CowSex

by Lesley Jones

  Jesus.

  “I’d really like for you to come over here, straddle my lap, and let me take care of you, but before I ask you to do that…”

  I’m motionless. My heart hammering in my chest as I wait for him to continue.

  “There’s something you need to know. Something we have to be on the same page about.”

  I blink, and he watches me. I lick my lips as he bites down on his. We watch each other’s actions.

  “C’mere,” he orders.

  I lean forward and put my wine glass down on the coffee table. The cushion and blanket slide from my lap to the floor and I take one, then two steps towards him. His big hand reaches out for my hip, and he pulls me towards him.

  We both changed when we got home. Koa has jogging bottoms on, I’m wearing leopard print lounge pants—a Primark bargain at just six quid. They are so thin that as he pulls me to straddle him, I can not only see his erection through his clothes but I also feel it.

  All of it.

  All thoughts of Primark are banished from my brain…. for now.

  I rock backwards and forwards, his cock perfectly positioned to rub my clit in an oh-so-amazing way, but both of his hands grip my hips and still me.

  “Slow down there, Essex, we need to talk.”

  My breath escapes in short pants. Talk? Is he fucking mad? An orgasm is all that I’m after. Maybe two.

  “I promise I’ll still respect you in the morning,” I blurt. That earns me another sexy smile, and I shake my head. “No, please don’t give me that look. I’ve never been a squirter, but I swear to God right now, I’m about to blow all over your dick.”

  Yep. I actually just said that aloud.

  Classy, Gracie. Really. Classy.

  “Glad I’ve got you so worked up, baby.”

  I throw my head back and look at the ceiling.

  “Oh fuck me sideways, now he’s calling me baby. Hope you’ve got a mop and bucket handy.”

  He chuckles, which means his stomach moves, which in turn has his hips and therefore his dick doing the same. I keep my head tilted back and close my eyes, letting my body absorb and enjoy the sensation.

  “Gracie, would you look at me?”

  I slowly move my head and open my eyes to meet his.

  “I don’t want this to change us,” he says quietly.

  “What?” My heart hammers and my insides perform origami on themselves as I look over his face.

  “I want you, Essex. I want you so fucking bad it’s painful, but I don’t want this to change us, you and me, what we’ve got.”

  His palms slide down my hips and rub over the tops of my thighs; we both watch his movements before he looks back up at me.

  “I just need you to know that this can only be a temporary fix. I’m not looking for anything more, and I’m not the guy to give you that house full of babies you say you want. I’ve got my family, and I’m done with marriage. I just need you to know all of that.”

  My throat feels tight, and my nose starts to tingle. I’m getting upset, and I don’t know why.

  Yes, I do, that’s a fucking lie. I want more. It might only be a fantasy, because, what else could it be after such a short space of time? But just for a few seconds, I allow myself to get inside my head. I build us a whole life together. I allow myself to want him, want him to be the one. I imagine living here in this cabin with him. Helping raise his children as well as our own. I imagine dogs and maybe a horse and perhaps chickens. Oh, wait, will chickens attract snakes? I’ve seen John Wayne films, watched him shoot rattlesnakes, and what about coyotes and bears. Oh, fuck me, I hadn’t even considered the bears. Perhaps we shouldn’t live here. Maybe Essex is a much better option? There are no bears at Lakeside.

  I shake my head, but I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying no to, the ending of my fantasy probably. Reality hits me, and I know that I have to accept this as the rebound sex that it is, or I have to put a stop to things now.

  Right now.

  “Do you get bears in Colorado?”

  “What?”

  “What about rattlesnakes and coyotes?”

  “Gracie, did you hear what I just said?”

  “I heard.”

  I smile down at him and decide to be honest. “I understand what you’re saying, Cowboy, but you need to know that I can’t promise not to get attached.”

  “Then perhaps we should leave well alone and go to our separate rooms.”

  That makes my stomach lurch.

  “Is that what you really want?”

  “Fuck no. I want inside you.”

  “And that’s it.” I don’t say it as a question. I state it as a fact. Because that’s what it is. He wants to fuck me, and that’s all he wants.

  Can I do that? Give him that? Probably not. I know myself well enough to know what I like, and Koa Carmichael is at the top of that list right now, that won’t have changed in the morning.

  But right here, right now. I’m willing to take the risk.

  I think.

  I’m a thirty-two-year-old single woman with a hard, hot man between her legs. My heart might suffer the consequences long term, but my vagina is gonna be oh so grateful for the short. Or maybe forever.

  “Tell you what, Cowboy, let’s not plot, plan, or overthink what happens afterwards, let’s just go with the flow and see where it takes us.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me, Essex. Now get your damn clothes off.”

  KOA

  I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA say no, turn down my offer of no-strings sex. I sat and watched as she battled with her moral compass.

  Gracie is a good girl, she might have a sassy attitude and enjoy giving me shit, flirting, and teasing, but underneath it all, she’s a good girl.

  I kinda feel bad that casual is all I can offer her.

  Kinda.

  She manoeuvres herself off my lap and stands in front of me. She’s wearing a pair of leopard print drawstring pants and an oversized black sweater that hangs off one shoulder. I noticed the straps of whatever she has on beneath that earlier when I may or may not have been checking out whether or not she was wearing a bra.

  She pulls the sweater over her head and then peels off the compression bandage I helped her put on earlier.

  She twirls it around her head like she’s doing a striptease and throws it in my direction.

  I pick it up and sniff it like it’s her underwear that’s just landed in my lap, playing along with her stripper routine.

  Not that I regularly sniff underwear.

  Or even go to strip clubs.

  Much.

  “Sexy, Essex. You should’ve kept that on for me. Just that and nothing else.”

  “I can put it back on if you really want me to, Cowboy.”

  “It’s off now, quit wasting time and get naked. I need to see you.”

  She has on some kind of sports bra, the kind women wear at the gym. Can’t say that it’s exactly sexy, but knowing what’s underneath it sure is.

  She pulls down the pants she’s wearing and steps out of them, revealing pink camouflage panties. They’re the same kind she had on the first night she was here, almost like a tiny, sexy pair of shorts.

  I take her in. Every inch of her. She’s all creamy skin, ink, and curves. She pulls out the hair ties holding each of her braids in place and uses her fingers to comb through the soft-looking strands. I’ve never seen her with her hair down, and I’m tempted to reach out and touch it as it falls around her shoulders.

  “Your turn,” she whispers.

  I pull my shirt over my head and throw it on top of her clothes before I lift my hips and slide off my sweatpants.

  My dick is so hard and swollen, it’s almost sticking out above the waistband of my boxers. I debate whether to take them off, too, but decide to draw things out a little longer.

  When I look up at her, she’s staring down at my dick and biting down on her lip. I have no control over the twitch it gives in appreciation of that stare.

  “B
ack to you, Essex.”

  Her eyes travel from between my legs, over my stomach and chest, until they finally meet mine.

  She pulls her bra off over her head, and her soft round tits bounce as they’re freed.

  “Oh fuck me, Essex, you’re gorgeous.” She really is fucking beautiful.

  She seems to hesitate for a beat while looking right at me. I know whatever battle waging inside is over the instant she slides her panties down her hips and shimmies out of them.

  I stare at her in stunned silence for what seems like forever. My eyes devour everything before me. From her pink sparkly toenails to the ink that travels from her thigh, around the curve of her hip to her back, reappears over her shoulder, and continues down her arm.

  “Jesus, Gracie Elliott, remind me next week to order Alma-May the biggest bunch of flowers and a thank you card for being shit at her job and sending such perfection my way.”

  She smiles but says nothing. I’ve never known her so quiet.

  “You nervous, baby?”

  She nods.

  “Don’t be.”

  The only illumination is from a lamp at the far end of the room and the glow from the fire. Shadows dance across her skin, making the ink come alive.

  I lift my hips once again and pull off my boxers. I was hoping for a little relief once they’re removed but get none. My balls and belly ache with need.

  “Get over here.”

  She takes a step forward and slides one knee on either side of my hips so that she’s straddling me. The heat between her legs settles against the underside of my dick, and we both stare down at where our skin touches.

  I rake my fingers through her hair and pull her mouth towards mine.

  She’s slow to react at first, her soft lips barely brushing mine. I let her lead for a while, letting her tongue explore and taste. The little flicks drive me wild, and I eventually force my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers. She groans and sinks forward, her nipples brush against the hairs on my chest, and my hips instinctively grind up towards her. She responds by sliding forward. Her slit is hot and wet, and it would be so easy to slip inside her right now. But I want more than a quick fuck. I want to taste her pussy and suck on her nipples. I’m only just kissing her for the first time ever, but I already know I want this to last all night.

  I slide my hands under ass and hold her against me as I stand.

  “Sofa’s not working for me, Essex, let’s take it to the bedroom.”

  Her legs tighten around my waist, her arms hold onto my shoulders, and she leans back so she can look at me.

  “Whatever, wherever you want, Cowboy,” she says with a lazy smile on her face.

  “Whatever, wherever? You best prepare yourself for everything then.”

  “Oh, I’m ready.”

  She tightens her grip and starts kissing my neck as I make my way upstairs and then to her bedroom.

  I ease her down gently onto the bed and reach across her to switch on the bedside lamp.

  When I settle back in place, she’s moved farther up, and her entire body is laid out before me. My brain and my balls both feel like they’re gonna explode. My brain because I just don’t know where to start and my balls because I want her so bad.

  I lift her right leg and kiss from the inside of her ankle to the top of her thigh, where I suck on her soft skin. Her hips slowly rock towards my face and then away again.

  I make a point of breathing heavily right across her clit as I move my mouth to the inside of her left thigh. Both her hands are in my hair, and her nails bite into my scalp, forcing my mouth down harder on her skin.

  I gently nip at her flesh, “Koa.” She sighs out my name on a long drawn out breath, and I almost come all over the bed.

  “I know, baby, I know.”

  While kissing, sucking, and biting her body, I slide my middle finger inside her. She’s deliciously fucking wet, and I can’t hold out any longer.

  “Need to taste you, Gracie, then I need to be inside you.”

  “Yes, yes please, Koa.”

  Her hands guide my head, and my tongue finds her clit as I slip two, then three fingers inside her.

  She tastes like citrus and salt.

  She tastes fucking perfect.

  “Fuck, Koa. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.”

  “Let it go, baby. Give it to me.”

  I curl my fingers and push the tip of my tongue hard against her clit as I look up the length of her body and watch her start to fall apart.

  Her internal muscles spasm, her mouth drops open, and her legs press against my head.

  I rest my chin against the strip of hair on her pubic bone and watch her head tilt back, I feel her pussy grip my fingers, and I listen to her groan, curse, and call out my name.

  Gracie’s entire body twitches and trembles as her orgasm rolls through her, and I’ve never in my life seen a woman look more beautiful.

  My skin tingles, my eyes burn, and my throat feels like it’s about to close. For one crazy minute, I think I’m gonna cry.

  Gracie’s fingers tugging my head up towards hers snap me out of my little moment, and I crawl up her body, kissing a path across her soft belly, each of her nipples, her throat, and finally her mouth.

  This kiss is different from the one we shared downstairs. Slower. Sensual. Our tongues stroke and taste each other, we explore and probe. She bites down on my bottom lip, I adjust my mouth and draw her tongue back inside, and it’s all done oh-so-fucking slowly. All so fucking softly.

  The whole thing is all so fucking perfect.

  GRACIE

  I ’VE NEVER FELT SO NEEDY—or plain wanty—in my entire life.

  I just had a total body orgasm. Every part of me felt the pleasure that Koa just wrung out of me, but it isn’t enough. I want more.

  He is kissing me senseless. This combined with the weight of his hard body pressed into my soft one is sending sparks across my skin. Little lightning bolts of sensation zapping me continually, building me back up, higher and higher.

  “I need you inside me.” I pull my mouth away from his and speak into his neck. His skin smells clean. I’m not sure if he uses aftershave or just soap, but it’s intoxicating.

  “Condoms, Gracie, where are your condoms?”

  He starts to kiss down my body, but I grab his hair and lift his head so that his eyes can meet mine.

  “I don’t have any condoms.”

  His head jerks back, and I release my grip.

  “What do you mean, you don’t have any condoms?”

  “Exactly what I said. I didn’t come here planning to shag anyone. I thought I was gonna spend the next six months with Vance for company. He doesn’t sleep around, nor can he get me pregnant, so I don’t need condoms with him.”

  He sits up on his knees and drags his spread fingers through his hair. His sexy as fuck magical fingers that probably smell like me.

  “Fuck.” He rakes his top teeth over his bottom lip and strokes at his beard, looking as though he’s thinking.

  “I don’t think I have any here. I wasn’t expecting this, either.”

  Shit, does that mean he thinks I’m behaving whorey and giving it up too easily?

  “You on the pill?”

  “No. I was, but after splitting with Reggie, I thought I’d give my body a break. Like I said, I wasn’t expecting this.” I wave my hand between our torsos as I speak.

  “Let me just go check my wallet, it’s in my bedroom.”

  Koa climbs off the bed, and I watch his naked arse leave the room. It’s even more perfect than I ever could’ve imagined.

  I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds and try to calm the squirming worms that are wriggling about in my belly.

  I shift position slightly and am embarrassed to realise that I’m lying in a wet patch, all of my own making.

  Getting off the bed, I pull the blankets back so that when Koa returns, we can lie on the crisp white sheets, no snail trail in sight.

  I should
n’t be left alone with my own thoughts at moments like this, not that I’ve ever really had a moment like this in my life before.

  What if when we start going at it, I’m still so wet for him that it sounds all squelchy?

  What if we start making that wet fish slapping together sound, or worse still, I let off a fanny fart, a vart?

  Oh my God, I’ll die. I’ll be on the first flight back to England if that happens.

  I stick my head out of the bedroom door and check the landing, there’s no sign of Koa, so I quickly run down the stairs and grab my phone and head back to the bedroom. I fully expect him to be back and am already thinking of elaborate excuses to explain to him why I need my phone. I could just be up front and tell him that I need to set up a new playlist called “Music to Drown Out the Sound of Gracie’s Wet Fanny and Shag Unembarrassed To.’

  I go into the bathroom and turn on my UE Boom, scroll through Spotify, and find a playlist called “Sexy Fuck Music.” I press play, set the volume so that it’s loud enough to hide any sloppy noises, and, because I’m in the bathroom, decide to quickly shower from the waist down.

  I then decide that perhaps fucking in the shower would be a much better option altogether. I leave the door to the bathroom open wide, turn up the music a little louder, just to be sure that Koa knows where I am, and after putting my hair up, I step under the water.

  I take my time lathering up and wash thoroughly, regularly checking around the shower curtain, but by the time I’m finished, there’s still no sign of Koa.

  After moisturising from neck to toes, I step out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around me, carrying my speaker.

  Still no Koa.

  I’m not sure what to do.

  I put the speaker down on the bedside table and climb into bed. Koa’s bedroom is at the front of the house, mine at the back, but he’s been gone for over fifteen minutes.

  Should I go to his bedroom and check to see if he’s okay? What if he’s had second thoughts and changed his mind?

  I get out of bed and pull on my robe and stick my head out the bedroom door again. Nothing.

  “Koa,” I call out.