Chapter 31 Tally
TALLY
I’m floating around the pool table like I got tiny clouds strapped to my boots and I can’t blame it on the free drinks we got from the generous folks of Pine Bluff.
It’s been too long since I had this much fun performing.
When I felt Rust’s presence next to me in the spotlight, my anxiety melted away. To share a stage with him again, to witness that spark returning to his eyes and igniting my own would’ve been enough for me. Suddenly, the approval of the crowd didn’t seem that important anymore.
But boy, did they approve.
After a wave of stunned silence, people got on their feet. They clapped along, whistled and hollered. Some couples two-stepped in the small space in front of the bar. One particularly enthusiastic fella climbed on top of the pool table and Dave had to hit him with a broom until he jumped down.
We walked off the stage into a sea of back pats and compliments until Erin chased our new fans off so we could catch our breath. She went home shortly after, claiming she didn’t wanna stick around until the local drunks got rowdy again. Whatever that meant.
Since then, it’s Rust and me and this game of pool, which I’m totally winning. It feels good to let loose and get a little tipsy without worrying about some paparazzi snapping an unflattering picture.
I line up my final shot and sink the ball into the furthest left corner pocket. “I win!”
Rust blows out a long breath, putting his cue on the table. “Damn, I don’t remember teaching you these dirty tricks, Trouble.”
“I’ve had time to refine my techniques, cowboy.”
I swallow a tacky remark about my exceptional skill in handling long, hard things. But they do say actions speak louder than words…
I leave my cue behind and strut toward him. My hand lands on his chest, drawing circles across his rapid heartbeat. I lick my lips and Rust’s eyes follow the flick of my tongue.
“You looked so fucking sexy on stage,” I whisper seductively. “Let me show you what a good groupie I can be. Come and get me, Big Guy.”
I twist away from him. Hips swaying, I walk to the restrooms. I pause by the door and shake my ass to the sound of playful whistles from the other patrons. Heart pounding, I slip into the hallway beyond.
Seconds later, the door flies open and Rust’s muscular body barrels into me.
He knocks the Stetson off my head as he seals my lips with a feverish kiss. My arms fly around his neck and his hands grab my waist while our tongues tangle in a possessive dance.
We stumble into the ladies’ room and Rust kicks the door shut behind us, fumbling to lock it. Then he pushes me up against the wall, his rock-hard cock pressing into my belly fat. His moans echo in my mouth as he grinds against me with reckless abandon.
He’s always open about his attraction to me, but in this dimly-lit bathroom of a small-town honky-tonk bar, it seems like the last thread of his restraint finally snaps.
His touch is urgent. He digs his fingers into my flesh like he fears I might fade into smoke if he doesn’t hold tight. He kisses me like he can’t breathe unless our lips are locked.
Rust’s thigh presses between my legs, hiking up my skirt, and I rock my wet center against him. One of his hands wanders down to my ass, squeezing. Fuck, I could come just from the way he kisses me and how his muscled thigh rubs against my clit.
He kisses a path along the corner of my mouth and my jaw to the side of my neck, sucking and biting.
Tomorrow, I’m gonna be covered in hickeys and I don’t give a damn.
He’s already left bruises on my hips and thighs when he fucked me in the truck.
They look like flower petals scattered across my skin and I love them.
This between us ain’t forever, but I’m proud to wear his marks.
I need more of him. Of us.
I pull back. Rust looks at me with lust-drunk eyes. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asks.
“I want to taste you.”
He gives a lazy smirk, clicking his tongue. “The whole bar saw us gettin’ in here together and you still wanna take my dick in that tight little throat of yours?”
Need pulses through me. I barely manage a nod.
“Get on your knees for me, Trouble.”
I gather my skirt, sinking to the cold, tiled floor. From down here, he looks like a giant.
“You listen so well. Now open my jeans and take out my cock,” Rust drawls.
I unbuckle his belt and open the button of his Wranglers.
He shudders with anticipation as I unzip the fly and reach into his briefs, fingers curling around his hot length.
I swallow thickly when I free his dick. Pre-cum gathers on the swollen, purple tip like a shiny pearl and thick veins run along his girthy shaft.
Rust slides a hand into my curls, making me look up at him. “Use your words. What do you want?”
A bloom of heat spreads through my core. “I want to suck your big cock.”
“No, good girls don’t demand. They beg. So what do you say?”
I nip softly at his balls and lick up his length, running circles around his tip. He moans, throbbing against my lips.
I look up at him through my lashes. “Please let me suck your gorgeous, fat cock.”
His eyes roll and he grabs my hair tighter. “That’s my dirty wife. Open wide for me.”
Keeping eye-contact with him, I slowly fold my lips over his cockhead and hollow my cheeks.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Rust groans. He braces one hand on the wall behind me, the other splaying over the back of my head. “You got the voice of an angel on stage and the mouth of a devil when it’s wrapped around my dick.”
He holds my head in place as his hips hitch forward. His cock pushes further into my mouth and I try to relax my muscles, swallowing him. When he thrusts, I gag. Tears run down my cheeks and drool bubbles from my lips.
Rust pounds the wall with his fist, letting out a guttural moan. “Look at you, so perfect on your knees for me. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you swallow my dick, so pretty with spit drippin’ down your chin.”
My pussy clenches at his filthy praise. I must look a mess, but he’s making me feel beautiful. Even though he’s ruining my makeup and my hair, I want more.
I want him to ruin me completely.
“Damn, I didn’t think you’d be able to take all of me. I can feel your throat squeezing me… fuck, you’re good at this.”
He slides out and I cough, gasping for air.
“I wanna come down your throat, Trouble. Is that what you want, too?”
“Please let me drink your cum,” I rasp.
“God, I love when you beg… and good girls get rewarded.”
“Then fuck my face. Hard.”
He lets out a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re askin’ for. I’m gonna suffocate you with my cock.”
“Always bragging, huh?” I giggle. “Trust me, I remember our safewords and I can take it.” I lick my lips invitingly and open my mouth as wide as I can.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you…”
Rust grabs my head and shoves his length between my lips, hitting the back of my throat immediately. I choke, but he doesn’t withdraw. He’s rougher now. The change of pace is a shock. It’s everything I need.
I like him sweet and I like him rough. Tonight, he’s giving me both.
I steady myself on his thigh as he sloppily fucks my face, my other hand cradling and massaging his balls.
He drives his dick down my throat again and again.
I blush at the dirty, wet noises coming from my lips as I let him use me.
My pussy aches with need and I soaked through my panties minutes ago.
His thrusts speed up, his cock swelling. A muted shout breaks from his chest as his knees buckle and he barely holds himself upright against the wall, hips pumping erratically.
A torrent of hot liquid floods my throat. It’s so much I’m struggling to swallow it all.
Rust’s voice comes out broken by lust. “Don’t spill any. If you do well, I might let you come, too.”
I swallow his cum like my life depends on it. It might as well, cause I’m going to implode if I don’t get to orgasm soon.
Rust withdraws, breathing heavily. “Show me that you’ve swallowed it all.”
I smirk proudly, opening my mouth.
He presses his thumb onto my tongue and fire spreads across my face. What a simple, yet intimately possessive, dominant gesture.
“Atta girl. You’re such a good little cumslut,” he drawls.
He helps me to my feet and kisses me deeply. I expect him to zip up and get the hell out, but he pushes me toward the counter with the sink. He lifts me around the waist, sitting me down on the edge.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he hikes up my skirt to my hips.
He tugs off my panties over my boots and exposes my drenched pussy. Then, with a devilish grin, he spreads my thighs and sinks to his knees, guiding one of my legs over his shoulder.
“I’m fucking starving and I ain’t leavin’ this bathroom until I’ve devoured the five-star meal between your thighs.”