Chapter 38 - Chase Me, Cowboy

The next morning, we don’t get out of bed. At one point, she reaches for her clothes, but I toss them out of her reach and bury my head between her thighs. I don’t want to leave this tiny space of safety. She smells so goddamn good. Feels so goddamn good. The sex is unbelievable, but it’s everything else that won’t let me cut bait and put my ass back on a plane.

Marion is going to call me soon, I can feel it. I’ve been away from my desk for too long, and work can only wait so long.

I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh. Her eyelids flutter as I find her clit and get to work. Her body starts out soft, then tightens as she builds. Soft skin presses on both sides of my face, my stubble rasping against it. Distantly, she moans and presses her pussy into my mouth, rubbing her clit on my tongue until she comes. It’s slow, and she whimpers. Her fingers dig into my hair and twist.

I pull back, but only because she finally forces my head away.

“You don’t want more?” I ask, running my hand over my jaw.

She pushes herself up.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Her eyes glitter, lashes low.

My stomach lurches like I went over a bump in the road. It’s been a full year since she put my dick in her mouth. I was so damn busy getting it in her pussy that I kept forgetting about it. And I also prefer if it’s offered; that somehow makes it so much hotter, knowing she wants it as badly as I do to her.

“I would,” I manage.

She smiles coyly, sitting back on her heels. I sink against the headboard, and she straddles my leg. My cock throbs as her touch skims over the head, leaving a glitter of wetness on her fingertip. Our gazes lock, and she puts her finger in her mouth.

“Fuck me,” I breathe.

She sinks down, her wet pussy on my bare skin. Hips undulating, she gathers her hair up and ties it with a band from around her wrist. I touch her face, then her neck as she leans in, and her tongue swipes over the head.

I see stars, think I hear a goddamn choir singing. Her tongue curls slowly, then slides up the underside from base to tip. It’s hard to keep still, but I manage to do it. She moves closer, beautiful spine arching and pussy grinding lightly on my thigh. Gripping the base, she slides her mouth over the head again and pushes me as far as possible into her mouth.

My hips rise; I can’t help it.

She pulls back. “No thrusting.”

“Sorry, baby,” I say, touching her face.

“It’s fine, I just…am not…that experienced doing this. I need you to let me figure it out.”

“We did this before.”

She nods, cheeks pink. “Yeah, and that was the first time I’ve done it. This is the second.”

I don’t want to push her because she’s clearly uncomfortable admitting that. But I’m also pretty taken aback.

“I was your first blowjob?” I say.

“Yeah. You don’t have to be weird about it.”

“I’m not. You were perfect,” I amend. “You’re doing so well, I just didn’t know.”

She lets go of my dick, hand lingering on my thigh. Her finger draws a slow circle. I sit up so I’m close enough to touch her face.

“You okay?” I press.

She glances up, then away, then back. “You were the first.”

“I know, it’s okay.”

“No.”

I pause, unsure what she means. “I don’t… I’m not following.”

Her throat bobs. “You were the first time I went all the way with anyone. I mean, I gave guys hand jobs, and I tried to have sex with one of the ranch hands once, but you were the first person who was successful.”

My body tingles. No, that can’t be. Surely she would have said something.

“You serious?” I ask finally.

She nods, biting the inside of mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want all the pressure of it, so I didn’t say anything.”

“Well, was it alright?” My mind races, combing through every detail of our first night. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “When have I not communicated what I want?”

“Never,” I affirm.

“It didn’t hurt, it was just a lot going in the first time,” she says, smiling. “But it’s always a lot going in.”

It doesn’t do any good to admonish her for not telling me. Clearly, she did it how she felt comfortable. I’m surprised, but not upset.

“You were really fucking good for someone figuring it out on the fly,” I say finally. “And you still are.”

“You make it easy.”

I kiss her mouth. We break apart slowly, and she leans down, keeping eye contact as long as she can. Then, her mouth slides over my dick, and I sink back to give her space. Her palm slides up my chest, and her nails dig into my skin. Her other hand grips the base, and her perfect tongue runs over me in short strokes. She does this thing at the end of every lick, a little curl and flick, and it drives me out of my mind.

I’m not gonna last.

She’s all in, sucking me off, with her head bobbing. Pleasure tingles down my spine and culminates where her hand and mouth work my cock. My chest heaves, body tense. Her hair is soft in my grip.

“Hey, baby,” I grit out. “Gonna come.”

She doesn’t stop. I push deeper, careful not to thrust, and my orgasm hits. My vision flashes. I catch the faint sound of her moaning as she sucks the soul out of my body. I’m fully aware that I can’t go without this moving forward. She’s got me all fucked up in so many ways. Then, the pleasure ebbs, and I’m so sensitive I twitch as she pulls her mouth off my still-hard cock with a little pop.

I want to ask if she swallowed, but I don’t want her to feel like she has to.

Turns out, I don’t have to. She locks eyes with me, and her throat bobs. Goddamn, I might just come again.

“Come here,” I growl, grabbing her waist and pulling her into my lap.

She bites her lip, giggling as I kiss up her neck. I’m hard again.

That’s fine—we have time.

I make good use of it. She ends up straddling my face, and I eat her until she comes again. Then, we fuck until almost noon, and we’re both so parched and sweaty, we have to stop. I’ve never been in a bad way like this about anybody before, and I can’t get enough. I fill my cup, and it runs dry the second I’m done. I could go for another round, but she’s panting and asking for a break.

I kiss down her belly, flicking her clit. She tastes like I fucked her.

“I was really the first, huh?” I murmur.

“Don’t tell anyone. I had a reputation at the ranch for being a man-eater,” she says. “I got in big trouble once and never even actually fucked the guy. I just thought I was pregnant, and Dad flipped out.”

“Ah,” I say. “How did you think that if you’d never had sex?”

She rolls her eyes. “He kinda just…came on it, but not in. Sort of.”

“And that’s all I need to know.”

Her eyes narrow, a smile flashing. “Jealous?”

“Always. Now, get in the shower, I’ll be right in,” I breathe.

We shower, then head to the kitchen for some water. I make some sandwiches, and she sits on the counter and eats. When we’re done, I make some coffee. While it’s brewing, I push her down and eat her out on the counter, not until she comes, but until she’s wet and ready for taking back to bed.

Then, we go all over again. Until the sun starts slanting gold down the walls. We came here with the intent of playing make-believe. So I do, pretending she’s mine, that we’re doing something permanent. Like she’s got a ring on her finger and my last name, like we could be on our honeymoon right now.

It’s just pretend, after all.