He slammed the van door shut behind you, the metal rattling like his last riff. "Get your ass in the back," Eddie growled, already yanking his belt open. You climbed over the seats, skirt riding up, and he followed, shoving you down onto the old mattress that smelled like weed and sweat.
His hands were rough from guitar strings. He grabbed your thighs and spread them wide, no teasing. "Look at that wet pussy already soaking your panties. Been thinking about my cock all night, huh?" He hooked two fingers under the fabric and ripped them aside, then shoved those same fingers straight into you. You gasped as he pumped them hard and fast, thumb grinding your clit like he was tuning a string.
"Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, leaning down to spit on your slit before adding a third finger. The wet sounds filled the van. He pulled his hand out, wiped it on his shirt, and freed his cock—thick, veined, already leaking.
He slapped it against your pussy a couple times, smearing precum over your folds. "Beg for it."
"Give me your dick, Eddie. Fuck me raw."
He didn't need more. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust, hips snapping forward until you felt him hit your cervix. You clawed at his denim vest, the patches scratching your palms. Eddie fucked like he played—fast, loud, no mercy. The van rocked with every slam. Sweat dripped from his curly hair onto your tits as he yanked your top down and sucked a nipple hard enough to leave a mark.
"Take it, you dirty little groupie," he rasped, pounding deeper. One hand pinned your wrists above your head while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. "Gonna fill this cunt up. You want my load?"
"Yes—fuck, yes."
He flipped you onto your stomach without pulling out, yanked your hips up, and drove back in. The new angle made you moan loud. He spanked your ass once, twice, then gripped the flesh and used it to pull you back onto his cock. Skin slapped skin. His balls swung heavy against you.
Eddie leaned over your back, breath hot on your ear. "Squeeze that pussy for me. Milk my dick." You clenched around him and he groaned, pace stuttering for a second before he recovered and fucked you even harder. The mattress squeaked under you. Outside, the woods were dark and quiet except for the wet, filthy noises coming from the van.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped you again, and straddled your chest. "Open." You did, and he fed his cock into your mouth, thrusting shallow while his hand worked your pussy again. "Suck it clean. Taste how fucking wet you got me." You hollowed your cheeks, gagging when he pushed deeper, saliva running down your chin. He pulled back before he came, dropped between your legs once more, and slammed home.
This time he didn't stop. His thrusts turned erratic, grunts turning into a low growl. "Coming—fuck—take it all." He buried himself to the hilt and pulsed, hot cum flooding your pussy in thick spurts. He kept grinding through it, pushing his load deeper while his fingers worked your clit until you clenched and came around him, walls fluttering, juices mixing with his.
Eddie didn't pull out right away. He stayed buried, catching his breath, then slowly rocked his hips, stirring the mess inside you. "Look at that. My cum leaking out of your used hole. Pretty as hell." He finally eased free, watching it drip, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back into you. "Keep it in there for the ride home."
You lay there panting, thighs sticky, while he tucked himself away and lit a cigarette. The van smelled like sex and smoke. He smirked down at you, eyes dark. "Round two when we get to the trailer. Don't clean up."
He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other between your legs the whole way back, keeping you right on the edge. By the time the headlights hit the trailer, you were dripping again and ready for whatever filthy thing he wanted next.
