Smoke wafted around her mouth in thick swirls of menthol as she emptied her lungs. Chloe stood alone on her porch, taking deep drags of her Marlboro smooths, letting the nicotine calm her unsettled nerves. Her body shook in the chilliness of the California night, mind swimming with "what ifs". The deviant purr of a motorcycle broke her thoughts and brought a small smile to her lips.

It was parked a block away from her home, as always, tucked between her distant neighbor's shrubbery. Chloe put out her cigarette as the anticipation grew with the sound of heavy footsteps.

Directly across from her in the perfectly mowed lawn stood Tig Trager in all his glory. Mop of messy curls, leather cut, and blazing green eyes. He sauntered up to her, seized her by the back of the beck and kissed her, free hand moving to her hip and pushing her toward the door.

"No fucking around tonight," He warned lowly, finger running over her bottom lip. "Hard day. I ain't got time for it."

Chloe nodded, voice failing her as she clumsily reached for the door, manage to wiggle the doorknob enough to gain access to her home. "My parents won't be home until Wednesday," Chloe breathed against his hot lips, feeling a grin etch its way onto the soft flesh. Tig got a thrill out of Chloe's age, how juvenile the whole ordeal was, sneaking around to have sex.

"Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like this, would they?" He smirked, reaching up under her dress, fingers brushing the dampness of her panties.

Tig always talked like this, always brought up Chloe's parents. It was all part of the kink and Chloe loved it. The feeling was mutual, the age difference was a fucking turn on. Chloe shook her head and caught Tig's lips with her own, grinding his bottom lip between her teeth. "Uh-uh," She replied, fingers fumbling shakily with his belt.

Tig looked down at Chloe intently as she unbuttoned the front of his jeans impatiently, mind going to fast for her body. She was clumsy as ever and Tig found it quite endearing. They'd been involved for over a month now, deeming their attraction okay, seeing as she'd be eighteen in three short weeks. Granted, the two of them hadn't had sex yet, just a lot of teasing and foreplay. The things that girl could do with her mouth.

Chloe looked up at Tig and stole one more kiss before bringing herself to her knees, stroking Tig's erection before taking the tip into her mouth. Tig groaned tilted his head back against the wall, fingers running through her long, raven waves. Chloe brought her hands to his balls, massaging them gently as she took the rest of him into her hot mouth. "Ah, fuck," Tig groaned, fingers making a knot in her hair. "Fucking Christ,"

Chloe's pace quickened as she bobbed her head, never once neglecting his balls as she swallowed him whole, eliciting grunts of ecstasy from Mr. Trager. Chloe pulled away, letting herself catch her breath fully before wrapping her lips back around his cock. Tig pulled her hair back, causing her to moan against his length before being pulled away from it and to her feet. Tig's arousal hit his stomach as he pulled Chloe into a kiss, hands groping beneath her dress.

"Tonight's the night, baby girl," He whispered huskily, accent nearly making her melt. "But first, I gotta return the favor."

Chloe shuddered and replaced his hands under her clothes with her own, sliding the fabric over her head. Tig smirked at the sight of her full chest, reaching behind her and unclasping the bra, letting the article of white lace to hit the floor. He palmed her exposed flesh, planting kisses down her neck and closer to the mounds he loved so much. Tig's opposing hand went straight to her warmth, moving the panties aside to feel the dampness of her cunt.

"On the couch," He demanded, voice husky with excitement.

Chloe complied, laying down on the couch, biting her lip as she saw Tig approach her. He grabbed her ankles roughly, pulling her closer to his face, tongue teasing her clit. Chloe let out a low moan, nails digging into the cushioning of the couch as Tig buried his face in her warmth, tongue exploring the depths of her arousal. "Fuck—" She cursed, chest heaving as he continued to eat her, tongue running over her folds as his fingers rubbed her mercilessly. "Oh fuck, mm, Tig,"

Tig pushed a finger inside of her and hooked it in a spot he knew all too well, causing Chloe to writhe and stifle a loud cry. He plunged his finger inside of her, gradually adding another as he lapped her pussy, overwhelming her with pleasure.

Tig's finger curled around her spot once more as he pulled his mouth away from her soaking pussy, making her tremble with a threat of release. "So close," She panted, opening her eyes to meet Tig's. She begged him wordlessly and Tig smiled, removing his fingers from her and placing them against her full lips.

"Taste yourself, baby. I haven't had anything sweeter in my life,"

Chloe obeyed, swirling her tongue around a single digit, moaning as his free hand rubbed her swollen clit. She raised her hips, grinding her hips desperately against his hand. Tig pulled away and moved the two of them to the floor.

"So eager," He mused tauntingly, adding more pressure to her bundle of nerves. "Such a dirty girl."

Chloe moaned and arched her back as a finger teased her entrance. "If you're gonna do it, just do it," She hissed, "Shut up and fuck me."

Tig smirked and positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his tip teasingly against her entrance and over her clit. Chloe spewed a series of curses as he slowly pushed himself inside of her constricting walls, cussing a bit himself at the vice grip around his cock.

"Shit, baby," He groaned, "You're so fucking tight,"

Chloe hummed with pleasure and pain as he inched his way in deeper, filling her to the hilt. Chloe licked her dry lips and tried to adjust to him without much success. Regardless, Tig began to move, crashing his hips against hers, withdrawing almost completely before meeting her hips with crashing thrusts. Chloe mewled, fingers digging into the skin of his back.

All it took was one final thrust for Chloe to come. Her walls constricted around Tig, causing him to follow close in tow, juices running down her thigh as the older man pulled out, spilling a load of sticky white substance all over her stomach. He rolled over, wrapping an arm around her and planting a kiss on her forehead.

"For your daddy's sake and mine—for all of our sakes, baby girl," He said with a smile, "You should'a been a son."