Dirty Cowboy

by Alycia Taylor

  Alexa and I walked out to the parking lot. It was the first time since we met that things were kind of awkward between us. I wanted to tell her about Kristy and how she had it all wrong…but it felt weird to just blurt it all out. When we got to my car I finally said, “You have time to go for a ride with me, so we can talk?”

  She looked slightly hesitant, but she agreed. We got in and I just started driving with no destination in mind. As we drove, I talked.

  “I freaked out when you left the other morning. I really had no idea what was going on. I didn’t know what I had done or why you were mad. Then I woke up the next morning and when I looked at my phone and saw the texts, I knew that had to be it.”

  “I shouldn’t have looked at them.”

  “Oh please. If I was in your bed and some guy’s name came up on your phone, you can bet your pretty little ass that I would read the text.” She smiled. That was a good sign. “The thing is that Kristy really is crazy. I broke up with her a year ago because she showed up at the gym one day and started wailing on the receptionist. The poor girl had left a message on my phone about a meet and greet they were having for one of the UFC fighters who happened to be in town. I don’t remember exactly what it said, but Kristy assumed it meant that I was screwing her. I pulled her off that poor girl and dragged her outside. She started wailing on me then and I managed to stuff her in her car. I told her I didn’t want to see her again and then I went back in and apologized profusely to Karen, the receptionist. Kristie laid low for about three days and then she just called me and acted like nothing had happened. I told her then I thought she was a little crazy and she needed to just stay away from me. Since then, she’s shown up probably ten different times at places she knows I’ll be at. She calls and texts at all hours of the day and night…I usually don’t even respond, and when I do, it’s just to tell her to leave me the hell alone.”

  “Wow, kind of scary.”

  I laughed, nervously. “Yeah, kind of. Emma used to tell me she had a fatal attraction.”

  “I did kind of remember that after I read your text.”

  I saw the turn-off for a road I knew was deserted and I took it. I parked the car underneath a street light and pulled out my phone. “I want you to know that I’m being honest with you.” I pulled up the texts from Kristie. I had about thirty of them saved. Once I get fifty, I archive them and start over…just in case. “So you can see how crazy she is.” She took the phone and I watched her face as she read them. I saw her curl her lip a few times and raise her eyebrows, she even laughed a little bit. After a few minutes, she handed back the phone and said, “Wow, she’s a mess.”

  I laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s putting it nicely. Alexa I have enjoyed hanging out with you so much. You have been the only person…the only one that has helped me deal with Emma’s…with losing her. You’re the only one I feel comfortable talking about her with. I’m a mess inside and something about being with you and talking to you calms me down. I need you in my life right now, Alexa. I hope that you’ll still want to be my friend…and more, if you’re interested in that. I just hope you believe me about Kristy.”

  “I believe you,” she said. “I worry for you now. You maybe should think about a restraining order.”

  I shrugged. For reasons of my own, I wasn’t comfortable getting the cops involved in my life even though I had threatened Kristy with that very thing. “Maybe if it gets worse.”

  She nodded and said, “I feel comfortable with you too, Ian. I had an amazing time the other night, that’s why it hurt so bad when I thought you were…that you had…”

  “Taken advantage of your vulnerability?”

  “Yeah, that,” she said with an embarrassed look. “I want to spend more time with you and I want to be your friend and I definitely want to explore it becoming more.”

  I felt like an idiot because I suddenly couldn’t stop smiling. I reached over and cupped her face in my hand and said, “Thank you. Things are just so fucked up right now. My family is falling apart and I was so afraid I was going to lose you too. I don’t know what it is, but since I first met you, everything has been just a little bit easier.”

  She was nodding again. “I know,” she said. “I try and talk to my dad and I went out with a friend of Emma’s and mine that we went to high school with and I tried to talk to her…somehow it hurts more when I talk about Emma to anyone but you.”

  “I’m really glad you came tonight.”

  “Me too. You were awesome by the way. You make it look so easy and I get all pumped up watching and start thinking I could even do it myself.”

  I laughed. “Please don’t. Your face is too pretty to have any one beating on it.”

  “So is yours,” she said. “Maybe you should have gone into wrestling instead. That way no one is throwing any punches.”

  Wrestling was a sore subject for me, but she didn’t know that…at least I didn’t think she did. I guess I don’t really know what Emma told her. Hoping she hadn’t gone there with her I just said, “I started wrestling in high school. I was pretty good at it, but after I started fighting I realized I was better on my feet. What about you, Alexa? What kinds of things do you like to do?”

  “I played water polo in high school and before that I played soccer for a lot of years.”

  “I thought you looked like a soccer player,” he said.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Let’s just say that soccer players have nice thick…muscular…legs and backsides.”

  She laughed and said, “You’re saying I have a big ass?”

  “I didn’t say “big” I said, “thick and muscular” and very, very hot.” She blushed then and it was so freaking cute, considering I’d already seen all of her and touched all of her. Just thinking about it was making me hard.

  “Okay, I’ll accept that,” she said. “I also like to ride horses.”

  “Do you have a horse?”

  “No, but a good friend of my dad’s has one that he lets me ride whenever. He lives out near the river and I go out there and spend the day sometimes. I love it. Emma used to go with me sometimes.”

  “Emma rode a horse?”

  Laughing, she said, “Why do you sound so skeptical?”

  “It’s hard for me to picture her on a horse.”

  “She liked it. We used to take a picnic lunch sometimes and ride and eat and just make a day of it.” She had tears in her eyes when she said, “I miss those days.”

  I still had my hand on her face. I didn’t think anything I could say to that would make her feel better, so I just gently ran my thumb across her soft cheek. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them she gave me a little forced smile. We just sat there like that, silently for a while and I finally asked her something that had been on my mind for a while, “Do you think Emma would have approved of us being together?”

  She gave me a genuine smile then and said, “Yeah, I do. I think she would have been very happy for us.”

  I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to have those lips. I wrapped the hand that held her face up in that thick, sexy hair and gently pulled her towards me. Our lips crushed together and she parted hers to let my tongue inside. I kissed her and tasted her mouth and licked her lips until we were both panting and her pretty red lips were swollen. I drew back just slightly so we could both catch our breath and I saw the look of desire in her eyes. It made my erection stand up and strain against the inside of my jeans. It was almost painful.

  I unbuckled her and then me and with just one look we communicated what would come next. She climbed into the back and I followed her. I grabbed her and kissed her again letting my hands touch that beautiful body all over. I felt her hands at the waist of my jeans and when she got them unbuckled I felt skin against skin as she slid her hand down inside. I swear I nearly came right then. She wrapped her warm hand around my cock and fireworks exploded inside my head and as she gently moved her hand up and down over it, I felt it growing even harde
r.

  It felt so fucking good, but I was really afraid I was going to cum in her hand. I wanted her so bad. I used my hand to move hers…reluctantly and then I pushed my jeans down. I kept my eyes on her as she stripped and at the same time, I awkwardly removed my own clothes. When we were both naked, she put her hand against my chest and pushed me back into the seat. She positioned herself so that she could take my cock into her mouth.

  “Oh fuck, Alexa. Oh baby…” Nothing about what she was doing tonight was slow and seductive. She seemed to be in as big of a hurry as I was. Her tongue was practically assaulting me and her hand was moving fast as she licked and sucked. I never wanted her to stop. I’d never felt anything so good. I didn’t want to come in her mouth either though so although it took every ounce of strength inside of me I pulled her face back up to mine and replaced my cock with my tongue in her hot wet little mouth. As we kissed, my hands found her beautiful breasts and her rock hard nipples. I twisted them between my thumb and forefinger for a while but then I had to have them in my mouth. It was my turn to push her back against the seat and I sucked one of them all the way into my mouth. I continued my full on assault on the other one with my hand. She had her hands in my hair and she was pressing my face into her chest and moaning. God, she was so fucking sexy…I just couldn’t get enough.

  In a breathless voice she said, “I want you inside of me, Ian, now.” I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I continued sucking on her tits as I reached down with one hand and fished my wallet out of my pants. With one hand I found what I was looking for and tossed the rest in the floorboard. I stopped sucking and licking her chest long enough to use my teeth to open the package. I had to pull away completely to put on the raincoat and my hands were shaking so hard it was no easy process. I finally got him covered and then I sat back in the seat. She climbed up on my lap and kissed me while using one hand to slowly stroke my cock again as she lined it up with her pussy. Once she had it in place, she sat down on it and let it fill her up. She was so warm and wet and so fucking tight. I swear to God I thought my head was going to explode.

  She started moving up and down on me then, letting it slide in and out of her and I covered her beautiful tits with my hands and played with the as she rode me, gradually increasing her pace. She had her head thrown back and that sexy long red hair was in her face. I moved my hand down between us and let my thumb find her clit. When I pressed against it she stopped moving and cried out.

  “Oh Jesus, Ian. Oh God!” She started moving faster and I rubbed harder. I was groaning now, still trying to hold back but feeling like if I didn’t cum I was going to implode. At last I felt her sweet hot pussy clamp down tightly onto my cock and she held herself in place tightly until the orgasm…wave after wave of it, finished washing through her. She was gasping and clutching at me and saying my name over and over. She drove me fucking crazy. When at last she relaxed, I realized I didn’t want to stop. If I started moving again, I wasn’t going to be able to control it. I was going to cum and cum hard. I took her by the hips and lifted her up off of me. She let out a little whimper and then I saw her eyes widen as I slid in a finger instead and began massaging her g-spot. As I did that, I moved my thumb up and let it rub against her clit. She was moving her hips and moaning and she finally gasped out, “Oh fuck, Ian! What are you doing to me?”

  I put my mouth to her ear and said, “I’m taking you to Heaven baby.” I left my finger inside of her, bent and still massaging as I slid down to the floorboard on my knees. Her moans were filling the car and knowing I was making her feel that good was almost too much for me. I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly across her swollen clit. She screamed, literally screamed. It was hot. She started bucking her hips and thrashing across the seat. She grabbed my head and pulled me in tighter. She held it there as my tongue raged against her clit and snaked up inside her pussy. As she came again, she held my head in place and said, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh God!” The last “Oh God!” was a scream and I made a note to self that we should never have sex in a place with thin walls. Not that I would care. I’d be proud for anyone to know she let me touch her. After a few more good thrusts of my tongue, her entire body convulsed and she collapsed again, back onto the leather seat. She was soaked with sweat, and probably sticking to it, but she didn’t seem to care. As I got up off the floor, she grabbed my cock with her hand and pulled me against her. I straddled her and slid right in. She was soaked.

  She put her head back against the seat and pushed her hips down more so that I was buried all the way inside of her. Then she raised her arms up over her head and I swear to God I’d never seen anything so hot. I began thrusting in and out of her, watching her breasts bounce and sway. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back again. She had me in a mindset that was beyond ecstasy. There were no words for it at all. She wrapped one leg around me, pulling me in tighter with her leg muscle. I went faster…deeper….I was panting and grunting and gasping…and then she reached down with one hand and grabbed her own tit and started running her fingers over the nipple, playing with it, pleasuring herself and that was the end for me. I came with a full body spasm and I realized that I was a screamer too. She leaned into me and we sat like that for a really long time, panting against each other, reveling in the feelings of being completely satiated and happy.

  Chapter Six

  Alexa

  I had never been so glad I’d gone anywhere as I was the night I went to Ian’s fight. That night was the start of something for us…something that I had high hopes for. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to. He came over and shot darts with me in the garage one day and we had a picnic lunch in the back yard another. About a week after that night, my Dad was going to be out so I invited him over for dinner. When he got there and I greeted him at the door, he met me with a kiss that was almost indecent. I loved it.

  “I missed you,” he said.

  I smiled. He had been by at lunch time. “It’s only been a few hours,” I said. I was teasing him. I had missed him too, like crazy. He came inside the house and I saw him glance around kind of nervously. “My dad went out tonight. He won’t be back until tomorrow. He’s staying up at his friend’s cabin by the lake.”

  “Oh, okay,” he said, casually. “I wasn’t worried about it.”

  I laughed. He could save that tough guy crap for everyone else. I think I was coming to know the real him and although he might not show his feelings often, they were there. “You want something to drink?”

  “Sure, whatever you have is fine.”

  I got him one of my dad’s beers and then I said, “I was getting ready to start the chicken. Do you want me to turn on the television for you?”

  “No, I want to help,” he said.

  “Really?”

  He laughed, “Yes, really. I’ve lived alone for a long time now. I can cook. It was either learn how or starve.”

  “Okay, can you chop?”

  “Can I chop? I’ve won awards for my chopping abilities,” he said with a grin.

  I rolled my eyes at him. He followed me into the kitchen and I pointed him to the cutting board where I’d set out the vegetables and a big bowl for the salad. “Salad, huh? You don’t believe that I can cook, do you?”

  “I absolutely believe it,” I said. “But salad is what I need right now, so work your magic.”

  He picked up the knife and started chopping the lettuce. While he was doing that I took out the chicken and started slathering it with the rest of the marinade.

  “Talk to me,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said as I put the chicken on the grilling pan. “What do you want to talk about?”

  “You. Tell me something I don’t know.”

  “Like what?”

  “There has to be like…a million things that I don’t know about you. What kind of movies do you hate?”

  I put the chicken under the broiler and turned towards him. “Hate? Why not, what kind do I like?”

  “Because you
’re a girl and you’re going to say, romance or comedy…”

  “You’re a chauvinist.”

  He laughed and dumped the lettuce into the bowl. “I am not. You don’t like romance movies?”

  “I do, but that’s not the point. I also like action movies and Marvel Comics movies and horror films…”

  “Okay, so what do you hate?”

  I shook my head at him and said, “You’re hopeless. Let’s see, I hate subtitles, I hate those artsy, indie movies….”

  “Porn?”

  “What?” I asked, laughing. “What about it?” I watched him dump the perfectly sliced tomatoes into the bowl and reach for a cucumber.

  “Do you like porn?”

  I felt my face go hot as I said, “I’ve never watched it.”

  He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Never? Really?”

  “Really. Do you watch a lot of porn?”

  “Not a lot, but you know I’m a guy. Guys do watch porn.”

  “Hmm, do you like it?”

  He finished the cucumber and put that in the bowl. He had a thoughtful look on his face and then he said, “It’s okay…when it’s all you can get.” I rolled my eyes again and bent over to check on the chicken. I felt him move over behind me and when I stood up, I felt his arms slip around my waist. He pulled me back into him and kissed my neck. My body felt like it melted into him whenever he touched me. He let go and I shuddered, I was cold all of a sudden. “Salad’s done. What now?”

  “That’s it. The potatoes are finished and we’re just waiting on the chicken.”

  “How much time until the chicken is ready?”

  “Maybe ten minutes. Are you really hungry?”

  “Not really. I just wanted to know if we had time to do this,” he pulled me back into him and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me and then he moved his lips down the side of my face and kissed my neck again and said, “And this…”

  Breathlessly, I said, “I think there’s always time for all of that.”

  We stood in the kitchen and kissed and touched and held onto each other until we almost burnt the chicken. It ended up turning out all right. He ate two pieces and raved about the potatoes. He of course also wanted me to rave about the salad, so I did. I did have to admit that it was the most nicely sliced and diced salad that I’d ever seen and that was a fact.