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“Hey, mind if I use your radio?” I asked the John I’d just serviced. He shrugged and waved a hand over to it with a muttered ‘knock yourself out.’ I grabbed the mic and made a split second decision on what my handle should be—something I knew would be recognized by the man I was trying to reach. I wasn’t terribly well-versed in CB lingo, but I figured it couldn’t be too different from the shit people said on two-ways. Plus, I was vaguely aware of some terms and that swearing was generally frowned upon.
“Thirteenth Commander, do you copy?” I said, then waited. Static crackled, some other voices filtered through, but not Erwin’s. I tried again, “Thirteenth Commander, this is Killer Queen... do you copy?”
“Roger that... Killer Queen.” his familiar voice finally came through and goddamnit I could hear the smirk in it. “Got something to report?”
“Nothing I can say with Big Brother listening in, sweet cheeks,” I drawled, “We should meet up, then I can tell you everything.” Another user murmured something but I ignored it. “You know where my new stomping grounds are, right? Er—I mean, Rogue Titan can give you the location if he hasn’t already. I’ll be here. Killer Queen signing off.”
“Copy that,” came Erwin’s reply.
“What was all that about?” my client asked.
“Oh nothing, sweetheart…” I said, pushing him back down onto his bed, “Just ensuring something, you don’t have to worry about it.” I gave him a complimentary handjob as thanks for letting me use the radio.
I hoped it wouldn’t take Erwin too long to get out to where I was; I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but it belatedly dawned on me that he could’ve been anywhere in the country when I put that call out… and that I wasn’t entirely sure of where his company headquarters were to begin with. Oh, well. I’d been here for a while making a name for myself among the rest of the lot lizards; it’s not like I was in a hurry to bust out of this place yet.
I hoped he’d make it before the week was out, though. My birthday was coming up and why not celebrate it with one of my favorite cocks shoved deep inside my ass? I was determined to ride that thing like my life fucking depended on it because if there’s anything I always want, it’s some top shelf fucking. Seconded only by my constant need for cute clothes.
Speaking of which, I’d made some good money recently so I decided to treat myself and bought a couple new outfits to strut my stuff in and decided to put some cash aside to pay for a room for when Erwin got here. As much as I liked fucking in the backs of trucks, I just… I wanted to have some real room to move. I wanted to bounce on that dick to my heart’s content, maybe use some toys for extra fun. Shit, I was getting hard just fantasizing about it. Erwin needed to hurry the fuck up.
Erwin turned up a couple of days later, still in time for my special day. I made a beeline to the familiar black sleeper as soon as I noticed it pull into the yard I’d been prowling for a while now.
“Hey stranger,” I called up when he rolled down his window. He shook his head and waved at me to go ahead and get in the truck, so I clambered on inside. It was as nice as I remembered it.
“Nice outfit, as usual,” He chuckled, “Almost makes me happy that it’s been unseasonably warm these past few weeks.” I channeled my inner Madonna and struck a pose to better showcase it; leopard print booty shorts, a black halter top, fishnet thigh highs, and a pair of the most adorable, matching leopard print pumps I had been lucky enough to find at a thrift store in my size. Honestly, considering my clothing preferences, I was fairly thankful for my petite frame.
“The shorts are elastic,” I murmured as I leaned in close to his ear, “If you want I can leave them on while you fuck me.”
“Is that why you called me out here?” He replied, tone husky.
“Yeah, basically. My birthday is coming up and I figured it’d be nice to treat myself to one of my favorite cocks,” I said as I trailed a hand over the front of his pants, “If you’re cool with it, obviously. I was thinking we could get a room somewhere too.”
“Your birthday’s pretty close to Christmas, huh?”
“It’s on Christmas.” I normally didn’t disclose something this personal with anyone, but Erwin wasn’t just anyone. I trailed my fingers along his jawline, “Lemme be your little ho ho ho.”
“Jesus…” He shook his head, but smiled at my horrible pun nonetheless.
“Hey I might share a birthday with the Big Guy but don’t you be getting us confused, now.”
“You’re so irreverent,” he chuckled.
“And?” I crooked a finger under his chin and gave him one of my best seductive looks.
“Don’t ever change.”
Erwin drove us to one of the better motels in the area, gently refusing the wad of bills I offered to help pay for the stay, saying that it was my birthday after all and that he owed me a gift. No amount of me assuring him that the best gift he could give hung between his legs seemed to budge him, so I let him be chivalrous, or whatever. It’s not like I was surprised, this wasn’t the first time he’d insisted on paying for something despite me telling him he didn’t have to.
The room was a bit bigger than I had expected it to be, and themed oh fuck me, he got the honeymoon suite… what a cheeseball. I told him as much, but he shrugged it off as he strode inside. The bed was huge and decked out in satin sheets in varying shades of red. There were hearts pretty much everywhere. Heart themed lamps, chairs, even a full length mirror. It was like cupid had exploded in the room, and honestly I should’ve expected this from the fucking boy scout I knew Erwin to be. I pushed him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and straddled him.
“Even though this is about me, do you have any requests?” I murmured, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck.
“I want you to see how beautiful you are when you’re getting fucked,” he said, nodding his head toward the mirror. I licked my lips and ground my hips against his in response.
“Damn, learning some dirty shit from Eren, I see…” I teased, “how naked do you want me?”
“Keep most of it on but push your shorts down to your thighs so I can see your pretty cock,” he said. I climbed off him, posed and blew him a kiss before making it a point to put my ass on display as I rummaged around my duffel bag for a condom and some lube, then made my way back to him.
“I can do that, but first I wanna smear my lipstick all over your cock.” He bit his lip and let out a soft groan at that, so I took it as my cue and settled down between his knees. I unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his briefs and admired him in all his glory, long and thick and looking positively delectable. His cockhead was already slick, shining in the red-tinted lighting cast by the room’s ridiculous lamps.
“Well, hello beautiful,” I whispered, my breath puffing against it, making it twitch. I kissed the tip and left a line of kiss marks along the underside and then licked my way back up. He moaned when I stretched my lips around the head, working my tongue against the slit and then in circular motions around the ridge. I pulled off for a moment to flash him a sultry grin and commented, “Let’s see how far down I can leave a lipstick ring, hm?”
He made the cutest little desperate groan, like I was genuinely surprised a guy like him could be so adorable, but here we were. I did my very best to swallow him whole, the head sliding as far as it possibly could without making me retch. My mouth was so goddamn full of cock and I loved every second of it. He let out a sigh, his hands fisting into the heart-patterned comforter desperately. I looked up at him and met his eyes; they were completely hazy with desire.
I slowly started to drag my mouth back, pulling off until just the head was left inside, swirling my tongue around it and sucking harshly a few times only to slide back down as far as I could with a low hum. He liked that. He liked that a lot. I swallowed him a few more times, but eventually pulled off, I mean this was meant more as foreplay anyway. He let out a needy little whine and I chuckled.
“Do you want to come down my throat once before I let you fuck me?” I asked, it’s not like I would’ve minded. His body jerked and he bit his lip as he shook his head.
“Wanna fuck you now,” He panted. I told him to roll on a rubber and sauntered over to the mirror, admiring how my lipstick had smudged. Once I knew he was looking at me, I made a show of sliding my shorts down, just enough to expose my lace g-string. I shot a look at him over my shoulder as I simply slid the back out of the way and started to finger myself. I’d been working pretty steadily lately, so it’s not like I needed to stretch too much, but hearing his breath catch in his throat when I lubed up and plunged my fingers in was too good to pass up.
“I’m ready for that huge-ass cock of yours,” I announced, presenting my ass to him. He muttered a curse and practically launched himself at me. His huge hands curled around my hips and he rumbled something about lube so I handed over the small bottle I had on me.
In no time at all he had the tip of his cock nudging my cunt and I was goading him, begging him to fuck me senseless. Of course he obliged, slowly pushing that hot, pulsing, thick cock of his into me. I moaned at the amazing fullness of it, how I’d been craving that sensation. I let out a little clipped moan when he started rolling his hips into mine, deeply and powerfully while his lips left a sloppy trail along my back and shoulders. Erwin kissed and nibbled at my neck, making me tremble and beg him for more, please dear God, more .
“Watch the mirror,” He rumbled into my ear, “You look so fucking pretty like this.”
I had to admit, it was quite a sight. My hair was falling out of the tie, my cheeks were flushed, eyes more hooded than usual, and the way Erwin was pressing me back against his muscular frame gave me quite a nice view of my own cock, no longer restrained by the thong and bobbing between my legs. With the shorts right at my thighs, it’d sometimes brush against the elastic, sending a few nice little jolts through me.
“Fuck me harder,” I rasped, pushing backwards into one of his thrusts, trying to get him deeper inside of me, “Please, Commander .”
That plea set off a hunger I’d not seen in him until just then. His eyes darkened and his fingers dug into my hips while he whispered that I’d asked for it before he began to thrust into me with way more force than he had been. I felt like he could split me in two and it was fucking magical. I had to brace my arms against the wall to avoid slamming my face into the mirror, good fucking God. His thrusts were savage—there wasn’t any other way to describe it and I wondered where this Erwin had been on our first encounter because damn.
I couldn’t even form words, my lips stuck open as sounds fell out, begging and pleading without any sort of articulation, the rocking of our bodies almost unbalancing me a few times. There was so much going on that my orgasm nearly blindsided me, white ribbons of fluid decorating the mirror in front of me. My body spasmed and clamped down on him as he kept fucking me through it until he came with a low moan. His legs almost gave out, but he managed to stabilize and—I swear to fucking God, this nerd—he fucking carried me bridal style to the bed and lay me down carefully before flopping unceremoniously beside me.
“Okay, so where… were you hiding all that last time?” I managed to wheeze out, still trying to catch my breath.
“I… honestly don’t know what got into me.”
“I fucking loved it,” I laughed, “best present.”
“But—” Erwin leaned over to check his phone, “isn’t your birthday tomorrow?”
“Oh, I didn’t say I was done with you,” I rolled over to face him, “There’s a whole lot more I’d like to indulge myself with… unless you can’t hang around, that is.”
“Luckily for you, I can and I will.”