips kiss their way from his neck along his jaw over the sparse blond stubble of his cheeks glinting in the sun he’s turning his face to me my hand is rubbing him now it’s time I’m going to kiss him give myself to him this has to happen I need it I need it I need him.

The silence is broken by a colossal rumbling, my body vibrates with it and I pull partially away from him in shock. Was that…?

Derek laughs and pats his belly. “Holy shit, I’m starving.” He smiles at me and surprises me with a kiss. “Let’s have some lunch, then we can get back to the fun.”

He rolls off the hood of the car and opens the door, climbing inside without waiting for me. I lay for a second on the hood, catching my breath, the smooth cool steel of the car a bewildering contrast to Derek’s rough warmth. I’m anxious to be close to him again, so I scramble off the hood and back into the car without gathering my scattered clothes.

Derek is leaned over the back of the bench digging through some junk in the back seat. He straightens up as I sit down next to him, holding a large bag of beef jerky and a couple plastic bottles of water. “This is all I got.” He tosses me a bottle and rips open the bag, stuffing a few large pieces in his mouth before offering it to me.

I gingerly reach inside and take out a piece. I’ve never had beef jerky before. I’ve never had beef anything. My Dad isn’t super religious, but he does stay away from beef, I guess to feel closer to home. Or maybe his wife was religious and he does it for her memory. I dunno. I’m too hungry to really think about it now, so I bite down into the tough meat and work a bit into my mouth, chewing carefully. The flavor is strong, almost overwhelming, like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I wolf down the rest of my piece and grab a few more when Derek offers me the bag again.

Once I’ve taken the edge off my hunger I become very conscious of the fact that Derek is still fully clothed while I’m sitting here completely naked. Without thinking my bare thighs are squeezing together, and I feel the stickiness from where my juices are drying. My breath is short and my nipples are stiffening. I look at Derek with parted lips, fighting the urge to crawl into his lap and grind myself against him. He’s gazing through the windshield and then looks over at me, his attention making me flush. Can he sense how badly I need him? Can he smell it?

“So,” Derek swallows his mouthful of jerky. “What’s your Dad like?”

I take a shuddering breath, willing myself to calm down. “Um, he…” What is he like? He’s… he’s my Dad. I’ve never really talked about him to anyone before. “He’s okay, I guess. He works really hard, and… and he means well.”

“Cool.” Derek looks back out the windshield toward the naval base across the water. “My Dad is such a fucking control freak asshole.” He stuffs another piece of jerky in his mouth. “I love him. He’s incredible. You should see him talk. He could give God Himself an order and the almighty would salute and jump to it.”

I blink. I’m not sure what to say. Even beyond my flustered condition, I’ve never heard Derek talk like this. “Wow.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah. Wow.” Another bite. “Nothing I do is good enough for him. The fucker. Won’t let me join ROTC because I haven’t ‘earned it’.” His face darkens. “I led our team to fuckin State and all he could talk about was that we lost. Like it was my fault our defense couldn’t stop their run game! I threw FOUR fucking touchdowns and ran another in myself!”

I remember hearing about that, it was in the news. Even someone like me who didn’t give a shit about football couldn’t escape the buzz around town. “You did your best. You were amazing!”

“Tell that to him.” He stares into the bag of jerky and then puts it down. “So what was your real Dad like?”

“My real…” My voice dies in my throat. I was initially confused, because my Dad IS my real Dad. But then I realize he means my birth dad. “I don’t remember.”

“You don’t…” Now it’s his turn to get quiet. I can see out of the corner of my eye his face go through a series of emotions, ending with his cheeks growing red. He must finally be realizing what my situation is. Why my Dad and I look nothing alike despite us acting like any other father and daughter. I can feel something, off in the distance beyond the warm glow of my desire. The Sad is lurking there, waiting for its chance to swallow me up again.

Derek is clearly uncomfortable with being the flustered one. His eyes lock onto my breasts and he leans towards me. “You got messy.” I look down to see a scattering of beef crumbs covering my chest, and then his mouth is on me. I pull in a sharp gasp as he hungrily devours the bits of jerky, and then his searching tongue finds my nipple, rubbing over and around it, his mouth pulling in my whole tit and I’m groaning with need, all the thoughts and feelings our conversation had stirred up banished as his touch once again becomes my whole world.

I wrap my arms around his head and moan his name as his mouth moves to my other breast. He’s licking and sucking and BITING oh I just want him to eat me alive. He grabs me and pulls me on top of him and we’re rolling on the bench, his mouth moving up to find mine and I’m lost in another of his glorious kisses. Oh Derek please take me take me far away where the Sad can never find me again.

There’s a blur of motion, his strong arms moving my body like a doll and suddenly my face is over his crotch and I can feel his breath on my sodden pussy. My glasses have fallen off but I can’t bring myself to care now. I can’t help myself. I kiss his bulge, wanting to do so much more. Derek’s chuckle shakes my whole body. “Alright Cassie, I’ll give you what you want. Get my cock out and we can look at those pictures together.”

My hands are moving before he’s even done talking, fingers searching **** to undo his zipper and free the object of my desire. I pull it out and it’s even better than the first time, right in front of my face, its heat and scent overwhelming me. I open my mouth and extend my tongue, needing to taste him. Derek slaps my butt and laughs. “Slow down, Cassie. Just stroke me so you can see what we made together.”

His hand is holding his phone down by his leg so we can both see it. He swipes through the photos and I stroke him with both hands, lovingly caressing his length as we watch me remove my top, then my bra, my flushed smiling face beaming above my naked tits.

“Fuck.” He groans. “God that turned me on so much. I was so hard taking those pictures, Cassie.” He swipes some more, and now we’re looking at me bent over the trunk, my wet pussy peeking out from between my thighs. “I love how much of a good girl you were. So enthusiastic about whatever I told you to do. I felt like I could make you do anything.”

I hum contentedly as his cock twitches in my hands. I would have, Derek. I still would. I’ll do anything you say. I’m all yours. My hum turns into a moan as the fingers of his other hand find my wetness, teasing my lips and clit. I stroke him faster, firmer, my breaths hot and heavy over his cock. He rewards me by opening me with his fingers, spreading me, entering me so deep as I sing out in bliss. His fingers retreat and I hear him loudly slurping up my juices.

Now we’re looking at me on the hood of his car, laying back, spreading myself open for him, fully on display. He lets out a shaky breath. “Ahhh fuck, Cassie, look at you. I can’t believe how different you look there. Nothing like the shy girl at school.” He takes a few heavy breaths and I feel him swell in my hands. “You’re my good girl, Cassie. Opened up, on my car, offering yourself to me. Oh fuck. You’re my trophy. I got you you’re mine you’re MINE NOW AH FUCK!”

I gasp as his cock jerks in my grasp and hot strands of his cum shoot out over my face. I barely have time to close my eyes before the first spurt hits me, then another, and another. So hot, the smell overpowering me and I’m lost in the sensation. I remember his admonishment from last time and I slow down, gently stroking him through his orgasm.

I open my eyes and there’s something astonishing on his phone. He’s got the camera on selfie mode, and the moment my eyes lock onto it he takes the picture. I stare at the image. My face, an expression of pure bliss on my features, eyes hooded with desire, and absolutely covered with his essence. I love it.

Derek is idly playing with my pussy as he sighs. “Well that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” We stare at the photo together as he continues to tease me. “Now there’s a trophy.”