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Your leg hooks over one of his shoulders, bony and sharp beneath his shirt like the wing of a bat. Your body is feverish, warming the floor like a hot stone, yet his face is cold against your bare skin. Bizarre since it’s about a thousand degrees in this little truck, dark and stifling with the heat of the day even as the world outside cools down. But somehow he isn't even sweating - the heel of your palm remains dry against his forehead as you seek out his stringy, soot-colored hair.
His short nails dig into you, painted a shade of blue befitting the chilliness of his fingers as he kneads the fleshiest parts of your body.
He hasn’t come up for air yet, too occupied with shoving his tongue as deeply into you as he can get it. You shudder. He pulls away, crawling up your body and circling your clit, stiff and swollen with lust. One hand steadies you while the other parts your lips with two fingers, clearing a path for him to drag his tongue through your sex once, twice, three times...
With each subsequent lick you feel yourself unraveling. The tension in your belly winds tighter and tighter, ready to burst. But Cesare pays you no mind - his appetite for you is ravenous, and the only thing he cares about is satisfying it.
You make a high-pitched, strangled noise. He takes it as a cue to spear you on his fingers. Stretching you out, curling them as he latches onto the bundle of nerves above your hole again, sucking hard. That’s what does you in. You throb around him, cursing under your breath as white-hot arousal trickles out of you. He doesn’t stop, lapping up every drop as you continue to twitch and shiver beneath him.
Finally he pulls away, kneeling above you. Your thighs are shaking. Slick. It’s a wonder his make-up hasn’t smeared. Cesare licks his lips, eyes gleaming in the scant light. They're much more yellow up close.
“Not bad,” he grins as you rise to your feet. Your leg bones feel like they've been replaced with gelatin. "If you want another round you know where to find me."
"Alright," You reply a little too eagerly. "Thanks. I'll, uh, see you around."
You step out the backdoors into the evening air with a sigh on your lips and a bounce in your step, happy to be rid of one of the two hungers that had been nagging at you.