by Jessie Cooke
About halfway through the song I felt her press herself even tighter up against my chest and I could feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her vest and my shirt. “Sing it to me cowboy,” she whispered against the side of my neck. I felt like my mouth was in the middle of a drought, but I did my best, lowering my head so I could sing it in her ear. She seemed to like it. I heard her whimper and then bend slightly at the knees and rub herself like a cat on my leg. If she purred, I swear I was going to cum in my pants.
When the music ended she looked up at me and said, “Do you live around here?”
“Um…I’m staying at my folk’s ranch…”
“Oh, are they home?”
“Yeah, but I have my own cabin.” I felt like I was back in high school.
She was still holding onto me and my cock was about to explode. “You want to fuck me, Blake?”
Damn! “I think I’d like that,” I know I’d like it. Hell, why didn’t I just say yes?
“I’ll follow you home…”
Shit! “I rode into town with my brothers…”
“That’s fine,” she said, hot breath still all over my neck. “We’ll take my car.”
I have to admit that I was disappointed she didn’t really have a motorcycle. “That’ll work. What’s your name?”
“Krystal,” she said. “Let’s go.”
“Okay. Let me just tell my brothers I’m leaving.” I went over to the table where my brothers were. I watched her walk over to the front door, shaking that fine ass as she went. My pants were so tight in front that I could hardly walk. I don’t think I could shake if I tried. “Hey, I’ll see you guys at home, alright?”
“Little brother’s gonna get lucky!” Josh said.
“Wear a raincoat,” Luke said, pulling a Trojan out of his pocket and tossing it to me. I looked at it and laughed.
“Extra-large? Do you wear this on your dick or your ego?” Luke flipped me off and Beau and Josh laughed. As I walked away from the table I could hear them taking bets on whether or not I’d bring her to breakfast in the morning. My inability to have casual sex and walk away from it provided my brother’s with hours of entertainment. That was okay though. As soon as I looked at the sex goddess standing at the door waiting for me I couldn’t even remember their names.
“Blake!” I looked up, brought out of my trip down memory lane by the sound of Kyle’s voice. “We’re supposed to be backstage.” I must have had a faraway look on my face because my lady asked,
“Are you okay babe?”
I smiled at her and gave her a kiss. “I’m fine. Wish me luck.”
“I would, but you don’t need it. Go knock ‘em dead.” I kissed her again and thanked God for the twisted road that led me to her before following Kyle into the back. On my way there I couldn’t help but think back to that night again.
12
Blake
As soon as we walked into the cabin and I shut the door, she unzipped that hot little vest she was wearing and shrugged out of it. My eyes must have looked like saucers as her big, braless breasts bounced out. I reached out and cupped one in each hand, running my guitar calloused fingers over her large, dark nipples. They swelled and hardened under my touch. I lowered my mouth down to her throat and bit her gently. She liked that. She grabbed my head and pressed my face into her. I licked and sucked and stopped to take another bite every so often. Meanwhile she was working on taking off my jeans. I kept rubbing those big nipples for a while before I found the button to her skinny jeans and opened it. Then I let down the zipper and as I covered her sweet full lips with mine I slid my hand down into the front of those tight jeans. Her stomach was flat and tight and my hand slid against smooth skin until it found her wet pussy. She was soaking wet and she wasn’t wearing any panties either. I think maybe I moaned.
“Bed,” she muttered against my lips. I didn’t stop kissing her as I bent down and scooped her up into my arms. I carried her into the next room and laid her on the bed so that her sweet ass was right on the edge. I grabbed the top of her jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of long, toned legs that I couldn’t wait to have wrapped around me. I stripped off my clothes as fast as I could and laid the condom Josh had given me on the bedside table. The way her eyes took in my body made me feel like shooting my load right then and there. It took everything inside of me to hold back.
She reached for my cock. “Not yet.” I was afraid I wasn’t going to last. This woman was just pure, raw sex and the last thing I wanted was to waste this by coming in her hand as soon as she touched me. Instead, I knelt down so I was face-level with her pussy. I leaned in and kissed it softly, taking the upper edge into my mouth and pulling on it gently. She lifted herself up on her elbows and watched me. That turned me on even more.
I brought my hand up and used it to rub the outside of her lips while I kissed her inner thighs. She rocked her hips up, letting me know she wanted more. I parted her lips with my fingers and slid my tongue down the gap. I heard her gasp. I upped the ante by pressing my tongue into her clit. She groaned and wiggled harder down into my face. I worked it with the point of my tongue and then moved my face lower so that I could massage her clit with my nose while I flicked my tongue in and out of her pussy. She moaned and arched her back and then those long sexy legs wrapped around my head. She used the muscles in her legs to pull me in even tighter. I was enjoying myself but I had to pull back just slightly to keep from suffocating. I didn’t want to die before I got to be inside of her.
I worked my hand back up between my lips and her pussy and worked two fingers into her dripping pussy. I worked them in and out and then crooked one finger and found that spot that made her jump up off the bed and cry out. I just kept licking her clit in circles and pressing hard against it with my tongue while I fingered her. I was glad it was the off-season and the other cabins weren’t full. I’d be embarrassed if a guest complained to my mother about all the moaning and borderline screaming that was going on in here. After about five minutes of torturing her, I felt her pussy muscles clamp down on my fingers and she let out a long, high-pitched wail. I felt her orgasm rock through her before I felt the surge of hot liquid hit my palm. She was shaking all over and I kept my fingers where they were, stroking softly until I felt her muscles relaxing. I pulled my wet hand out and cleaned it off with my tongue before moving up and shoving it into her mouth. She moaned and sucked my tongue in deep.
When she let me up for air she said, “Fuck, cowboy! You have more than one talent.”
I grinned and kissed her again. “I’m multi-talented,” I said, feeling kind of cocky.
“Lay down, I want to suck your cock!”
I wasn’t about to argue with that logic. I did as she asked and she slid her sexy body down between my legs. I sat up enough to get those nipples between my fingers and twist and pull on them. My mouth was watering for them, but my cock had been aching to feel those lips around it since the bar. She took me into her hand and licked a circle all the way around the head of my cock. My eyes were already rolling back in my head and then she flicked her tongue over the hole. I shivered and she began to suck. I was already leaking a lot of precum and praying that I didn’t blow this…literally. I’m not sure God takes prayers from fornicators, but it was worth a shot. She sucked me in then as far as she could in one motion. I felt the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. Her hand was still wrapped tightly around the base and she was using her thumb to massage the area between my cock and my balls. I thought I was going to have a seizure, it felt that fucking good. Unfortunately, it felt too fucking good and I needed to be inside of her. With a growl and a groan I reached down and lifted her off me.
“You didn’t like?” she said, purring now like a kitten.
“Oh baby girl I liked. I liked it way too much.” I laid her on her back and she immediately raised her knees. I got between them and took my cock into my hand. I reached for the condom and she watched with her pretty eyes while I opened it and slid it on. T
hen feeling bolder than I ever had during sex, I lifted it up and slapped her pussy with it.
“Oh fuck!” she breathed out. “That’s hot cowboy! Do it again!” I did it again and again until suddenly she grabbed onto my ass with her hands, raised her hips up off the bed, threw her head back and came all over me for the second time and I hadn’t even been inside of her yet. “Fuck me cowboy! Ride me!” By now she was so wet that she was like a waterslide. All of those juices let my cock slide right in even though she was a tight fit. She cried out again and gripped onto my arms. I pushed in as far as I could go and then held myself there while I leaned down and sucked one of those amazing tits into my mouth. “Oh Jesus! Fuck! Blake Daniel’s you are a mother fucking stud!” It was like being on stage, I loved the praise.
I pulled back and when I plunged forward again, she brought her hips up to meet me. Then she fulfilled another fantasy by wrapping those long, muscular legs around my back. Each time I pulled back, she would use them to push me back inside of her. She was amazing at clenching and unclenching her muscles too. My cock was getting a full-body massage. It was fucking erotic. We fell into a rhythm and the more she whimpered and moaned, the more excited I got. I humped her like a stallion, making her come at least one more time before I finally couldn’t hold back any longer. It was my turn to cry out. This girl was most definitely a fantasy fuck…the best I ever had.
We rested for a while and then we did it again and again. I can honestly say that at least one night in my life I fucked like a rabbit. The sun was already coming up before I finally passed out. When I woke up with a smile on my face a few hours later, she was gone. At first it was strange because I’d never had a one night stand before…but the more I thought about her and how easy it was to not have to deal with the drama…the more I decided that maybe Josh wasn’t gay after all. Maybe he just had the right idea….
13
Blake
“Hello, America!” Kyle was in the center of the stage at the mic. The girls in the audience were going crazy. I could see his dark-haired beauty in the audience. She had a huge smile on her face and her eyes were shining. I could almost feel how proud of him she was from here. She didn’t seem threatened at all by the fact that girls were literally screaming out what they’d like to do to him…some of it not very lady-like at all.
My eyes left Kyle’s Rose and panned the audience until they found my angel. It had taken her some time to adjust to this. Sitting calmly in the audience while I had wet panties and giant bras thrown up at me. But tonight she sat calmly and just like Rose, she looked proud. She made me want to be a better artist…a more attentive lover…an all-around better man.
“Thank you all for joining us tonight!” Kyle went on. “I’d like to introduce you to the band. This mammoth of a man on my right playing bass guitar is Bobby Bentley!” The crowd cheered for Bobby who was over three hundred pounds and one of the ugliest men I’d ever seen. The man could make a bass guitar sound like the prettiest thing you’d ever heard though and he gets more pussy than a gynecologist. “To my left, the tattooed and muscled meathead Guy Winters on the drums!” He mentioned the muscles and tattoos, but I guess he thought the sweaty, shirtless; shaved-head look could speak for itself. Last I heard Guy was trying to change his life. He professed to be in love with Rose’s sister, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with him until he cleaned up his act and repented for whatever he’d done to her in the past. “And here beside me, needing no introduction whatsoever…my buddy, Blake Daniels!” I hugged my guitar and took a little bow. My pretty girl was on her feet clapping for me. She looked so damned good tonight in that sexy, curve-hugging red dress she was wearing. I couldn’t wait to get her back to our room tonight….Kyle’s husky voice broke through my reverie and I began to strum my guitar and sing. I hadn’t announced it to anyone yet…not even my lady…but this would be my last performance. I closed my eyes and made it one to remember….and once again my mind went back down the road that brought me here….
For the first six months that Mick and I were on the road, I fucked a different girl nearly every night. Being with the biker chick had set something free inside of me…something wild had gotten loose and I couldn’t get a rein on it if I’d wanted to…which at the time, I didn’t. Some of the girls, I didn’t even know their names. Each night when we’d wrap a show, the groupies would clamber to get backstage and it was like shooting fish in a barrel. I had a red-head one night and a brunette the next…some nights I would have me two blondes. Mick would just shake his head at the tales of my conquests the next day and tell me that I reminded him of himself…minus the drugs. I was hitting the alcohol pretty hard though. Sometimes that was what it took for me to be cold enough to kick the girls out the next morning…and sometimes it was the only thing that would chase away the thoughts of Bailey that had burned themselves into my memory.
We traveled from one city to the next and I got better and better at being a star. I was the epitome of the bad boy rocker…country or otherwise. Axel loved it. He told me I had finally come into my own and realized my full potential. My mother and sister on the other hand both nearly choked the day I met them for lunch when we played Dallas and they saw my tattoos.
“Oh my God! You’ve desecrated your body.” My mother was actually fanning herself with a napkin in the nice restaurant we sat in.
I laughed. “They’re just tattoos, Mama. It’s not a big deal.”
Sammie rolled her eyes and said, “What would you think if I got a tattoo…or two?”
I gave her my best big brother look and said, “You better not even think about it little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl. You missed another birthday.” Shit! This time I didn’t even remember to send presents.
“I’m sorry. I’ll send you two gifts for Christmas this year.”
“You’ll send them?” Mama said. “You won’t be home for Christmas?”
“I have a lot going on Mama. I might not be able to make it this year…”
She was shaking her head and looking like she was going to cry. I was saved by the waiter then…or so I thought. He asked if we wanted to order our drinks while we looked at the menu. Mama and Sammie ordered iced tea. I asked for a Bacardi and Coke. I could feel Mama’s eyes boring into me, but she waited until he was gone and said, “It’s eleven a.m. Blake Michael Daniels.”
“Yes but in New York it’s already after noon.” I tried using my grin on her…the one she professed to love.
“It’s not cute Blake. You already smelled like a brewery when we got here and you hugged me. How much are you drinking? Do you have a problem with it? Is that what these tattoos and the new clothes and hair are about? Are you using drugs too?”
“You don’t like my clothes and hair?” I’d started dressing a little less country and aiming for more of a rocker look. It was a suggestion by a stylist Axel hired. The girls seemed to like it especially after I started getting the tats.
“I like them just fine on someone else,” she said. “What I don’t care for is not even being able to recognize my own son. You’re like a stranger Blake. What is happening to you?”
“Nothing is happening to me, Mama. I’m expected to act a certain way and dress a certain way…it’s part of my job.” She opened her mouth but closed it when the waiter approached. He brought our drinks and took our orders. Once he was gone she said,
“You know how much I love you and how proud we all are of you…but I’m worried about you Blake. Ever since you came home last spring with Bailey…”
“This isn’t about Bailey!”
She raised an eyebrow at me and said, “I didn’t say that it was. That couple of weeks you spent at home seemed to be the precursor to all of these changes. I know that you cared about her and I know how hard losing her was on you…”
“I don’t want to talk about Bailey Mom.”
“Maybe you need to. Maybe that’s what all of this sleeping around and partying….changing everything that makes
you who you are is about. You never had any closure on that. You let her go without even saying good-bye, and the Blake Daniels that I know would have a hard time with that.”
“Sleeping around?” I ignored the insinuation that I was mourning the loss of Bailey. As far as I was concerned I was way over her and better off because of it.
“You don’t think I read the magazines? You have a reputation. Your brothers of course think it’s wonderful. I’m so ashamed that I’m embarrassed to show my face around town sometimes. Your daddy saw a picture of you in those skinny jeans and I swear to God I thought he was having a coronary. I have to hide the magazines from him now.”
“It’s just part of….”
“Your job. Yes, I know. I’m going to let this go because I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again, but let me finish by saying that whatever it is you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it at the bottom of that glass…or in those ridiculous blue tips in your hair. Really Blake, of all times to stop wearing your cowboy hat.”
I’d left the restaurant that day feeling confused. It was the first time in my life that my mother had ever expressed to me that she felt anything but pride when I was around. When I got back to my hotel room I took a long look at myself in the mirror and I wondered if she was right. I had to wonder because in all the years that I’d known her, Mama had yet to be wrong. Admittedly, I was more comfortable in my jeans and my boots and my cowboy hat. It was like a uniform I grew up in and it had been like shedding my own skin when I first agreed to change my look. But people did things in the name of their jobs all the time. I turned to the side and studied the tattoos on my arm. Maybe the skinny jeans are a bit much, but I like the tats. My eyes found the blue tips on my spike up hair. Mick had laughed at me when they first did it. That night I had sex with an eighteen year old with double D tits, so I told him he didn’t know what he was talking about and he was just jealous. He grinned in that Mick sort of way and later that same afternoon I saw him leaving for an afternoon with his Skye. He looked happier than I’d felt in an eternity and I realized that I was the one that was jealous. But it took my mother so diplomatically bringing up the fact that I had no closure with Bailey to get through my hard head. She might not be right about my clothes and hair and tattoos, but I’d give her the drinking and the womanizing, and most of all, the need to see Bailey one last time so that I at least know she’s okay. Then maybe I can go back to aiming for the life I always knew I wanted. Simple country living with that one girl who rocks my world.
