18 - Sophie
18
Sophie
Johnny stepped back, forcing me to unclench my legs from around his waist. I sighed with sadness as he slid out of me, hating the empty, hollow feeling that remained. But then he crouched down, grabbing my thighs with both hands and spreading me wide.
“Ohhh,” I moaned as he buried his face in my pussy. I grabbed a handful of his hair, squeezing and holding him against me.
“You’re fucking soaked ,” he growled into me.
“That’s your fault,” I managed to get out. His tongue was sliding up and down my slit, like he was trying to devour me for dessert. “You’re doing things out of order, you know. Eating me out after fucking me.”
He paused long enough to smile up at me from between my thighs. “I couldn’t delay earlier. I needed to be inside you. But now?” The smile deepened. “Now I can take my time and treat you properly.”
Johnny returned to his task, tongue gliding across my clit before returning to my swollen pussy lips. I sighed and luxuriated in the way he ate me out. Some men treated it like a chore, a hurdle to overcome before actual sex. But the way Johnny’s mouth was moving against my sex? It was like this was the best part of his day, the thing he had been waiting for all along.
I gripped the edge of the counter with both hands, squeezing tighter as he added two fingers into my pussy. He corkscrewed them inside while his tongue moved up to focus on my clit, flicking up and down and occasionally swirling in a tight circle before rolling back and forth again. I was already turned on, my body completely melted from the sex, but his skill was undeniable. Once again I found myself surrendering to his sensual touch, pushing my hips up into his mouth while his fingers did their work.
“Just like that,” I moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes ma’am,” he murmured into me, adding a little extra country drawl into his voice.
The pool of warmth at the base of my stomach rapidly spread, filling my body once again until I was crying out in the trailer as loudly as before. Johnny wrapped one strong arm around my thigh while the fingers of his other hand curled up inside me, hitting my G-spot while his lips sucked on my clit. I laced my fingers through his hair and held him against my skin, my eyes clamping shut as the whole world vibrated and hummed into nothingness.
When I was finally able to open my eyes again, he was smiling up at me. He planted a final kiss onto my pussy lips, then licked a trail up my belly and around one of my nipples. It was too intense so soon after the orgasm, sending jolts of electricity up my spine.
“Sorry,” he said. “Couldn’t resist.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t you dare apologize for anything you just did to me. I’d give you a medal if I had one.”
He cupped the back of my neck and kissed my collarbone. “That’d be better than any rodeo medal. But there’s a different prize I want.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “What could you possibly want now?”
His smile was cutting.
I yelped as he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carried me five feet, and lowered me to the bed. His cock was still as hard as could be, the tip of the condom filled with his milky seed.
“This is what I want now.”
My blond cowboy guided his cock back into my pussy, and it was like it had never left. That indescribable sensation of being filled returned, like I had been empty all day and was only now whole again. Both of us sighed at the rejoining, his hips moving slower and more passionately than the first time.
“Told you I wasn’t done with you yet,” he purred down at me.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
He bent low, lips connecting with mine with a familiarity like we had been lovers for years rather than minutes. One calloused hand slid to my ass, warm between me and the bedsheet as he squeezed possessively.
White-hot need streaked through me like the crack of a cattleman’s whip as he propelled his hips into me, sensual rather than desperate the way we were on the counter. Different, yet every bit as marvelous. Pleasure spiraled between us as he rolled his body against mine, his chest flat against my breasts, a blanket of warm muscle protecting me from the outside cold. Surrounded by his strong body, hard and tan and infinitely kissable, I felt safe in a way that had escaped me for longer than I could remember.
He shifted his hips, adjusting his angle, and I cried out at the new pleasures of his hard length sliding into me. Johnny began a deep, slow rhythm that was an exercise in self-control; I could sense how much he wanted to fuck me hard like before, to surrender to the intense pleasure and let his body take over. I threw an arm around him and kissed him more deeply than before. Every thrust, every time his stiff length returned to fill me, was better than the last.
I could have closed my eyes and savored every second of it.
But I had other ideas.
“Come here,” I said, pulling him in close for another kiss. Our tongues swirled together, lowering his defenses, and then I moved quickly, rolling him sideways until he was on his back on the bed. I spun along with him, keeping him inside me until I was on top.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” I said, arching my back and riding him.
Johnny smiled in surprise, palms gliding up my thighs, over my ass, and finally settling on my waist. “I thought I was the cowboy.”
“You ride for business,” I said, rolling my hips, forcing myself to go slowly. “I ride for pleasure . See the difference?”
He let out a noise deep within his throat. “I do.”
Sweat coated his brow as he relaxed into the sheets, allowing me to take over. I kept my knees on the bed for a little while, only moving up and down an inch, maybe two. Savoring it. Dragging it out.
“You feel better than I ever could have imagined,” he gritted out.
I let my head roll back as I rode him faster. “Yeah?”
I felt his hands slide up to my breasts, cupping both at the same time. “Nobody’s imagination is that good.” His fingers pinched, sending a tiny bit of pain—and even more pleasure—shooting through my chest.
I rose up higher, allowing myself to sink down onto him deeper than before. “Glad. I’m. Living. Up. To. Your. Expectation,” I said in time with my movements. I drifted a hand down between my legs, and this time Johnny didn’t stop me and take over. As soon as my fingertip touched my most sensitive place, I felt the tidal wave rising again, even quicker than before. I raised up higher, faster, letting go at the top and impaling myself on his hard cock over and over as I rubbed myself toward yet another shuddering climax.
Johnny’s hands returned to my waist, guiding my movements.
Suddenly, there were voices right outside the trailer. I froze in mid-ride, just the tip of Johnny still remaining inside me as we stared at each other, listening in the night.
It was a pair of cowboys walking down the row in the rodeo camp. Laughing and saying something about a horse.
“Shh,” I said, pressing a finger to his lips.
His mouth curled in a smile, and then he began moving his own hips. Thrusting up into me from underneath. I gave him a look with my eyes, and his smile deepened—but he didn’t stop fucking me.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit even faster as the voices outside drew closer. They were right outside the trailer now, deep laughs and heavy footsteps.
Johnny’s hands tightened around my waist, gripping me possessively. Even though I was on top, he was in control again, a note of mischief sparkling in his eyes.
I drew a breath, and a moan escaped my lips when I exhaled. I tried to stay silent, to keep our torrid midnight rendezvous a secret, but every thrust from Johnny was pushing me toward the edge of a cliff that was as inevitable as a sunrise.
It was his turn to say, “Shh,” to me, but he said it with a smile.
“I can’t,” I whispered, trying to delay the climax until the men had passed. So I could let go and really scream. “Slow down.”
He swung his head side to side. “No.”
God, why was that so hot? Denying what I asked? Because I really didn’t want him to stop, I was going to die if he so much as slowed down for even a single quivering thrust. I channeled every ounce of willpower I had, attempting to delay my release, something I had never done before. Usually I was closing my eyes and concentrating in order to come, not stopping myself from it!
But that only intensified the white-hot bliss that was on the verge of erupting within me.
I gasped, and pleaded with my eyes at Johnny, but his thrusts didn’t slow. He drove even faster, slamming his cock up into me while I hovered above him, held in place by his hands.
And then it was there, an atomic bomb of pleasure expanding in all directions. A single scream escaped my lips, and Johnny removed a hand from my waist and clamped it over my mouth just in time to muffle it. Only then did I surrender, screaming into his warm palm with every ounce of energy I possessed. My body shattered into a trillion sensitive pieces, hips buckling underneath me with sexual release. I expelled every bit of breath from my lungs in an endless scream, silenced by his strong palm. It felt like I was being drowned by the pleasure, wave after wave of it crashing into me, tumbling me in Johnny’s surf.
He let go of my mouth, and I gasped in another breath, expelling it again in another long scream of ecstasy that echoed throughout the trailer. I took control again, slamming my ass down onto him so hard the bed creaked. I rolled on top of him, mindless movements, unable to do anything but what felt so good in that perfect moment.
As my voice dimmed, I realized Johnny was crying out along with me, his beautiful face twisted with a pleasure so razor-sharp it was indistinguishable from pain.
“Sophie!” was the last word that escaped his lips.
Then he grabbed my neck and pulled me down to his mouth, tongue pulsing with pleasure. He bottomed out inside of me as I drove my hips downward, like I was trying to force him through the bed. I felt him quiver with release inside me, and I clamped down on him as tightly as I could while bucking and thrusting with the last bit of energy my body could give.
I collapsed on top of him, the two of us melting together, too spent for words.