Chapter 12 - Chase Me, Cowboy

It’s probably good I’ve been jerking off so much, otherwise I’d come in my pants. She smells like the scent I’ve churned in my head. She tastes like last summer, wrapped up in her bed, with the moon coming through the window and our hushed voices trapped beneath the sheets. Her body is so fucking soft. I don’t know how she gets her skin to feel like silk, but I can’t stop running my hands over her waist, down her hips, her thighs around my waist.

In the bedroom, I toss her onto her back and reach for her shorts. She lifts her hips, and I slide them down to reveal a matching pink thong with a little silk bow.

Jesus Christ.

I was wondering why she didn’t fight me much in the truck. She wants this as badly as I do, evidenced by the wet bit of lace between her thighs. My dicks aches. She smiles, a pink flush staining her cheeks and throat. She knows I’m suffering, so hard it hurts, and I’m sure she likes that. I lean over to grab her shirt, and her hand slides up my thigh and cups my groin. We both go still. She bites her lip, eyes meeting mine.

Her thumb runs across my zipper. My dick twitches violently.

“You need something?” she breathes.

“Yeah, baby, I need that pussy.”

She can’t bite back her smile. I run my palm over her calf, gripping her ankle to turn her leg so I can slap her ass. It ripples, and she moans, releasing my groin and sinking onto her back. I fall over her, tugging up her shirt to lick her lower belly.

Her skin is so soft, and it tastes exactly the way I remember. My head goes completely empty. I need to be inside her now. Hands working fast, I pull her shirt over her head, leaving her in a matching pink bra, with her nipples peeking through the lace. She knew exactly what she was doing when she dressed for this trip. Fucking evil woman, she might as well have put a leash on my dick. I can’t control how hard I get around this lace-and-bows shit.

Especially not when it’s on her.

Our hands fumble over each other as we pull her panties off. Her thighs fall open, revealing the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. I think I hear the sky open up and this is heaven, right between her thighs. Then, I’m on her, yanking her up and guiding my dick into her soaked pussy.

“Fuck,” I groan.

Goddamn it, she is tight.

I’m not wearing a condom. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Fuck,” I say, frozen.

She shakes her head. “What?”

“Need a condom.”

I go to pull out, but she hooks a leg around my lower back and keeps me there. Our eyes meet, and we both inhale sharply. The hair on my nape prickles. I’ve done this before because I am stupid as all get-out, but it’s been a long time. I’m way too fucking old to be risking an unplanned pregnancy, especially not with my best friend’s future sister-in-law. That’s messy and uncalled for.

“Yeah,” she says finally.

“You on birth control?”

She shakes her head, biting the corner of her lip. “You could…you know.”

Her pussy is gripping me hard, and it’s making it hard to think. That’s why you’re supposed to talk about this before the dick goes in. Right now, my brain is telling me things I shouldn’t be listening to, like it’s fine, you can just pull out, and what if you just fucked her a few strokes, to see what it feels like, and then grabbed the condom?

Sweat trickles down between my shoulder blades.

Jamie, get it the fuck together.

With every ounce of self-control, I pull my dick out of her and go to the dresser. She’s giving me big, innocent eyes, like she doesn’t know she’s killing me right now. Working quickly, I roll a condom on and bring the box over to toss on the bedside table. She opens her legs again, and I sink between them, sliding back inside her until our noses are almost touching.

I kiss her briefly.

“Bad girl,” I say.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Pulling halfway out, I thrust in again, and she gasps. “You do not want to risk getting knocked up. No pull-and-pray, alright?”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine.”

I grip the underbelly of her thigh and give a punishing thrust. “Don’t fucking sass me.”

“Or what?” she yelps.

I shut up so I can show her. Bracing on the bed, I lift her hips with one hand and fuck into her, slow and deep. The restlessness that’s plagued me for a year disappears. The empty place in my chest is full. The ache down below finally lifts. I’m pissed, but since I first fucked her, she seems to be the only thing that can satisfy me. So I kiss her soft mouth and let her breath flow through my veins while my dick works hungrily inside her body.

Taking, taking, taking.

Being so fucking selfish, for once in my life.

All I’ve ever done is fix other people’s lives. Their careers, their love lives, their crash-outs. I’ve never been able to be selfish like this, despite preferring not to be the center of attention. With her, I do want that. I don’t want anyone ever to touch her except me, and that’s terrifying.

“Flip me over,” she bursts out.

Anything she wants. I pull out and turn her over, unfastening her bra. I take my shirt off and kick my pants to the floor, climbing onto the bed with her. She gasps as our naked skin melds together, her back against my front. I slide my hand up to cradle her right breast.

Her head falls back and her spine arches. “God, you feel so good,” she moans.

“Yeah?”

I want her to tell me that; I’ve never been into it before, but from her lips, it’s so damn sweet.

“Just big and hard,” she breathes, lashes fluttering.

I wet my finger and circle her nipple. It tightens.

“I’m glad I can be big and hard for you,” I murmur.

“Oh, I know you’re eating this up.”

“Not as much as I’d like to eat you up,” I counter.

There’s a short silence. I’d really, really like to get my head between her legs. We didn’t do that the first time, and I regret it so badly.

“Please.” I kiss her bare shoulder.

She tenses, then relaxes.

“Fine,” she gasps. “But I might not come.”

“That’s fine, I just want to lick it.” I can’t stop running my mouth over her skin, leaving kisses across her back, along her spine. She doesn’t seem to mind.

“You can lick it,” she whispers.

I’m not passing up an opportunity to do just that. I slide from her body and turn her, pushing her up. She’s on her side, and I can see the little slit of her pussy, tucked between those velvety thighs. It’s naked, and so goddamn beautiful.

Shifting close, I slip my tongue in.

“Oh God,” she gasps, hand winding into my hair.

I put one arm between her legs and grip her ass, lifting it enough to push my mouth against her pussy. It’s hard to describe this except to say it’s the best thing I’ve ever done horizontal. Her pussy is beyond soft, and it tastes like I was there, fucking her until she dripped. It’s tart, sweet, intoxicating. I need it bad, so I spread her wider and gently put the tip of my tongue inside.

She makes a strangled sound, a moan and whimper.

Opening her up even more, I circle her entrance with the tip. I know that’s sensitive; I see it in the shudder and the arch of her spine. I tease her pussy for a few more minutes, then, I slide up to her clit. My body jolts and arousal pounds in my groin. Her clit is perfect, exactly how I thought it would feel under my tongue when I imagined this moment every time I jerked off in the shower for the last year.

I’m suffocated between her thighs. And I’m exactly where I want to be.

She builds, she whimpers, but she doesn’t come. That’s alright; it’s our first time doing this particular act together, and I know it might take some time. But it’s going to happen before she goes home.

“Put me on my stomach,” she gasps when I resurface.

“You want to be fucked?”

“Yes, I can’t get over the edge.”

She’s frustrated, all tensed up. I want to see if she’ll let me try with my fingers inside her and my mouth on her clit, but she’s already squirming onto her stomach.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” she demands.

I can’t resist that view. Spine arched, legs spread and pussy exposed.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, pushing two fingers where they belong and sinking halfway over her body.

“Goddamn,” she breathes.

Flipping my hand, I find her sweet spot and stroke it.

Slowly, caressing the front wall.

She shakes, pinned down beneath my hand. With my other hand, I reach around her hips and beneath her to find her clit. The soft strokes inside turn into loud, messy thrusts as I work her clit in firm circles. She’s so turned on, she’s clamped down hard enough it hurts. Pushing herself up on the heels of her palms, she rocks, fucking herself with my fingers.

She’s so damn wet, like she’s been waiting months for this.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps.

I fucking don’t. Wetness drips from her pussy and onto my hand. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it’s not for her to let out a sharp sound and come so hard she squirts in short, little bursts. Staining the bed and running over my knuckles. We didn’t get this far the first time, so I failed to mention it’s a particular interest of mine and has been for a while. It’s like a shot of adrenaline, and I need it again.

My fingers keep going.

“Stop, God, please,” she gasps.

I do, reluctantly pulling my fingers out. “Too sensitive for my dick?”

“No, I’d like dick, please.”

Lining myself up, I push in from behind. Being inside right after she came is a whole new level of pleasure. Her eyes roll back, hips lifting. I slide all the way in, and this time, don’t give her time to adjust before I sink over her and start thrusting hard. After that, we’re just fucking with the bed slamming against the wall and the sheets ritching down until they hit the floor. I swear I can smell how turned on she is; it’s all over my thighs.

The thing that surprises me most is how damn loud she is in bed. We had to be quiet the first round. Well, apparently that’s not how she is naturally because she’s gasping, moaning, and begging for more, even though I’m balls-deep already.

That tracks. She’s never been able to shut up.

I fucking love it. All her moaning strokes my ego. So hard, it turns out, that I come before I mean to. We both go still, me panting over her body, her on her belly underneath.

I don’t want this to end.

I don’t want to pull out and release this feeling. But I have to, so I withdraw and sink down beside her on my back. She sighs, a sweet raspy sound, and rolls over, brushing her hair out of her sweaty face. Her chest heaves, pink nipples hard. Next time, I plan on coming on those. I reach for her, but she darts up and grabs her bra and panties, putting them on.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“To shower, then eat something,” she says.

“Well, make yourself at home then.”

She turns around and shakes her ass at me, then flounces into the bathroom and slams the door. I stare after her for a second. She was sassy before; clearly, in the last year it’s gotten worse.

“Can you bring me my luggage?” she yells.

I sit up, peeling off the condom. “Jesus Christ,” I murmur. “I guess it’s right back to normal.”

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ll get your luggage,” I call back.

And I do, because I really want to get laid again. Maybe, for other reasons, too, that I’m not prepared to grapple with right now.