"Come on," I whined. "We will be fine, it isn't like we have never been before."

"No," Pedro shook his head resolutely. He sat on a chair with his back to me as he tinkered with a part from some broken machine he was fixing, a screwdriver in one hand. I watched his back muscles flex under his shirt from where I stood in the kitchen.

"Yes," I challenged. Pedro ignored me and continued working on the part. "Come on! Why not?"

He sighed and turned his head around to shoot me a scowl of exasperation. "I already told ya, Ally. The woods are big and it's easy to get lost around Willow Lane. People go huntin' there too. Group of men will rifles mightn't be so gentleman like if they come across a bunch of young girls by themselves."

I pouted at him but he just turned his attention back to the part in his oil stained hand. My friends and I had really wanted to go camping but when Pedro heard of our plans he expressed his disapproval immediately. I picked up my phone and started messaging the group chat.

Alessandra: Pedro says we shouldn't go 😒😤
Toni: hahahaha Adam said the same. And that there's hunters and they will shoot us or some shit 🤣 didn't think anyone hunted there though?
Alessandra: well apparently they do
Anna: they are so sexist! They think we are helpless children or something. Toni could kick a guy's ass anyway.
Ness: okay I have a plan 😈
Toni: what?
Ness: just get them to come along so they will stop being little bitches and we can get drunk and not have to worry about driving ourselves 😇😏
Anna: omg yes
Toni: lmao Ally you have to convince Pedro
Alessandra: okay I'll try

I tucked my phone in my pocket and padded over to Pedro. When I put my hands on his thick shoulders he did not acknowledge my touch, too focused on the task in his hands.

"Babe, you work too hard," I said softly and began to massage his shoulders. I pressed my front close against his back and leaned into the shell of his ear. "All you ever do is work."

"Keeps me busy and keeps food on the table," Pedro muttered absentmindedly. The screwdriver was retired on the ground and he was now cleaning the machine part with a rag. I watched how his forearms flexed with each movement of his hands. I placed a light gentle kiss on his earlobe.

"Mmm, I know," I cooed into his ear. I stopped massaging his shoulders and snaked my hands down the front of his chest. "But you need to have fun, too, papi."

Pedro stopped polishing and let the rag sit on his knee before he held the part up to his face to inspect it closer. Undeterred by his silence I fingered the top button of his shirt and leaned all my weight against his back. "Don't you wanna have fun?"

"What fun?" Pedro replied.

"Oh, you know....with the guys, drinking...and fun with me..." I murmured, unbuttoning the top button of his flannel. "Especially with me."

Pedro chuckled a little and sat up straighter, his broad torso spreading open and still holding my weight with ease. "Yeah?" He angled his head so my lips were against his cheek. "You like havin' fun with me?"

I nuzzled the stubble on his cheek. "Yes, I do," I replied silkily. "But I want us to do other things as well. Not just always stuff at home." I traced my fingers over his collarbone and shifted my face back into the column of his neck, giving it a few kitten licks. I felt a small hitch in his breathing and noticed him shift a little in the chair. Before I could continue my slow seduction, Pedro's phone started ringing, it's loud ringtone vibrating sharply against the tabletop where it sat and cutting abruptly through the intimate space we were sharing. I pouted in annoyance.

Pedro stood up with a groan, the rag falling to the ground, his knees creaking, and he shuffled to the table to retrieve the phone. I watched him as he answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear, a hand on his hip. "Yeah," he said. He didn't look at me while he listened to the person speak on the other end of the line. "Well, I gotta deadline to make by the 20th."

Work call, ugh. My eyes wandered over Pedro, taking in the way he stood with one knee slightly bent out, his brows furrowed, the way he chewed the inside of his cheek as he listened, the timbre in his voice when we spoke. There were smears of oil and dirt on his pants from his earlier work on a car engine, but it only added to the sexiness of his overall rugged appearance. His flannel shirt was half untucked. Pedro turned around to face his body away from me and barked something about shipments into the phone. I stared at the seat of his pants hugging his ass and felt desire coiling in my belly.

I slinked over to where Pedro stood and, taking advantage of his distracted gaze, quickly sunk to my knees infront of him. I reached up and tugged his belt undone. When he cleared his throat with a reproachful rumble, I stared up to see him glaring down at me with his serious brown eyes. I held his gaze while I finished unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, my tongue darting out to lick my lips seductively. Pedro's chest rose as he inhaled a deep breath through his nostrils.

"Yeah, but that'll cost me extra," he grumbled into the phone and closed his eyes. I smirked to myself and unzipped him, then reached in to tug his underwear down just enough to free his cock. It was already semi hard and when I wrapped my hand around the shaft I heard a barely audible groan escape Pedro's mouth and then the warmth of his large palm coming to rest on the top of my head. I began to jerk his dick in slow, long strokes and marvelled at how quickly it became rock hard in my grip.

"If ya supply the mahogany for that next load," Pedro grunted, "then we can call it even."

I leaned in and pressed a wet kiss to the head of his cock, causing his hips to jerk forward slightly. His thick fingers tangled my hair into his fist. I gazed up at him and from his towering position above me, Pedro was staring back down at me with his brown eyes now intense with a mixture of hunger and desperation. His cock twitched and dribbled precum as I continued moving my fist up and down his length, my own desire beginning to trickle out into my underwear. I enveloped the head of his dick inbetween my lips and moaned as it slid over my tongue and towards the back of my throat. I kept my eyes fixed on Pedro for his reaction and placed a hand on his thigh to steady myself.

Pedro hissed lowly and screwed his eyes shut, seemingly willing himself to remain composed while still on the phonecall. He cleared his throat and hummed a few noises of acknowledgement to the caller, then mumbled something about tools and calibre of wood and Dave needin' a tax receipt.

I bobbed my head further down his shaft until his cock touched my throat and contracted around him, feeling the saliva accumulating in my mouth and a smug triumph in my belly at the way Pedro couldn't repress a shuddered breath. I pulled back and then bobbed again until his cock kissed my tonsils, Pedro's fingers gripping my hair tighter, his hips rocking back and forth gently. I repeated the movement, increasing the speed in which my mouth swallowed and deepthroated the fat head of his dick, making no effort at disguising the sound of my gagging.

"Gotta go, Marty." Pedro suddenly muttered into the phone. As soon as he had pressed the button on the screen to end the call, he let out a loud groan of pleasure. He tossed the phone back on the table. I pulled back and stroked him with my fist, his skin coated in my saliva and making a wet squelching sound. I peered up at him with a sly smile.

"Fuck baby," Pedro smirked down at me, voice thick with arousal, "whatcha doin' to me?"

"Wanted to taste you," I answered, my own voice husky from deep-throating him. I leaned in and gave the underside of his dick a long wet lick from his balls to the tip. Pedro groaned.

"So fuckin' good, baby."

I gave his shaft a few more slow, languid licks all over before taking him into my mouth and down my throat again. I shut my eyes and forced myself to take him as far as I could, until my nose touched the black curls at the base of his cock. Pedro moaned and grunted when I gagged, tears slipping from my eyes and spit now dripping out of my mouth and down my chin.

I sat back and let him fall from my mouth with a lewd, slick sounding pop. I moaned and fluttered my eyes open to look up at him again. "You like this, papi?" I asked breathlessly.

"Fuckin' love it, babydoll," Pedro replied darkly, lust swimming in his hooded eyes. I smiled and stayed still on my knees, reaching one hand up to my breast and massaging it gently. Pedro watched me intently, his cock glistening with my spit. "Come on, don't stop."

I hummed sweetly in reply, trying not to appear too cocky. "You don't want me to stop?" He frowned at the question and gave his head a small shake.

"No," Pedro breathed out. He let go of his grip on my hair and cupped the back of my head, giving it a small push towards him. "Come on, baby, keep goin'."

I curled my fingers around his dick again and gave it a few pumps. "And if I give you what you want," I purred, "will you give me what I want?"

Pedro stared at me intently, still frowning. "Yeah, sugar," he said inbetween ragged breaths. "'Course I will."

I pressed a soft wet kiss on the head of his cock again before sucking it gently, my eyes still holding his gaze. Pedro took his bottom lip inbetween his teeth and groaned. I pulled back and whispered on his cock, "anything I want?"

Pedro nodded impatiently and his hand pushed my head once more, urging me to continue. I took him in my mouth and swallowed his whole length again, my jaw aching at the stretch and tears pricking my eyes once more. My throat tightened around his length and I held still until I heard Pedro's groans of pleasure, before releasing his cock. A thick string of spit clung between us as I rocked back on my heels.

"I want you to take me to Willow Lane," I stated in a simple, seductive purr. Pedro's eyes widened and blinked rapidly, his brain trying to register what I meant through his lustful haze. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

I jerked his cock while looking at him. "I want you to take me camping at Willow Lane," I repeated, "and I will do anything you want, right now."

"Alessandra," he growled, shaking his head. Before he could say anything more I quickly bobbed down and pushed his dick all the way back to my throat, gagging loudly. Pedro threw his head back and moaned. "Fuck."

Tears ran down my cheeks and spit dribbled from the corners of my mouth as I fucked my face on Pedro's fat dick, eagerly stuffing him to the back of my throat and reveling in how much pleasure I was giving him. After another minute I stopped to catch my breath.

"So," I panted, "you'll take me?"

Pedro glared at me, his chest heaving as he was approaching his climax. "Fuck, you brat," he growled. He ran his hand down his face, groaning with frustration. I smirked and fluttered my eyelashes. His jaw ticked as his eyes roamed over my face to take in my wide eyes, my tear stained cheeks and plump lips, the sticky glisten of spit on my chin.

"Please?" I added sweetly. Pedro rolled his eyes and grumbled a loud sigh.

"Yes, for fuck sake, yes, alright." He snapped. "Now hurry up and finish what ya started."

I grinned and obeyed his command, alternating between sucking and jerking his dick until he came inside my mouth with a drawn out shuddering groan, his hips bucking into my face as his cum exploded. After I had cleaned him with my tongue, Pedro took a moment to catch his breath and tuck himself back into his underwear and pants. Satisfied and smug, I shakily stood up from the ground, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and reached over to grab my phone. I turned my back to him as he buckled his belt, the disapproval and anger radiating from him in heated waves. I avoided Pedro's unimpressed glare as I opened the group chat.

"Ain't funny," he huffed. I laughed without looking at him and began typing to the girls.

"Yeah, it kinda is "

"Ya can't just go doin' shit like that to get your way," Pedro spat indignantly. I rolled my eyes, taking advantage of him unable to see my expression. Yeah, I can, I thought to myself with amusement, not daring to voice it out aloud. I flopped down on the couch and busied myself on my phone.

"There'll be rules if I'm takin' ya." Pedro warned, coming to stand infront of me with his hands on his hips with an authoritative air. "And y'all better listen to me when we get there. Understood?"

"Yep," I replied flatly.

"What I say goes, got that?"

I nodded and glanced up at him, desperately biting my tongue to stop from laughing at his need to regain the upper hand within our dynamic. "Yes sir."

Pedro sighed heavily and gave me a nod. "Okay, good."

~~~~~~

That following weekend Pedro drove Anna and I to Willow Lane while Adam drove Toni and Ness. While we were unpacking our bags, I nudged Toni playfully and nodded towards where Pedro and Adam stood. They were leaning against Pedro's truck and talking together, taking swigs from bottles of beer every so often.

"So how did you get Adam to agree to come along?" I whispered

Toni looked at me and grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know." She laughed.