Rodeo

by Savannah Rylan

  I strode towards her across the room and she opened her mouth to say something again, but I had lifted her up off the floor and thrown her over my shoulder.

  She gasped and then remained still while I carried her back to the couch. I flipped her down and her body bounced as she sat. She was looking up at me wide-eyed, with her mouth hanging open.

  “Calm down, woman,” I growled as I stood over her. She was enticing me with her eyes. Her dress had ridden up over her thighs to reveal her chunky juicy legs. Jordan lifted her chin up, almost like she was challenging me to take the next step.

  “Don’t tempt me, Jordan,” I grunted and she took in a deep breath before parting her legs. The dress rode up more. I could see the clean white triangle of her panties now and I could feel my mouth salivating. What was she doing to me? Why didn’t I have any self control around her?

  I stepped away from her. I needed to go, I had a job to do. I had already made up my mind to cut off from her. I was going to keep an eye on her apartment and make sure that she didn’t get into any more trouble—but that was it. I wasn’t going to allow myself to get addicted to her, but she was making it very difficult to break the habit.

  “I want you to make me feel good,” Jordan said, and then her hands travelled down the front of her dress, all the way to her thighs. I was watching her with bated breath, hardly able to control myself now. Her legs were parted, her fingers were up her thighs…and now they were splayed on her panties.

  I could see the wetness spreading between her legs, and my mouth moistened. Jordan bit down on her tongue and her breasts heaved. She gave her pussy a quick pat and rub and my cock hardened in my jeans.

  Fuck!

  She moved her body ahead to the edge of the couch, her face was dangerously close to my cock. I knew she could see the effect she was having on me. My cock was tenting my jeans.

  Jordan’s eyes were fixed on me, while her hands worked away at my belt. She was dragging it off my waist and then pulling the zipper of my jeans down. I knew exactly what she had in mind, and I was putty in her hands. I had been fantasizing about thrusting my cock in her mouth all day, since the first moment I saw her.

  But I wanted to kiss her first.

  Grabbing her by her shoulders, I lifted her up again and before she could say anything, I pressed my mouth to hers. Jordan gasped and then sighed, as she allowed her body to relax. My tongue slipped into her mouth, deep down her throat and I knew I was gagging her. She was breathing hard, clutching me with her hands, digging her nails into my arms.

  The kiss was wild. My tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, exploring her sweetness and she kissed me back even harder. My hands travelled to her breasts, that were rising and falling with force. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples tightly and she gasped again.

  With one hand, I supported the back of Jordan’s head, and with the other, I teased her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect under that dress. I needed that bra to come off so I could taste her breasts too. Slowly, I started tugging at the dress. With enough force, it ripped at the shoulder and Jordan pulled her mouth away.

  She looked down to see her torn dress, looked back at me and then she laughed. I pulled down the tear, revealing more of her body till her bra-clad breasts were finally exposed.

  “This will not do,” I grumbled and reached for the clasp at the back. Her bra came off, she slid it off her arms. Now she was standing in front of me, with her tits hanging out from the tear of her dress. They were big juicy breasts, they swung with every step that she took. I was breathing heavily as I glared at her. Her nipples were a light brown color, erect and wide. She was breathing hard too and I reached for her breasts.

  Cupping them in my hands, I squeezed and she moaned. Her eyelids fluttered and I pinched both her nipples between my fingers. They were going to be delicious. My mouth was salivating already.

  I bent forward and took the right one in my mouth. Jordan weaved her fingers into my hair as I sucked on it hard. Her breast jiggled and shook while my other hand teased her free nipple.

  “Oh my God! Rodeo…don’t stop, please,” she cried as I continued sucking on her breasts, one nipple at a time. I was going to suck her raw. She rolled her hips, pushing it up against my throbbing cock, rubbing herself against me.

  When I finally pulled my mouth away from her, she was panting. I could see that she had come very close to coming. Jordan gulped, keeping her eyes on me.

  “It’s my turn now,” she whispered huskily and I watched her as she got on her knees in front of my legs. I was looking down at her pretty little head. My cock was throbbing hard, vicious and angry for being left out for this long. The funny thing was that I could have come just by looking at her. She had already worked her black magic on me.

  ***

  Jordan’s eyes widened as she took my cock in her hands. My jeans were down to my ankles and I was standing in front of her with my legs parted.

  She looked up at me and there was a hesitance in her eyes. Did she think I was too big for her? My cock being in her hands was an explosive feeling, the tip close to her mouth. She gulped before she parted her lips wide and I reached for her head.

  Jordan’s tongue flicked gently against the tip of my cock first and I grabbed the sides of her face. She was being shy, she wasn’t sure if I would fit in her mouth. I couldn’t wait. I’d been waiting to be inside her for too long.

  I thrust my cock into her mouth and she gasped and then moaned. I could see her ass thrust out as she sat on her knees on the floor. Her curvy body shook as my cock dove deep down her throat.

  I was gagging her again, and I could tell from her reaction that she was liking it. I moved my hips, sliding my cock out of her mouth and she was left panting.

  Jordan looked up at me, her dark eyes were glittery and excited. This time, she took my cock into her mouth herself. I clenched my jaws and growled, as I slid down the wet warmth of her mouth. My eyes rolled in my head and I arched my neck back to look up at the ceiling. I was still holding her head tightly, keeping her in position.

  She asked for this, and I wasn’t going to stop till I got what I wanted. She licked along the length of my cock, flicking the tip with her tongue and then dragging it out. I could feel my cock throbbing, desperate to burst right there down her throat, to fill her mouth with my hot seed.

  Jordan moaned as she blew me, slowly and steadily, she stretched her throat to accommodate my length. The more my cock slipped down her throat, the weaker I got. I lasted way longer than this with every other woman I fucked. With Jordan, it was hard for me to hold back. I could have come right there.

  She reached for my balls, slowly kneading them with her hands as she bobbed her head back and forth along my cock. I could feel the tip of my cock stroking the back of her throat.

  “Touch yourself!” I growled, when I had a chance to catch my breath. My cock was still in her precious red mouth, as I watched her reach her fingers down to her pussy. She stretched her legs apart and rubbed herself, through her wet panties.

  “Harder. Do it harder!” I commanded and Jordan gasped as her fingers rubbed her slit and her juicy throbbing pussy.

  She didn’t stop bobbing her head though. My cock pulsated in her mouth while she stroked herself. With one hand, she held on to my leg like it was a pillar of support, with the other she was making herself come. I wanted her to come while my cock was in her mouth.

  I could sense that she was on the edge. Her fingers slapped against her wet panties and I started thrusting my cock harder into her mouth. Her tongue was soft and juicy, and my cock was rigid and ready for an explosion.

  “Come for me, Jordan,” I said; in a softer, deeper voice and she grew still, her voice was muffled by my cock in her mouth as she came hard. Her body jerked now and her fingers worked away at her pussy. I grabbed on to her head again with both hands, diving my cock right into her mouth, down her throat repeatedly, fucking her mouth like a machine.

  “Fuck!” I growled, as
I felt my body jerk into its orgasmic motion. She was coming too. I looked down at her, her eyes were fixed on me—wide and like she was in shock.

  Both our bodies rose and fell, while I emptied my cock right down her throat. She had nowhere to move, she had no other choice but to gulp down my seed which I was spilling into her mouth. Her mouth was wide and stretched, her fingers were on her clit, still playing with her pussy. I watched her as I came.

  She looked beautiful in that moment while I shot into her mouth. Her eyes were watery, and her forehead was covered in a thin film of sweat. Slowly, I slid my cock out of her mouth, and Jordan collapsed down on the floor.

  She was breathing hard, sitting slouched against the legs of the couch. I stepped away from her. It was like my body was still in shock from the experience of the orgasm. My cock was still throbbing and dripping cum as I stroked it, trying to soothe it.

  Her nostrils were flared, her hair was splayed wild around her shoulders and down her back. Her red lipstick was now smudged and some of her mascara was running down her cheeks. She looked like a woman who had been properly fucked, the way she deserved to be. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to this woman. I was worshipping her already.

  Jordan smoothened the front of her dress on her legs. Her tits were still hanging out of her dress, but she didn’t seem to care.

  Wasn’t this what she wanted? She wanted a distraction. She wanted me to make her feel good—and that was what I had done. But she wasn’t saying anything, she had grown deathly silent now in the aftermath of our orgasms. Was she regretting it already?

  I pulled my jeans up and ran a hand through my hair.

  “Do you mind if I take a shower before I go?” I asked. She shook her head in silence.

  Chapter 8

  Jordan

  I felt safe with Rodeo around, but I didn’t know how to communicate it to him. I waited in the living room while he took a shower, thinking of things I could say to him. It was too soon to say anything, I’d only just met him that morning. The truth was that I didn’t know him at all.

  All I could gather was that he was a busy man and he led an independent life. It didn’t matter what Lila told me at the bar, it would be ridiculous for me to want anything more from him. The very fact that he had fixed the door, safely seen me back home and said that he was going to keep an eye on my apartment—should have been enough.

  But I was still scared. I was afraid of what was going to happen to me when he left.

  Rodeo appeared back in my living room a few minutes later. He had showered and changed back into the clothes he was wearing. His long sandy blond hair was damp, as was his beard; and I felt that urge to run my fingers through it again.

  He knew how to make me feel good. I had seen his cock now, and just having it in my mouth wasn’t enough. My pussy throbbed and ached with the need to have him inside me. I wanted to know what he looked like with his shirt off, how his muscles moved when he drove into me. I wanted to trace the shape of every tattoo on his chest and neck.

  He ran his fingers through his damp hair before he tied it up into a ponytail again.

  “Thanks for the shower,” he said, as he started putting his leather jacket back on. Why was it, that the very kind of man I should have stayed away from, was so irresistible to me? What was it about Rodeo that had made me strip off my clothes within minutes of meeting him? Why had I lured him into having sex with me again?

  My cheeks flushed, I was embarrassed of my behavior.

  “It’s the least I can do,” I said to him and stood up from my couch. I could sense that he was getting ready to leave and my heart was sinking. I didn’t want him to go, but he had a life out there and I didn’t want to stand in the way of that.

  “You know how to use the locks now?” he asked, walking over to the door and I nodded my head.

  “Yes, thank you,” I replied.

  “You should be staying indoors as much as possible. Do you have anywhere to be tonight?” Rodeo asked, as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

  “I have a late night shift at Mac’s Diner, but that’s only a five minute walk from here,” I told him and he nodded his head.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I guess you have to do what you have to do. You have to move on with your life. I’m going to keep an eye on this place, maybe I’ll ask some of my brothers to do drive-bys through the night. Just don’t open the door for anybody you don’t know, but you probably know that already,” he continued and I smiled at him gratefully.

  “Thank you, Rodeo, that is very nice of you,” I said. He looked like he was going to say something to that, but he didn’t. He nodded his head and then picked his tools up from the floor.

  “Take care of yourself, Jordan,” he said at the door.

  “I’m a big girl,” I replied, forcing myself to laugh a little. Rodeo wasn’t smiling, he understood the seriousness of the situation. But there was only so much he could do. I didn’t want to disrupt his life.

  “You have my phone number now, I’ve written it down on a piece of paper in your bathroom. You can call me whenever you need to,” he said and with that, he was out of the door.

  I gulped as I watched him leave. After he had shut the door behind him, I walked over and pulled the locks. Through the peephole, I saw him walking down the stairs; taking it two at a time as he descended. I waited and watched till the last second, till I couldn’t see him anymore.

  Then I whipped around and eyed my apartment. It was deathly quiet in here now. With Rodeo gone, it seemed frightfully alone. More alone than it had seemed before I met him.

  I rushed into the bathroom and saw the phone number he’d left for me on the counter. I stuffed that into my purse in the bedroom and then sat down on my bed.

  How had I got myself into so much trouble? All of this could have been avoided if only I hadn’t been standing at the window in the morning. If I hadn’t woken up that early to study!

  When was I going to study? I had an important test coming up in two weeks and I hadn’t even started studying for it. If I didn’t pass this one, I would have to repeat several classes; I would lose so much time!

  I couldn’t get that nagging feeling out of my head that none of this would matter if the Hell’s Drifters got to me first. If they broke into my house and killed me, none of this would make sense.

  I was jittery again. I wished Rodeo was here to take me into his arms and hold me while I cried. I wished he was here to calm me down. I hadn’t realized how deeply I would miss him till he was actually gone.

  Now, I had no other choice but to move on with my life. That would have to start with me getting ready for my shift.

  ***

  I was walking to the diner later, and the whole time; I felt like I was being watched. It was only a five minute walk from my apartment, but I took hurried steps and my eyes kept darting around to see if anybody was looking at me.

  The streets were busy enough and well lit, so technically, I didn’t have much to worry about but I couldn’t stop thinking that I was being followed.

  At times, I stopped in my tracks and looked back. There were people there of course, but they were all just minding their own business and they walked past me. When I turned and started walking again, I thought I could hear footsteps directly behind me, I thought I was going to be dragged into a dark alleyway.

  I hurried into the diner and the place was full and bustling with people. I put on my apron and got ready to start my shift. There were several familiar faces at the booths—the regulars, but every unknown face that walked in through the doors gave me a jolt.

  I couldn’t stop eyeing all the customers, I couldn’t stop imagining that they were all looking at me.

  “You look a little jumpy today, girl,” Flora, one of the other waitresses at the diner, had come up to me while I was clearing a table. I whipped around to her, and she saw the gobsmacked expression on my face and started laughing.

  “Exactly what I’m
talking about! What’s gotten into you, hun?” she asked, following me back to the kitchens where I dumped all the plates and cutlery.

  “Nothing. I’m just tired I guess,” I told Flora as I wiped my hands on the apron.

  “Take a break, come out with me. I’m going for a smoke,” Flora said, pulling her packet of cigarettes out of the pocket of her apron. I looked around the kitchen, sighed and then followed Flora out through the back door into the alleyway.

  The moment we stepped out, I knew it was a bad idea. Being alone in a dark place was just the kind of situation I wanted to avoid. Flora lit her cigarette and I took in a lungful of the cool night air. I could hardly stop tapping my feet. Flora was watching me as she took puffs of her cigarette, and there was an amused expression on her face.

  “Robbed a bank or something?” she asked, when I looked over my shoulder. We were alone right now but that could change in a matter of seconds.

  “I’m just tired,” I said again and she crossed her brows.

  “No, this isn’t just being tired…something’s going on. You know you can talk to me, right?” she said and I bit down on my lip. Flora and I had been working at this diner together for two years. We weren’t exactly the best of friends, but we had each other’s backs at work. She loved complaining about the latest asshole she was sleeping with, and I was a good listener.

  At this point in my life, I didn’t have anybody other than Flora who I could realistically talk to.

  “You know the shooting that happened this morning?” I said and Flora took a drag of her cigarette.

  “Oh Shit! That happened outside your apartment, right?” she said and I hushed her, my eyes darting around us again.

  “What’s going on? Why are you hushing me?” she asked and I stepped closer to her.

  “I saw it happen. It was a guy on a bike, he belongs to some MC called Hell’s Drifters,” I told her and Flora stepped away from me with a jerk.

  “Why the hell would you tell me that, Jordan? I don’t need to know that! I don’t need that kind of information!” she gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth. Flora was talking in a hushed voice too now.