Chapter 2: Breakfast Proposal: The Stress-Relieving Blowjob
The smell of burnt toast clung to the van’s cramped interior, thick enough to taste. Leon coughed into his fist, waving a hand through the hazy air. "Jesus, Ella, you trying to smoke us out before breakfast?"
Ella scraped the blackened remains onto a flimsy paper plate, the charred edges crumbling under her knife. "Microwave’s a piece of shit," she muttered, shoving the plate toward him. "Eat it or starve." Her fingers lingered near Dave’s coffee cup, just for a second.
Dave chuckled, swirling the cheap instant sludge in his mug. "Adds character, I say." His knee bumped hers under the table, deliberate. "Besides, a little char never hurt anyone." His grin was all teeth.
Leon chewed the bitter toast, his jaw working slowly. "Yeah, I guess." He glanced between them, uneasy. "So, what’s the plan? Think we’ll make it to the lake today?"
Dave stretched, arms behind his head, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of wiry gray hair. "Depends on the driver, doesn’t it?" His smirk was lazy, dangerous. "All this winding road driving can be a real bitch. Tenses you right the fuck up."
Ella’s stomach clenched, heat pooling low. She knew where this was going. "Maybe someone could help you relax," she said, too casual. Her fingers traced the rim of her mug.
Leon’s head jerked up. "Relax?" His voice cracked. "What the hell does that mean?" His knuckles whitened around his fork.
Dave leaned in, elbows on the sticky table. "Just a little… thank you for my driving services." His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. "A little stress relief before we hit the road. Keeps the driver focused, you know?" His foot slid up Ella’s calf.
Leon’s face darkened. "A thank you?" His voice rose, shrill. "We’re not paying you for this, Dave!"
Ella reached across, her fingers cool on Leon’s burning wrist. "Calm down, honey." Her thumb stroked his pulse point, soothing. "He’s just saying, a back rub or something. To keep him alert." She squeezed, just shy of painful. "We want him focused on the road, right?"
Leon’s eyes darted between them. "A back rub?" His throat worked. "That’s it?"
Dave laughed, low and rough. "Unless Ella’s got something more… creative in mind?" His gaze dropped to her mouth, then lower.
Ella held his stare, her breath shallow. "Whatever keeps you awake, Dave," she murmured. Her cunt pulsed, wet and aching.
Leon gaped. "But—what about me?" His voice was small, lost. "What am I supposed to do?"
Dave leaned closer, his breath hot and coffee-bitter. "You can watch, buddy." His teeth flashed. "Learn a thing or two." A pause, loaded. "Or you can take a walk. Clear your head." He winked. "We’ll be fine."
The van’s engine ticked in the silence. Ella didn’t look at Leon. She already knew what she’d see—hurt, confusion, the slow dawning of betrayal.
Dave’s hand settled on her thigh, fingers digging in. "Well?" His voice was a growl. "You gonna thank me or what?"
Ella stood, her chair scraping. She didn’t hesitate. Not now. Her fingers hooked in the waistband of her leggings, peeling them down her hips in one smooth motion. The air was cool against her bare skin.
Leon made a strangled noise. "Ella—"
She ignored him, stepping out of the fabric pooled at her ankles. Dave’s eyes burned, tracing the curve of her ass, the wet gleam between her thighs.
"Fuck," Dave breathed. He palmed himself through his jeans, already hard. "Come here."
Ella climbed onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. His cock strained against his zipper, hot even through denim. She ground down, slow, savoring the groan it ripped from him.
Leon’s chair screeched as he shoved back. "I—I can’t—"
Dave didn’t look at him. His hands gripped Ella’s waist, yanking her harder against him. "Stay or go, Leon," he gritted out. "But shut the fuck up either way."
Ella arched, her tits pressing against Dave’s chest. His mouth found her neck, teeth scraping. She moaned, loud, for Leon’s benefit.
Dave’s fingers hooked in her panties, tearing the lace without ceremony. "Fucking soaked," he muttered, shoving the ruined fabric aside. Two fingers plunged into her, curling. Ella gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders.
Leon made another broken sound. The van door slammed.
Dave laughed against her skin. "Guess he’s taking that walk." His fingers worked deeper, rougher. "Now…" He pulled back, wiping her wetness across his lips. "Let’s see how good your thank you really is."
Ella reached for his belt, her hands steady. She didn’t look at the door.
She didn’t need to.
The buckle gave with a metallic snap, the sound sharp in the thick air between them. Dave’s zipper rasped open under her fingers, the teeth catching for just a second before giving way. His thick, veined cock sprang free, already hard and glistening with pre-cum at the tip—the musky scent of sweat and raw lust rising between them. “Show me what you’ve got, baby,” he growled, his voice rough against her cheek.
Ella took him in her hand, fingers closing around the shaft—hotter than she expected, thicker than Leon’s, pulsing under her touch. She tightened her grip deliberately, watching the way his breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering. “Fuck,” he muttered, already rocking into her fist.
“That’s it,” Dave breathed, ragged, as she began stroking him slowly, twisting her wrist just right on the upstroke. His hips jerked against her palm, his cock twitching. “Tease me, you little tease.” He leaned back against the vinyl seat, spreading his thighs wider—an invitation, a demand.
Ella licked her lips, catching the bitter taste of coffee still lingering there. She held his gaze—dark eyes, pupils blown—and murmured, “I aim to please.” Then she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth in one smooth motion.
He tasted like salt and skin, musky and primal. She worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, her throat stretching as she took him deeper—too deep, too fast. A gag rattled up her windpipe, but Dave groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through her skull. His hands fisted in her hair, holding her in place.
“Fuck yes,” he snarled, thrusting against the back of her throat. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, her nose running. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his pulse erratic, wild.
Dave wasn’t gentle. His hips pistoned, fucking her mouth with short, sharp jerks. Spit dripped down her chin, onto his thighs. “Take it,” he grunted, his voice wrecked. “Take every fucking inch.”
Ella swallowed around him, forcing herself to relax, to take it. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair. “Ella—fuck—I’m gonna—”
The first spurt hit the back of her throat, hot and salty. She gagged but forced herself to swallow, again and again, until his cock twitched empty against her tongue.
Dave collapsed back against the seat, chest heaving, his skin flushed. He didn’t speak—just stared at her, his lips parted, his gaze unfocused.
Ella pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her throat burned, her lips felt raw. “Happy now?” she rasped, tasting him still.
Dave grinned, slow and satisfied. “More than you know.” He zipped himself up lazily, still watching her. “You’re a fucking natural, Ella.”
The van door creaked open. Leon stood there, pale, his hands clenched at his sides. His eyes darted between them—Ella’s swollen lips, Dave’s smug expression—before settling on her face.
Ella smoothed her hair back, exhaling. “He was just stressed, honey,” she said, voice soft. “I was being nice. Helping him relax so he can drive safely.”
Leon feels a little hesitant to believe her, but seeing how happy she is, he smiled. "If that's all there is."
The silence stretched. Dave chuckled low in his throat, stretching his arms behind his head.
Leon turned away first, shoulders hunched. Ella watched him go, her pulse steady.
The van door clicked shut behind him, sealing her in with Dave and the lingering musk of sex. She wiped her mouth again, the taste of him still clinging to her tongue like a stain.
Dave stretched, arms behind his head, his shirt riding up to reveal the wiry gray trail of hair leading down to his still-open fly. "Well," he drawled, "that went better than expected." His grin was all teeth.
Ella ignored him, pulling her leggings back up over her hips. The fabric stuck slightly to her damp thighs. She could feel Dave watching, his gaze hot on her skin.
"Don't look so fucking pleased with yourself," she muttered, yanking the waistband into place.
Dave chuckled, low and rough. "Hard not to when you swallow like that." He zipped himself up lazily, still watching her. "Leon’s a lucky man."
Ella shot him a glare, but her stomach twisted with something that wasn’t quite guilt. She turned away, grabbing a water bottle from the counter. The plastic crinkled in her grip as she took a long swig, swishing the lukewarm liquid around her mouth before spitting it into the sink.
Dave watched, amused. "Not a fan of the aftertaste?"
Ella wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Fuck off."
He laughed, the sound grating against her nerves. "You’re welcome, by the way."
Ella ignored him, stepping toward the van door. The floor was sticky under her bare feet, the remnants of spilled coffee and something else she didn’t want to think about. She hesitated, her hand on the handle.
Outside, Leon stood with his back to the van, his shoulders hunched against the morning chill. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting long shadows across the empty campsite.
Ella took a deep breath and stepped out. The air was sharp with pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the cloying heat inside the van. Her feet sank slightly into the soft ground as she approached him.
Leon didn’t turn around.
She reached for his hand, her fingers brushing against his palm. His skin was cold, his grip limp. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice rough. "For understanding."
Leon flinched but didn’t pull away. His gaze stayed fixed on the trees in the distance, his jaw tight.
Ella squeezed his hand, willing him to look at her. "I know it’s weird," she said, softer now. "But it’s just… part of this, right? Trying new things?"
Leon swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "New things," he repeated, the words hollow. "Yeah. New things."
Ella cupped his face, turning him toward her. His stubble scratched against her palm, rough and familiar. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was clumsy, her mouth still swollen from Dave’s cock.
Leon stiffened, his breath hitching. Then, slowly, he relaxed, his lips parting beneath hers. He tasted like stale coffee and something bitter—resentment, maybe, or just exhaustion.
Ella deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his. She needed him to taste it, to understand that it didn’t mean anything. That it was just a transaction, a favor, nothing more.
Leon moaned softly, his hands coming up to grip her waist. He pulled her closer, his body trembling against hers.
Ella broke the kiss, her breath ragged. "I love you," she whispered, searching his eyes. "I really do."
Leon didn’t answer. His gaze was clouded, distant, like he was looking through her rather than at her.
Behind them, the van door creaked open. Dave leaned against the frame, arms crossed. "Alright, lovebirds," he drawled. "Let’s get this show on the road. Lake’s not gonna find itself."
Ella shot him a glare, her fingers tightening on Leon’s arm. "We’ll talk later," she promised, her voice low. "I’ll explain everything."
Leon nodded slowly, but his eyes were still unfocused, lost. Ella knew, with a sinking feeling, that some things couldn’t be explained away. Some wounds ran too deep to heal.
Dave clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet morning. "Alright, enough fucking around. Let’s move."
Ella turned away, her stomach churning. The sun was higher now, the light too bright, too harsh. She wiped her mouth again, but the taste lingered, stubborn and sour.
Leon followed silently, his footsteps heavy on the damp earth.
The van door slammed shut behind them, sealing them in once more.