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He hesitates only for a moment before he flips his baseball cap backward and crashes his mouth into mine.
“Well, what are you waiting for, baby?” His gaze jumps, meeting mine as I smirk. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”
Chest heaving, he reaches up to grab a paper towel. Presumably to wipe the mess off his hand, but before he can, I lean down, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and bringing the cum-covered fist up to my mouth. He watches with wide eyes as I drag the flat of my tongue along his hand, gathering his release and cleaning him off.
“Oh, we’ve met.” I kindly leave out the part where my dick has already been fantastically acquainted with his tonsils.
It’s a tiny facility filled with sweaty, grunting cowboys. A queer man’s dream.
“I think you know what I mean.” My tongue dips out, licking along the seam of his lips. “But it’s cute how you play coy. This innocent cowboy rouse works for me, you know.”
“Man, it’s going to be so fun taking that title from you this year.” “And I’ll enjoy kicking your tight, sweet ass.” Reaching around, I grab a handful of it before adding, “But don’t worry, I’ll kiss your wounds and tend to your bruised ego afterward. Show what it’s like to be with a real cowboy.”
“You didn’t seem to find me so ugly when you were on your knees for me, begging for my cock, now did you, Addams?”
“God, you’re so full of yourself.” “I can be full of something else, if you’d prefer.”
With his dumb curly brown hair that never seems to sit right that I definitely don’t ever fantasize about threading my fingers through. His annoyingly gorgeous honey-colored eyes. His dimples that definitely don’t make my stomach flutter when he smiles with how deep they are. The idiotic way he always has a handkerchief in his pocket, like he’s a seventy-year-old man. It’s not endearing or cute or sweet. It’s obnoxious.
“Well, what were you expecting?” “I don’t know, maybe that he was a dick to you. Not that he was giving his dick to you.”
Me: Just wanted to tell you how much I thoroughly enjoyed sucking your dick last night. *wink emoji* Sterling: That’s it? You went through all that trouble to get my phone number to tell me THAT?
But behind closed doors, where the clothes come off, he’s shy. Timid. And fuck if that doesn’t just rev my engine right up. Makes him seem so sweet and corruptible.
“Can’t wait to turn you around, spread you open for me, and slide my big, thick cock into that tight ass of yours. Hear those sweet little moans you make as I stretch you.”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll never be able to forget me.”
Shooter kisses like he rides—rough, dominant, and with his whole body. He owns me with this kiss. And he knows it.
He’s always there, dead center. Where’s Sterling? What’s Sterling doing? Did Sterling like that song I put on? How can I get my mouth on Sterling again? What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?
“Well, in that case…” Taking a step forward, forcing him closer to the wall, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, the other still gripping his hip. “Shut the fuck up, Addams, and take this dick like a good boy.”
“Fuck, I wish you could see how fucking good you look taking my cock,” I rasp. “The way this pretty pink hole stretches to take every last inch.”
“Let me hear you. Don’t hold back. Let everyone in this fucking campground hear how filthy you are—getting railed in a public bathroom. You're not worried about being quiet this time, are you, dirty boy?”
No hat tonight, but he’s got a thin gold chain dangling from around his neck that automatically puts images in my mind’s eye that I’d really rather not think about, like how it’d look hanging there if he were on top of me while he fucked me again.
The gold chain PLS
“You think you can kiss me like that, and then tell me you don’t think about me?” he asks against my lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth, pulling a soft moan from me at the same time.
Now I’m fantasizing about things I definitely shouldn’t be fantasizing about… like him bending me over one of them chutes in nothing but those chaps. Feeling the blunt tips of his fingernails biting into the flesh on my hips as he plunders into me, teeth bared, animalistic groans rumbling from his chest.
I’ve been a fucking dick to him all week over my scores, and this huge part of me has wanted to crawl into bed with him, and have him make me feel better.
“I want all of your sweat, your flavor, your everything. I want my senses drowning in you. The more seasoned, the better.”
“Fuck, dirty boy, you’re killing me here. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is? To know my hands are the only hands to ever roam this tight fucking body of yours? To know my dick is the only one to ever drag across your tongue? To come down your throat? To be inside of you in every single fucking way?”
“Missed this beautiful fucking cock, and the way it weeps for me, the way it stands tall and proud for me.”
“I’m going to worship your body tonight, baby. Show you what you do to me. Show you just how much I missed you.”
Never, ever feel like you can’t be open about that with me. I want to know it all. I want to be there for you. Cheer you on.”
Looking in the mirror, I don’t know whether I want to laugh or call the whole thing off, standing here in nothing more than my cowboy hat, chaps, a jockstrap, and my boots, I look somehow both ridiculous and… sexy at the same time. I don’t know how that’s possible. Regardless of what I think, though, I know Shooter is going to lose his mind.
My toxic trait is wanting a hot cowboy and then remembering he will probably make me listen to country music…no
Grabbing the hat off the top of my head, I place it atop his, and say in my deepest, sexiest voice, “Hey there, cowboy. Heard you need a ride.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I admit hoarsely. “You’re my lucky cowboy hat, my early morning sunrise, my even thinking, and my deep breaths when my mind can’t settle down. You’ve become such a huge part of my everyday life in such a short time, and I honestly cannot picture being here, making it to where I am, without you.”
“You did it!” he shouts. I can barely hear him. It’s more reading lips with how loud the arena is right now. “You fucking did it, Addams!” His hand slaps against the glass before he adds, “I’m so fucking proud of you. I’m sucking your dick so good after this!”
My chest swells and my stomach flutters, knowing that what she’s looking at is all mine. That gorgeous man with the dark brown curly hair, eyes like honey, dimples sweet enough to make you fucking melt, and the timid expression that I know only masks a confident man dripping with sex appeal is all mine.
