26 - Sophie
26
Sophie
I stared after Sawyer as he left the room. There had been a look in his eyes that took my breath away. For a few seconds while our gazes were locked together, I could imagine our bodies locked together too, free of clothes and excuses and inhibition. That was a look which promised a night of eye-watering, toe-curling passion .
Realizing I was holding my breath, I exhaled. That man had climbed onto Whiplash Willie, quietly asserted his dominance, then walked away like he didn’t care.
I had never been more turned on in my life.
And that fact infuriated me.
“I guess I’m the low man on the totem pole tonight,” Johnny said behind me. When I turned around, he gave me a wry smirk. “Better luck next time, I guess. Enjoy your date with Elijah, Sky Eyes.”
Something twisted in my chest as he walked away. Every single cowboy I knew had brought their A-game tonight, and I couldn’t even go home with him.
“Now that we’re alone,” Eli said, leaning closer. “When do I get to take you out on that date?”
God, I was horny. It felt like my skin was vibrating with erotic energy. And Eli had looked impressive up on the mechanical bull, even if he was less skilled than Sawyer.
“I get off at two,” I found myself saying.
And hopefully getting off again by three , I thought to myself with a smile.
Eli smiled like he could read my mind. “Won’t be much of a date if we start that late.”
“Nope,” I agreed, pushing into his personal space, my arm brushing against his. “You’d probably have to take me straight home.”
It was rare for me to be that forward with a guy, practically begging him to have sex with me with little-to-no pretense. I wasn’t used to putting myself out there like that, especially not with someone I barely knew.
But something had changed inside me after sleeping with Johnny. I wasn’t holding myself back anymore because of failed relationships in the past. If I wanted to have fun, I was going to have fun .
Eli’s eyebrows slowly rose. “That’s a mighty tempting offer. But two o’clock is past my bedtime, darlin’. I’m practicing for the Steer Wrestling competition at seven. Got my slot reserved.”
I felt the energy drain out of me. “Really? After all that, you’re just going to leave?”
“Afraid so.” He leaned closer, our breath mingling. “Because when I take you home? I don’t plan on rushin’ things.” His eyes dragged down over my body like a caress, then came back up and settled on my lips. “For a woman like you, I intend to take. My. Time.”
He cupped my cheek with a calloused hand, leaning in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and waited for it, my body going tight like a wire. I needed it, needed any contact from him or Johnny or Sawyer. I was overflowing with sexual frustration.
But his lips barely brushed against mine. The tiniest friction, so quick it couldn’t really be called a kiss at all. It was a tease of a kiss. Hardly more than my imagination.
That smirk split his face, and he tipped his hat to me. “Sweet dreams, darlin’. I know mine will be.”
He strolled out of the bar.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I said.
Liz laughed at me when I returned to the bar. She had seen the entire thing from there—not just the ending with Eli, but everything with Johnny and Sawyer, too.
“I don’t know why you’re so unhappy,” she said. “You’ve got three extremely sexy cowboys vying for your feminine attention.”
“Are they?” I snapped at her. “Are they vying for my attention? Because I’ve got whatever the lady-equivalent of blue balls is.”
“Blue box!” Liz said while twirling a bottle of whiskey in her hand. “Did I just come up with that on the spot? I think I did. Hold on, I want to text Travis.”
“Thanks for being such a good friend,” I said sarcastically.
“No problem!”
My shift dragged on, made even slower by the annoying bachelorette party that kept ordering espresso martinis. I hated that the drink had become so popular in the past year, because it was a huge pain in the ass to make.
When I eventually did get home, I crawled under the covers, closed my eyes, and fantasized about the men. Johnny first, then Eli, and even Sawyer’s rugged face. I eventually made myself come, but I didn’t feel any more satisfied than I had before. It was like the pressure valve had been opened for a brief moment, leaving most of the energy sizzling inside of me.
I went to the gym alone the next day to work off some steam. Sawyer wasn’t there, and I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or disappointed.
When I got home, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer.
Me: I’m sending you the address to my apartment. If you can get here in the next hour, I’ll suck the life out of you through your cock.
I sent that to Johnny, not caring if the invitation sounded desperate or silly. I was beyond worrying about how I sounded—I had reached the level of pure, condensed need .
I took a shower, and when I got out I frowned at my phone. Johnny hadn’t responded. Maybe he was practicing for the Steer Wrestling competition today like Eli.
But then there was a heavy knock at my door. I wrapped my towel around my body and practically skipped to the door, grinning when I saw who was on the other side of the peep hole.
“I have to admit, I was surprised to see your text—” he began.
I pulled him into my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him and pushing him toward the couch. “Sit down. Now.”
His eyes flared wide as he did as he was told. “Yes ma’am.”
I fell to my knees in front of him, my fingers opening his jeans and finding his cock already hard inside. Without any preamble or foreplay, I wrapped my lips around his tip and began stroking him quickly.
Johnny leaned back on the couch and groaned. “God damn , Sky Eyes. Your lips feel amazing.”
His words urged me faster as I pleasured him with my mouth and tongue. I touched myself with my free hand while I worked, savoring the erotic act, grateful that this was finally happening after twelve hours of thinking about it. I did my best to suppress my gag reflex, pushing as far down on his hard length as I could, almost to the tuft of blond hair at his base. Johnny’s moans were music to my ears, a confirmation of my own sexual proficiency as a woman, something I desperately needed reinforcing since last night.
Within minutes, he was crying out and warning me that he was going to come, but I didn’t pull away. I wrapped my lips tighter around his tip, stroking him as fast as my wrist could move while my other hand rubbed a fire into my clit. And as soon as the first rope of his salty seed hit the back of my throat, my own ecstasy exploded like a bomb. Every squirt fueled my own orgasm as I cried out with the release I so desperately needed, my voice muffled around his cock, but Johnny’s cries of pleasure filled my apartment without impediment as I swallowed him down.
I made a show of smiling up at him, then licking my lips. Johnny’s blue eyes widened with surprise, like he couldn’t believe I had just done that to him.
But this was just the beginning.
I slid up his body, gave him a kiss with just a flicker of tongue, then whispered, “Now it’s my turn.” Before he could react, I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his face.
Johnny responded by wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling my drenched sex closer, closing his mouth around me without hesitation. He devoured me hungrily, somehow even more enthusiastic than I had been on my knees.
“You taste amazing,” he said, breath whispering across my core.
I leaned my knees onto the back of the couch while sitting on his face. Soon I was riding his mouth like it was a mechanical bull, grabbing a handful of his blond hair as I began to come. I bucked and arched my back, screaming as the powerful sensation made my entire body tremble.
I was a puddle of melted woman as he hefted my weight, allowing me to relax my legs. Then he lowered me into his lap and kissed me softly, giving me a taste of my own sexual scent. His lips were heady and addictive, like a shot of really good whiskey.
“My turn again,” Johnny whispered with a grin.
He repositioned me, pushing me onto my knees on the couch and standing behind me. His cock glided into my swollen lips from behind, every hard inch all at once, pulling another gasping cry from my throat. He reached forward and grabbed my shoulder with one hand, driving into me from behind, fast and hard. I arched my back to let him in deeper. He groaned happily like I had done the right thing, and now bottomed out inside of me with every hectic thrust.
It was quick, and sloppy, and driven more by raw desire than thought.
And it was exactly what I needed.
Neither of us lasted long, not at that out-of-control pace. Johnny’s fingers dug into my collarbone as he exploded inside me, pulses of pleasure that ignited my own shuddering climax.
We collapsed together on the couch, breathing too heavily for words for a while.