He presses the water bottle to his lips and sips, watching me over the top of it with those shocking green eyes.
I’m not great at keeping things simple, especially when it comes to sticking to just a few words like he seems to do so effortlessly. My mouth tends to get me in trouble because I rarely think before I speak, my thoughts tumbling out of me audibly. But there’s been one thing on my mind all day—after he dropped me off at my sister’s this morning, he never asked for my number. Maybe it’s because I mentioned I was only here for the weekend and heading back to Houston for school, or maybe he just wanted a quick hookup with no strings attached. Either way, I can’t shake the feeling that something had changed between the night we shared and the way things are now. It feels like there’s something still unspoken between us.
“Why didn’t you ask for my number?” I ask hesitantly. “Before you dropped me off at my sister’s, it seemed like maybe you’d want to see me again, at least, while I’m here in town for the weekend…”
He takes off his cowboy hat and pushes his fingers through his thick, brown hair. I like how he leaves it grown out, just nipping at the nape of his neck like he’s due for a haircut soon but probably won’t get it. His eyes, chiseled jawline and shaggy hair only add to his mysterious, silent cowboy allure that has me begging for a second chance, though I’m sure it sounds pathetic. I’m only here for a short while, why did he cut our time together short if he was having fun?
He places his hat back on his head. “You said you were headingback to Houston for school. I didn’t think it was fair to start something when you’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”
I’m not sure if I believe that’s the real reason but I have nothing else to go off of, even if that’s a ridiculous excuse. What twenty-year-old is thinking about the future instead of what’s currently in their pants?
“My whole life ahead of me? I may be only twenty-two, but so are you. I’m sure you’ve heard of a summer fling before?” I respond, my lips twisting into a slight smile.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
“So… do you want it? My number?” I ask again.
He steps towards me, getting the closest he has to my body since last night. He’s so tall without my heels on. Even taller than I remembered. I wonder if I could climb up him like I did Daisy if I tried. Try to mount him and see if he’ll let me ride him. Get back in a different kind of saddle tonight.
“I want more than your number, Teagan.”
I swallow, my breath speeding up. “Well, what else do you want?”
His eyes glance around the barn’s kitchenette as if he’s looking for something. When he doesn’t find whatever it is that he's searching for, he takes my hand, leading me back out into the barn's hallway and down two doors until he finds an empty stall. I’m practically running to keep up with his long strides but when he pulls the door shut behind him, I see that there’s no horse in here and the place he’s brought me into is clean. Hay is swept off the floor and other than a hose tossed on the ground next to a metal bucket, there’s a single, lone, wooden chair perched in the corner.
“I think I’d rather show you what I want, if that’s okay?” he asks, taking my hand and guiding me towards the chair.
I nod in response.
Though the stall is built with wood and mostly private, the top is open to the rest of the barn. The soft neighs of horses and other livestock in the space serenade us and the noise from the large, overhead fan that’s cooling off the animals provides a peaceful hum of white noise.
He hooks his finger into the front button of my jeans, undoing them then peeling them down from my waist along with my underwear in one strong push. Guiding me backwards, he sits me on the edge of the chair, spreading my knees wide and then kneels in front of me.
“I wanted this, again,” he speaks his voice low, “it’s all I’ve been able to think about since I dropped you off this morning, Teagan. Though I told myself I shouldn’t."
He scoops one of my legs up, draping it over his right shoulder to rest while his fingertips trail from my foot, across my ankle, down my calf, to my upper thigh and in between my waist. I shudder as he stops between my legs and gently brushes his fingers across my opening then drops his head to my calf, trailing kisses downwards to follow the path that his fingers made until he meets the top of my thighs, pauses, and then plunges his tongue in deep between my slit without warning.
“Oh, gosh,” I drop my head back on the chair, gripping the bottom of the seat firmly as I work to steady myself on the one leg I still have planted on the ground.
It feels as though his tongue is everywhere now, expertly working inside of me, sucking, spiking, and teasing. I want to weave my fingers through his dark mane of hair and push him in firmer but I’m afraid I’ll lose balance and fall while balanced one my one foot. My nails dig marks into the wood as I gasp for air. His tongue must make a point because I feel it like a dart, flicking, targeted directly on my clit like a soft and wet rubber band snapping against my sensitive nerves.
“Wilder,” I groan, trying to stay quiet while he plunges two fingers inside of me, sweeping them back and forth. “Shit. Doyou have a condom?” I ask breathlessly. Because though I could easily orgasm on his face again if he keeps doing that, I want his cock. Badly.
He pauses and lifts his head to look up into my eyes. “Are you sure you want to do that in here?”
Hell yeah, I do.
I can’t think of a better place than surrounded by animals, fresh air anda little bit of risk.
I nod eagerly as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet to retrieve a single shiny condom wrapper. Looks like it’s the only one he has in there and I wonder how long he’s been hanging on to it for. Hopefully it isn’t expired.
He stands up while I’m still splayed out on the chair, my legs shaking from the sudden change in temperature while he undoes his buckle and jeans, pulling them and his boxers down, causing his cock to spring free andholy, hell.
Inches of bare, thick, swollen flesh are just a millimeter away from my face as he grips his shaft firmly, stroking a few times. A single, very angry vein runs on the side, pulsing as he swells to what I assume must be full mass and I’m looking it right in the eye where a single bead of precum rests.
“Will you let me?” I ask, pointing to his cock and licking my lips.
“I’m already hard,” he says, still stroking.
