Page 75 of Revelry
“Revelry indeed. To revelry,” I said, clinking our glasses together and then swallowing down the sticky, sweet liquor. She kept eye contact with me as she swallowed hers and I found myself falling under her spell even further.
She poured us two more and then came out from behind the bar. “Bull ride?”
“Excuse me?”
She booped my nose and ran off towards the mechanical bull.
“Come on, I’ve gone up against Leo before and managed to hold on longer than him. Hopefully he’s better on actual bulls, for the sake of his limbs,” she muttered as she felt along the base of the machine for the ‘on’ switch.
“I don’t drink and bull ride,” I said, waving my hands.
The bull came to life, and she skipped back over to me, taking my hands in hers. “Come on, Tatey. Live a little.”
The tequila was increasing the hold on the spell she cast over me because as she lightly pulled on my arms, I went willingly. “Show me how it’s done, sugar.”
I hadn’t meant my voice to dip low, but her eyes flashed at me, and she ran her tongue over her lips. I wondered if she tasted of honey from the tequila or berries and cream like before. My tongue snaked out over my own lip, desperate for a taste.
She leapt over the edge of the machine and bounced up onto the bull with a spryness that I enjoyed far too much. The edge of her dress rode up as she gripped the handle with one hand, knuckles white, and raised her other in the air before giving me a nod and a wink.
Tearing my eyes away from her thighs, I flicked the switch. The bull jerked to life but she held on. It started slow and her hips rolled into the motion in waves, which was hell on my restraint. My cock was hard and I couldn’t even hide it. Her round hips rocked and I couldn’t see anything but her riding me.
It sped up and she clamped her thighs on each side, holding on for dear life as it got faster, spinning and bucking and she was a champ. Eventually, thankfully for my poor dick, she was bucked off and hit the padded wall.
“Gertrude!” I shouted, turning it off and leaping over the padded barrier to get to her. But instead of finding her hurt, she was clutching her stomach and giggling.
“Your turn,” she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes.
I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “I need another drink before I tackle that big boy.”
“Big boy!” she cried and burst into more giggles. I started laughing with her before helping her up and away from the bull.
She skipped over to the bar, her dress swaying around her thighs and my eyes lingered on the smooth silky skin between her damn cowgirl boots and the hem of her dress. I managed to get my eyes on her face just in time for her to turn around.
“What do you want to drink before you ride?”
“Whiskey.”
She rummaged through the bottles, clanking them together until she found the whiskey and poured us two fingers each. She came around the bar and stood in front of me, linking our arms and declaring “drink!” I had to duck down given our height difference. A tiny bit dripped down my chin and she reached out with her finger and snagged the droplet, bringing it to her lips.
“Don’t waste it,” she husked as she slid her finger into her mouth and my tongue grew twenty times heavier. I don’t know how long I stared at her, but she snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Come on, your turn to ride thebig boy.”
I followed her back over, wondering what the hell was wrong with me and why everything she did made me think of sex.
“Do you think this is high on the ERP scale?”
I looked the bull over. Other people’s germs on the handle, drawing attention to oneself. I rolled my shoulders. “It’s definitely in the middle of the scale.”
“Good, then together we’ll conquer him. Do you need training from a skilled rider?” she asked, standing next to the bull with her hands on her hips.
I nodded, unable to speak. She showed me where to put my feet and then stood behind me, leaning forward to place my hand on the handle, her breasts brushing against my back. Once I was in position, she stepped back.
“Hold on tight.”
The mechanical bull started slow, as I expected, but I wasn’t prepared for how quickly it sped up and the ferocity of the bucking. I didn’t last long. It was embarrassing but I enjoyed how quickly she ran to my side when I was thrown. She stumbled in her boots and fell on top of me, not too gracefully but I didn’t care. I just wanted her hands on me and was tired of pretending I didn’t.
She had different ideas though and quickly righted herself.
“Oof, sorry. Must be the alcohol.”
