Chapter Five
Andie
Something’s changed.
With Demon.
Well—I mean obviously a whole heck of a lot of things have changed with Demon.
He can see me, hear me, feel me, just as surely as the sun rises in the East and sets in the West.
But if the way he’s pushing his muzzle against my waist right now is any indication, rocking gently and angling himself down along my hip, dragging that nose of his lower and lower, snuffing and snorting like a hog on the hunt for truffles…
I think he can smell me.
I think he can smell that these panties of mine are so darn wet they’re threatening to soak clear through my shorts, think he knows that I’ve been fighting real hard against all sorts of absurdly inappropriate urges since we started playing our little guessing game here tonight, and what’s more…
I don’t think I mind it.
Not one little bit.
Crazy to admit to myself, honestly, because we are talking about a mechanical bull here. I know he’s more than that deep down—even though I don’t know exactly what he is. Thinking too hard on it makes my brain go all fuzzy, but I feel real drawn to whoever’s trapped in there, all the same.
That don’t change the fact that he’s inside this old bull, though.
Or that I’m wet for him right here, right now, in the middle of Sam Hill’s Saloon.
Or that I’m feeling pretty darn close to climbing up on his back and rolling my hips against that rough red hide of his, letting him buck me until I see stars.
What… what am I thinking?
I’m at work—on the clock—and though I’m pretty sure I cut the CCTV feed like Old Sam showed me and the cameras aren’t rolling… what if they are? Or what if Hank or Dex or Lila forgot something? If they come on back and find me getting myself off in the middle of the darn saloon?!
I shake myself, trying to get control of my thoughts.
I shouldn’t be planning out the particulars of a potential orgasm on the back of this bull, I should be doing… well, something. Something proactive, productive, like trying to figure out exactly how I can go about getting Demon out of there now that I know he’s in there.
But then that nose of his finds its quarry at long last, pressing right up underneath my belly and nuzzling between my thighs, huffing against me, huffing…
huffing hot, and I can’t think about much of anything other than the feel of that warm breath or his big golden nose ring rubbing through my jeans.
It ain’t just his breath that’s hot, though.
His whole body is burning up, getting hotter by the minute, and that heat is seeping right into me, licking up my spine and curling my toes, making my clit pulse and throb.
This is all absolutely nuts, and yet…
I’m moaning.
I’m moaning as this old mechanical bull presses his nose against my pussy through my cutoffs, a deep grumble vibrating through his big body, vibrating through me.
My eyes flutter shut, lashes tickling my cheeks, because Demon is rubbing against me just right, and I can’t help but imagine what it’d be like if this old bull could… could taste me, too.
Can you imagine?
Can you imagine if that hot breath of his was kept company by an even hotter tongue, if something big and rough and wet were to lick across my bare thighs before dragging a long, flat stripe up the center of these denim cutoffs I got on?
It’s sinful and strange, but… I can.
I can, and I am.
“Oh—oh yes,” I breathe, opening my eyes to watch the way his body rolls as he rubs his nose against me, shifting my knees and spreading them apart a little to give him better access.
I don’t know how something so wrong can feel so right…
but it does. All those prior reservations I had about getting off in the middle of this bar are now blissfully absent from my mind.
I’m completely entranced by the feel of him, by that hard muzzle of his rubbing against the now soaked denim of my shorts, by this…
this heat I can still feel rolling through him, radiating right into me.
Before I know it, I’ve got my fingers wrapped around his golden horns, hips canting in time with his rhythm, rocking against his face.
“This feels so… so good. You know I—oh, yes, just like that, just—” I swallow a moan, head dropping back onto my shoulders as I lose myself in the motion, soaking up all that delicious friction and chasing the pleasure I got building up inside me.
“I—I wish I knew how to make you feel this good, too, wish I—”
Words fail me as my breath catches in my throat, overwhelmed by the intensity of my fast approaching peak.
Demon huffs and growls as my hips begin to roll a little faster, a deep, primal need taking over all my other thoughts because it’s there, right there, that pleasure I’ve been chasing, that release I want so bad, so close, so very, very close…
Oh God, this is it.
A bit more of this and I’m gonna come all over this mechanical bull’s face.
But right as I’m about to see stars, right as my thighs get all quivery and a low, throaty moan bubbles up in my throat… he stops up short, tripping up my rhythm and pulling me back from the edge.
That moan of mine turns into a shout, all strangled and shrieky, and I’d be madder than a box of frogs if I weren’t still so desperate to tip over that edge, to get him moving again so I can come.
“No,” I whimper, hips slowing and then stopping completely as I sag forward, collapsing against his head and breathing hard. “Please, don’t stop. I’m so close, and I just nee—”
Demon bucks up fast and hard—real hard—and it’s so darn sudden and unexpected that I pitch forward, flying over his horns with a strangled yelp and landing belly down on his back.
“Oof!”
I’m stunned silent for a long moment, a moment where my lips start to tremble and tears spring up into the corners of my eyes, a moment where I can’t help but feel all hot and huffy even if I am still horned up beyond belief.
He didn’t hurt me or nothing—well, maybe my pride a touch—but now there’s all this pent-up tension inside me, all this frustration at being so close to the best darn orgasm of my life, at having it snatched out from under me before getting thrown up onto this bull like a sack of sweet corn.
“You know what?” I shriek, bracing my hands on his back and pushing myself up, feeling a little like I’ve earned the right to be ornery. “I would’ve climbed up here my darn self if you’d’ve asked—well, okay you can’t ask, but you could’ve done something! Could’ve—oh!”
Instinct kicks in from all my years riding horses, thank goodness, because the way he starts to move makes one thing perfectly clear:
Demon really wants me to ride him.
Now I’m no stranger to keeping a saddle, farm girl like me, but this bull don’t have a saddle to speak of, and I’m straddling him backwards, looking down on his rump, not his crest.
“Talk about reverse cowgirl,” I mutter, squeezing my thighs around his middle and grabbing at the only thing I can—his long tail. Demon lets out a surprised snort as I grip it around the base and give it a good tug, feeling a bit bold. “That how you like it, baby?”
The low grumble of pleasure that follows makes me smile and bite my lip because I love that he likes me grabbing him and getting all sassy, love that he might just be able to get the same kind of pleasure I’m aiming to get out of this after years of being trapped and used.
I brace a hand behind my back for added balance as he turns it up a notch, taking a deep breath as he starts to buck.
Because this bull?
This bull can buck.
It’s hard to keep my head wrapped around doing everything the opposite I typically would—leaning back when he tilts back, leaning forward when his head goes down—but Demon gets us going with a steady, rocking rhythm that lets my hips roll at an easy pace, lets me get the feel for what I gotta do to stay on top of him and keep up.
Folks always assume big girls like me can’t ride these things, that being heavy is the same as being weak, but I’m not just squishy—I’m strong, and beneath these curves is a core that don’t quit.
“This all you got for me, Demon?” I breathe, feeling drunk and dizzy on the pleasure building up inside me as he spins and bucks, keeping my grip on that tail; I’m still feeling a little ornery from being denied so unexpectedly earlier, so I give it a playful little tug.
“Cause I think you can buck me harder than that, big fella.”
He huffs and snorts a few times, and if I didn’t know any better… I’d say this bull was laughing. I throw an arm in the air and start to laugh along with him, unable to help myself, feeling light and alive and loving every minute of the absolute wildest ride of my life.
Demon goes hard after that, bucking and jerking, using his full range of motion, and I forget how to breathe as I brace my hand behind me again, forget about anything that ain’t my wet pussy bouncing and rocking against his rough back.
He’s still not bucking hard enough to throw me, not spinning so fast that the bar is blurring all around me, but he ain’t rocking me like a baby anymore, either.
Slow and steady enough to give me some control but wild enough to keep me on my toes. Rough enough to send a shock through my core again and again, little jolts of electric fire that spark against my clit every time he jerks, bouncing me on his back, full breasts bouncing along with me.
I’m close again, so close, and I think he knows it. Think he knows that every little jerk is making me land right smack down on my pussy, bumping my clit against his heat, clapping my ass against his hide.
“Lord, this is… this is better than I… this… thought you… oh God, I’m gonna come, oh—oh, Demonnn…”
The hand behind me slips and I fall forward, gripping onto his tail with both hands as I lay across his back, squeezing my shaking thighs on his sides and locking my ankles against him while my eyes roll back, those little stars bursting as he jerks hard and fast and I come apart, shattering in the saddle, tipped blissfully over the edge at long last.
A strange sort of lowing sound rumbles through my bull as I shiver and moan on top of him, different from any of the noises I’ve heard him make before. I’m floating down from a cloud, trying to catch my breath, trying to catch a breath what with the thick, muggy air all around us, when I realize…
There’s something happening with him. Something magical, something to do with this heat I can’t get away from, coming off of him in waves now.
And his markings…
They’re glowing, brighter than ever, sizzling against my bare thighs, so hot they almost hurt. The heat flowing through me is like nothing else, sweat running down the back of my knees, snaking along my calves and rolling down into my boots…
It’s all I can do to stay on his back as the whole of him starts to shake violently.
The vibrations rocking his big barrel body rock right through me too, and I squeeze my eyes shut as another orgasm wracks through me from the force of it, ripping a loud, keening wail from my throat as my toes curl in my boots.
Demon’s shaking so hard I’m worried he’s about to break apart, and then… well, then he does.
Sorta.
That old mechanical bull disappears right underneath me.
I drop from midair, landing hard on all fours, knees and palms smacking painfully against the cushioned floor.
“Ouch!” I cry, getting up onto my knees and clutching my aching hands to my chest, gawping down at the empty space around me in shock. “Where did…”
I trail off, mouth running dry and brain going all fuzzy, because there’s something in front of me that defies all reason.
No, not something.
Someone.
Someone big and strong and buck naked, hotter than all get out.
Someone with hooves instead of feet, black hooves that look sharp and sturdy and so very strange to my eyes.
Someone with thick thighs and well-muscled arms, with strong shoulders and hands as big as my face.
Someone with the biggest, strangest gosh darn cock I’ve ever seen, thickly veined and girthy as all heck, the impossibly hard length of it crowned with a flat, wide tip, covered in dark red skin, same as the fat, firm testicles resting high and tight against his thighs.
Someone covered in crimson fur from head to toe, someone with golden horns and a golden ring in his wet black nose, someone with familiar amber eyes that make me feel all melty inside.
This… this here is a bull-man standing here in front of me.
And there’s no question in my mind that this bull-man is…
“D-Demon?” I stammer, scrambling to my feet on unsteady legs, chest rising and falling with the force of my breaths.
Demon takes a step toward me, those familiar amber eyes shining.
“Hello, angel.”