17 - Sophie
17
Sophie
Johnny grabbed me by the waist, whirled me to the side, and pushed me up against the trailer. It was the perfect amount of rough manhandling that I loved.
And then he kissed me.
My world crashed down around me, but I didn’t care. Johnny laid claim to every inch of my mouth, with deft flicks of his tongue that devastated me in the absolute best way. The way he surged forward, wedging me against the trailer, made me stop caring about my stupid rule about hooking up with cowboys. The only thing I cared about was that he never stop, that he kept grinding his lips against mine.
But then he did pull away from my mouth, keeping his forehead pressed against mine. His cowboy hat had been pushed back, but it covered us both in a little bit of shade from the harsh overhead lights of the rodeo camp.
“That,” he whispered in a deep rumble, “is how I was planning on kissing you at the end of tomorrow’s date.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Wow. I can’t wait, then.”
“So it’s the right kind of kiss?” he asked.
“It is,” I managed to grit out. “That’s the kind of kiss that leads to more.”
“Oh? More what?” Johnny asked, feigning ignorance.
“More of whatever you want.”
“I thought you don’t go out with cowboys,” he said with a smirk.
“You might be worth an exception to my rule.”
He raised a blond eyebrow. “ Might be?”
I gave him an evil smile. “Depends on how the rest of tomorrow’s date goes. Too bad we have to wait.”
“Yeah, too bad,” he said, smiling deeper.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Here’s the thing.” He showed me his watch. “It’s one minute past midnight.”
I blinked at him.
“It’s already tomorrow,” he said. “Which means…”
I was unable to stop myself from kissing him, my lips pulled to his like a supermagnet. His hands were all over my body, on my waist and hips and curling back behind to cup my ass, squeezing like I belonged to him. And in that perfect moment, I was his possession, unable to stop myself from whatever he wanted.
Because whatever his sultry intention was? It’s what I wanted, too.
Johnny slid a second hand underneath my ass, then lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. Our kiss continued as he carried me to the door, kicking it open with a toe and then bulling inside. I wanted to make a joke about Dusty, whether we would need to sexile him, but my brain wasn’t capable of turning the thought into words. Not while I was in this cowboy’s powerful arms.
I was vaguely aware of the trailer interior: a kitchenette by the entrance, a few chairs, and a bed in the back. But we never made it out of the kitchenette; Johnny deposited me onto the edge of the counter while his tongue continued exploring my mouth. My hips arched upward as he settled in between my legs, the weight of him feeling so freaking amazing that I couldn’t stop a moan from bubbling out of my lips. He responded with a deep groan of his own, a duet of fresh, new, exciting ecstasy.
I ran my hands over his body, exploring what I had only been allowed to observe with my eyes before now. I had been craving this, I now realized. And as good as it felt to kiss him in the trailer, it wasn’t sating the deeper need that was pulsating in the base of my stomach.
Johnny pushed into me, the stiffness in his jeans promising that there was so much more to come. I hooked my ankles around the small of his back and kissed him with every ounce of longing that had been building within me over the past few days since I handed him those fliers right outside this very trailer. As I squeezed my thighs, pulling him closer, he sucked my tongue into his mouth. Heat flushed my skin and made it impossible to think.
“You sure you want to break your rule?” he paused long enough to ask.
“What the hell do you think?” I shot back at him.
His grin was full of lust. “Glad you’re not letting one asshole cowboy ruin the bunch.”
I began unbuttoning his flannel shirt. “It was two bad experiences. I had a rebound fling with another cowboy after breaking up with my ex.”
“Third time’s a charm,” he said, untying the knot at the front of my own top and pulling it open, cool air hitting my breasts.
I ripped open his shirt, revealing the tapestry of muscles that was his chest. I ran my fingers down the bumps of his abs, tracing the sensual grooves leading down to his waist. He frisbee-tossed his cowboy hat across the room and shrugged out of the flannel button-down, bending low to brush his lips against mine again. Then he kissed his way to my cheek, down my jaw, and across my neck to my breast, squeezing one of them through my push-up bra, fingers pawing with need.
I began shimmying out of my shorts, and he took over, breaking contact long enough to pull them down my legs before crushing his mouth against my breast again, a hand flicking the clasp in the back until the bra came off. I gasped and arched my back as his tongue swirled around my nipple. My legs moved without thought, wrapping around Johnny’s and pulling him close again, hungry to feel every inch of his bare skin against mine.
Whatever remaining restraint inside me collapsed, leaving only the pure, limitless desire pinging between our bodies. Johnny’s hand left my breast for a moment, knocking cups and utensils off the counter as he opened a nearby drawer. I heard the wrinkle of a condom wrapper, music to my ears, proof that what I needed so desperately was tantalizingly close. I pulled apart his oversized belt buckle and unzipped his pants, reaching inside to grip the object of my desire. He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his hard length, clenching his eyes shut for a moment before his gaze collided with mine again.
“Been thinking about this for too goddamn long,” he crooned.
“You just met me three days ago,” I said.
“Like I said,” he replied with a grin. “Too goddamn long.”
The condom went on and he pulled my panties aside, both of us in too much of a hurry to bother taking them all the way off. I didn’t want to delay any longer, and he clearly felt the same way, guiding himself into me, rubbing his tip up and down against my already-drenched slit.
“Hurry,” I begged.
Johnny grinned, then crashed into me in one long stroke, unable to hold himself back. I cried out at the wonderful ecstasy of being filled after being so empty, and his blue eyes widened along with mine. He gasped, face twisting in what looked like pain.
“You okay?” I asked.
He leaned in, forehead against mine while he caught his breath. “I’ve never been more okay, Sky Eyes.”
Then his mouth was on mine again, fueling the fire that was already raging unbelievably hot within me. I wrapped my legs around him as he drove into me, long strokes that hinted at what he really wanted. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and traced the carved lines of his back muscles with my fingers, wishing I could memorize the way they felt while this gorgeous cowboy was deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips. “You’re so tight.”
“You’re so big ,” I breathed back at him.
My body was a roaring wildfire of desire now, and I slid a hand between my legs to stoke the flames higher. I was already close, I realized with surprise as he quickened his strokes. I reached out for his body with my other hand, fingers tightening on his shoulder, thumb pressing into the base of his neck. God, he had so much muscle everywhere I touched. He was real, more real than any other man I had ever been with.
This was how a man was supposed to feel.
My climax was rapidly approaching when he reached down and snatched my wrist, pulling my fingers away from my clit. I groaned impatiently, but then he grabbed my other wrist and pinned both of them together against the cabinet above my head. The fire was burning so hot within me, so damn close to the release I needed and was denied. Yet his hard length felt so good slamming into me, inch after stiff inch teasing every nerve ending inside my inner walls.
And then his free hand slid down, fingers taking over where mine had been stopped.
My mouth fell open and a long moan filled the trailer as he rubbed my clit. Every stroke of his cock synced up with one rotation of his fingertips, like he knew exactly what I wanted. The ecstasy was powerful, nearly forcing my eyes shut, but I managed to keep them open as he drilled me on the countertop. I was helpless beneath his grasp, arms held above my head while he circled my clit with his fingers. I wasn’t used to surrendering like this. To being totally, completely under the control of a man.
It unlocked something within me, deep and primal. The orgasm rose like a tidal wave, cresting for what felt like forever.
And then it crashed.
I cried out as ecstasy flooded my body, more intense than I ever thought was possible. Johnny’s eyes widened as he drank in the sight of my pleasure, fingers never slowing as my orgasm went on and on, fueled by the now fervent drive of his cock. The whole trailer was shaking, utensils rattling off the counter and plates clinking together in the cabinet, but all of my senses were focused on the beautiful portrait of a man who had me completely under his control, and the mindless drive of our bodies.
“Johnny!” his name slipped from my throat along with my cries.
His fingers tightened on my wrists, still holding my arms above my head. “So… Soph…” He couldn’t get my full name out, no matter how much he looked like he wanted to. His crystal blue eyes bore into me, our souls connecting for a few beautiful seconds while my ecstasy transformed into his. Johnny’s thrusts became frantic, erratic, driven by need more than conscious thought.
And then he came to pieces within me, cock shuddering with delicious release. I clamped my inner walls around him, wanting to make myself even tighter as he came. Every muscle in his body contracted at once: the biceps next to my face, the pecs and abs and those tendons in his neck going taut right before my eyes. I threw my legs around his body once more, pulling him in, holding him as close as I could while he spent himself.
“Jesus,” he said, chest heaving and sweat trickling down the side of his cheek. He finally released his grip on my wrists, relenting control back to me. “Sophie, I…”
“Me too,” I said, lacing my fingers into his blond hair and pulling him into a rough kiss. I felt like I had sprinted a mile.
When the kiss ended, I finally looked around the trailer. The space was small, but quaint. Dusty hadn’t needed to be sexiled; he was curled into a yellow ball on a dog bed on the floor, oblivious to the fierce lovemaking that had just occurred.
“He seems used to this,” I said with a smile. “You must do this often.”
Johnny’s chest rumbled with laughter. “I promise I’ve never done that before.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never had sex in front of Dusty?”
“I’ve done the act,” he replied. “But never like that.”
“Like what?”
He brushed his lips against mine. “That was crazy. Unrestrained. I’ve had sex in front of Dusty before, but all those times were like a trickle of water. This?” His hand slid down my waist and along my thigh. “This was a roaring waterfall. Niagara Goddamn Falls.”
“I am indeed as wet as can be,” I said with a grin. “God, that was exactly what I needed tonight.”
Johnny’s smile returned, tinged with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Don’t talk about it in the past tense.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” he replied, “I’m not done with you yet.”