by BA Tortuga
While he pushed up between her legs again, Cotton paused, staring down. “You okay with this, honey? I want.”
“I’m good, cowboy. I want to feel you inside me, huh?” She dug her heels into the mattress and rolled her hips up, the offer clear.
“Hell, yes.” He was a gentleman, but only to a point. When he pushed in, he did it hard, deep, and she felt every inch.
She wrapped one of her legs around his hip as they slammed together. “Oh. Good. Again.”
Hips rocking, Cotton did it again, leaning down to lick at her lips, begging entrance there, too. He had a rhythm going, just like bull riding, she guessed. He tasted like sex—like her—and their tongues found the rhythm of their bodies, easy as anything. He slid his hand under her butt, lifting her up so they could get even closer. Her thighs stretched until they protested, but he felt so good that she ignored it. That pressure was building up inside her again, heavy and hot at the base of her spine, growing where his hand pressed against her.
“Mmm. Tight, honey. Good. That…” His eyes widened as their angle changed, and her little ring did its thing. “Jesus.”
“Uh-huh. Do it again.” And possibly again after that, because—whoa.
“Okay.” He did, rocking hard against her, letting her feel him when he swelled even bigger inside her. Lord.
Oh, fuck. Yeah. She reached down, stroked the base of his cock, then flicked the ring just right.
“Oh, fuck!” His head snapped back, all those tight muscles tensing up, and he slammed into her, his hips jerking gracelessly. He came hard, his hands clenching on her as if they were trying to pull her right into him.
She panted a little, trying to catch her breath as little shocks of electricity zipped around her body. Wow. And also very much yum.
“You…” He panted, forehead dropping to rest on her neck. “You good, honey?”
“Uh-huh.” She let her fingers slide down his spine, petting him some.
“You sure?” Those eyes flashed up to hers, his grin huge. “I can help a girl out.”
“That is a wicked damn smile. I approve.” She squeezed, just a little bit.
“Shee-it. I like the way you approve of things.” His whole body bucked there for a moment.
“I’m a talented girl.” She squeezed again, those Kegel exercises paying off.
“Gonna… Honey, I’m gonna need a new condom.” His eyes were the ones crossed, now.
“Okay.” She twisted again to grab one, and he arched, cried out for her. “Sorry. I was getting one.”
“I. Damn. I think you’re trying to kill me.” But he was smiling, so that was good, huh?
She helped him out with the whole bait and switch condom thing. Of course, in the throwing the condom away, hunting for her little trash can process, somehow she ended up leaning over the edge of the bed a little, butt in the air.
Cotton made the most amazing noise, reaching out to grab her ass with both hands. “This is an embarrassment of riches, Emily.”
She pushed back into his hands, trying hard not to be one of those girls that immediately worried if her butt was too big. He kissed the small of her back, his mouth hot and damp, sending a little thrill up her spine. Big or not, Cotton sure was grooving on it.
They found a rhythm, not fucking again yet, but rocking together, sort of doing that touching-learning-teasing thing that left her breathless.
“You’re so damned pretty. Look at all that.” He was all over her tats, his fingers seeming fascinated with the patterns.
The touches made her arch like a cat, made her go all goosepimply. “There’s a lot of work in them.”
“Looks like it.” He paused, his hands stilling. “You got someone special doing them for you?”
“Well, he was special, once, when he started.” She glanced back over her shoulder and winked. “Then I discovered he had this habit of having sex with every person he saw, so he’s now a friend and not in the welcome-to-my-bed category.”
“Oh.” Chuckling, Cotton scooted up to kiss her mouth. “Well, that’s okay then.”
She chuckled. “I’m on the available list, Cotton. No boyfriends—or girlfriends, for that matter—waiting to kick your tight little tush.” She got the little hitch of breath straight guys always gave her when she mentioned a girlfriend. Boys loved the visual.
That made her smile, push back and rub against him. He put off serious heat, especially that heavy cock that was beginning to be very serious and interested again.
“Almost ready to go another round,” he murmured against the back of her neck. “How do you want me, honey?”
The touch of Cotton’s breath on her hairline made her gasp. The scars there from her car accident were sensitive as fuck—the caress made her toes curl. “You like it like this, or do you want me to ride you?”
As fascinated as Cotton was by her piercings and her butt, it was a fair question.
“Uh…” She could almost feel it when he shorted out, like an electrical pulse went through the room, and he nodded something fierce. “Yes?”
“Baby, you have to pick one. If you’re around post-waffles in the morning, we’ll try the other.” Dude, see her weave in a pet name, an offer to spend the night and a plea for more sex in a single fucking sentence. Go team her!
“Oh. Um. Ride me, then?” He flipped her like a cheese omelet, smiling at her before flopping onto his back like a landed fish. Food imagery. They needed a snack after. Sex was great exercise.
Emily scooted over, straddling those lean hips and smiling down at Cotton. “You’re the professional rider, now. You’ll have to tell me if I do it wrong.”
“I’ll give you pointers as you go.” He put a hand on her hip, stroking her belly with the other.
She chuckled and took Cotton’s cock in hand, rubbing from clit all the way back so the tip nudged her, then she pulled up and did it again.
“Oh…honey.” He bucked for her, like the bull she’d compared him to.
“Mmmhmm.” She licked her lips, focusing on teasing him, making him want her as much as she wanted him.
“I think you need to settle in, now. You want to get out of the gate.” He was tugging, helping her slide down. He filled her up, the stretch sweet and deep, enough that her head fell back and she moaned.
“That’s it.” The sound burst out of him, his hips rising and falling. He finally let go of her waist to push up under her left breast, so he could start working her nipple with his thumb, teasing the ring just right. His cheeks were flushed, his chest heaved and she was suddenly glad she was on top. She had a fine view.
Emily found a good rhythm—not too fast, not too slow, just enough to keep things hot and melty. Cotton panted for her, touched her, loved on her. He talked, too, his voice two octaves deeper when he was hot like this.
Her eyes got heavy, her movements slowing even as they got harder.
“Come on, honey. You’re killing me.” Look at him. All bright eyes and gritted teeth.
“That’s sort of not the point.” She grinned down, squeezed Cotton’s cock tightly enough that they both moaned.
“Emily.” He knew her name. He’d said it twice in just this go-round. Always a plus for a first hookup.
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. ’S good.” Coherency was fading fast.
“More. Faster, honey.” Good thing he could suit action to words.
Her hands landed on his chest, their skin slapping together. “Cotton.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He pushed his fingers down where they came together, working her, pressing hard. Pushing her.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. Right there…” Her eyes rolled, and she arched, hips jerking as everything inside her went white hot.
“There.” His hips rocked, his cock pushing so deep that she cried out. She felt him jerking, heard him moaning. He came just as hard the second time.
She leaned forward, panting hard, waiting for her heart to slow down.
Cotton caught her, holding her with strong arms, huffing a little. H
e was a snuggler, though.
“You’re warm.” Her arms and legs settled around him, floating like they had minds of their own. She approved. “Want to stay?”
“Sure.” They wrangled a little, him getting the condom off, her turning the fan on. It was good.
She ended up with her cheek on Cotton’s shoulder, and she explored the heavy scars on his belly. Those muscles quivered, the scars changing with every movement. It was fascinating.
Ricki was never going to believe this.
Never.
Chapter Two
Cotton woke up and had a moment of complete panic.
Then he remembered the pretty thing with all the tattoos and all the laces and the pancakes and all. Damn. It had been a good night.
He was in her bed. She was there, too, which was good. Really good. She was soft and warm and giving him morning wood. He reached out, trailing his fingers over the curve of her breast. It was fascinating, the way her nipple drew up, got hard around that little shiny ring.
So pretty. He’d never seen anything like her rings. Never.
“Mmm. Morning.” She had the sweetest eyes, a dark, dark brown with a sorta…goldish thing around the outside.
“Mornin’. Comfy bed.”
“Thanks.” Look at that smile.
“You, uh… You okay?”
“Mmmhmm. Is this where you panic and bolt or where we have great sex and waffles?”
“I like waffles.” He liked the idea of great sex, too, but he didn’t want to seem too desperate.
“Excellent.” She offered him a slow, lazy smile. “I like great sex, so we’re solid.”
“Oh. Well, there you go.” He leaned in to kiss her on that smile.
She cuddled in, that sweet, pretty ass right there where he could trail his fingers over it. She had the best curves. Cotton had always been a sucker for a girl who was stacked. Skinny buckle bunnies didn’t do it.
She kissed him, that little…ball thing in her tongue distracting as all fuck.
“I don’t get it,” he said when they broke up the kiss. “Why do you get your tongue pierced?”
That little smile of hers turned purely wicked, and she grabbed his hand. “I’ll show you.”
Then she sucked one of his fingers into that pretty bow of a mouth, tongue sliding all the way up the finger, then swirling around his fingertip before slapping once on the very tip.
Hard.
His whole arm tingled, his cock jumping as if she’d sucked it. Christ. “Oh.”
“Uh-huh. Oh.” She winked at him, sucked the tip of his finger one more time. His whole body went on high alert, and Cotton remembered she had rings other places—ones just for her. He reached out and tugged one of the nipple rings, hard because she’d liked that the night before.
“Oh.” Her eyelashes fluttered, and she pressed closer, body trapping his dick between them.
“Mmm.” They were like a chorus of moans and shit. It was funny. Well, it would be if he wasn’t so horny.
She slid her hand down, fingers measuring him from base to tip, that last little caress around the head making his toes curl.
“Honey. That’s… Yeah.” He kept his fingers moving, too, needing to love on her.
“Mmmhmm.” The way she touched him made him feel like he was loaded up in the chute, fixin’ to ride hard. The thought surprised him, because he’d never felt that adrenaline with a girl before—not ever. Of course, he’d never been with a girl like Emily before, either. She was…a little dangerous. A lot weird. Hot as a grass fire. Cotton kissed her again.
Her lips left his, then the kisses headed south, her tongue sliding on his chest, that ball hot and slick. He knew he should be all gentlemanly and stuff and not let her be the one doing the doing, but it felt so damned good.
Her fingers were moving, stroking him but good, even as her lips kept leading straight to heaven.
“Sweet Jesus, you got good hands, honey.” He liked her mouth, too, but that seemed a little intimate to say. He’d work up to it.
“Mmm. Thank you.” Her tongue was on his belly, tongue tracing his scars. Sweet Jesus.
“I— Honey. Emily.” It didn’t tickle. No, sir. It made his cock bounce.
“Mmmhmm?” She dipped her chin, that ball in her tongue sliding on the very tip of his cock.
“You… Wow. That.” Well, shit. He’d lost all his words. Of course, she started blowing him and it didn’t fucking matter. He lost all his mind. Sad thing, for a cowboy who wasn’t all that in the mind department to begin with. Lord almighty.
Of course, that little gal had the mouth of an angel, tongue moving, hands sliding on his thighs.
He tried hard not to grab her hair or her shoulders. Hell, he tried not to hump up too hard and hurt her. Good thing she was solid and strong.
And warm.
And curvy.
And the hottest thing ever.
And working his cock as if it was an August day and he was a Bomb Pop from the ice cream man.
Cotton grunted, thinking how the girls he usually got with were not willing to do this. Not one bit. He was. No, wait, not to suck cock. He was willing to do her. He kept thinking about that little hidden ring, about how she’d bucked and called out his name when he’d lapped at it. About how she felt when he’d pushed inside.
“Emily. Honey. I could help you, too.” He would grab her pretty ass and lick her until she screamed for him.
Her agreement vibrated all the way along his dick, and she moved toward him. His hands knew what they were doing, and he turned her so he could get his mouth on her. God damn, this was fun. Oh, his momma would smack him for blasphemy. No. No thinking about Momma. Not when he had that creamy skin and the soft, surprisingly blonde curls to explore.
Cotton licked a little, testing the waters, so to speak. She was responsive as hell, letting him know what she liked. They figured things out together, pretty damn quick, heading for the buzzer as if they were old hats at loving each other. Cotton loved the taste of her, the smell of her. Some girls he’d known right off weren’t for him, because they just didn’t smell good. She just smelled like sex and woman—sweet and spicy and a little tart.
Damn. Her mouth was driving him crazy enough he was having trouble focusing. He licked at her again, moving to catch her ring on his tongue. She cried out when he did, her pretty lips taking him down to the root.
“Uhn.” He almost choked himself to death before he managed to move, but it was worth it to feel that feeling. Hell, it was worth it to feel her ride his face.
Emily was moving hard, sucking hard, the little sounds they made liked to drive him crazy.
“Mmm.” He could encourage her without words, and he did, making noises and using his hands to touch her everywhere he could reach.
All of the sudden, things had moved from hot and heavy to ‘please Jesus I’m fixin’ to come’. Like if she did that one thing there with her tongue one more time? Boom. Then she did it, twice, and scratched her nails along his thighs.
Cotton shouted against her, shaking as if he’d just been thrown and stomped. He came so hard that the whole world just jolted.
Oh, man. Man. He. Yeah.
Wow.
When reality came back, Cotton realized he was just sitting there, and he figured maybe he ought to make sure Emily had fun, too. He went to town, fingers sliding inside her, tongue pushing at her.
“Oh…” That little sound made his dick jerk weakly, the pure heat in it something else.
“Mmmhmm.” Yeah. The way her legs shook had him feeling ten feet tall. She was so pretty, rocking and dancing over top of him.
“Cotton. Baby, I’m gonna…” Her back arched, and she shook hard for him, those muscles clenching around his fingers.
Yes! Score one for the cowboy. That had to be a ninety point ride at least.
She landed on the bed, and they stretched, breath evening out. “Morning.”
“Morning.” Wow. That was a fine how you doing. She was just easy
to be with, too. None of that how-was-I crap.
“Coffee?” At his nod, she grinned. “The bathroom’s right past the purple door.”
She stood up and slipped on a silky little red nightie that just covered her butt and made her boobs look… Wow.
Dude. Cotton stared, and if he hadn’t just gone off like a man down in the well, he’d be ready to go again. “You want me to help with that breakfast, honey?”
“Absolutely.” She piled her hair on top of her head in a wild, multicolored mass. It was fascinating as all hell. She was just a joy to watch, like a bright bird.
“I’ll get the coffee started.” Emily grinned at him. “I’d offer you a pair of sweatpants, but… I don’t have any. There’s a robe on the back of the bathroom door, though.
“Oh, I can take a towel.” Robes made him feel foofy.
“Mmm.” She pinked a little at his expression. “What? Towels mean more to admire.” She trailed her fingers right up his belly.
She was brazen. He liked it. Cotton chuckled, his muscles bunching up. “Well, I’m all for that.”
“Yeah, me too.” She pointed him toward the bathroom, patted his ass and bounced out. “You like music?”
“I do. I’m not big on death metal or gospel, but I like it otherwise.” He scrubbed up a little before wrapping a tie-dyed towel around him.
Her bathroom was pink. Pink and glittery. Pink and glittery with skulls and dressed up skeletons and a metric fuck ton of makeup and body stuff and a fuzzy silver bathmat.
She turned on something with a driving beat, not too loud, but audible. That worked. It was almost like some of the stuff they played at the big show.
He headed out into her funky green and purple and red kitchen. She was bouncing, pulling things out of the fridge and giving him a peek at that amazing heart-shaped ass.
“You have a fine butt, honey.” It made a man happy.
She gave him another one of those smiles. “For that, you get the choice of orange or tomato juice. Most people wouldn’t get to experience the joy of the orange.”
“Tomato, please.” He grinned, thinking how he only got that on the rare occasions that he flew.
