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Drayton was one of the market's regulars, coming in every Wednesday to pick up supplies with his schedule changing to twice a week when the State Fair's Chili Cook-off was close at hand. That was how he had met you originally, back when you had acquired your first job at sixteen as a bagger. In the beginning, he hadn't paid you much mind; offering a grunt or huff when you politely wished him well. You had asked your supervisor once why he was so grouchy to which she had told you that he had a lot on his plate, what with raising his younger brothers and all. Small towns talked. You would learn this over the years of being surrounded by adults at the market.
In a year, you had graduated to the checker position, putting you in a spot to actually strike up a chat with the man. By now he knew your face, knew your name and the nicknames your coworkers called you. However, he was caught off guard when you checked him out the first time and tried to engage him in conversation. You had pointed to the baking items in his cart as he placed them on the counter.
"Oh, you gonna make a cake or somethin'?" you chirped, warm smile on your face. Drayton blinked at you, a defensive shift to his posture.
"A pie." he had answered, his tone sharp. Trying to be polite as you punched in his items, you attempted to keep him talking.
"What kind? I'm partial to peach, though my momma makes a mean apple pie."
"Meat." He was already thumbing through his wallet, his eyes away from you. By his tone you could tell the conversation was over, whether you liked it or not. The eldest Sawyer handed you the cash as you were reading out his total. You fought a frown from coming to your face as he gathered his bags and left without even acknowledging your goodbye.
You got your second piece of town gossip when you brought up the interaction with your supervisor. The farming business in the area was going the way of the dodo and no one was being spared. Not even The Sawyers.
You learned not to talk about his purchases after that. Instead, you picked easy topics like the weather, renovations to the town, pieces of gossip that wouldn't get you into too much trouble. Drayton slowly but surely began to warm up to you. He really was a bit of a chatterbox once he was comfortable which surprised you. When you brought up a set of buildings along Main Street that were scheduled to be torn down and renovated, he shared memories he had of himself and his friends at your age being terrors to the shop owners. The Cook would get animated, his hands waving about as he recounted the tales before making sure to tell you not to do the same. He had opinions on everything and seemed happy that you showed an interest, making offhand comments about how his brothers rarely cared what he had to say. When the Chili Cook-off came around, he was at his happiest, practically vibrating as he gushed about this year's batch, though careful not to share any details about his recipe with you.
You listened with rapt attention, quietly developing a crush on this man. It was something you never mentioned to anyone, not even your closest friends. After all, he was old enough to be your father, not that it really mattered to you. It was harmless. Did he occupy your thoughts almost every second of every day? Sure! You weren't alone in this though. Your friends talked about their own infatuation the same way, though admittedly the people they spoke of attended the same school. As you turned eighteen and looked towards graduation, you waved it off even more. After all, you would go off and meet new people. Your feelings would die and you'd find someone new, someone age-appropriate. Why not indulge while you could?
Eventually, you did hear back from a school out on the West Coast. Your time spent in your hometown whittled down and you began to feel the weight of what that meant. Everyone was excited for you; your family, friends, coworkers, and Drayton. When you had first told him you were going off to college, he had asked a myriad of questions about what you were to study, where you might stay, if any of your friends would go with you. You had soaked up the attention, knowing in the back of your mind it was innocent even if your heart wanted it to be different. Drayton had wished you the best, telling you he was happy you were getting out.
Yet as the week of your departure approached, your heart started to ache. Everything you knew was here. Going someplace new was daunting even though you knew it was the right decision. Most of all, you thought about not seeing Drayton anymore. There was comfort in his clockwork schedule. There was comfort in him . Even with the logical part of your brain telling you that there wasn't anything between the two of you, you still felt a pull to him, a love for him. You wrestled with yourself, knowing he only viewed you as a friend or worse - a kid sister. After all, you were the age of his twin brothers, a fact he had brought up on a few occasions over the years. Part of you wanted desperately to tell him how you felt, but fear choked you any time you saw him.
In the end, you decided not to say anything. The week you were to leave, you saw him one last time. The Cook remarked that he was surprised to see you working considering you were to leave in two days. You laughed it off, stating you would need all the cash you could accrue. You were uncharacteristically quiet as you checked him out and when you looked up to give him his total your words caught in your throat at the intense stare from his blue eyes. Drayton cleared his throat before telling you that he was proud of you for going off to college. He told you that, even though you would miss home, you were doing the smartest thing. It was then his turn to be quiet for a moment before finishing his thought with:
"Don't let this place trap ya. You deserve so much better."
You thought about that every night for the first month you were gone. Yet, like most things, moments that seem so important at the time of our teenage years fade as we gain new experiences. It would be four years before you finally made your way back home for your last Spring Break.
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Drayton was frowning down at the grocery list in his hand, blue eyes glued to words that had been scribbled in the margins of the otherwise neatly handwritten note. Nubbins had attempted to spell his request only for it to have been crossed out multiple times. Under those scratches was Chop Top's writing which was only slightly more legible, although equally misspelled.
"Stuff to make...hot choco- oh hell no." the eldest grumbled to himself. "There's no way on God's Green Earth I'm pumpin' those idiots full'a' sugar." Drayton folded the list up in disgust before slipping it into his dress shirt pocket. Snatching his basket back up off of the floor, he turned his attention back to the dairy products in front of him. As he was about to reach for a block of cheese, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder.
"Drayton?" a timid voice from behind him sparked a rush of memories. He didn't even need to face you fully to know that it was indeed you. However, as he turned around, he was met with a very different sight than the image his mind had conjured.
The first thing he noticed was your smile. It had been a long time since Drayton had felt his stomach flop from something other than fear and anger. The feeling felt foreign and wrong in all the right ways. You were dazzling and it was aimed at him of all people. You'd done something different with your hair, the style so very modern, so Hollywood. The clothes you wore accentuated every curve, your shape so far from the awkward eighteen year old that had left town only a couple years prior. His face felt hot, hormones he thought long since dead swirling within him as he took you in. It took him a moment to realize he'd just been standing there staring at you, the smile on your features now accompanied by a nervous giggle as he snapped out of it.
"Well I don't believe it," he started, trying to recover and hoping his ears weren't too red. "Good God, look at ya! I barely even recognized ya." Drayton hoped that was explanation enough for his gawking. You visibly let it slide, gracious as ever and, much like before you had left and he was grateful.
"Not too different I hope." you laughed, eyeing the way his blush seemed to seep up from his collar.
"Oh, I'd know that smile anywhere." Did that make it sound like he'd been thinking about it? No, no, that was a normal thing to say considering he'd been a regular of yours. Still, he cleared his throat, the hand holding the grocery basket fidgeting, causing the metal to bounce off his thigh. "When'd y'get back?"
"Actually, just last night." you hummed, noticing his nervous twitching in your peripheral vision as you kept your eyes on his face. "I'm back down for my Spring Break. Two whole weeks to try and catch up with everyone." A laugh passed your lips and Drayton swallowed thickly.
"I'm sure y'got tons a'people bangin' down y'r door t'see ya." Who wouldn't want to?, his mind finished quietly. Shame smothered the thought as quickly as it came. The Cook straightened his posture in an attempt to reign himself in. "Think a'couple of y'r old friends are still stuck here."
"Yeah, a few actually." You couldn't help yourself. It was obvious the man you'd held a flame for was looking at you differently. Silently you thanked whatever God was listening that you'd thought to pack the jeans and tight crop top you were currently wearing. You wanted to test the waters though- see how interested he actually was. "Do you remember that football player I used to date back in my senior year? Jacob?"
The muscles in Drayton's jaw tightened as he attempted to act casual.
"'Course."
You tried to fight the smile that threatened to give you away. Instead, you hooked an index finger around a strand of hair and twirled it, popping a hip out as you tucked your chin down slightly.
"He actually gave me a call the other day; can you believe it? After the way he broke it off for some cheerleader, I was honestly shocked he had the nerve." Part of you felt bad as you drug this out, watching the eldest Sawyer try to look both interested enough but disinterested at the same time. "He told me that the local college was gonna be off for break too. Wondered if I was plannin' on comin' down."
A pit had formed in Drayton's stomach. The voice in his head that had once resembled that of his father scolded him. What was he doing getting all doe-eyed for a woman a decade and a half younger than him? Of course you would be seeking out prospects in your own age group, even if it was the Anderson's boy, the dolt. Anger came to wash away the sting of his imagined rejection. He could feel the way his jaw was clenching and tried his best to relax for your sake. As you spoke he nodded, not trusting himself to say something at the present moment.
"Apparently the drive-in is showing Dirty Harry this week. Jacob invited me to go." Perhaps you were being a bit mean. The way his face was set in a stressed manor told you that you were right in your suspicion. Maybe a part of you wanted him to feel the way you had felt years ago, wanted him to feel the way you felt even now. As much as you had wished your feelings for him would die while at college, they hadn't. It had made it difficult to date as you had always felt like you hadn't been allowed to explore what you'd really wanted. Now was your chance and it could either be a dream come true or blow up in your face.
When had you ever shrunk away from the cliff's edge?
"I told him I might have another date." At this, Drayton's brow furrowed in confusion. Were you just trying to rub it in his face how desirable you were? Why on earth were you trying to-
You stepped closer to him, your hand leaving your hair to smooth out a wrinkle in his shirt near his collar. The Cook sucked in a breath, his head swimming as he took in the sweet perfume you wore. His thoughts crashed against one another as he scolded himself for wanting desperately to melt into your touch. Fear won as he became rigid, blue eyes daring to make contact with your own as you looked at him up through your lashes.
"I know you like to keep a tight schedule, but maybe you could make an exception tonight?" you asked softly as if it were a secret being shared between the two of you. Your fingers began to play with the button on his shirt as nerves got the better of you.
"I-I-" This had to be a prank. You were pulling his leg. There was no way in heaven or hell you would want to go on a date with him. Yet the way you were looking at him in that moment, open and vulnerable, he knew that you were serious. Red blossomed across his cheeks, bleeding over to match the tips of his ears. He tried to recover what little dignity he had left.
"W-well I'll have t'move some chores around but-"
"Is that a yes?" A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
"I could pick ya up at eight, if that ain't too late."
You gave a squeal of excitement, unable to contain yourself any longer. Joy colored your features as he finally let a crooked grin slip onto his face. God you had missed his smile. Butterflies flooded your stomach as you finally took yourself from his personal space. Drayton leaned after you ever so slightly, caught in your orbit. Pink bloomed on your cheekbones and you bit on your bottom lip as The Cook took notice of your blush.
"I'll see you tonight then." You punctuated the word 'tonight' with a light tap to his chest.
"Tonight." Drayton breathed, nerves already sending a tremor to his hands.
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Drayton wiped his palms on his dress pants for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. His mouth felt like cotton while his hands felt clammy, his stomach twisting on him any time he looked at you. He had started the evening strong. After talking himself up, convincing himself this wasn't that big of a deal, he had left the house with a passing excuse to his brothers of needing to run errands. The Cook made sure to put on his best suit, or at least the one that was the least threadbare. He had stopped at the florists and picked up a bouquet of sunflowers and arrived at your home five minutes before eight. Any confidence he had was torn from him the moment you answered the door. You had gone with a little black dress that left little to the imagination, your hair curled and make up done to match. To Drayton, you looked like a movie star. He had told you as much as you took the flowers to place in a vase, earning him one of your beautiful laughs. As you walked to his truck, he had practically stumbled over himself to get the door for you. The trip to the drive-in was rather awkward with you heading most of the conversation as he white-knuckled the steering wheel.
He had pulled his beat up truck into the very back of the drive-in on your instruction. The clear fact that you wanted privacy brought a shake to his fingers. The logical part of his brain told him it was ridiculous that he was so apprehensive. It wasn't like he hadn't been on a date in his life. It just happened to have been about twenty or so years ago. Once his parents had left and he was responsible for his brothers, everything else was placed on hold. Whether that was fair or not really didn't matter. He had placed his needs and his desires on a shelf and unboxing that was confusing, terrifying, and exhilarating.
"Have, uh, have y'been t' San Francisco?" he asked, clearing his throat in an attempt to disguise his nerves. Pointing to the screen, he offered you a slight grin. "Can't imagine the cops there are so, uh, hard-boiled." You returned his smile and shook your head.
"Nah. Farthest I've been is Los Angeles. San Francisco is too far of'a drive from San Diego." A blush touches your skin as his eyes raked over you as he nodded with a hum.
"All these movies make California look so violent. Makes it seem like, well y'know, all these people get murdered every damn weekend or somethin'." Drayton snorts, feeling some control over himself as he spoke. "These big Hollywood movies are so loud nowadays. All the shootin' a-and fightin' or people robbin' a place." He gestures to the screen as the hero starts shooting.
You can't help but laugh, gaining his attention once more. Drayton chuckles with you as he enjoys the melodic sound.
"That is such a Drayton thing to say." you tease as you scoot closer to him on the bench seat. He wrinkles up his nose as he casually throws an arm over the back of the seat to frame you as you move next to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he congratulates himself for being so casual about the move.
"What's that supposed t'mean?" Although his tone is sharp, there's no bite behind it and you grin.
"You would think action movies are just noise." His smile turns slightly embarrassed and you knock your knee gently into his. "Are there any movies you do enjoy?"
"I...I like Westerns." he admits quietly, his expression turning soft as you reach up to grab his wrist in order to bring his arm down from the cushion to around your shoulders. You're so close to him now and he once again is washed in your sweet scent. It triggers a memory of laying under peach trees as a boy and his chest aches for a moment. Blue eyes study your face, fear bleeding through as his eyebrows knit together.
"I could see that." you hummed, allowing the moment to be. As much as you wanted him, wanted to live out your years old fantasies, you couldn't help but cherish this present point in time.
The glow of the screen lit your skin, casting shadows that highlighted your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, the curve of your lips. Before he had time to think about it, Drayton reached out with his free hand and traced his thumb under your bottom lip and down to your chin. Blue eyes locked on yours, silently asking for permission to take this past a line that couldn't be uncrossed. The nod you gave was ever so slight, easily missed if he hadn't been so engrossed in you. The last tether that held all his doubts, all his reasons of why he shouldn't be here, all his insecurities, broke as he leaned down to capture your lips with his own.
His lips were slightly chapped yet surprisingly soft. A sigh of euphoria breathed out your nose as you melted into the kiss, his hand sliding from your chin up the back of your neck to cradle your head. Drayton was timid at first, years of lack of practice making him stiff. You easily took the reins, moving your lips against his as he followed your lead, stumbling only twice before you both fell into a rhythm. You could taste the spearmint mouthwash he had used before picking you up and you smiled gently into his mouth. Your lip balm tasted like honey and he couldn't help but think about how fitting that was. As you shifted your body to face him, your hands came to his chest and you could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, a wave of butterflies crashing over you knowing he was just as overwhelmed.
Drayton moved his arm that had been over your shoulders as you turned to him, instead opting to snake around your waist. A low needy noise rumbled at the back of his throat when he felt your tongue slide over his bottom lip. Parting his lips, the tip of his tongue met yours tentatively before you both deepened the kiss. His grip on you tightened as you swirled your tongue around his own, one of your hands fisting his shirt as the other began to work open his top button. The hand that was in your hair pulled away to grab your wrist suddenly, a hesitant noise mumbled into your mouth as he broke the kiss. Drayton placed his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, shaking his head slightly.
"I-I don't think…" he swallowed thickly, face scrunching up as he tried to unjumble his thoughts. You cupped his face in your hands, leaning back a tad as you encouraged him to look at you.
"It's ok." you soothed, thumbs running along the marionette lines on his face. "Talk to me, Dray." The Cook melted slightly at the nickname, eyes fluttering closed at your soothing touch. He took a deep breath before trying again.
"I ain't exactly in my prime anymore." Your movements slowed. "I ain't outta shape, but I sure as hell don't look like any a'them young people y'been with." Blue eyes opened to lock with your own. "I just…" Your eyebrows raised, indicating to him to keep going. "...don't wanna disappoint." His face twisted into a scowl, though sadness filtered through betraying him.
"Oh Drayton." A lovesick smile spread across your face, bringing confusion to his own. "I've been attracted to you since before I ever left this town." you admitted. This did nothing to wipe the bewildered expression from his features. Drayton pulled back and out of your grasp yet kept his hold of your waist. You opted to rest your palms on his forearms, fingers playing with the checkered pattern of his jacket.
"I don't underst- me ?" This tugged a laugh from you as you nodded.
"I'm not blowin' smoke up your ass, Drayton. I'm bein' serious."
"Before y'left?" He scoffed, a lip curling. "I'm old enough t'be y'r damn father, f'r fucks sake!" This finally brought your bashfulness out as you ducked your head slightly.
"I-I know that. That's why I never said anythin'." You looked down as you pulled your hands off of him and into your lap. "To be honest, I figured I'd just get over it once I went off to school." Drayton watched as you began to play with your fingers, your voice growing quiet. "But I didn't. I dated, but all I could think about was you. I...I've always wanted this."
The Cook was quiet now, all puzzlement leaving his face. His heart swelled at your words. Even when he was a teenager and fooling around with those he was interested in, he couldn't recall ever having someone admit what you just had. To be wanted was something he had always craved; to not just be needed for something but to be sought after, pinned after, to be truly desired. Calloused hands mimicked the way you had held his face moments before as he kissed you once more. A surprised noise leaked from your throat at the contact yet he didn't give you time to recover before he was breaking away from you. He flipped the key in the ignition, starting up the old truck and throwing it into reverse. It was your turn to look lost.
"This ain't nearly enough privacy f'r what I wanna do t'ya." he stated lowly, shooting you a quick look, something hungry behind his eyes. It shot a twang of heat down to your core as you gripped the dashboard as he peeled out of the parking lot. Your mind raced over nights you'd spent alone in bed imagining scenarios just like this. A dampness started against your lacy panties as you slid your hand to his thigh. Drayton glanced over to you, his classic crooked grin plastered to his face. He felt far more free than he had in years as he drove down the main road towards the town limits.
The two of you traveled out of town for about a third of a mile before Drayton pulled his truck off onto a dirt road that branched off of the main highway. You slowly inched your fingers up his leg until you were skimming the crease where his pelvis started. The eldest Sawyer took this as his cue to finally stop the truck, feeling satisfied that the truck was off in the desert enough that you both wouldn't be seen from the main road. Even with the headlights off, the full moon overhead that rode among the Milky Way was enough to bathe you in a romantic light. His hand came to your chin, dragging you to his lips as they crashed against your own. He kissed you a moment before pulling back an inch.
"Come with me t'the bed of my truck." Drayton breathed against your lips with a grin. Your eyes widened as you matched his smile before parting from him to get out. He was giddy, feeling like a teenager again as he met you at the tailgate and pulled it down. The Cook stepped close to you before placing both hands on your upper waist and lifting you suddenly to sit you on the lowered metal, laughing at the surprised squeak you gave. He watched you intently as you swung your legs up, your dress hiking up as you did so, keeping your rear just barely covered. A heat began to form in his gut at the sight, urging him to follow after you into the truck bed.
Drayton crawled to the large tool box that was slid just under the back window of the truck cab and unlocked it with a key on his keyring. You peaked over his shoulder to see various handyman tools such as large wrenches, a hammer, and a mallet all covered in what looked to be rust in the white light of the moon. Next to those were a few blankets folded up which the eldest Sawyer grabbed before closing up and locking the tool box. Turning his attention back to you, his smile turned a tad bashful as he started to unfold the blankets.
"I don't want y'r back gettin' all cold on the metal." he offered as he began laying out the fabric on the floor of the truck bed. You blushed deeply as everything became incredibly real. The two of you were out here far enough from civilization to be as loud and as intimate as you wanted. The second Drayton had put down the last sheet you were on him, your lips connecting with his as you kissed him deeply. He let out a surprised noise before recovering and melting into the contact. The Cook pulled you flush against him as you nipped at his bottom lip and the heat on your cheeks grew as you felt his cock dig into your lower stomach, the material of his trousers scratching against the satin of your dress. You couldn't help but moan lightly into his mouth, Drayton taking the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands traveled across your bare upper back, a couple calloused fingers playing with the spaghetti strap on your right shoulder. The two of you clung to one another for a moment longer before Drayton broke the kiss with a shaky breath, his nose brushing tenderly against your own.
"Lay down." he commanded, his voice ever so slightly hoarse. You nodded, making a show of sliding your hands down from his neck to his chest before stopping at his belt as you crouched down. He was quick to follow you as he got down on his knees, watching intently as you tipped back onto your rear and moved yourself backwards to accommodate for him. Drayton crawled after you and positioned himself over you as he slid between your legs, your knees framing his hips. You kept yourself propped up on your elbows, eagerly meeting his lips as he came down to kiss you once more. One hand came to just under your ribcage and pushed down gently, a pleased hum vibrating against your mouth as you complied, the soft plush of the blankets meeting your back.
He kept his body hovered above you as the two of you kissed, one hand supporting himself next to your shoulder while his other came to your thigh. Drayton splayed his palm flat against your soft skin before ever so slowly moving up towards your hip. You keened into his mouth as his fingertips slipped under the short hem of your dress, his teeth raking along your bottom lip as he inched higher to meet the edge of your panties. Drayton silently cursed the way his hands trembled, nerves and years of lack of engagement getting the better of him. Still, he pressed on, hooking a long index finger around the lace and giving it a tug. You tilted your hips upwards eagerly, allowing him to slide the fabric down your leg as far as it would go before repeating the motion on the other side. His name slipped past your lips and he shivered, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he removed your panties fully. Swallowing hard, Drayton pulled back enough to look at you, his chest aching at the way your eyes were hooded and your lips slightly swollen and shining.
"If y'want me t'stop-"
" Please don't."
The need in your voice made him suck in a sharp breath. Just for tonight he could let go. His responsibilities were a thousand miles away at this moment. He could just be ; be here with you and feel you, please you, be wanted by you as much as you were wanted by him.
He brought his index and middle fingers to your lips, watching you intently as you put on a show for him. You gave feather-light kisses to the tips of them before bringing them just past your lips. Making sure to hold his gaze the entire time, you gave his skin a gentle suck before taking in more of his fingers, your hand coming to his wrist to guide him. His pulse quickened under your grasp as you swirled your tongue around his digits, making sure to coat them in your saliva sufficiently. A moan bubbled up from the back of his throat as he watched you, imagining your show on another part of his body. Finally you pulled backward on his arm and he withdrew, soaking up the sight of you as you leaned back and opened your legs for him.
Drayton's head spun as he slid his fingers down over your clit, watching the way your hips stuttered towards him as he dipped lower and in between your folds. You were already wet for him, a fact that went straight to his cock as he swirled around your entrance as you sighed his name. While he may have been inexperienced in other ways when it came to intimacy, far off memories from his youth reminded him to go slow as he pushed his middle finger into you. The noise that passed your lips into the air between the two of you was enough to bring him to the edge on its own. His finger was long and rough and your walls immediately clenched down on him as your head swam with lust. Drayton withdrew just as slowly as he had pushed in, blue eyes focusing in on your expressions. You were slick which made it easy to move though he was still cautious. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you but fuck if he didn't want to hear you make more sounds like you just had. He opted to speed up his pace a bit, falling into a steady rhythm to which you responded with a beautiful sigh. Curiosity got the better of him in a desire to find what made you feel the best and as he withdrew he chose to twist his wrist while adding a bit of pressure from the tip of his finger inside you. The gasp that it pulled from you made him bite back his own whine. Pushing back into you, he repeated the motion as he drew out again and couldn't stop his grin at the way you reached up above you to grasp the blankets.
"Oh Drayton…" you sighed, your other hand coming to grip his arm that he was supporting himself with. He bit his bottom lip, adoring the way you said his name. He wanted more, wanted you louder, wanted to hear you beg for him. As he pulled back out he added his index finger, reveling in the way you clenched down around the added digit. Your moan was a tad louder this time as you arched your back ever so slightly, your hips rolling down onto his fingers. It wasn’t enough.
“God, y’re so beautiful.” Drayton praised as he picked up speed once again. Your face was hot though a different type of heat curled in the pit of your stomach. You attempted to shake your head in disagreement but were caught by another gasp as he twisted both digits inside of you. He applied pressure again, hooking his fingers slightly within you and you arched up off of the bed of the truck. Drayton couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of finding what felt good to you. Scissoring his fingers apart before bringing them back together as he pulled back out only to twist his way back into you brought a noise from your lips that had him aching in his trousers. He refused to give you time to catch your breath, repeating the action a couple more times before moving his fingers together again and hooking them once more. This time, however, he hit a pleasure point within you and your cry was higher and louder. Drayton groaned out a curse, choosing to not let up as he massaged the spot.
"D-Drayton I- ah !" The grip you had on his arm tightened, your legs giving his hips a squeeze as he fingered you. "Please-"
"What's that darlin'?" he teased, finally letting up in favor of sliding in and out of you even faster. Your nails scraped down the cotton above your head before fisting into your hair, quick little noises spilling from your mouth. The look on his face was smug and you couldn't even blame him. You tried to respond, but as you opened your mouth he found your spot once more and applied pressure and all you could do was keen. The heat rising within you told you that if he kept hitting you there your orgasm would rush to you soon. Drayton could feel how your walls were clenching around him, the yes's repeating from your lips telling him he was bringing you closer to the edge. The thought of you cumming on his fingers was intoxicating and in that moment he was sure that he'd never wanted anything more than this in his life.
"Y'look so perfect. Like an angel." he cooed, leaning in to kiss along your collarbone as you arched up in time with the twist of his fingers. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a shuddered noise leaving you at the praise. "Sound like one too." Another kiss. "But I wanna hear y'beg f'r me. Think y'could do that, darlin'?" His teeth drug along your skin as he followed the curve of your neck before he finally pulled back to look at you. You started rocking into his thrusts, trying desperately to meet his fast pace as you nodded quickly at his request.
"P-please Drayton…" you began, tone timid as you dared to make eye contact with him. Even in the light of the moon you could tell his pupils were just as blown as yours. He cocked an eyebrow as if to say You can do better than that . "I want you." you admitted before you shook your head. "I- mm - I need you! Please Dray, I-I'm so close. Don't stop, please- ah - don't stop!"
" Fuck I could listen t'that all day." Drayton murmured before leaning in for one last kiss, his lips crashing against your own. There was a desperation behind it for both of you, hearts swelling at the contact in a moment that felt like you were connected on an entirely different level. He broke the kiss and you whined in protest, eyes watching the way his tongue slid over his bottom lip before he started fingering you hard and fast. Your cries pitched up an octave as he angled his digits inside of you, adding a slight pressure against your walls with every thrust in. He could feel you start to flutter around him as you neared your release, his cock painfully hard at the way you stammered out his name as you writhed under him. Drayton hooked his fingers within you one last time and you were spilling over, the ecstacy of your orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you cried out into the night air.
He slowed his movements, fingers helping you ride out your orgasm as you came down from you high. Your head was spinning, the pleasure like nothing you had ever done on your own. The sighs that passed your lips told him to still, not wanting to overstimulate you to the point of pain. As he finally withdrew long fingers from you, he couldn't help but pop them into his mouth as he made eye contact with you. You were thankful for the afterglow clouding your thoughts, though embarrassment still tugged at the back of your mind as he sucked his fingers clean. Drayton savored your taste on his tongue, relishing in the sharp sweetness of you. He wanted nothing more than to dip between your legs and lick you clean, but the thought was interrupted by you sitting up suddenly. Your hands came to the edges of his blazer on his shoulders, pushing it off of him before tugging it off the rest of the way. Nerves suddenly came crashing back down in his mind like a tidal wave as he straightened up.
"Wh-what're y'doin'?" he stammered out with an anxious laugh.
"I told you that I wanted you, didn't I?" you purred, fingers coming up to work open the buttons on his dress shirt. You got two open before he grabbed both your hands with his own. A confused look came to your features as you looked back up at him. That same embarrassed fear from before had locked itself onto his face giving you pause.
"Listen I, uh…" Drayton wasn't exactly sure how to put this that didn't make him sound utterly pathetic, especially considering he was sure you weren't in the same boat. "I haven't, um-" he cleared his throat, trying again. "I-It's just that I never got the chance t'- Jesus ." He wiped a hand down over his face as he grimaced. To his ears he sounded pathetic trying to explain this to you. A soft smile touched your lips as you put two and two together, shifting up onto your knees as you went back to unbuttoning his shirt albeit this time much slower.
"Drayton." Your voice was gentle and he finally looked back to you, his teeth chewing into his bottom lip. "I don't mind. You and I haven't ever been together, so it's the first time no matter what." The smile on your face grew as he visibly relaxed as he considered your words. The Cook gently nodded though his jaw was still tight. As you reached his last button, you untucked the material from his pants and helped him shed it from his arms. The only thing left between you and his chest was his white undershirt which you tugged at, encouraging him to remove it himself, to engage with you in this. "Let me make you feel good too." He swallowed thickly, hands stalling near the edge of the now untucked top before making the commitment and sliding it up and over his head.
It was your turn to take control as you motioned for him to lay down where you had been. The two of you switched positions, the moon light giving away the deep blush that started from his cheeks and spread down and across his collarbone. Even with his age, you could see that his arms were toned from years of working the farm. You trailed your hands down his bare chest, his face contorting with bashfulness. In his opinion, he was nothing to look at, his prime leaving him when he exited his twenties. The hair on his chest was speckled with grey hair much like his head was. Still, as he glanced back up at you, he was surprised to find a lust-filled look in your eye. It made him feel a tad more confident though it wasn't enough to pull him all the way out of his own head. It wasn't until you moved to straddle him that he was brought completely away from himself and his insecurities, eyes going wide at the way you gripped his belt before guiding down onto him.
You could tell he had length to him as you rocked down on his clothed dick, smirking as you pulled a moan from him. His hands came to your hips almost immediately as a way to ground himself. Twirling your hips and coming down against him on each rotation, you knew you were leaving a wet spot against the flap of his trousers. You were sure he'd probably be pissed about it later but for the moment he was trying desperately to watch you even as the pleasure drove his head back. Already his breathing was becoming slightly ragged, the stimulation welcomed after his adventure with you earlier. He looked good like this, coming undone slowly under you with only the beginning of what you had to offer. You wanted more, needed more.
Your hands left his belt, arms crossing over yourself as you hooked under the edge of your dress. In one fluid motion you pulled the black satin up and off yourself, leaving you bare for him. In the cool night air of the desert your nipples hardened slightly as goosebumps barely raised along your skin. Drayton sucked in a breath under you.
" Christ… " he murmured, rough hands immediately attaching back to your hips as he felt along your plump flesh. He had to have died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for how someone as perfect as you could be in this position with him now. "Y'really are angelic." he finished and you couldn't help but giggle as you guided one of his hands to your breast. You felt his cock twitch in his pants underneath you as he cupped you, the pad of his thumb sliding over your hard bud. A pleased sigh left you and he slid his other hand up the middle of your torso before resting between your chest as he massaged your breast. Blue eyes moved over your form hungrily, his hips bucking up into you in time with your grinding. You could feel that you were growing wet all over again, this new slick mixing with your previous cum. The teasing was fun but it wasn't enough.
Your hands crawled back to his belt and you made quick work of unlatching it before popping open his button. As much as it pained you, you lifted yourself off of him to scoot back, knees now on either side of his thighs. Drayton couldn't stop the needy noise that left him as his hands were forced to slip from you, too lost in the moment to feel shame for it. You slid his zipper down, opening up his dress pants to view his boxer briefs, biting your bottom lip at the way his cock was straining against the fabric. Hooking your fingers into the elastic, you shimmied down his underwear and pants, stuttering your movements when his dick sprang free up onto his stomach before quickly taking them off the rest of the way and pushing the articles behind you.
From the way you had been rutting against him, you could tell he was a good size but now with nothing between you, you had to admit, he surprised you. He was at least six inches with an average thickness and a slight curve to the left. A thick vein ran up the underside of his cock, visible even in the low light. A few freckles littered his thighs, disappearing into his public hair. The hair itself was neatly trimmed, though you expected nothing less with how well he kept the rest of himself. You blushed at the way your mouth actually watered at the sight, a hand coming to curl around his base. Drayton let out a hiss as he bucked up into your hand and you smiled, adoring how eager he was. You gave him a few slow strokes, twisting as you came up to his head and he gave a low moan in response, the noise going straight to the heat in your core. A pearl of precum leaked out of the tip and you swirled it onto his pink cock head with the pad of your thumb. Drayton gasped, clearly sensitive.
"Darlin' please. " Any shame he had displayed when the two of you first began was gone completely from his voice as he looked down at you. "I've been ready since I drove us out here." He sat up, reaching for you. Your eyes fluttered closed a moment as he cupped your cheek and kissed you, lightly sucking on your bottom lip as his other hand reached in between your legs. Two fingers found your clit and he swirled into it gently, pulling a needy noise from you, muffled as your lips moved fervently against his. Finally you broke away, other hand pushing him back down onto the blankets and you moved after him, coming back over his pelvis. You lined his cock up with your entrance, eyes coming to make contact with his own. You made sure to hold his gaze as you sunk down onto him, pleasure coloring both of your faces as your walls closed in around him.
Drayton swore and gasped, hands coming to grip your thighs hard enough to bruise. You choked out a sob of satisfaction, grateful that you were as wet as you were. His cock stuffed you full as you finally slid down to the hilt, your bodies flush against one another. You paused, trying your damnedest to relax.
"Shit y're tight." he rasped, his head lolling back as your walls trembled around him.
"You're big." you countered as you tried to catch your breath. You needed to move; it was the only way you would be able to accommodate him. Using your thighs, you worked yourself back up, your movements just as slow. Both of you moaned, your hair falling forward as you rocked your head down, your eyes squeezing shut. Drayton blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the way you felt around him. After a couple slow movements, you felt your juices slick him up enough to make it easier for you to push him in and out of you. You fell into a rhythm, sighs and moans spilling from you into the cool air.
Drayton finally brought his eyes back to you, groaning at the sight of you on his cock. Your breasts bounced in time with your movements and he couldn't stop himself from touching them. As you steadied yourself on his torso, he traced the outer rim of your nipples with his thumbs, loving the way they puckered up at his touch. Experimentally, he pinched at your right nipple, dick twitching within you at the gasp it drew from you. The Cook rolled the bud between his fingers and you dipped your head to the side, strands of hair falling into your face. Before he registered it, he was talking- praising you as you fucked yourself on him.
"Y'feel amazin'. God, look at ya. Y're so perfect, y'know that? Feel so good around me." You smiled, switching up how you came down on him in favor of rolling your hips towards him instead of just a simple up and down. This earned you a loud moan, a smile coming to his own features as he bucked up into you to meet you as you came down. The curve of his shaft added a wonderful pressure, the sensation more noticeable with your new movement. " Fuck , oh darlin', just like that."
As he continued to rave about the way you rode him, you had a passing thought about how grateful you were that he had taken you out to the middle of nowhere. The mere thought of him holding back and keeping quiet made you scoff internally. If you were honest, you wondered if he was even capable. You made a mental note of testing that theory next time, you smile widening at the idea of a " next time ".
Bringing yourself back to this moment, you dug your nails into his chest as he continued to meet you with every thrust, needy noises leaking from your lips. The Cook hissed at the bite of pain, surprised at how good it felt in contrast to the way your cunt squeezed around him each time you brought him into you. One hand left your chest, palm flat against your torso as it traveled down past your navel. Turning his hand to the side as he reached your pelvis, his calloused thumb found your clit and began to rub circles into it in time with your grinding. This caused your rhythm to falter, the contact shooting pleasure through your body as you gasped his name. You tried to regain your tempo but it was sloppy now as he kept at his pace; not too hard, not too fast- the perfect amount of pressure to have you clenching hard around him.
"Oh Drayton, fuck !" you cried out, head falling back as you quickened your pace on him. His stomach flopped pleasantly as you snapped your head back up and leaned forward, stabilizing yourself on his chest. Little " oh 's" spilled from your lips and he could tell that you were starting to come back to your orgasm. Sitting up, Drayton pulled his hands away from you suddenly to which you whined in protest, lust clouding your vision as you focused back in on his face. You were about to ask why he had stopped when he wrapped one arm around your torso and used his other to help flip your position, placing him on top of you as your back made contact with the truck bed once more. Drayton slipped out of you momentarily as he grabbed your legs and guided them around his hips. He leaned back down into you, pushing his cock back into your slick cunt, filling you up once more as he slammed his full length into you.
You gasped out a lust-filled moan at the rough pace he started to set, your legs eagerly squeezing his waist. Drayton bowed his upper body down against you, propping himself up on one elbow while his other arm remained extended as he steadied himself. He kissed on your neck, the action sloppy as he pounded into you. Your arms snaked under his own as you scratched up his shoulder blades, head thrown back to give him better access to your throat. Filthy noises filled the air as he fucked you, his cock absolutely coated in your juices. It only made him thrust into you harder, adoring the way it sounded mixed with your moans. Drayton bit down on the soft skin where your shoulder met your neck and the way you called out his name in response had him groaning into your flesh. He couldn't even think straight, acting all on instinct as he sucked on the tender spot, your nails dragging down his back leaving puckered lines in his freckled skin.
You could feel your orgasm boiling up within you as he pistoned into you and you begged him not to stop. You hooked your feet together around his hips, trapping him against you. His hand came to cup your cheek, bringing your attention to his face as he gazed down at you. A crooked smile graced his features as he softly dragged his thumb across your cheek, the action in large contrast with the way he was pushing in and out of you. The feeling it sent through your chest was unlike anything you had ever felt before and in that moment you knew this was more than just infatuation. Your breath caught in your throat as you slid your hands from his back, coming back between the two of you to rest on either side of his neck. Pulling yourself up off of the blankets, you kissed him deeply, Drayton meeting your lips with just as much passion.
When you came it felt like no other time before. Euphoria washed over your whole being, rolling its way from your core to your brain, butterflies swirling in the aftershocks. You said his name against his lips, affection dripping from each syllable. Your walls clenched hard around him, bringing him to his own release. It only took a few more thrusts before he was cumming deep within you, burying himself to the hilt as he spoke your name, his forehead pressing against yours as he pumped into you. His orgasm was overwhelming, his mind swimming with only thoughts of you as he rocked ever so slightly into you. Drayton imagined this must be what heaven felt like, knowing this was as close as he would ever get with the way he lived his life now.
The eldest Sawyer stayed buried within you as he pulled back enough to look at you, his smile soft and vulnerable. You gazed up at him, your own expression gentle as he pushed a few strands of hair from your forehead. Fingertips trailed feather-light down the side of your cheek and you couldn't help but cherish this moment; the desert quiet around the two of you and the Milky Way glittering behind Drayton as he looked down at you like you were something precious. It was better than any dream you could have ever conjured and you thanked the powers that be.
Drayton kissed the corners of your mouth before coming to your lips, the contact slow and sweet as he tried to commit the feeling to memory. No matter what happened once you left this space behind for the evening, he would have this to hold on to. As you reached up to cradle his face in your hands he held your gaze, allowing the emotions that swirled within him to make a home. Tomorrow he could deal with shutting that all off to survive, but tonight he was yours, and just because he didn't know how to name the swelling in his chest as you smiled at him didn't mean he couldn't invite it to shape this memory.