Page 54 of Hung Up
It’s not until I’m about to climb onto Doze You Down, an all brown bull and my challenge of the night, that I see Faith again. She’s standing off to the side of the chute with a redhead that looks an awful lot like Maxine, their arms looped through one another as Georgia fidgets with a media lanyard that Faith must have given her. I give her a dazzling smile as our eyes connect, chancing a wink in her direction, which only causes her to shake her head.
Even though I didn’t get my pre-ride pep talk from Faith, it’s a relatively good one. Doze You Down isn’t as aggressive tonight as his rating would suggest, which gets me a few points shy of a perfect score. And since Kai ended up with a perfect ride despite his earlier concerns, I’m still trailing behind him by only thirteen points. Watching him come back and find Georgia—theway she leapt into his arms and kissed him without reservation—was somewhat disconcerting. The pang I felt in my gut was one I wasn’t used to.
A desperation to have what someone else has.
And based on the look Faith gives me when I find her half an hour later leaving the media room, I’m going to be waiting a long time.
“Hey there, Sweetheart,” I say, flashing her my best smile. “Want to grab dinner? A bunch of us are going out.”
“Not a chance,” she replies, hiking her bag up on her shoulder before crossing her arms over her chest. “Sorry, Pretty Boy.”
Faith turns and starts to make her way toward the exit, so I run after her. “Wait, hold up. What’s going on?”
“I think we need to redefine what this is.” She doesn’t sound upset or angry—rather, she sounds resigned. Defeated. “The lines I told myself I wouldn’t cross are starting to blur and I can’t let that happen.”
“Sweetheart—”
“No, Jesse.” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I won’t let you sway me on this. We need to go back to what this was: just sex. The flowers and the notes and the sweet gestures are confusing me and I don’t like feeling this way. If that’s not okay with you, if you can’t cut back on, I don’t know, being you, then please let me know and we can stop this. Otherwise, I’ll be in our room if you’re willing to get back to our regularly scheduled programming. You’re welcome to come join me.”
I don’t bother trying to stop her as she sidesteps me and continues her walk down the hallway, but I watch as she goes. On the positive side, she didn’t lash out. She didn’t yell and scream at me like I had almost expected. She’s always gone on the defensive whenever something—well, me—bothered her.And honestly? I would almost rather have that than the resigned version of her I just got.
For a split second, I find myself wondering if I can do it. If I can cut back and be satisfied with just sex. If I’m able to put my growing feelings aside and forget what I want, just so I can have a fraction of her. Is that really fair to me? To feel like a doormat just waiting for her to need me? Maybe Wyatt’s right and I need to start putting some space between us for the sake of my sanity. For my own protection.
But as Faith is about to round the corner and slip out of the building, she hesitates. Glancing at me over her shoulder, she gives me a sad yet hopeful smile that has my heart stuttering. And as I look at her, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ll take whatever pieces she’s willing to give me—my heart be damned.
The second we’re in our room, it’s a flurry of rough kisses, hair pulling, and clothes being ripped off. There’s a desperation to Faith’s movements that are new, ones I haven’t witnessed before that give me momentary pause—just not long enough to stop what we’re doing.
If sex is all she wants from me, then I’m going to make it the best sex she’s ever had.
“Close your eyes,” I demand as we break apart. Faith does as she’s told, standing in the middle of the room with her eyes shut. I walk over to my discarded pants near the bed and reach into the back pocket—which still has her initials embroidered on them—pulling out the two bandanas I had gotten at the vendor fair. They were intended for my younger sister, but I knewthey had better uses once we started this friends-with-benefits arrangement.
I move to stand behind her, dipping my head to place a few soft kisses to her neck. Her breath hitches as I reach for one of her wrists and pull it behind her back, wrapping the bandana around it before I grab her other one and do the same, and tie them together. She tries to pull her hands apart, but they don’t budge, and I smile, satisfied.
“Tell me, Sweetheart,” I say softly as I turn her toward me, my grin growing when I realize her eyes are still closed. “Are you ready to bend completely to my will?”
She nods, panting softly. “Words, baby. I need your words.”
“Yes,” she breathes, and I notice her rubbing her thighs together.
“Good.”
Grabbing the second bandana, I tie it around her eyes, securing it behind her head with a gentle knot. I take a step back and admire her—hands tied behind her back resting above her gorgeous, firm and plump ass. She lets out a whimper, her mouth hanging open slightly, and I know if I don’t make a move soon, I’ll be aching for her, too.
“Take a few steps backward,” I demand, not leaving any room for argument. She does as she’s told until she hits the bed. Closing the gap between us, I give her chest a gentle push so she falls back onto the bed, her legs hanging off the edge and her hands pinned beneath her. “Spread your legs.” She bites her lips as she obliges. “God, look at that pretty pussy. Glistening and ready for me. Tell me, Sweetheart, are you desperate for my touch?”
I step between her legs and run my middle finger along her folds, not dipping between them just yet. She begins to writhe on the bed, attempting to get me closer, and I can’t help it as I chuckle. “You are, aren’t you? What do you want, Faith? Myfingers?” I finally dip between her folds, rubbing her clit before I slip two fingers inside her. Her back arches as she gasps, but I quickly remove them as I drop to my knees. “My tongue?” I lick her from bottom to top, stopping to suck on her clit which makes her moan. I’m back on my feet fisting my cock as I line it up with her entrance. “Or my dick?”
“I want your cock,” she tells me, and her words cause me to groan and tip my head back.This woman is going to be the death of me.“I want you to fill my pussy. Please, Jesse.”Yup, definitely going to be the death of me.
I slide into her slowly, her walls pulsing around me as I push my way into her tight cunt. We both groan at the feeling, her arousal coating me as I begin to move my hips. I surge forward, burying myself inside her in my entirety, and she digs the back of her head into the mattress as she arches some more and begins to writhe on the bed. Grabbing her legs, I hook them around the back of her knees before I plant my hands on the bed, pinning her knees to her chest. The new angle allows me to sink even deeper into her, and I have to stop my movements for a moment so I don’t come on the spot.
“That feels so good,” she moans.
“You feel like heaven, Sweetheart,” I say as I press a kiss between her breasts and start moving my hips again. “It’s like your cunt was made for me.”
Honestly, it feels like Faith in general was made for me. It feels like we balance each other out in a way. Like her driven and calm demeanor was meant to tame my wild and outgoing one. That my humor and outlook on life was supposed to help bring her out of her shell. We’re opposites in so many ways, not aligning on much of anything, but I think that’s why I’ve been so drawn to her. Never in my wildest dreams did I think a woman like Faith would be interested in a man like me. As cliche as it sounds, the idea of a city girl like her, one with an esteemedcareer, falling into bed with a wild city boy bull rider like me is the kind of thing that just doesn’t happen—at least not to me.
She said she doesn’t like that I make her feel, and truth be told, I’m not liking how she’s making me feel, either. At the end of the day, this is the only way I can have her: pliant and wet and needy, waiting to be fucked before we go back to our rooms and act like it never happened the next day.
