[ SMUT (intermittent) WARNING! don't want it? don't read it
also, for those worried, I just woke up and it's 3 am and I threw up more and now am drinking a gatorade and sitting up for a while ]
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TAKING ME SO WELL.
MARS KNEW BETTER. She knew better than to go to motel rooms with strangers from bars.
But that stranger had her splayed out on the bed, his tongue a brush that was painting a masterpiece between her thighs.
"Oh, god, Scott," she moaned, her head thrown back against the pillow as she grasped his hair desperately, her hips shifting up against his tongue that was swirling nonstop around her clit.
Scott just hummed against her as she pulled his hair, loving the feeling, and the vibrations had her whimpering.
It had started innocently enough. Well, that wasn't true.
His hand kept traveling up her thigh as she kept scooting closer until she was practically on top of his lap at the bar. And when he leaned in for a kiss, it wasn't long before his tongue was exploring every inch of her mouth, her putting up no resistance. How could she when he rolled his tongue so perfectly?
Next thing she knew, that damn piece of gum he'd been chewing all night was in her mouth.
And now that tongue was working against her clit at such a deliciously perfect pace, her brown eyes rolling back into her head. Her legs trembled and her toes curled when she came, choking on his name as he dutifully lapped up every ounce of her release like it was his last meal before placing sloppy kisses to the inside of her thighs.
"Holy shit," she breathed out as Scott crawled up her body. His large hands worked at the button of her skirt, because he hadn't even taken the time to undress her before eating her out fervently. "Since when to engineer nerds know how to do that?"
Scott's grin was breathtaking as he chuckled, looking down at her with darkened blue eyes while yanking the hard fabric down her hips.
"Call me a nerd again, and I won't show you what else we can do," he told her while cupping her cheek softly.
"Let me keep my mouth shut then," she said, smirking as she leaned into his touch.
"Hmm, I don't know about that either," he murmured, his thumb brushing her bottom lip for a moment before forcing them open, sliding his digit inside. He groaned as she swirled her tongue expertly around his thumb, a promise of what was to come.
Him, hopefully.
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"I don't see why we gotta do no collaboration."
"Boone, it'll be good for the views and good for the people," Tyler sighed.
The Tornado Wrangler crew was just passing state lines, arriving in Oklahoma late at night. And Boone had been complaining about this so called Mars Rivera for a good thirty minutes. He wasn't a fan of the whole collab idea that Dani set up. Their little family was all their channel needed, in his opinion.
Besides, she was from Miami. He didn't need no girl from a big city coming in and messing with the way they ran their channel — Dani had given her full editing control on the final videos for both their channels.
"Boone, she's a good gal," Dani said.
They had their radio on an open channel so that they could all talk while driving in three separate vehicles.
"She's a stranger, Dani!" he whined. "We don't let no strangers around us."
"We're letting a stranger from London come run with us in a week," Lily pointed out, a frown no doubt fixed on her face.
In addition to being joined by Mars, a reporter named Ben would be coming to write an article about American Storm chasing that focused on Tyler and his methods. It was a big month for the Storm Wranglers.
Boone was still pouting — he was mainly upset about the editing aspect, truthfully, as he was the one that always edited their videos. He didn't like the idea of working with someone that used different styles and angles than him.
"Well, how y'all even know she's that big a deal? What d'we need a collab for? We got a million subscribers," he pointed out.
"Try two million," Dani said. "As in her number of subscribers."
"Jesus," Boone said, his eyes wide. Then he glanced at Tyler. "Didn't know you could get that many."
Tyler just chuckled and shook his head. "We'll have that many one day. And her working with us will help."
"Boone," Dexter chimed in, "she's a big deal. She's worked with some of the greatest nonprofits in the world — not to mention some of the biggest celebrities."
"Yeah, like who?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lady Gaga and Born This Way," Dani told him.
"Elton John's AIDS Foundation," Lily added.
"Freaking Beyonce and Beygood, man," Dexter told him.
"Not to mention Dolly Parton and—"
Boone found himself cutting Tyler off excitedly. "She's worked with Dolly?"
That made all of them chuckle, knowing how much Boone loved Dolly Parton. But he managed to reel in his excitement a moment later.
"Maybe she ain't that bad," he muttered.
"Just watch one of her videos, B," Tyler told him. "Dani, send him the Dolly one."
"You got it, boss."
A second later, Boone's phone buzzed with a link to a YouTube video. It was simply titled 'The Dollywood Foundation — With The Queen of Country Herself'.
And when Boone hit play, he was met with the sight of Dolly Parton singing a version of Mars Rivera's regular intro song as the screen faded from black. Obviously, Boone's eyes instantly went to Dolly Parton, but then he heard the other woman on screen talking, gaining his attention.
She was talking about all the educational good that the Dollywood Foundation did, but Boone wasn't listening. No, he was just staring, his jaw going slack.
She was gorgeous, he thought, with long hair pulled into two braids. She wore a simple sweater in the video, a smile on her glossy lips as she spoke. He thought he must've been looking at an angel with the softest features and deepest brown eyes.
"T," Boone said weakly.
"Yeah?" Tyler asked, glancing at him.
"That's the perttiest girl I've ever seen in my life."
Lily barked out a laugh. "Oh, now he's okay with the collab."
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Mars' throat was a bit sore because damn, Scott was so long, but she didn't care all that much. Not after she'd rolled a condom she was so lucky she had onto his painfully hard cock, him getting ready to slide into her.
If she'd known she was going to come across the biggest cock she'd ever seen that night, she'd have packed more than one condom in her suitcase.
Scott was perfect without his clothes on, she now knew. He was hiding a mighty impressive form underneath the geeky polo shirt. One that was all smooth skin and hard lines and muscle.
And fuck, his cock was perfect for sucking on, the whole thing not even fitting in her mouth. She could've choked to death on it and died a happy woman, but he'd pulled out just a second before he came, wanting to hold off so that he could properly fuck her.
And now, his tip was rubbing against her aching clit teasingly, making her squirm.
"Scott," she breathed out. "Stop teasing."
He smirked down at her. "But the little face you make is so worth it."
As if to prove his point, he brushed against her clit again, making her moan and close her eyes, her mouth parting the slightest bit as she held his broad shoulders a little tighter.
"Please," she begged. And damn, she hated that she begged. But Scott was certainly worth the pleading.
"Yeah, alright, honey," he said before dipping down to kiss her.
Only to slide into her at the same time, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. She took him inch by inch, him stretching her impossibly wide.
His movements were slow and restrained, him giving her time to adjust as she dug her fingers into his back desperately, leaving marks behind that he'd feel in the morning every time he shifted his shoulders. How it just kept going and going, she didn't know, but finally, he reached the last inch.
She sucked in a sharp breath through her nose, hiding her face in his neck. "You're so big. I - I can't—"
"I know," he muttered, groaning as she clenched around him, finally bottoming out. "Taking me so well."
Mars whined — fucking whined — at his words. She'd never made that sound before.
When she eventually adjusted enough for him to keep going, she rolled her hips against his to get the message across. He cursed under his breath as she did so, not expecting it.
But then he got to work, beginning to thrust forcefully in and out of her, gaining speed with each one which took her breath away.
Mars was in complete and total bliss as he kissed her forcefully, him pistoning in and out of her at a brutal pace. He swallowed each of her moans and whines and whimpers with each roll of his strong hips, hitting something so deep inside of her that no one ever had before.
And Scott swore her tight cunt was made for him with the way it swallowed his cock, squeezing him so perfectly and tightly. He'd already thought he could die a happy man suffocating on her cunt when he ate her out, but he was glad he survived in order to feel this.
This fucking perfect feeling of being deep inside of her as she cried out his name in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard, hands clawing at his back.
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"Well, if she's here, we can go say 'hi' now," Boone said, an eagerness in his voice as Tyler parked the truck at the motel.
"First off, it's two in the morning. She's asleep," Tyler told him, giving him a pointed look before it morphed into a smirk. "And your crush is showing."
"I ain't got a crush," Boone muttered.
Except he did. He spent the rest of the ride watching as many of Mars Rivera's YouTube videos as he could. And god, he was falling for her beautiful face and caring nature without even having met her.
Already, Dani and Lily and Dexter had been making secret bets on whether he'd embarrass himself in front of her when they met the following day.
"Come on, Booney," Dani said, walking up to him as he got his bags out of the back of the truck. "You can wait a few more given that you didn't know she existed two hours ago."
Boone huffed while rolling his eyes. "'Scuse me for just wanting to make sure she feels welcomed by us all."
Lily smirked at him, joined by Dexter. "Oh, I'm sure you've got plans to make her feel real welcome to Oklahoma."
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"So, uh, welcome to Oklahoma, I guess," Scott muttered as he rolled off of Mars, still a bit breathless.
Mars let out an airy, breathy laugh. "Well, if that's the welcome I got, I shoulda come here years ago when my brother kept inviting me."
Then again, she'd been sixteen when her brother was still in college, so she wouldn't exactly have been getting any action
Scott glanced at her, rolling on his side and propping his hand on his head. "Your brother lives here?"
"Used to," she shrugged. "Went to Muskogee State."
He just nodded, not all that interested in her brother. He was more interested in the marks he'd left on her neck. He couldn't help but reach out, brushing his thumb across a dark one, marveling at it. Something in him always felt proud when he left marks behind.
"Good luck covering those up tomorrow," he said with a smirk.
Mars just matched it, finally rolling on her side to face him too. "Trust me, I'm a pro with a makeup brush."
After all, she was on camera all the time. She couldn't afford to not know how to expertly cover up a hickey.
Scott hummed lowly, not entirely thrilled by the idea of her covering them up. But then again, he'd likely never see her or the hickies again, so it didn't matter all that much.
"Now, help me find all my clothes," she said, beginning to sit up.
Only to yelp when Scott hooked a strong arm around her waist, pulling her close until their bare chests were pressed together. His hand slid down her back until her reached her ass, cupping it so that he could pull her up against his crotch.
"Or," he said, that charming grin back in his face, "you can join me in the shower."
"Hmm, something tells me we wouldn't get very clean."
"That's the idea."