Horror Boyfriend Scenarios

Tex Sawyer Lemon

     You had been dating Tex for around six or seven months and things had gone well. You hadn't expected that someone who used to come into your restaurant and flirt with you would make you so happy but, surprisingly, he did.
     It's true what they say about country boys because he's the sweetest guy you had ever been with, forever taking you on dates, showering you with affection, and being an absolute gentleman.
     As flirty as he is, he's never tried to make a move without your permission, always careful to make sure you're comfortable which you appreciate. Yet, as the seventh month rounds the corner, you begin to wonder what you're missing.
     It's not like you're a virgin and you're fairly certain he's not either but it's been awhile since you've been with anyone and you have a feeling it will be different than it was with the others you've been with.
     After your parents died, you didn't want to feel or love anyone, feeling like you were cursed to lose the people you loved most. So sex was just sex for you at that point. But now that you had someone in your life you actually did love and care for, you wanted to know how much different it was to be with the person you loved.
      One day, as usual, he dropped by at the end of your shift to pick you up for an evening date. You gave him a quick kiss, promising you'd be clocking out in a few minutes once you'd finished with your last table for the evening.
      Once you finished, you ran to the backroom, untying your apron and pulling your hair out of its high ponytail. Taking your tips out your apron pocket, you placed it in your wallet, shoving it in your purse as you clocked out from your job.
      You rushed back to the door where Tex was waiting, took his outstretched hand and left, waving goodbye to customer and coworker alike as you did so. You climbed in Tex's pickup truck, crawling into the backseat to change. You never felt uncomfortable changing in his backseat, fully aware that, while he wanted to peek, he never did, always giving you your privacy.
      This time, you looked up as you changed out of your skirt and met his gaze in the mirror. He blushed, about to turn away when you decided to tease him, slowly unbuttoning your blouse, keeping eye contact with him, flashing him a glimpse of your cleavage. You noticed a gasp leave his lips as he tried (and failed) to discreetly palm himself through his jeans, silently praying for his erection to go away.
      Smirking, you grabbed your regular clothes out of your bag and changed into them--a pair of jeans and a white sweater. Done with the task at hand, you crawled back to the passenger seat, falling over as Tex slammed on his brakes as some idiot pulled out in front of him with no warning.
      "You ok, darlin'?" He asked, checking on you while honking his horn and yelling at the guy for being an idiot.
      "Fine!" You piped up, quickly getting to your feet and moving to your seat. You buckled yourself in and turned on some country music, immediately losing yourself in the song.
      Tex chuckled at how cute you seemed from your reaction. Soon enough, you were both singing along to the radio. He took you out to dinner at a local diner down the way. The meal was a comfortable affair, the two of you catching up and cracking jokes, genuinely happy in each other's company.
      After dinner, Tex took you on a short road trip, talking to you while his gaze remained fixed on the road, yours on the countryside zipping by. Finally, the road gave way to a rougher one with potholes, nothing but cornfields on either side.
       Your breath hitched as your anxiety began to creep in. What was Tex doing?
       He pulled off into the cornfield and parked. "Nothing better than spending an evening under the stars with the girl of my dreams."
      Just like that, your anxiety vanished. Tex got out the truck, you following behind as he pulled an air mattress from the backseat. He placed it in the bed of the truck, tailgate down, and pumped it up, adding a few pillows and blankets for extra comfort, a teddy bear for you to cuddle into.
      The pair of you got in the truck bed and laid down, side by side, cuddling into each other. The only sounds were the crickets chirping and your gentle breaths. After some time, he started talking about the stars in the sky and things he and his family did growing up, his voice no louder than a whisper.
      During one story, in between spurts of quiet laughter you both shared, he turned his gaze onto you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips and back. He leaned in and pulled you into a passionate kiss, rolling over so he was resting on top of you. His lips found yours again and again, wandering then to your neck, sucking against the pulse point.
      Your breath hitched, your gaze far away, as you felt yourself getting wet. Tex grinned, proud he could do this to you, and continued his assault on your neck.
      After a moment, he pulled away to turn his gaze onto yours. "Do you want me to stop?"
      You glared. "You better not."
      "Are you sure you're ready?"
      In answer, you took one of his big hands in yours and slipped it into your pants so he could finger across your opening. His breath hitched.
      "God, baby, you're wet!"
      You smirked, turning your attention to unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled off your sweater, revealing your black bra. Your and his pants soon followed, leaving both of you in your undergarments. His erection was peeking over the top of his boxers, making you excited.
      Tex palmed you through your underwear, marveling at how wet you were getting. Pushing them aside, he inserted a finger into your most intimate of areas, bumping inside that perfect spot.
      He reached behind you to unclip your bra, pull it off, and toss it. Your underwear soon followed, along with his own. With no more hesitation, he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked folds, pushing in directly after.
     A gasp of pleasure escaped your lips at the sensation, causing him to chuckle in the middle of his own moan. Slowly, he dragged his cock in and out of you, thrusting with no rush needed.
      You began to lose patience with your lover and pulled him closer, thrusting your hips up into his own. He got the message, quickening his pace. Whispers of praise fell from his lips as moans came from yours, along with his name.
      When he thrusts became sloppy, you knew he was close. You continued thrusting  upwards, him growling out a warning, "If you keep that up, I won't last long."
      "Who said I wanted you to?" You sassed back, biting your lip seductively.
      "Ok naughty girl. Where do you want it?"
      "You better cum deep inside me."
      He smirked. ""Yes ma'am."
      A few sharp thrusts later, he did as you asked, filling you beyond full with the result of your teasing. Tex remained there, neither of you ready to end the moment. Finally, he kissed your forehead as he reluctantly slipped out.
      "I love you."
      "I love you too."
      The pair of you searched for your clothes, wrestled them on, then laid down in the truck until you both fell asleep.