Page 39 of Hung Up
She huffs, slipping her hands to my shoulders as she lets her feet fall back to the floor before giving me a slight push, putting a couple feet between our bodies. Side-stepping me, she begins to walk toward the door.
“It’s okay if you can’t ride, Pretty Boy,” she taunts, reaching for the handle as she glances back at me. “I’ll go find me a cowboy that can.”
Taking a large step forward, I gently wrap my hand around her neck and pull her back toward me, pinning her against the wall. I can feel her heartbeat racing under my forearm, her breath coming out in needy pants as a satisfied smile plays on her lips.
“The only cowboy that’s going to be riding you is me,” I tell her, a desperate and authoritative tone slipping into my voice of its own accord. “Say it.”
“The only cowboy that’s going to be riding me is you,” she breathes, her right hand resting on my wrist while the other reaches up to grab my hat off her head and place it back on mine.
I shake my head at her. “Keep it on.”
Before she can react, I’m hoisting her up once more, turning to set her down so she’s sitting on the sink before I reconnect our lips, teasing my tongue along her bottom lip. She opens for me with zero hesitation, our tongues colliding as I let my hands trail up under her dress, her legs on either side of my hips. She gasps when I slip one hand between her legs and I groan, pulling away from her lips when I feel just how wet and ready she is for me already.
“Look at you, dripping for me,” I murmur, pulling my hand away to glance at my fingers. Connecting our gazes, I slip them into my mouth, her sweetness coating my tongue, and her eyes fall shut as a soft, barely audible moan slips past her lips. “You taste like heaven.”
Sitting up, she reaches for me, her palm landing flat against the hard-on I’m sporting in my jeans. I have to bite my lip to suppress my groan at the contact, rolling my neck before I lock eyes with her once more. “Look at you, hard for me.”
I grab her face between my hands, kissing her roughly as she fumbles with my belt buckle. Once she gets it open, she makes quick work of the button on my jeans and my zipper, slipping a hand into my boxers to grip me bare. I jerk into her handinvoluntarily, the feeling of her soft hand wrapped around me making me lightheaded, desperate, hungry.
Taking a small step back, she slips off the edge of the sink, feet landing on the ground, and her hand falls away. I nip her bottom lip before pulling away, my hands landing on her hips as I turn her around. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, gazing at me over her shoulder. Her hair is slightly messy, although the hat is helping to keep it somewhat tamed. Her eyes carry that glazed look that I have grown obsessed with, the one I often see in my dreams or the ones I imagine when I jerk off to memories of her.
“I want you to watch,” I whisper, my mouth ghosting over her ear. “I want you to watch how beautiful you are when you fall apart for me. How sexy you look when you’re close. How perfect you take me.”
Her eyes fall shut as she pants at my words while I take my cock out of my boxers. Reaching under her dress, I move her underwear to the side before I grip myself at the base, lining up with her entrance. We both moan as I slide into her, her walls clenching around me so tightly that I have to stop once I’m completely seated—if I don’t, this won’t last longer than a few seconds.
Faith’s hands grip either side of the sink, arching into me. She wiggles her hips, seeking friction, begging me to move, so I do. I pull almost completely out of her before I surge forward, smiling to myself as she moans louder than before, her breaths coming out harsher, quicker.
“Eyes open, Sweetheart,” I demand, my left hand sliding around her front to grip her chin, forcing her eyes on the mirror. Once they’re open and she takes us in, my right hand slips around the front of her thigh and works its way between her legs, gently rubbing her clit. Her lids flutter closed at the feeling, so Igrip her chin tighter, satisfied when her eyes fly open. “I told you to watch.”
My hips surge forward harder, faster, my left hand falling to grip her throat as I watch her over her shoulder—mouth partly open, eyes wild and dazed, her knuckles white on the sink. Her moans mix with mine when I continue to find her g-spot, and when her legs begin to tremble, I know she’s close. My left hand leaves her throat and my arm wraps around her waist, holding her tightly against me and keeping her upright. She throws her head back so it lands on my shoulder, my hat falling off her head and settling on the floor.
“Jesse,” she pants, her hands leaving the sink to grip my wrists tightly as I increase the pressure on her clit. “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Sweetheart,” I breathe against her ear, my cock twitching inside her as her walls clench down on me.
Her whole body shakes as a loud gasp escapes her, and I moan as she pulses around me. She pants as I continue to move, clawing at my arms as I work her through her orgasm. I’m coming three thrusts later, spilling into her as my hips jerk and a deep guttural groan escapes my throat.
Our gazes connect in the mirror, and she gives me a weak, satisfied smile, her hands falling away from my wrists to rest on the sink. I slowly slide out of her, watching as some of my cum runs down her thigh. Once I get myself situated, I reach for the towels, pulling a handful out of the tin. I grip her hips and spin her around before I drop to my knees and carefully clean her up. When I glance up, she’s smiling down at me, and the sight almost has me dipping my head between her legs to clean her up with my tongue, but based on the cheers happening beyond the door, Stetson and Rylie must have just finished their song.
“Come on, Sweetheart,” I say once I stand, tossing the towels in the trash as I reach for her hand. “We better get out there before they come looking for us.”
“You go first,” she tells me, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I need to put myself back together.”
I flash her a wink before I bend down and pick up my hat, putting it back on. “As long as I can make a mess of you again later.”
“I’m counting on it.”
14FAITH
NORTH LITTLE ROCK
can’t seem to get enough
DidI really have sex in a bar bathroom last night?
Well, if I ever doubted it, the mark on my ass from the sink and the imprint on my back from whatever was written on the wall in sharpie lets me know that did, in fact, happen.
Jesus, what is this cowboy doing to me?
