I look back over my shoulder at him. His face is scrunched, eyes narrowed into slits. But the smirk gives him away.
“Yes.”
“You know, it’s very confusing for me to be told by you that there will be absolutely no hanky-panky—your words—and then out of nowhere, you’re just all ‘hey, let’s casually fuck’ or something,” he says, huffing.
“Well, if you must know, I feel like I was cheated out of the experience that night, and you could say I’m curious.” I standup and turn toward him, not caring that I’m completely naked and soaking wet. “Hand me a towel.” My fists are bunched at my sides.
Waylon puts his hand on the towel I have on the rack, but he doesn’t pull it off or hand it to me. He just stares.
“Curious?” he asks.
“You know, believe it or not, a woman is just as capable of looking at a man and thinking he would probably make for a nice fuck and nothing more,” I say, huffing back at him.
“And nothing more?” he repeats.
“Right.”
We’re having a stare off now. No one moves for a beat. Then he hands me the towel. “Your bed or mine?”
I wrap the towel loosely around my body. “Mine.”
Waylon opens the bathroom door, steps into my bedroom, and pulls his shirt over his head. He discards it to the floor, kicking his shoes off next to it. And when he’s busy unbuttoning his jeans, I make quick work of gathering my half-wet hair into a high messy bun.
“We should discuss a few things first,” he says. He sits down on the edge of my bed wearing only a pair of silky-looking boxer briefs.
“Such as?” I drop the towel a little lower, letting the tops of my breasts spill out.
“Like maybe this is a one-time thing or maybe it isn’t, buteither way, we don’t fall asleep together. Whoever is visiting goes back to their room afterward,” he says.
“Deal. And we don’t tell anyone, obviously.”
“Of course? Condoms?”
“I’m on birth control and get tested annually, so I’m good without. Unless you feel differently?”
Waylon lifts his hips, sliding his underwear off and letting them fall to the floor. He leans back onto his elbows and runs his hand over the back of his cock. He’s already half hard, and it’s exactly how I imagined—long and thick and perfect.
I know the running joke is that dicks are ugly and balls look funny and haha, but nothing—and I do mean nothing—makes my mouth water like a man who is rock hardbecause of me. Seeing him be affected by me is so fucking hot.
My towel drops to the floor. I’ve never really been self-conscious in these situations. I figure, if a guy gets this far with me, it’s because he wants it, wants me. Just like I want him. I don’t think about it beyond that.
Waylon’s naked chest and stomach are just how I imagined, too. A peppering of hair from the broadest past of his pecs tapers down his tummy and over his belly button and farther down. He’s just rugged enough to earn the nickname I gave him the first night we met.Cowboy.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he says, pushing himself deeper onto the bed.
I climb on top of the mattress next to him and lie down on my side. I raise my hand to him and let my fingertips trace overthe tattoo of a horse on his rib cage. Ironically enough, thereisa cowboy riding it. Though, it’s not surprising. Many of his tattoos are old Western themed in a traditional style. There are rows of cacti on his forearm and playing cards on the side of his neck. A pair of aces, to be exact. Fuck.
“You’re hot too.”
Waylon rolls up onto his side, facing me. He wedges his knee gently against the apex of my thighs, coaxing me to open them. I relent, and he slides his leg between mine. The top of his thigh grinds against my pussy in an unexpected but delicious way.
My body gives in freely, arching toward him.
“You know, I seem to remember when we kissed, well, I thought it was pretty good,” he says. “It made me think that if we did ever fuck, that would be really good too.”
Waylon grinds his thigh against me again, and I grip his side, my nails digging into his skin a little.
“I thought that too.” I press my tits against his chest and cup his jaw in my palm. I move my hand over his scruff and let the pads of my index and middle finger brush over his lips. Then I press them into his mouth. His eyes do not leave mine as he sucks on my fingers with the same rhythm as he rubs his leg against my center.
