Chapter 4
MOLLY
I had no idea how long we kissed in the middle of the staging area, but after the second catcall we’d pulled apart.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before a smile widened on his gorgeous face.
My lips were soft and swollen from his mouth on mine, my skin prickly from the soft feel of his whiskers. Up close, he was… gorgeous.
I was tall for a woman, but he was taller.
My head was angled back to keep my eyes on his hazel ones.
Beneath his tan Stetson, his light brown hair curled against his nape.
His jaw was square and that mouth… I wanted more.
He smelled like cinnamon and sin, even over the pungent animal scents that filled the arena.
A man on horseback had us stepping back, but he took my hand in his and tugged me down the corridor. We hadn’t spoken. Hadn’t said a word. For some crazy reason, it didn’t feel like we had to. That I knew him somehow even though I’d never laid eyes on him before.
Should I be concerned a stranger was leading me deeper into the arena, trying one door and then the next until he pulled me into a cleaning closet?
Yes, definitely. But all I could feel was exhilaration and arousal as I took in his forearms and the corded muscle and veins.
His broad shoulders beneath his black t-shirt.
The tapered waist. Worn jeans that outlined his butt and sturdy thighs to perfection.
That kiss had made my panties damp, and my nipples rub painfully against the fabric of my plain cotton bra. When he shut the door behind us and pressed me against it, I met his gaze and couldn’t look away.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I replied.
His eyes roved over my face, then settled on my lips.
“You feel this?”
“Your dick against my hip?”
He grinned and oh my…
“I saw you, pretty girl, and that was it.”
I nodded, because I felt the same. “This is crazy.”
He shrugged, seeming completely unconcerned.
“I need more of your mouth.”
“Okay.” I was never this pliant. I was a doctor.
Strict and controlled. Ruthlessly scheduled.
I’d been in school for eight years and then residency for a few more and God, my time hadn’t been my own for as long as I could remember.
Even now, I didn’t do crazy or reckless things. I knew what could happen.
The only thing that could come from this encounter was an orgasm. Maybe–hopefully–two.
So when I consented to more kisses, he cupped my face again and took control. I melted, giving over to him. His mouth, his tongue. His hands when they started to rove over me.
“You’re perfect. Fuck, you feel good,” he murmured as he kissed along my jaw.
I shook my head. “No. I’m a bad girl,” I said, letting my fantasy escape.
He stilled as he nuzzled behind my ear. “Oh yeah? Is it because you’re in here with me? A man who wants to fuck you?”
I licked my lips, raised my hands to his hair, knocking his hat to the floor. “Yes.”
“You usually fuck a cowboy in a janitor’s closet?
” he asked, this time his voice more growl than before.
His hands were on my breasts, cupping them and testing their weight.
When his fingers pinched my nipples in what felt like a punishment, I moaned.
Clearly, he didn’t like the idea of another man touching me.
I shook my head. “No. I’m not like this.”
“You mean you’re only like this with me.” He pushed my plain white t-shirt up and under my armpits, then did the same with my bra, baring me to him.
Then he dropped to his knees and he looked up at me.
His beard was full, darker than the hair on his head. His mouth glistened from the kisses and his cheeks were flushed. It was those eyes, the way they seemed to be able to look into my soul, that had me mesmerized.
“Bad girls get fucked, pretty girl. You okay with that?”
I nodded, because I’d never been so turned on in my life.
His hands were at the button of my jeans. “I need to hear the words.”
“Yes. Yes. I need to be fucked.”
Holy shit. I’d never said those words before in my life.
Since he was bigger, his head was level with my breasts and he leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth. Sucked. Switched sides. My head thumped against the door as I held his head against my chest. He wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want him to be.
I needed this. To get lost. To forget.
He was a multitasker because my jeans were around my thighs without me even knowing. Then he stood, spun me around so my hands slapped against the metal door. With a hand about my waist, he pulled my hips back.
Then, with surprising power, he ripped my thong and tugged it off.
Looking over my shoulder, he had my panties to his nose as he sniffed, then groaned.
“This first time, pretty girl, is gonna be quick. My dick’s aching to get into you.
To finally know what the most perfect pussy feels like.
Later, when I get you back to my hotel room and I’ve got time, I’ll eat you out until you scream. ”
“Yes.” I wanted that. So bad.
His hand came down on my butt in a stinging slap. “Reach one hand back and part those cheeks. Let me see what I’m gonna fuck.”
OH MY GOD.
Balancing myself against the door with my left hand, I reached back and cupped my right butt cheek and parted myself. I could feel the cool air against my damp flesh.
“Look at you. Sopping wet. And here–”
His thumb set right on top of my asshole.
“You take all of me and maybe, just maybe I’ll fuck you here later. Bad girls take it in the ass, don’t they?”
His gaze went from where his thumb was to meet mine.
I knew, right then, just looking at him, that he wanted that, but wouldn’t take what wasn’t offered.
I’d had sex before. Not great sex, but I wasn’t a virgin and I definitely knew that this was something different.
Something potent. I’d never been into anal before, but I felt like my fantasy of being a bad girl wasn’t being shamed. He wasn’t laughing at me.
He was right there with me.
He wanted this, too.
He wanted to tame me.
“I think so,” I whispered, letting him know I was into it, but it was new.
He nodded.
“Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” As I continued to hold myself open for him, he undid his belt. I wanted to watch. Needed to see, so I turned.
“Nope, bad girls get fucked from behind with just a door between her and an entire rodeo.”
I stilled, obeying, but watched over my shoulder as he slid down the zipper, pushed his loosened jeans down his slim hips, reached into his boxers and pulled out–
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
His dick was huge. Veiny, thick, long. The crown was broad and a bead of fluid seeped from the slit. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a condom. I was mesmerized as he ripped the package open and put it on.
Then he stepped right up to me, lined up to my entrance and then thrust deep.
I cried out. He groaned.
I let go of my bottom and slapped my hand back against the door as he took hold and fucked me. Hard.
Over the slap of our flesh, I could hear how wet I was. Listened to his running dirty talk. “So tight. Your pussy’s perfect. Taking me so well. So deep. I love seeing my handprint on your ass.”
I couldn’t hold back from reaching between my legs and playing with my clit. It was swollen and I knew I’d come if I could just play with it a little.
“Playing with your clit? So needy. You’re desperate for dick, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
I had my shirt up under my arms, my jeans tight around my thighs. A dick fucking me so thoroughly I wasn’t sure if any previous sexual encounter ever got as deep. The sensations with him inside and my fingers on my clit pushing me to the brink.
“Come. I want to feel you strangle my dick.”
I bit my lip and let go, the pleasure so potent washing over me.
I heard him growl, heard him swear, felt him thrust deep, then knew he was coming, filling the condom with his cum.
Then he did the unthinkable, pulled out, dropped to his knees and licked me to a second orgasm. My pussy was so swollen and sensitive that it took seconds.
Only when I was wilted and sated did he push to his feet and tuck himself away.
He even fixed my clothes, too. I was so sated I could barely feel my legs.
His beard was glistening. That was my arousal on his face.
“I–”
His cell chimed and he pulled it from his shirt pocket. Read the display. “Fuck,” he swore. The softness that his orgasm gave to his features was gone. “I have to go.”
I licked my lips, felt the soreness of how hard he took me between my legs.
“I understand.” I did. It wasn’t like I was looking for anything.
When he’d crooked his finger and I’d gone to him, I definitely hadn’t imagined what we’d just done.
I also didn’t expect a date or a ring or anything.
I didn’t dare risk that. I hadn’t heard from Missy in a while and like with a toddler, quiet meant possible mischief.
“Come to me. I’ll be in my hotel room after the event. The Prairie Inn, just down the block. Room 202.”
“You don’t even know my name,” I reminded.
He stepped close, kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, felt my arousal on his beard dampen my cheeks. “Come to my room and we’ll learn everything about each other.”
“Okay,” I said. I wanted more with him. One night and a whole lot of orgasms. My pussy clenched, feeling empty now, ready for more.
“There’s a good girl,” he crooned, then kissed my forehead.
Then he pulled me from the cleaning closet, kissed me one more time. Then was gone.
For good.