One Shots

“Colton, what the hell happened in here?” Michaela snapped, seeing the flour-coated countertops in the kitchen and stacks of dishes filling the sink. Her boyfriend was sitting on the tile floor, staring expectantly at the oven.

At the sound of her voice, he jumped up. “Oh, you're home! How was work?”

“It was fine, same old boring stuff. Can you please tell me what's going on?”

“Well, since we’re going to your parents’ for dinner, I thought I'd bake a pie for them. Your blueberry plant was overflowing with berries and I figured I'd put them to good use.”

Michaela furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Since when do you bake?”

Colton looked a bit sheepish. “Since 1 o’clock this afternoon? I just wanted to make a good impression on your parents and so I looked up easy recipes with blueberries in them.”

As much as she wanted to be mad at him for making a mess of her kitchen, she just couldn't stay upset with him. “Colton, you didn't have to do that, you know. My parents are very laid back people, they'll like you regardless of whether or not you bring a pie. Although I am very impressed that you made the entire thing from scratch.”

At that moment, the oven timer went off, signaling that the pie was ready to come out. Colton grabbed the oven mitts, pulling the dessert from the heat. Taking a whiff of the delicious smell filling the air, Michaela quipped, “If you keep baking things like this for my parents, they'll probably disown me and adopt you instead.”

When they finally reached her parents’ house, Colton was the consummate gentleman, running around from the driver’s seat to take the pie from her hands and help her out of the car (despite her repeated protestations that she was perfectly capable of doing it herself). Michaela’s parents adored Colton from the moment he met them, her father talking with him about his time in Alaska, and her mother begging him for the blueberry pie recipe, which he of course promised to send to her as soon as they returned home.

“Oh sweetie, we missed seeing you around the house,” her mom cooed as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner.

“I missed you too, you know that. Things have just been crazy, between Colton’s schedule and then my work. But I’ll try to come over a bit more often, of course.” Michaela reached over the arm of the sofa and took her mom’s hand in her own, squeezing gently.

“And try to bring Colton with you, we definitely don’t mind seeing some more of him! He’s definitely the cutest guy you’ve ever brought home, by a mile.”

“Mom!” Michaela hissed, her cheeks reddening slightly as her mom giggled.

Colton smiled, putting his hand chastely on Michaela’s knee. “I’d absolutely love to come and visit more often, I wish she would have brought me out here earlier.” His girlfriend rolled her eyes at his clear attempt to endear himself, but her parents didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, next time you come over here, Colton, I'll show you my collection of craft beers from around the country. You're a beer person, aren't you?” her father asked.

Before Colton could answer, Michaela cut in. “Dad, no one wants to see it. That's why it's in the basement. Beer is for drinking, not collecting,” she teased.

“Actually, I’d love to see them. And if you come to St. Louis, I'll take you to some of the local breweries so you can expand the collection,” Colton interjected.

Barely a whisper, Michaela muttered, “Suck up,” just loud enough for her blonde boyfriend to hear, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips. She checked her watch, suddenly realizing that it was past 10. “Mom, Dad, it’s getting late; we better hit the road now so we make it home by midnight.”

It was almost 11 by the time they hit the highway, hands piled high with boxes of food that her mom had insisted on sending with them. “It's almost like she doesn't think we’re capable of taking care of ourselves,” Michaela grumbled. “But as we speak, my parents are probably already planning our wedding in their heads,” she laughed, knowing how over-the-top her parents could be when it came to her dating life.

Colton smiled over at her from the passenger seat. “And why is that funny?” One of his hands came to rest on her thigh, right where her sundress ended, his thumb rubbing circles into the soft skin.

She gave him a scathing side-eyed look. “My parents think you’re a nice, wholesome boy with that entire act you put on tonight. Quite a pleasant change for them from the weird greasy skater boys I used to bring home in my younger days.”

He responded with an innocent grin, turning back to watch the passing scenery. “But I am a good Canadian boy.” His hand slipped even higher, toying with the edge of her lacy panties.

Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, Michaela gritted her teeth to stop the whimper that was threatening to come out. “The hand of my leg is telling me something entirely different.”

He pushed her panties to the side, skimming the pads of his fingers over her pussy lips, a teasing touch. “Oh, really? What’s it telling you then?” He applied a little pressure to her clit, watching the resulting shiver that ran through her body.

Instead of responding, Michaela hurriedly took the upcoming exit, turning into the first dimly lit gas station she found. Pulling into a corner of the parking lot, as far away from the building as possible, she parked the car and climbed over the center console to seat herself in his lap. Colton reclined the seat slightly to give them both a little more room before working his hand back between their bodies, back to where it was. As he slipped two fingers between her slick folds, he let out a small smirk. “So wet already, baby. Have you been like this since dinner?”

She whimpered and nodded. “Come on, ride my fingers,” he commanded, letting her work her hips against his hand. Every time she swiveled her hips, his cock jumped slightly, pressing against the thin barrier of his pants. He adjusted his palm so that it would hit her clit as she moved, and before long, she was coming hard, one hand braced against the window, her other against the soft cotton of Colton’s shirt.

Before she could come, he removed his fingers from her, unbuckling his belt and freeing his thick cock from its confines. His hands on her hips, fingers gripping the soft flesh tightly, he shoved her panties to the side, guiding her down onto his length and bottoming out inside her. Michaela’s hands went to his shoulders, using them for leverage as she began to move on top of him.

“Oh god, yes, Colton,” she moaned, resting her forehead against his.

For Colton, however, his patience with her calm, slow movements ran thin and he quickly took control of the situation. He pulled her arms behind her back, one of his large hands easily holding her delicate wrists together. With her hands now immobilized, she could no longer guide the pace and Colton took the opportunity to thrust up into her at a punishing pace. Michaela’s mouth fell open, her breath coming out in short pants as the sound of skin against skin filled the confines of the car.

“Are you close?” he whispered, feeling himself approaching release, ever the attentive lover.

“Oh fuck, yes, so close,” she whined in response, rolling her hips against him.

Using his hand around her wrists to force her into a more upright position, he brought his mouth to her chest, leaving red marks across her collarbone that would definitely still be there in the morning. Her sighs and moans urging him on, he wrapped his free hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards him to be able to capture her lips in a heated kiss as they both fell apart.

Still barely aware that they were in a public space and someone could pull into a nearby parking spot at any moment, Michaela slowly climbed off of Colton’s lap and back into the driver’s seat as he fished out some tissues from the glove compartment to clean up the mess they made.

“We should really go visit your parents more often if this is how the nights are going to end,” Colton joked.

Michaela let out a snort of laughter. “Oh god, no. I don’t need to risk them finding out that you’re not the nice, wholesome Canadian boy they think you are and actually are just a kinky, horny bastard who enjoys having sex in empty gas station parking lots.”

“Maybe, but you love it.” He adopted a sing-song tone and gave her a shit-eating grin that he knew she couldn’t resist.

“Ugh, yes I do.” She lifted her hips off the seat enough to pull her ruined panties off and tossed them in his general direction. “Round two before we hit the highway again?”

Notes

Okay, I'm sort of back! Life has been crazy, but I'm trying to get writing again. I have about 10 half-done stories, so we'll see what ones get finished. You're always welcome to submit prompts/players, but I'm not sure what will get written because my writer's block is pretty terrible right now.

But thanks to those of you who stuck with me during my break from writing, hopefully there'll be more for y'all to read coming soon!