Chapter 6 #2
“I’m allowed to live vicariously through my sister.
No rules are preventing me from knowing about your sex life.
” She gave me a playful shove out of our booth, leaving me to stumble forward onto the edge of the packed dance floor.
“Now get your ass moving before I change my mind and commit explicit acts of my own tonight.” A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she gave up her free sample of eye candy for the evening. “Fuck me, he’s fine…”
“Then let’s hope he doesn’t disappoint,” I sang over my shoulder as I adjusted my tits in my bra and made my way toward the bar with a strut that conveyed exactly what I was in that moment—a maneater enticing her prey.
The closer I got to my target, the more at ease I became. I was playing the Cinderella card this evening, which meant that even if he rejected my advances, my dignity would remain intact come morning. No harm, no foul.
My flirtatious routine worked in steps, because every sex-starved girl is entitled to a little fun; to play with her food before devouring it whole. And I preferred men who didn’t buckle easily under pressure.
“I’ll take a vodka cranberry.” Step one, casting the lure.
“A bit forward, aren’t we? Assuming a man would buy a pretty girl like you a drink without a second thought?” A player, and his voice was just as I’d imagined. Rough and sensual. It didn’t even phase me that he called me out on my shit, not when he sounded like that.
“Uh, no actually...” I pressed my lips together, playing coy and hiding the cheeky grin as our eyes met, his a stunning hazel.
“I was asking the bartender behind you, but now that you mention it, does that mean you’re offering?
” Step two, taking the bait. And this is where he’ll reel me in for more, or I’ll lose interest and ask my sister for a new assignment.
“I could offer you a lot more than a simple cocktail, darlin’, and I reckon I’ve got exactly what you’re fishin’ for.
” This man’s smile was devastatingly handsome.
He’d captured my interest from a distance, but up close…
I could see his facial features from under the rim of his hat, and they were even better than I’d expected.
All I needed now was to see what other surprises he was hiding in the shadows, and his jeans.
“Oh, really? I love a man who knows what a girl wants. Keep talkin’, Cowboy. I’m all ears.” Breathy, lustful, dripping sin and radiating smug confidence. Screw step three, we’re going straight to step four, making the catch. And he sure as fuck would be one for the record books.
I swiped the hat from his head and placed it on mine with a teasing smirk, bedroom eyes telling him just how ready I was; an extended invitation.
The lights caught and highlighted the caramel streaks running throughout his chocolate-brown hair.
He couldn’t be this easy; they were never this easy. Men like him—attractive, desirable, fucking gorgeous—made a girl work for their reward, just as we did to them.
The cowboy leaned in, his smooth lips brushing the shell of my ear; a warm breath cascading down the side of my neck with every word.
“Well, for starters, we can continue to stand here, going back and forth with this cute verbal foreplay of yours, or you can come with me, and I’ll show you something words can’t even begin to describe; just your moans and whatever other sounds those pretty lips are capable of making. ” Lord, have mercy on me.
What would be the appropriate response to that? Because the first thing that came to mind was twisting the collar of his soft cotton shirt in my fist and dragging him across the bar to the nearest restroom, not giving a damn if it was the men’s or women’s.
Which was precisely what I did—
I shoved my six-one catch into the furthest stall, driving his back against the wall while my mouth crashed onto his, a moan vibrating in my throat at the first taste. Smokey with a hint of citrus. Call me old-fashioned.
His lips parted with ease, and our tongues tangled as his large hands glided down my sides to grip my ass with a firm squeeze. He unleashed a primal growl as he flipped our positions, never letting go, only adjusting his hold to lift my leg while he pressed my back harder into the wall.
Here I thought I was hungry, but this man devoured me as if he were starved.
My thigh was draped over his hip, skirt now hiked up to my waist, exposing everything. He then dragged his palm along my skin before curling it under, fingertips toying with the fabric of my thong, which had already turned damp with arousal.
“Help yourself, Cowboy. Take me as you please.” I spoke lustfully against his lips, giving him consent to do with me as he wished, to take me on one hell of a ride. I knew what I wanted, and he sure as fuck did too.
The tip of a finger slipped into me, and I sank myself onto it, begging for more. The breath that fled my chest was out of pure ecstasy as he added a second, and I rocked myself in his palm; overcome with desperation to be stretched and fucked and dripping unapologetically down his knuckles.
“You sure you don’t wanna slow down just a tad, darlin’?
I don’t think you’re quite ready for me.
” His words were gasps between broken kisses, tender lips dragging down the side of my neck as I tilted my head to expose myself; the sharp sting of teeth sinking into skin in combination with his fingers teasing my cunt and clit set my body on fire.
My hands frantically tugged at his jeans and belt between exaggerated waves of pleasure, the ability to focus on freeing his length entirely lost.
I couldn’t think, could barely form words outside of the one thing I wanted more than his hands, lips, and teeth. I craved his cock, and I needed it to fuck me into a state of rapture that bled through all planes of existence.
There was heat. There was chemistry. And then… There was this.
I don’t know where this cowboy came from, or where he’d been hiding.
But fuck me…
He had perfect goddamn timing.