35. Piper
Piper
“ J ust act casual,” Clay growled under his breath, his lips against my ear as he guided me toward the back wall of the bar.
My heart pounded with excitement as Clay and I slowly shuffled along with the music toward the two doors in the back right corner. A picture of her majesty Dolly Parton was plastered directly beside a tin cutout of the letter W.
Directly across from it was a similar setup but with John Wayne pictured beside a rusty riveted M.
Wordlessly, Clay navigated us to the edge of the cowboy-covered divider and dipped back behind the wooden panel to give the bathroom door a nudge and a look inside.
“Git over here.” He grinned devilishly, reaching out and grabbing my wrist, pulling me into the bathroom before throwing the latch on the door.
Of course the ladies room required a few stalls, even in a small town, but the gents of Sweetwater Springs could put up with a single.
The walls were covered in old photos of cowboys from Sweetwater Springs and the silver screen, the metal rails and plain white porcelain sink the only unthemed items.
“Couldn’t wait till we got home,” Clay rumbled, pulling my body against his, his cock hard through his jeans. “Had to have you right here—put my scent all over you so everyone in this goddamn place knows you’re mine .” He lifted me off the toes of my blond leather cowgirl boots.
“I could smell that sweet honeysuckle between your thighs, and all I could think of was how fast I could get my knot inside you,” he rasped against the side of my neck as his fingers made their way beneath the hem of my dress.
“All this big talk,” I huffed, my arms still draped over his neck and shoulders as his tongue swept across the teeth marks he’d left on the side of my throat, his hands still working beneath my dress to get ahold of my panties. “Better get to work, Mister Blackwood.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, duchess.” Clay grinned smugly, taking one strand of my bikini underwear in both of his rancher’s hands and shredding it in a single, sharp yank.
“I’m all over it.” He winked at me and just as quickly tore the other side to shreds, pulling the wad of baby blue fabric from beneath my dress.
“Sweet as a summer night,” he growled, low and husky, as he brought the bunched baby-blue cotton to his nose for a moment before he jammed my shredded panties into his back pocket.
Our mouths crashed together as one of his hands dropped to the large silver belt buckle, freeing his massive pierced cock, swollen knot gently pulsing.
I felt his cockhead against me only for a second before he pushed inside of me, the barbells of his Jacob’s ladder stroking me from within again as he pushed deeper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot inside.” Clay sank inside me up to the knot, his strength balancing me on the edge of the porcelain sink. His hands clamped in the hinges of my spread knees as he began to fuck me in earnest.
“I’m going to stretch that perfect pink pussy with my knot, pump you full of my cum, and watch you walk through that crowded bar trying to keep me from dripping down those beautiful tanned legs on your way to the exit.”
I couldn’t help but whimper at his dirty words, his cock pistoning in and out of me, his Jacob’s ladder strumming me like a guitar as his knot tried to make its way inside.
“If you’re a good girl and keep some inside, I’ll clean it up myself in the back of the truck before we go.” He ran the point of his tongue around my parted lips, in case I hadn’t quite grasped his meaning.
I did understand, though, and my pussy clenched around his hot, hard cock inside me as I stifled a moan at the thought of him licking my pussy clean.
“Clay, please,” I gasped, his knot straining at my tight slit as he pounded me.
“Here we go, duchess—come on my fat knot like a good girl,” he crooned, cupping my ass cheeks and lifting me fully off of the edge of the sink, slamming into me before his knot drove home, pulsing and throbbing inside me.
Clay covered my mouth with his to keep us both from crying out, his cum filling me up as his body jerked against mine.
Locked together, we spent a few moments catching our breaths, tenderly licking and sucking at one another’s bonding bites before doing our best to de-escalate our arousal.
When his knot went down enough for us to separate, he helped me down from the edge of the sink. He fluffed my skirt as I pulled it back down, doing my best to keep my pelvic muscles clenched, keeping the flow of slick and Clayton’s cum from making a mess of me until we got to the truck.
He unlatched the door and took a quick peek outside—luckily for us, the coast was clear.
“All right, duchess, you walk that sweet ass right up to the front door, and I’ll be along in two shakes,” he assured me with a peck on the lips and quick squeeze of my ass before he ushered me out the door.
I did my best to scoot out around the wooden divider without being noticed, but a man nearly at the bottom of his longneck gave me a knowing wink and a small nod before his nostrils flared, his eyes taking on an unfocused, hungry look.
Shit .
A hot blush flooded my cheeks as I glued my eyes to the floor, careful not to make any more eye contact as I did my best to step lightly toward the door. My motions were still somewhat stifled by my concentrated efforts to keep Clay’s cum and my slick from soaking me during my retreat.
“Hey there, missy!” I heard a strange voice call from close behind me, but I didn’t turn to face it.
“Mmmm, you smell sweet, girl!” A man on the fringe of the dance floor leered as he reached for me, his hand grasping only air as I darted away from him, struggling to get to the door.
Almost there, just take a deep breath and focus. Clay can’t be that far behind you. Before you know it, you’re going to be back at the ranch in your bed and sleeping like a rock after all this excitement tonight , I assured myself, wobbling slightly as I reached for the door
“Where you going, sugar?” A wall of a man was in front of me before I could avoid him, beer on his breath and a gleam of cruelty in his eyes.
I managed to stop myself just short of crashing into him, but in doing so, I lost control of the iron grip of my pelvic floor, and slick and cum began to run down the insides of my thighs.
“Whoa, there!” the voice echoed from behind me, the man with his nearly empty beer crossing into my field of vision. His nose was high in the air as he caught my scent laced with sex as it rose around us like a cloud.
Panic froze me as I stood, trembling in my cowgirl boots, Clay’s cum dripping from my pussy as the alphas of the line-dancing bar began to circle me like hungry vultures.
“Stand back!” Clay’s voice boomed over the sound of steel guitars and fiddles through the speakers.
I blinked back the tears stinging at the corners of my eyes as Clay’s white felt hat bobbed above the crowd on his way to me, carving a path through the other brutes.
“I said back the fuck up!” he barked loudly, breaking through the line of drooling barflies behind me.
“Hold on, duchess,” he soothed, leaning down to scoop me up into his arms, sweeping me off of my feet and into the air in a single fluid motion.
“Go on, git! ” he barked again at the men, allowing only a split second for him to clear the way before he raised up one boot and kicked the door nearly off of its swinging hinges, carrying me out into the night and our getaway truck as we both laughed wildly.