by Laura Stone
“Oh, just come here,” she says, taking Robin by the wrist and tugging her up the bed. Robin lets herself be tugged, pleased as can be with herself.
They kiss again, taking care that Jasmine isn’t poked anywhere yet, just barely holding back smiles. Jasmine wraps her arms around Robin, dragging her blunt nails down her back as she lifts her legs and crosses her ankles at the small of Robin’s back. A soft grunt escapes Robin’s throat.
“Ready already?”
“Very.”
“Say no more.” Robin adjusts her hat, then seems to have an idea. “Question: you ever wanted to be a cowgirl?”
It takes Jasmine a moment to understand her meaning, but when she does a shiver runs down her spine. She’s been on top before, so she’s not nervous about doing it, but she does know that it’ll leave her body entirely on display. Considering all the praise Robin has been heaping on her to that effect, she suspects that might just be why Robin wants it.
“Okay,” Jasmine says, ducking her chin. She glances at Robin from beneath her lashes, heart pounding.
They swap positions, Robin making sure to make herself a nice little nest of pillows before flopping back with her hands folded behind her head. Her hat is tipped forward jauntily, and she gives an inviting wiggle of her hips.
“Come have a seat, princess,” Robin drawls. “I want to see my whole dick disappear inside your pretty little pussy.”
Cheeks flaming, Jasmine has nothing at all to say to that. Best to just get on with it, considering that’s what every inch of her body wants. She throws her leg over Robin’s hip and braces her hands on Robin’s chest as she starts to lower herself down.
Robin’s fingers wrap around her left wrist, and she says, “Woah there. Don’t you know anything about bronco riding?”
“...No,” Jasmine says dryly. Robin chuckles.
“Well, you only get to ride with one hand. The other stays up.”
“If you’re the bronco in the situation, shouldn’t I be wearing the hat then?”
Robin gives her a thoughtful look, and once again the hat is placed on Jasmine’s head. She adjusts it carefully so she can still see what she’s doing. With mussed hair that only makes her look all the more charming, Robin gives her flank a pat. Jasmine holds her left hand aloft, trying to mimic what she’s seen the very few times she’d seen bronco riding on TV.
With nothing else left to do, no witty banter on the tip of her tongue, Jasmine lets her hips sink downward. Thankfully, Robin is quick to slip a hand between them, to help guide her dick into Jasmine, but she takes it away just as soon as the head goes inside of her.
“Oh.” Jasmine’s eyelids flutter. She’s been so used to her own hand and nothing else for so long now. How could she have forgotten how good this feels?”
“That’s it, princess,” Robin purrs. “You take my dick, just like that. Aren’t you just a pretty thing, all full up. Does it feel good?”
“Ah, yeah. It- Mm,” Jasmine moans, unable to continue speaking as her ass meets Robin’s lap. It’s not a huge dildo, but it fills her up just right. When Robin shifts beneath her, she gasps, feeling every bit of it inside of her. Jasmine rocks her hips subtly, which gets a low groan from Robin in turn. Her hands fall on Jasmine’s hips, not pulling or pushing, just resting there to feel her motions.
She savors the moment, the stretch, the heat, the pressure. It’s not something that needs to be rushed, though the way Robin’s lip is going white between her teeth tells Jasmine she might explode if Jasmine doesn’t get moving soon. Making sure to keep her left hand up, the right still braced against Robin’s freckled chest, Jasmine moves.
Slow to start, nice and easy, before she deepens the motion.
“Ah, fuck,” she says quietly as sparks shoot up her spine.
“You look amazing.” Robin’s grip tightens on her hip before her hands move up and cup Jasmine’s bouncing breasts. She pinches and tugs at Jasmine’s nipples, making her moan.
“You feel amazing.” Jasmine’s thighs burn as she rides Robin’s dick, her hips rocking with more fervor as the heat inside her grows. It doesn’t matter though, she won’t stop yet. She can’t stop yet.
It’s been so long since she’s had a good, hard fuck. Back when they were together, sex with Brooke was never like this. Sure, they both got to come, but it wasn’t fun like this. Jasmine never felt so good about herself, or like she was desirable. It was always Brooke who wanted to get all the attention, all the adoration. Jasmine was just there to be the adoring fan. Now, with Robin staring at Jasmine like she might never stop, Jasmine feels like she is desirable. She wants to fuck herself on Robin’s dick hard enough that neither of them forgets it anytime soon.
Robin’s head falls back with a deep moan, exposing the long line of her throat, though she keeps her eyes on Jasmine. Even as Jasmine chases her own pleasure, it certainly seems to do enough for Robin.
“Might need to give you a medal after this,” Robin tells her breathlessly, pausing to groan. “This year’s Dick Riding Champion.”
Panting, Jasmine says, “After only one round?”
Robin laughs, but it’s cut off by a sharp cry of pleasure. “Shit! Ah, you’re right- Don’t stop, princess, I’m real close-”
Stop? Jasmine can’t even think of a reason to, with Robin’s cheeks so flushed, her hands trembling with need. She redoubles her efforts, grinding down on Robin’s dick, rolling her hips hard. Robin gives a few more cries as Jasmine does. Her jaw tightens, hands slamming down on Jasmine’s hips, her own lifting up to slam into her desperately.
“Ah, fuck!” Robin yells, chest heaving as she and Jasmine move against one another. Jasmine rides her hard as Robin comes, loud and long, squirming beneath her. At last Robin stiffens, then goes nearly boneless beneath Jasmine, her eyes glazed over.
Pausing for the first time, Jasmine laughs breathlessly. She reaches down with the hand she’s been holding up to cup Robin’s cheek. “All done?”
“You kiddin’?” Robin chuckles, taking Jasmine’s hand and kissing the palm. “I could watch you fuck yourself on my dick all day. Keep going, princess. Let’s see how pretty you come for me.”
Jasmine bites down on a pleased smile, and does as she’s told. By now she starts to worry that she will tire out too soon to get off, but Robin doesn’t let her down. A hand slides down her hip, Robin’s blunt thumb slipping between her folds to stroke at her clit.
“Oh!” Jasmine gasps at the sensation. The callused digit isn’t nearly as rough as she had thought it would be, with the slickness from her pussy making it slide easily.
“Too sensitive?”
“No.” Jasmine shivers. “Keep touching me like that.”
Robin nods, a smug tilt to her mouth. As Jasmine continues riding her dick, Robin circles around her clit.
It takes not long at all before the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside of her. With Robin’s dick filling her up, hitting every single button inside of her, and Robin’s thumb on her clit, flicking and rubbing just the right way, it’s only a matter of time. It hits her hard and fast as a freight train, a wave of pleasure that rolls over her, radiating outward from her belly down her limbs, all the way to her fingers and toes. She lets her head fall back with a wordless yell, still riding. The hat tumbles away somewhere behind her, but she hardly minds as her vision goes golden.
The pleasure lingers, ebbing away slow as the orgasm ends. Jasmine sucks in a deep breath, feeling like she’s been underwater for just a moment too long. Her limbs are heavy and loose. She blinks away the stares in her eyes, meeting Robin’s gaze below her.
“Hot damn,” Robin mutters, almost more to herself than Jasmine. “How ya’ feel, princess?”
Jasmine clears her throat and smooths her hair back.
“Damn good.”
“Ha, yeah.” Robin’s smile goes fond and a little stupid. She’s really, really cute like this. “C’mere?”
Jasmine is brought in for a warm, shockingly chaste kiss, consider
ing her slick is spread between the two of them quite thoroughly. Robin’s thumb grazes over Jasmine’s cheekbone, back and forth. The moment is almost too sweet, too intimate for what Jasmine thought this was.
Gently, Jasmine pulls away, lifting herself off of Robin’s lap. Robin doesn’t look offended in the least, just keeps giving Jasmine that smug little look. Finding the hat, Jasmine shoves it over Robin’s face.
“I need a shower,” she says as Robin laughs and pulls the hat away. “Think you can order some pizza? I’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Robin snaps a salute.
As Jasmine struts away, knowing that Robin is ogling her ass as she goes, she can’t help but think about the music festival. Sure, she still wishes it was happening and all, but damn if this wasn’t one hell of a consolation prize.
Who knows? Maybe tomorrow will bring even better things, and more rain.
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Check out my other erotic short story Andy's Girl.
Jessica’s starting all over out in the country after getting out of a bad relationship. She’s getting over her ex, she’s moving on, ready to explore her bisexuality more, and she’s throwing a baby shower for her sister today. Her big problem? Her lawn mower is busted, and the only one who can help her is Andrea-- or Andy-- her super hot, lesbian neighbor across the road who really doesn’t like Jessica. When she asks for Andy’s help though, she turns out to be better with her hands than Jessica was bargaining for.
