6. Sierra
Sierra
Carl slowly pulled back, his chest rising and falling heavily against mine.
Kissing him might have changed my life completely. I was dizzy for him, and there was a liquid fire burning between my thighs.
The heavy, sweet press of his lips clung to my senses, making my head spin. He rested his palms on my waist and ground his hips against me, a universal sign for I-want-to-fuck-you-now, especially with the hard bulge pressing into me.
“Do you want to stay out here with me a little longer?” he asked huskily.
I stared up at him in the dim light and swallowed hard. I had spent so many years being careful. Guarding my space, keeping my walls up, leaving town before anyone could make me want to stay.
But looking at Carl, I didn’t want that anymore. I just wanted him.
“I don’t want to go back to the rodeo,” I told him, the words coming out in a breathless rush. “I want you. As soon as possible.”
“I know I’m only in town for a few weeks,” I continued, needing him to understand I wasn’t playing games with him.
“And honestly, Carl, it’s been a long time for me.
I don’t usually do this. But I am so incredibly tired of pretending I don’t want something real when it’s standing right in front of me.
I need a little comfort tonight, and I think you’re the perfect one to give it to me. ”
His eyes darkened, the easygoing smile disappearing from his face, something feral replacing it. “You sure?”
“Yes. Where’s your truck?”
“Not far from here,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as he guided me through the field toward the parking lot.
The lot was on the edge of the field we’d been walking through, cars and trucks parked in the grass haphazardly.
It was empty right now, with everyone enjoying the rodeo.
And if I had my timing right, it would be an hour or so before anyone would even think of leaving.
The main event was starting in a few minutes.
We walked quickly, laughing and holding hands as we went, almost trotting at times, the heat between us not willing to wait much longer.
“Everyone’s watching the bull riding right now,” I murmured as we reached the passenger side of his truck. I glanced back over my shoulder at the glowing arena lights. “The headliners are coming on soon. We should have some privacy.”
“Good,” Carl growled.
He pulled the door open and helped me up into the cab.
It was spacious for a truck, but the second Carl climbed in behind me and pulled the door shut, the space shrunk, charged with the electricity humming between us.
I carefully lifted the camera strap over my head. Then set it gently on the dashboard, pushing it far enough back that it wouldn’t slide off.
Carl watched me set the camera down, his eyes hooded with hunger.
“Are we really doing this?” he asked. “I haven’t fucked in a truck since I was a teenager.”
“Do you want to waste time driving back to my motel?”
“No, ma’am,” he growled as he reached for me, his large hands gripping my hips.
He pulled me across the bench seat and directly into his lap, then pulled my lips down onto his.
His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming it with a hot, wet desperation that made my core clench instantly. I straddled his thick thighs, my knees digging into the truck seat as I tangled my fingers in his long, burly hair.
I was going to fuck this man. A complete stranger.
He tugged the hem of my t-shirt up, his rough palms sliding up my bare stomach.
I instinctively stiffened, my brain defaulting to its usual messages.
Suck it in. Hide the rolls. I’m too fat to play cowgirl with this man.
But Carl groaned and squeezed my belly. It was a deep, reverent sound, as if he liked everything about me.
“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous, Sierra.”
His large hands mapped the thick curves of my waist. Then he pushed my shirt the rest of the way up and over my head, tossing it blindly into the back seat before staring at my naked skin.
“We should hurry.” I peeked out the windows quickly, checking for movement. But I didn’t see anyone.
Doing this where anyone could walk up sent a thrill through me. Not that I needed much inspiration with a man like him.
The warm summer air filled the truck cab, heating my already flushed skin.
Carl was a furnace underneath me. He unhooked my bra with one practiced flick of his fingers, then slid his calloused palms across my heavy breasts.
He squeezed them, his thumbs flicking over my tight nipples, and I arched my back, letting out a shameless moan that echoed in the tight space.
Then he trailed his mouth down my neck, sucking my skin right above my collarbone. That would leave a mark tomorrow, and for some reason, I liked the idea of that. A reminder of his claim on me.
“You’re gorgeous, Sierra,” he rasped, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. “So damn soft.”
I fumbled with the buttons of his flannel shirt, then tugged it off his broad shoulders, uncovering a body built by the mountain itself. I pressed my open mouth to his collarbone, sucking in the taste of salt and heat while my hands dropped to the zipper of his jeans.
He groaned as I pulled him out, hard and ready, throbbing in my hand. He had such a gorgeous dick.
Then it was a scramble as I took my jeans off in the cramped quarters. The only downfall to jeans was trying to fuck in them. I’d learned that ages ago. But all good things were worth some effort.
Once I was free of them, I swung my legs around his hips and teased him with my wet pussy. We were a mess of tangled limbs and desperate hands, kissing each other’s faces off. The man was acting hungry for me, and it was making me feel a little wild.
Neither of us could wait. I slipped down onto his hard cock and let the man fill me.
He gripped my hips with the tightest hold and helped me ride that cock until we were a sweaty mess. The whole cab of the truck fogged up, and I had to imagine it was bouncing enough to attract attention. I only hoped our luck would hold out a little longer.
Just a little longer.
Carl stretched me perfectly as he tugged me down onto him the final inch.
I cried out, throwing my head back as my inner walls clamped down tight around him. It had been so long, and he felt entirely too good.
He groaned, his grip tightening on my love handles as he rocked his hips up to me with a heavy, focused rhythm. I rode him hard, the friction undoing me, hot and deep, exactly where I needed it.
Every time he thrust upward, he drove the breath from my lungs. I ground myself against him, chasing the tight hunger building deep inside me.
“You’re making me crazy, woman.”
I laughed. “That’s half the point.”
Carl’s hands wandered as I rode him, squeezing my thighs, holding my waist, worshipping every pound of me without a single ounce of hesitation.
It was when he dragged his hands across my full belly that I popped my eyes open in surprise.
His eyes were fixed on mine.
And he wasn’t the smiling, laughing guy from the bleachers. This was the man underneath. Grounded, possessive, and entirely focused on what he was doing to me.
Something in those eyes told me this wasn’t a random, meaningless rodeo hookup.
“Carl,” I gasped, the pleasure spiking in my core.
“I’ve got you,” he rumbled, his thrusts getting faster, hitting deeper as we both got close. “Let go for me, Sierra. Come on.”
It was when he dropped his hand to my clit, rubbing along with our movements that I shattered around him, pleasure ripping through me in intense waves.
I buried my face in his neck, crying out his name as my body squeezed him impossibly tight. A second later, Carl drove up into me one final, deep time, a guttural groan tearing out of his throat as he came inside me, his massive frame shuddering beneath my hands.
We collapsed against each other, gasping for air in the cramped cab. I laid my cheek on his chest, listening to the frantic, heavy thud of his heart.
I never wanted this to end.
We were together. Perfect. One creature.
Usually, this was the part where I scrambled to find my clothes, eager to put my armor back on and get out before the awkwardness settled in. The post-hookup flight response was practically bred into me by now.
But I didn’t want to move an inch.
Carl wrapped his thick arms around my bare back, holding me securely against him.
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of my messy, sweaty hair, his chest relaxing with a deep, satisfied sigh. He stroked up and down my spine, a slow, soothing touch.
We stayed like that for a long time, letting our breathing finally slow down as the cicadas buzzed in the grass outside the truck. In some ways, holding him like this was even hotter than the sex had been.
Eventually, I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest to look up at him.
“Carl?” I asked, my voice shy in the quiet truck.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
The words were hard to get out. This was the moment when I found out if he just wanted a rodeo quickie like so many other men, or if that look in his eyes was true and he really wanted something more. Please let him want something more.
“I’m staying at the Blue Moon motel just down the highway,” I murmured, tracing a small circle in the hair on his chest. “Would you want to get out of this truck and come back there with me? There’s a little more space in the room.”
Carl grinned. “I’d follow you anywhere tonight, Sierra.”
“Does that mean we get to do this again?” I asked.
“Yeah. But ideally, on a bed. Truck sex is hard on an old man.”
I laughed. “You can’t be that old. Your chest hair is black.”
He grasped my hand in his and pressed it to his chest, his eyes fixed on mine, something deep and serious lingering inside them.
“Sierra, if you do that to me one more time, I promise I’m going to be forced to marry you and lock you up so you can’t get away.”
And just like that, I fell for the man.