This chapter is formatted a little differently and I'm sorry if it feels a little choppy, but I just wanted to try something new and do a little back and forth between Carmen and Mac.
Warning: dirty stuff is to follow
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The van kicked up the loose red dust that powdered ground, as Carmen gazed out through the sparse trees lining the road. Through the gnarled branches she saw she was coming up on the old house they passed yesterday and impulsively put on the breaks. Surrounded by unusual breathtaking views, and here she was, drawn to this hovel. There was something sad about the whole scene, if not eerie and she just couldn't help it. Putting the van into park, she grabbed her camera. Just a few quick pictures wouldn't hurt, she said to herself as she walked down the road toward the place. It looked abandoned and she would have figured that no one lived there, but someone had to at least come by to take care of the dog. It was barking and growling at her as she approached, but she had a secret affinity for the animal after it scared the shit out of Devon yesterday and growing up with a rottie as a kid, she'd never really been scared of dogs. She just watched it a moment, to make sure he couldn't jump his shitty kennel and bite her face off. It was pretty close but he couldn't quite clear the top, so she just grinned in the face of the vicious doggy and snapped a couple of shots of the slumped shack.
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Waking up to the sound of Boss barking his dumb furry ass off wasn't the best way to start of the morning, especially not after getting blackout drunk the night before. Daring to crack open an eye, Mac immediately slapped a hand across his face to block out the harsh morning light and let out a groan. His hand still over his eyes, his thumb and fingertips clamped onto his throbbing temples to quite his thrashing headache some. Rolling up out of bed Mac threw on a dirty pair of work pants from yesterday and staggered down the hallway. In the living room he grabbed a tin of crystal off the coffee table, then angrily stepped into his scuffed up boots not bothering with the laces.
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"Shuddup!"
A gravelly voice suddenly shouted. Carmen whipped around, surprised to see a shirtless hick come stumbling out of the old house. Shouting at the dog, he was fumbling around with a container in his hands and hadn't even looked up yet.
By how pissed he sounded, she knew she should have probably ran down the road, back to the van before he saw her, but her feet were frozen and she just kept staring at him.
The man's shaggy hair and unkempt facial scruff had been sun bleached to a lighter color than it ought to have been and his bulging forearms were slightly darker than his biceps. His upper body was well muscled, but it was the kind of definition gained by hard work rather than the gym sculpted glamour muscles Tom sported.
She could see dark scabs covering his knuckles and several old tattoos peeking out here and there. He had a face of someone who had done some hard living and had not to be fucked with written all over him, but under it all was an oddly handsome if not pretty face.
She watched hungrily as he scooped a car key into the tin and snorted something off the end. But by the look of the guy and considering she was in redneck country, she guessed it was meth. The way she was feeling this morning, she would have sucked this dude's cock if it had been coke.
Sniffing heavily, he suddenly looked up and surprise with a twinge of irritation twisted the futures of his face, when he met her eyes.
"The fuck?" She heard the man mumble to himself, as he closed the tin and shoved his keys into his pocket. "Who the fuck are you?" Yelling this time, he set container down on the railing and stepped down from the porch.
She knew she ought to at least try to come up with a passable excuse for herself, but she came up empty and just dumbly stood there, watching him advance on her. As he came closer, his steely blue eyes caught the morning light and glinted like the edge of a knife. The man seriously had the devil's eyes and Carmen knew she was in trouble, but in the back of her mind she felt it could be the good kind.
When it came to men, Carmen never made very smart choices. Mostly because she never did grow out of that bad boy phase and as she got older those bad boys became bad men. Then it wasn't just smoking behind the school anymore, it was doing coke in an alley and those shouting matches escalated into black eyes. But like a moth to a flame, she had a taste for the dirty and dangerous.
He came up on her, not stopping until they were toe to toe. Only a few inches shorter than the hick, she lifted her eyes just slightly to meet his. Standing there, under his intense eye contact, Carmen felt a heat beginning to spread from her cheeks down the rest of her body. Breaking away from his gaze only a moment, she couldn't help but eye the contours of his lips. Slightly turned up at the corners with a sharp cupids bow, he looked as though he was on the verge of letting a sinister smirk show on his face.
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His first thought, seeing the long legged, bronze skinned beauty standing there, was that she couldn't have been Dev's girl. But he saw the little prick come riding into town yesterday and she must have been tagging along, because no way was this bitch from around here; she looked like she'd just hopped off the pages of those expensive panty magazines.
Flicking his eyes around the frozen features of the girl's face, Mac settled on her wide set bitchy green eyes, searching them for any sign of fear. But she was stone faced as she just stared right back at him. He knew her type, but not from personal experience, because it's not like anyone like that would ever willingly come within ten feet of him; she probably thought she could get away with just about anything because of her looks, so he'd just have to teach her a lesson.
Mac trailed his gaze down her body and that's when he saw it, a fucking camera in her hands. He went from slightly intrigued to furious.
"What the fuck is this now! You taking fucking pictures!"
Mac reached out and grabbed her wrists causing her to drop the camera into the dust. He then swung her down, dropping her hard onto her ass. Pushing her back to the ground, he jumped on top of her and straddled her hips. Pinning her crossed arms to her chest with one rough hand, he clamped his fingers around her jaw with the other.
"What the hell are you taking 'em for, huh?"
Mac watched as her lips parted, but not one word passed them. By her placid face, he could tell her silence wasn't out of fear, which he took it as a personal challenge.
His tongue slid out over his bottom lip as he found himself thinking how luscious this fucking bitch's mouth looked. Then his lips were on her in a second, smashing against hers in a bruising kiss, if you could even call it that, he even tasted blood.
She didn't scream or pull away and he realized he didn't even really need to hold her down. Shoving his tongue passed her permissive lips, determined to make her fucking scream, Mac moved his hand from her jaw and ran his calloused fingers down her neck. Brushing over her breast, he continued down her body until his fingertips pushed under the waist of her jeans.
When the girl moaned into his mouth, Mac abruptly pulled his hand away then sat up and studied her face.
Why don't you fucking scream bitch? The way she was just looking at him, with her chest heavily rising and falling, it was like she wanted him to fuck her right there in the damn dirt. The longer he looked at her, the more she gave him strange feeling in his gut. If it had just been the hard on he could have understood, but there was something else. His heart even started slamming in his chest like he was fucking nervous or some shit.
Suddenly pushing off her, Mac grabbed her forearm and yanked the girl to her feet.
"Stupid slut, get the fuck outta here!"
Completely expressionless, she took a few unsteady steps and then bent down to pick up the camera, but Mac quickly kicked it away from her. He didn't keep much paraphernalia around the house, but he didn't know what the hell was on that film and wouldn't risk it.
"Leave that shit. It's mine now and if you fucking come sniffing around here again, next time I'm gonna make you mine." He spoke in a dangerously low tone, but she didn't even flinch. She just threw him a bitch glare that he could fucking feel, as she walked by and headed back down the road.
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Carman was completely in shock as she drove back to Devon's house. She couldn't even light up a cigarette she just compulsively chewed her broken bottom lip, and sucked her own blood. It wasn't even what had happened that disturbed her, but rather her own reaction or the lack there of. Normally she would have kicked a fucker in the balls for pulling that kind of shit, at least she always thought she would. But that man's eye's did something to her. As she continued down the road she tried to tell herself that it must have been the numbness of a comedown that made her act that way, but she knew that wasn't the case, because she definitely felt something.
She arrived at the house and headed straight for the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror she checked the damage. Her lip was fat and swollen with a hint of a bruise beginning to show. Reaching up to touch it she noticed deep red marks circling her wrists where he had grabbed her.
"Fuck."
Stripping off her dust covered clothes she stepped into the shower and turned on the water.
She should have been ashamed by how her own traitorous body responded to that tweaker hick, but her core was still burning and she was practically gushing with arousal. She shuttered, still feeling him against her skin and like licking a 9 volt battery, she could even still taste his mouth.
Looking around like a paranoid criminal, Carmen slid her hand down her torso then closed her eyes.
Taking herself back to that moment in her mind, she envisioned that man back on top of her and his hand back in her shorts. Imagining how the rough friction of his calloused hands would feel on her sensitive nub, she slowly began touching herself.
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Dusting his pants off with heavy pats, Mac hollered at Boss, who started back up again. The dog immediately stopped barking and submissively laid down with a slight whine in protest. Scowling, he bent down and snatched up the discarded camera. Stomping back inside, he dropped the camera onto the table, and then let himself fall back onto the old worn out couch. Practically taking up the whole thing, with his arms stretched out along the back and his knees hanging apart, he irritably looked down at the huge tent he was pitching.
"Dumb bitch." Sniffing, his nose twitched with an odd meth tick.
Taking a hand from the back of the couch, he rubbed at the scruff on his face, trying to forget about the dark haired girl. But her scent was still lingering on him and his lips still tasted her vanilla chap stick.
Finally, he allowed himself to picture the girl standing there in front of him, in that tight tank top and those cutoffs, as his hand traveled downwards to unbutton his pants.
Gripping his shaft, Mac began pumping himself, his head already slick with pre-cum. Slamming his eyes shut, he let his imagination go wild. The dark haired girl slowly slipping her shorts and panties off, he thought how she'd put one tanned leg up on the couch and let him look at her, before she straddled his hips.
Envisioning the girl willingly touching him, kissing those lips across his chest and lightly scraping her teeth over his nipple, his breath became ragged.
A low growl rumbled in his throat, as his hips began lifting off the couch to meet the movement of his hand, imagining feel of her tight wetness slipping down onto his aching cock as she began riding him slow and hard.
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Biting her lip until it stung, Carmen took the fantasy further. In her mind's eye, the man clumsily yanked off her shorts, leaving them stuck around her ankles, and then harshly grabbing her thigh, he flipped her over in the dirt. Kneeling behind her, she imagined, how frantically he'd fumble with belt as he released his already rock hard cock from the confines of his worn out carharts. Then with thick blunt digits digging into the flesh of her hips, he'd pull her ass up and back, slamming his entire girth into her in one harsh thrust.
Lost in her lust, Carmen's imagination ran away with her, as she fantasized how roughly he'd fuck her from behind. How one of his hands would creep up her back and then come down on the side of her face, pressing her cheek into the dirt. How with the other hand, he'd twist her arm behind her back and pull her into each of his bruising thrusts, ramming her g spot.
Her middle and ring finger twisting up inside herself, Carmen began to feel her orgasm grip her. Her knees buckled and her legs limply shook, as she tried to keep herself up right by bracing a palm against the shower wall.
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The pressure was becoming unbearable, and as he drew nearer to the point of eruption, Mac imagined the girl's fingers curling under the bottom of her tank top as she rode him. Just as she lifted it off the image of the tarantula rather than her supple breasts, flashed before his eyes. Like a splash of icy water his climax slipped away.
"Fuck!" Mac tucked his softened self back into his pants and furiously pushed himself up. In a blind rage he flipped over the coffee table then grabbed one the legs and hurled it into the wall, causing a large crack to run up the plaster and a chunk of the ceiling to fall.
Breathing heavily through his nose, Mac dug the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, torn between where to direct his anger.
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"Hey!" Someone banged on the bathroom door, jolting Carmen right out of her aftershocks. The others must have returned from their ride. "How long have you been in there?" Tom's voice shouted.
A guilty smile spreading her lips, Carmen faced palmed herself.
"That was so sick and wrong." She cranked off the water, got out and wrapped a towel around herself.
"Hello!" Tom yelled again as Carmen opened the door in mid knock. His eyed immediately dropping to her water speckled cleavage, he cleared his throat. "Hellooo." He said again with an interested brow raised.
"Well, when you're finished eye raping me, the showers all yours." Carmen nearly laughed at irony in her rebuff, considering the kind of images she'd just gotten off on.
"Ha ha, looks like I'll be needing a cold one, then." Tom said with a snarky grin.
"That's good, 'cause there's no more hot water." Smirking right back at him, she disappeared down the hall.
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Chapter inspired by:
Hard Lesson- The Burned
Author's note:
This is my first attempt at writing dirty scenes so I hope it was ok.
I really, really appreciate all of you for taking the time to read this, it means a lot. Thank you!
