by Lexi Whitlow
But my favorite part of her body was the paunch of fat she had sitting right behind her belly button. She always complained about that damn piece of fat, but I absolutely adored it. It fit the curve of my hand just right, and there was something about a hard-working woman with an appetite to match that set my pelvis roaring to life. She’d always shrug me off, but when I got her naked every single evening I could, I’d suck marks right onto that little bit of jiggle while she writhed and bucked underneath me just so she’d know exactly how much I loved it.
That was another thing about Julie that drew me to her, and that was her inability to keep control in the sack. She’d buck and drop just like every other animal I’d ridden on, and my practice with bulls in the ring helped me to ride with her instead of delaying her pleasure by making her lay still. See, most men can’t handle a woman like that: a vocal woman whose body lost control. They think a woman’s supposed to lay there and make these cute little squeaks before doting on how big his dick is.
But not Julie.
Her tongue was sharp, and her words were dirty, and her body would shake shimmy, and rock just as hard as mine in the bed. Sex with her was primal, like two animals stalking each other in heat. Julie knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it, and she let her body take control in order to see it through to the end.
A knock at my trailer door ripped me from my thoughts, and all I could do was groan before I leaned myself back into the couch. Some fucking reporter was still trying to get some statement from me, and my mind automatically went back to the reporter with the blonde hair and the blue eyes. Damn it, she looked just like Julie, and something told me that’s exactly who was banging down my door. The knock started soft, but it slowly grew in volume, and I knew that if I really wanted to be left alone, I’d have to get up and answer it.
“Just a sec!” I called out.
I heaved myself up from the couch, and I winced before a pressure descended between my legs. My pelvis was aching, and my bulging dick was straining against my chaps, and I figured I needed to go ahead and remove them if I was going to situate myself before throwing my trailer door open to someone. I ripped my chaps off as I ran through different things I could say to the woman, and I jammed my hands down into my pants and pulled my chub up against my body before I sighed in relief.
But then, the knocking became harder and more persistent.
“Jesus-... can y’all hold on a second!?”
I was gonna play nice, but this knocking was getting on my nerves. I heard the muffled sounds of the stadium roaring, and it was probably some other person who’d been thrown from a bull or something. See, there are three kinds of noises a stadium watching bull riding competitions makes: there’s the winner’s cheer, the “oh!” sound of someone falling off, and the shocked gasp when someone is about to get hurt.
I’d heard the winner’s cheer and the shocked gasp, but the sound the crowd was making now told me someone was falling off their bull.
And then, that damn knock turned right into a fucking police fist bang, and I’d had it with whoever was at my door.
“Now, I told you very nicely to hold on, and all you got to give me in return is-”
I ripped my door open and felt the breath leave my lungs. It was like someone had slapped me right across the face with a baseball bat full of nails. I clenched my jaw, and my fist bared down on the handle of the trailer, and as I studied the honey blonde hair and big, blue eyes in front of me, my mind suddenly went blank.
It’s wasn’t a reporter, and it wasn’t a fan. It wasn’t the bull inspector or a student, and it wasn’t even an assistant offering me another chance to ride for the crowd.
It was Julie.
Julie fucking August.
“Hey there, slugger,” she smirked.
And all I could do was stare.
Julie
Julie - Chapter Four
The shock on his face was evident, and I really couldn’t blame him. The butterflies were flying so hard through my stomach I thought I was gonna heave all over him, but when I saw the advertisement for the rodeo, I just knew he would be here. Some of the advertisements showcased the fact he was riding, but some of them were just handouts, and before I even knew he was riding I just knew I had to come.
I had to see him again.
I stared at him for a long time, and I couldn’t help but notice how wonderful age looked on him: his dark brown hair held the very first hints of gray at his temples, and his green eyes still sparkled with that independence I never could figure out how to wrangle. He had been impressive on the back of that bull, and I knew when he trotted off behind the stadium that I had to find him.
I had to talk to him.
“Come on in, Julie,” he said lowly.
He stepped aside, and I brushed passed him, and I couldn’t help but relish in the warmth his body temporarily provided. I eyed the couch and decided I’d sit there, hoping that maybe he’d sit down beside me. But when he shut the trailer door and turned around, all he did was stand on the steps.
The silence hung heavy in the air, impregnated with so many unanswered questions, and I knew I owed him answers to things he probably was asking himself many times over the years. What I did to him in college was wrong, but I knew if I would’ve told him about the job in Paris he would’ve figured out a way to make me stay. A guy like him didn’t belong in a city like Paris, and a woman like me didn’t belong in a town like this, and I knew I’d never get him to understand that. I knew he’d try to talk me into staying, into being by his side and working in one of the boutiques in town. Maybe he would’ve encouraged me to open a shop of my own and sell my own fashion line for the rest of my life, but I wanted something else.
Something bigger.
Something more…
I knew if I told him about the offer, he’d talk me out of it; and I knew that if he tried to talk me out of it, that I would let him.
I knew I’d give up my dreams for him, and I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t do that to myself like my mother had.
I eyed him carefully and watched him look at me. He’d always been a good-looking boy, but what was now in front of me was a burly, handsome man. The stubble on his cheek burned the inside of my thighs, and his sea foam eyes raged with the confusion he was probably feeling. He was a lanky boy in college, but riding bulls and raising his own animals etched his body well, and his broad shoulders now held a rigid and chiseled chest that my fingertips wanted to sink into. His hips were strong, and his legs were taut, and I felt my entire body begin to shiver on the couch.
My god, he’d filled out his body well, and it took all the energy I could muster not to stare.
“What’re you doing here, Julie?” he asked with a guarded tone to his voice.
“Well, uh… I’m visiting my family, and I saw the advertisements for the rodeo,” I answered lightly.
“Having fun?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You guess?” he asked.
“Well, I just… was really hoping I could see you.”
“Mission accomplished.”
I nodded my head and swallowed hard, and for the first time since I’d sat on that couch he darted his eyes away and danced them around the trailer. I knew all the questions flying through his head, and I wished he would just ask them. He deserved to know the answers, and I honestly wanted to give them to him. I’d built up a decent career for myself after the fashion scene in Paris took me under its wing, and I was being offered the chance to create my own fashion line to debut this year at fashion week. I wanted to tell him all about it, about the dresses and the pant suits and the flamboyant shirts. I wanted to say him that I was bringing cowgirl chic to the streets of the biggest fashion city in the world, and I wanted him to tell me he was proud of me.
I wanted Axel to be proud of what I’d accomplished.
“How long you in town?” he asked.
“A week.”
“A week...” he trailed off.
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nbsp; “Yeah…” I sighed. “Do you, um… do you still ride often? That was a hell of an impressive turn you did out there.”
“Nah. First time I’ve been on a bull in years,” he murmured.
“Really? That was badass for it being years. Why’d you stop?”
“My heart just isn’t in it anymore. Not since college,” he admitted. “Now, I raise the rough stock for the rodeos and train new riders who have the same fire. They ain’t got that fire, I don’t train them. People get killed when they don’t have that fire.”
“Not… since college?” I asked.
“Yeah. My heart hasn’t been in it since then.”
“But you were riding after-”
I watched his flaring eyes pan towards me, and every single fear I was hoping didn’t exist were confirmed. He’d stopped riding after graduation. After I left him that morning for Paris. Bull riding was his passion, the one thing he was doing to help pay for his college. And he was damn good, too! There wasn’t a session he rode that was under six seconds, and he was the only rider in the entire state who never had to do a re-ride because of faulty equipment. Hell, even when the equipment did fail, he still held on and completed his ride!
If there was any human being on this planet that was born for bull riding, it was Axel.
And he’d given it up when I left.
“Oh, Axel. I’m so sorry.”
I put my head in my hands and felt tears crest my eyes. I never meant for him to stop. I never meant for him to get hurt. I knew how badly I panicked over him riding and I knew that it got on his nerves, and I figured he would just continue riding without some woman worrying over him in a trailer!
“I never thought you would’ve stopped riding,” I breathed.
My palms were catching my tears, and I felt my neck begin to flush, and all the embarrassment of showing up at this damn rodeo and trying to see him came flooding to the forefront. I felt like an idiot for thinking I could see him… for thinking he would just listen to the answers, I had for him, and everything would be alright.
I was an idiot to come here.
But before I could get off the couch, I felt it dip down beside me before a warm sensation began to trickle over my knee. I sniffed and dropped my hands from my vision and saw Axel’s hand sprawled out on my skin, and my jaw began to tremble before I felt something underneath it. There was a pressure before my face began to move, and my puffy red eyes connected with Axel’s green emeralds while tears ricocheted down my cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Axel. I never meant-”
“I know,” he said lowly. I sighed heavily, and a piece of hair fell into my face, and his hand brushed across my cheek before he tucked it slowly behind my ear. My body was humming with electricity while my eyes watched him, and when his gaze connected once again with mine, I couldn’t help but dart my gaze down to his lips. Slightly chapped, but just as I remember them, and they started traveling closer to me before I felt his body weight shift.
I closed my eyes and braced for impact, and when those familiar lips I’d dreamt about for years encapsulated mine, I knew then and there that I’d made the right decision back in college. How easy my body yielded to his. How easy it was to sink into him. He pushed his body towards mine and it sunk me to the couch, and my legs fell off to the sides and wholly accepted his thick frame before I felt his tongue rake across my lips. I gladly allowed him entrance and moaned when his tongue brushed against mine, and his hands braced his body beside my head before he pulled back and looked me square in my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he reared up onto the couch, throwing my body into his lap before he stood to his feet. My legs latched onto his waist, and my lips peppered his neck with kisses, and before I knew it, I was descending onto a bed. His lips crashed into mine, and his hands pawed at my body, and I rolled him over before I latched my lips onto his neck. I raked my teeth across his pulse point, and I felt his hips buck up into me, and I felt myself losing control as my entire body began to warm.
His hands flew up my dress and gripped hard onto my hips, and when he lurched my body forward, I slammed my knees beside his head. I felt his hot breath pulsating on my pussy, and when his fingers hooked into the fabric of my panties, I leaned forward and braced my hands onto the headboard of the bed. I trembled with every kiss he placed between my legs, and his stubble caused my legs to twitch before he slowly lowered me onto his succulent lips. His tongue parted my folds, and my juices ran along his nose, and I couldn’t help but rip my dress over my head while my hips bucked into the stubble on his face. Oh god, how I missed this with him.
“Fuck, Axel. Oh… right there. Yeah.”
His grip on my hips tightened while my body began to rock quicker, and I felt the pleasure churning behind my hips while his stubble raked along my inner thigh. His bold, green eyes were staring up from between my thighs, and I couldn’t help the sentiments pouring from my lips as my body relinquished itself to him.
“Oh, god. Yes. You just… God, you’re so good. How do you-... oh, fuck!”
I reared my head and arched my back, and I choked out his name like a desperate prayer while my body shook on top of his face. I felt a light sheen of sweat gathering on my back, and my body collapsed just before he sat up and caught me in his arms. I laid my forehead against his and reveled in my scent on his lips, and when I captured his mouth in a long, sensual kiss, he slowly rolled me over and laid my back down onto the bed.
He stood in front of me and slowly began to undo his shirt, and when he pulled the fabric from his body, my eyes finally got to take in the rippling muscles he had developed. A deep, rigid chest from hauling hay and training animals; rippling arms from cutting wood and helping birth rough stock into the world. I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, his thick erection springing to life, and I couldn’t even hide the fascination I now had with his body.
The lanky boy I loved in college had morphed into the carved man he was today, and the smirk that donned his face when he slowly crawled up my body was nothing short of predatory. I’d always known that stare… the one that was charting everything he would do to my body before rendering my movements useless.
I felt him line himself up with me while I reached up to cup his glistening cheeks, and I captured his lips in a kiss again as his erection pushed inside body as far as it could go. I groaned into his lips, and he sighed into mine, and the rolling of his body ricocheted tremors of electricity that puckered my nipples against his chest. Faster and faster he thrusted, the skin to skin sounds bouncing off the walls of the trailer, and soon it was rocking up and down with our movements as I flung my hands to his back.
I could feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass while his balls smacked against my skin, and every detail I had ever memorized about his body came flooding to the forefront of my mind. I raked my fingernails down his back, causing a groan to escape from his throat, and I felt my impending orgasm building in my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped him over, and I planted my hands on his swollen, strong chest as I bounced my pelvis up and down his shaft.
“Oh, fuck, Julie. Good god… yes. Jesus look at me... ugh.”
I slammed down onto his pelvis and pushing him deeper inside of me, and his hips were bucking up into my body while my hair splashed around my face. My back began to twitch, and my bounce began to stutter, and just when I thought my body was going to give out on me, Axel ripped himself out and tossed me down onto the bed.
“All fours, now,” he commanded.
I lifted my ass up into the air and dipped my cheek into the bed before he lined himself up and quickly buried himself in me. He laid down onto my back and reached his hand around, and as his fingers parted my lips and found my swollen nub, I knew I no longer had control of the situation.
I never really did with him, anyway.
“Axel. Yes. Just like that. Oh… oh, my god. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m go-”
My walls squeezed
down onto his dick as he growled into my ear, and I felt him sink his teeth into my shoulder while my body trembled in his wake. His hips began to stutter, and his thrusts became more languid, and I smiled into the bed when I felt his dick pumping me full of his juices. He panted hard into my back as we collapsed to the bed, and I felt myself trickling out onto the sheets as we laid our sweating, naked bodies in the middle of his bed.
“Oh, Axel,” I sighed.
And all he answered me with was a kiss between my shoulder blades.
Axel
Axel - Chapter Five
The sun broke through the ratty curtains of the trailer, and I stretched my arm out to pull Julie close. Her aged scent on my stubble wafted through my nose, and I figured it could use a little polishing off. After all, who doesn’t like waking up with a nice orgasm?
But when I felt the cool sheets of the bed beside me, I peeled my eyes open to a familiar sight. The sheets were crinkled, the pillow was mussed, and Julie was nowhere in sight.
“Fuck!” I yelled before I grabbed her pillow and threw it against the wall.
I couldn’t believe I’d gotten sucked into her again. She had the balls to knock on my trailer door, donning that whole “innocent me-broken heart” act, and I fucking fell for it. But a part of me still held onto hope that maybe she was in another part of the trailer, so I planted my feet on the floor and walked the small span of the encasement. I checked the bathroom to see if she was cleaning up, and I even peeked around into the kitchen to see if she was eating a bowl of cereal on the couch, and when I realized she was actually gone, all I could do was rear my foot back and kick the table.
I was an idiot to think she had sought me out to reconcile. With her big doe eyes and her wispy blonde hair, my body was fucking weak to her. When she sat on my couch and started crying, I thought she wanted to fix things. To try again and see if we couldn’t figure something out. It was obvious she had been nervous and distraught… but was all that just an act? If it was, why the hell did she come here in the first place!? Just for some sex!? Julie was beautiful, she could get that shit anywhere.
