Ride: A Bad Boy Romance

by Roxie Noir

  “That hard enough?” he asks.

  I just nod.

  “Open your eyes and look at me while you come,” he commands.

  I do. I lock my gaze onto him as he hits those perfect spots deep inside me, over and over again. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, but I do.

  “Jackson,” I whisper, and he pulls my hair a little harder.

  I come. I keep my eyes open but I feel like I’m exploding apart from the edges, my whole body just shattering at once.

  “Fuck, Jackson,” I say again, because that’s all I can think of, jolts of pleasure wracking my whole body as I come so hard my vision goes white for a moment. “Fuck.”

  I’m just barely aware that he lets my hair go and grabs my shoulders, because then he’s coming inside me in hard, urgent jolts, still looking at me in the mirror.

  It takes a while before I realize he’s just muttering goddamn, Lula-Mae over and over again until we finally stop moving, his forehead resting against the back of my head. The sound of our breathing fills the little bathroom.

  Jackson leans forward and wraps his arms around me, and I can feel his heart pounding, his chest rising and falling. Even though we’re in a bathroom and just fucked against a sink, I feel like everything in the world has suddenly gone quiet and still, like there’s just us in this moment.

  I take one of his hands in mine and put it on top of mine, then lace our fingers together from below. One by one, I kiss his knuckles, pressing my lips to his skin over and over as our breathing slows, as my heartbeat slows. I feel strangely desperate to do something that will keep this moment from slipping away, but this is all I can think of.

  He watches me like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t.

  24

  Jackson

  Mae kisses my knuckles. They’re scarred and fucked up and she’s doing it slowly but hungrily, like she needs to memorize every inch of my hands with her lips.

  I have the strange, wild urge to tell her I love her, but I don’t, because we’re drunk and we just fucked in a bar bathroom and it’s probably not the best time. So I stand there and let her kiss me and hold her close, drinking in this moment in the hope I can remember it forever.

  After a moment, she stops kissing my hands and laces our fingers together, then just looks at me with her perfect blue eyes. I’ve got my head against hers and I turn and kiss her on the temple, because even though we just had not-gentle sex in this bathroom right now I feel oddly protective toward her, like she’s delicate and fragile even though I know she’s not.

  “Jackson,” she finally says. “What are we doing?”

  Before I can answer, there’s a knock on the door.

  “Shit,” I mutter, but Mae just starts giggling as she pulls her dress down.

  “Just a minute!” she calls out.

  A second later, we’re both nearly decent. Mae finds her broken thong, throws it in the trash, and swipes between her legs with some toilet paper. I look away as she does it, as if it’s not my fault in the first place.

  Then I unlock the door and we leave. I nod at the annoyed-looking woman outside the door, and Mae tries to hide behind me, grabbing my arm and ducking her head. When we get back to the table, she’s still giggling, her face bright red. Our burgers still aren’t there.

  “I think we got away with it,” she murmurs, reaching for another beer.

  I just shrug.

  “At worst, they’ll kick us out,” I say, and wink at her. “Drink up fast.”

  We clink glasses again. I put my arm around her, and we both lean back into the booth.

  “To not getting caught,” I say, and we both drink.

  There’s a million things I want to say to her. I want to tell her that I started looking for a real house. I want to tell her that I’m dreading the day after tomorrow. I want to tell her that even though she’s here I’ve missed texting her stupid little things all day long.

  I want to tell her how much I wish we could just be like this all the time, a normal couple doing normal things and also having sex in the bathroom. I wish I could tell the world that she’s mine, and I can’t. Not now. Not yet.

  Mandy the Waitress comes with our burgers and we both chow down. We talk about the rodeo, about our days, like normal people having a normal relationship.

  After dinner we walk around downtown Las Vegas holding hands. When we reach the end of the street, we stop. Mae puts her head against my chest and for a long time, we stand there and I just hold her.

  “Jackson,” she says. “This is a real thing, right?”

  I look where she’s looking, at the lights and neon and glitz, at the showgirls walking around and smiling wide at everyone.

  “It’s as real as anything in Vegas,” I say.

  She looks up at me and frowns, and suddenly I’m not sure I know what we’re talking about.

  “I meant us,” she says, and looks back at the street, my arms still around her.

  “You’re asking if we’re a real thing?” I say. “I think so.”

  I have no idea what real thing means, but I’m pretty sure the right answer is yes. She doesn’t say anything.

  “I thought we were dating,” I say, as something tightens around my heart. “I told my parents you were my girlfriend.”

  “Oh,” she says.

  Oh?

  “What did you think was happening?” I ask.

  She’s quiet a moment.

  “I didn’t know,” she says. “You said you’re not seeing anyone else right now.”

  “Just you, Lula-Mae,” I say. I squeeze her tighter and force myself not to think of her with someone else.

  “Are you?” I finally ask.

  Mae just laughs.

  “No,” she says.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I tell her. “I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school.”

  “But you got seventy-one rankings on Ride A Rodeo Stud?”

  “How long until I live that down?” I ask.

  “Sorry,” she says. “It’s just... I don’t know. It’s a big number and it feels hard to live up to.”

  I kiss the top of her head.

  “I had a lot of options and picked right,” I say. “No one else has ever gotten a picture of Flossie.”

  Mae pauses.

  “The goat?” she finally says.

  “My favorite goat,” I say.

  “Is that how cowboys tell girls they’re serious?” she asks, slowly. “They text them pictures of their favorite goats?”

  “It’s one of the ways,” I say. “That or they take them on a tractor ride.”

  “That sounds like a sex move you do outdoors,” she says, and I laugh.

  “Come to Wyoming and I’ll take you on a tractor ride,” I tease.

  “Will I have to stay in your jizz-covered trailer?”

  “It’s just the kitchen table that’s covered,” I say. “I clean it off. Though I—”

  I stop short.

  “Tell me,” she says. “I want to know what I’m getting into.”

  “It got on the ceiling,” I confess. “The first time you used the vibrator.”

  Mae turns her head and leans her forehead against me, and I can feel her shaking with laughter.

  “You’re disgusting,” she says, and I grin.

  “Your fault,” I say.

  We go quiet for a moment. Lights flash, and we can just barely hear the clang of machines from inside the casinos.

  “I don’t want to leave and go back to Wyoming,” I say.

  “We can’t stay in Vegas,” Mae murmurs.

  “I could move to New York,” I say.

  “That’s a terrible idea,” Mae says. “I don’t even like it that much, and it’s got zero rodeos.”

  I exhale.

  “I started looking at real houses that aren’t a trailer on my parents’ ranch,” I say.

  “Where?” she asks.

  “Wyoming, but I only just started,” I say. “I can look anywher
e.”

  She doesn’t say anything.

  “Photography is mostly in New York, right?” I ask.

  Mae just nods.

  “And rodeo is all out west,” she says, as if I didn’t know, and then laughs. “We’ve known each other for a month, we’re probably getting ahead of ourselves.”

  “But it’s been a real good month,” I say.

  “Yeah,” Mae agrees. She huddles closer to me. “You ready to head back to your room? It’s freezing out here.”

  I put my jacket over her as we walk to the taxi stand, and she tries to give it back, but I just laugh.

  “Let me be a gentleman for once,” I say into her ear.

  “As long as it’s only once,” she says.

  I slip my hand under my jacket and over her hip, then suddenly remember she’s not wearing underwear and grin. We get into a cab, and in the dark backseat I pull her toward me and grab her ass through her dress, then slowly pull the hem up.

  “I almost forgot you didn’t have panties on,” I murmur.

  “I didn’t,” she says, then smiles slowly. “Now I don’t have to take anything off.”

  The taxi driver turns his radio up. Mae turns her eyes forward and slides her hand along my jeans, and this time I let her grab my erection and squeeze, the gold windows of the Mandalay Bay getting ever closer as my cock strains against denim for the millionth time that day.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask.

  “I’ve got a pretty good handle on it right now,” Mae says. Her eyes are sparkling, even in the dark.

  I kiss her slowly, trying to control myself. She squeezes me again and I force myself not to groan.

  “Dirty,” I whisper into her ear.

  “I’m a nice girl,” she whispers back.

  “I’ve never heard anything further from the truth,” I say. I push my hand between her thighs, even as she squeezes them together.

  “I’m usually a much nicer girl,” she says. “No one’s ever ripped my underwear off in a bar bathroom before to eat me out.”

  I kiss her again.

  “Why do I have the feeling it’s not the last time?” I murmur.

  “Because it was so much fun?” she says.

  “Mandalay Bay!” the driver shouts, glaring in the rearview mirror.

  I tip well.

  We walk across the lobby and get into the elevator without saying anything to each other, then ride up with a family. The mom looks at the bulge in my jeans and glares at me, but Mae takes my hand and glares back possessively until they get off a few floors before us. Then she puts her arms around me, and I grab her ass.

  “Next time, just pee on my leg,” I tease.

  She wrinkles her nose and looks at me like I’m crazy.

  “To mark your territory,” I say, and Mae laughs.

  “Sorry,” she says.

  “Don’t be,” I say, and slide my hands under the bottom of her dress. “I wish everyone knew I was yours.”

  The elevator doors open and we walk into the hall.

  I look both ways, then pick up Mae and toss her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She squeals and kicks a little, but gives up too fast to actually be upset. From here I can smell her arousal, and I try to open my hotel room with a credit card instead of the key, it’s so distracting.

  Inside I toss her on the bed and she laughs, and then she’s sitting up, grabbing me by the belt and pulling me toward her, standing between her legs as she sits on the bed.

  “Get your shirt off,” she says, unbuttoning the bottom buttons.

  “Bossy,” I say, but then my shirt is off and she’s pulling me by the belt again, her lips hot and urgent on my stomach.

  “You make me crazy,” she says, her voice buzzing against my skin.

  “Why?” I ask.

  She undoes my belt and then unbuttons my jeans, then runs her tongue slowly along the indentation of my hip. It makes my cock twitch with anticipation, straining against the zipper.

  “Because you’re fucking sexy,” she says. “You make me feel like I’m a bottomless pit.”

  She kisses me again, and I think she growls.

  “I feel like I have an itch that won’t stay scratched, and it’s your fault,” she goes on.

  She pulls down my boxers and jeans all at once, then stands and pushes me backwards until I’m sitting on the couch and she’s kneeling on the floor in front of me. My cock’s at full mast, swollen and throbbing as if we didn’t just fuck in a bathroom two hours ago.

  Mae doesn’t tease me this time, just slides her mouth down my shaft until I groan, her tongue flat against the underside. She doesn’t go slow but she doesn’t go fast, and she makes these half-moan noises that feel like they’re vibrating up my spine.

  Her hair falls over her face and I push it away, the strands flowing through my fingers. She pulls back and looks at me, her lips just over the head of my cock, tongue swirling, and it’s so sexy that I have to hold my breath for a moment as her mouth slides back down, almost to the base of my cock.

  I think I might come. I almost tell her to stop, I’d rather fuck her, but it’s impossible to get the words out when it feels so damn good. All I can do is groan and watch her.

  At the last second, she stops and leans her head against the inside of one knee. Her hand curls possessively over the top, and she takes a moment to just look at me.

  Then she stands, her hands on my knees, and bends over me.

  “Tell me what you—”

  I grab the back of her head and lean forward and kiss her hard. Her mouth tastes musky, but it’s hot in a dirty kind of way. I push my tongue into her mouth and taste her deeper.

  “Ride my cock,” I growl, my hand on the back of her neck.

  She kneels over me and I kiss her again. I run two fingers over her slit, and her juices practically run down my hand. Mae moans into my mouth when I push them inside her, then take them out and slide them past her clit.

  Her dress is around her waist. I take her by one hip and hold the base of my cock with the other. She slides down in one long stroke, utterly enveloping me as I groan into her shoulder.

  “God, you feel so good,” she whispers.

  I unzip her dress behind her and push it over her head. She tosses it somewhere else and her bra follows. I kiss her neck and pinch both her nipples at once, and she moans as her pussy contracts around me.

  “You like that,” I say.

  “I like everything you do to me,” she whispers.

  Mae starts moving her hips and riding me, and I lean my head back against the couch and exhale. Her tits bounce a little as she moves, and I can just see my cock disappearing inside her, again and again.

  There’s no better view in the world.

  “You’re beautiful,” I say.

  “Especially when I’m riding your cock?” she asks.

  “Fuck yes,” I say. “I could watch you do this all day.”

  “I could do this all day,” she says, her voice low.

  She leans forward and kisses me, her hips still moving.

  “That good?” I ask, leaning forward and grinning.

  I hold her hips down, burying myself inside her until she groans.

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Jesus, Jackson.”

  Her pussy contracts around me again, her breathing ragged.

  “Go slow or I’m gonna come already,” she whispers.

  “What’s wrong with that?” I ask.

  “It feels too good to have you inside me,” she says, a slow smile spreading across her face. “I waited weeks for this and I want it to last.”

  “I promise not to come yet,” I growl.

  I have no idea if I can keep that promise. I still think I’m going to come every time I enter her, for fuck’s sake.

  “Just let me make you come again,” I say. “I love watching you.”

  Mae bites her lip, but she starts moving again, fucking me gently, her hands on my shoulders.

  “Fuck me as
hard as you want, Lula-Mae,” I whisper. “I ain’t gonna break.”

  I pull her onto me a little roughly.

  “Oh fuck,” she says, steadying herself with one hand against the back of the couch and one hand on my chest. I grin at her.

  Mae rides me harder and harder. I’ve got my hands on her hips and I’m pulling her down onto my cock as hard as I can, the pure pleasure of being inside her shooting through my whole body.

  “This feels so fucking good,” she gasps.

  “Come,” I growl, leaning forward.

  “Just fuck me,” she whispers. “Please.”

  I push her hips onto my cock as hard as I can. I bite her collarbone and she moans explosively, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

  “You make me come so hard,” she whispers, and then she explodes. Her muscles tighten around me so hard I almost can’t breathe. There’s a moment when I have no idea whether I’m coming or not, as her nails rake across my back and I can feel every muscle in her body clench all at once.

  “Fuck, Jackson,” she says, nearly shouting.

  I love how she says my name when she comes.

  When she slows, I pull her face down to mine and kiss her. I’m still hard inside her, somehow. I move her hips against me and she gasps.

  “I kept my promise,” I murmur. “Even though you’re an insatiable monster.”

  “I’m not a monster,” she says.

  “You’re my monster,” I say. “I bet you already can’t wait for round two.”

  “What’s round two?” she asks.

  I don’t answer her. Instead I lift her off of me, stand, and toss her over my shoulder again as she squeals.

  “I can walk,” she says.

  I toss her on the bed and get on top of her. I’m so hard it feels like my dick might fall off, but I kiss her hard and she slides her hand down the shaft, already slick with her.

  “What do you think round two is, Lula-Mae?” I growl in her ear. “Round two is we fuck again.”

  25

  Mae

  I was pretty sure round two was we fuck again. I’m still shaky and high from round one, but now there’s that light in Jackson’s eyes. The primal, animal, caveman light.