by K. C. Crowne
I rubbed my thighs together, flashes of last night appearing in my mind. “It would only be a scandal if it got out. And, you know, we don’t have to make a habit of it.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Just what’re you tryin’ to say here, Skye?”
I grinned. “I think you know exactly what I’m tryin’ to say.”
He matched my grin with one of his own, and I could literally see some of the tension falling off his shoulders. “Big talkin’ girl. Bold girl.”
“You got a problem with bold women?”
“Nah. Prefer ‘em. But I don’t like them to be bolder than me.”
“Is that right? Then you might want to do somethin’ bold then.”
Another grin. “Get over here.”
“Is that an order as a boss?”
“Nope. It’s an order as someone who can’t stop thinkin’ about how good you looked last night with my cock in your mouth.”
More wetness pooled between my legs. However much I’d wanted him before, his words pushed it to the limit.
He jerked his head back. “Now get over here.”
I felt powerless to resist. I’d always considered myself a strong-willed woman, but something about Travis’s tone, his commanding way, made me feel like putty in his hands. I rose from my chair, walked over to him, and sat down on the couch. He put his hand on my leg, and I chewed my lower lip in anticipation. His hand moved up, between my thighs until it was close to my pussy. Once there, he began to rub slowly, causing pleasure to course through my body at his touch.
“You can’t stop thinkin’ about me, and I can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he murmured in his deep voice. “What’re we gonna do about this?”
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sensation run through my body. “I…I think you already know what we’re gonna do about this.”
“Then let’s do it.”
Travis leaned over and kissed me as soft moans escaped my lips as soon as his mouth was on mine. We turned our bodies towards one another, my hand dropping to his crotch.
“You’re already hard,” I whispered. “That for me?”
“You know it is. Gotta say, I’m interested as hell to see what you can do when your attention’s focused on one guy.”
“I think you’ll like the answer.”
“Then show me.”
I flashed him another smile, eager to please. With a smooth motion, I dropped to the ground, positioning myself between his legs. Once there, I went to work on his big, shiny belt buckle and the zipper and all the rest. His cock strained against his light grey boxer-briefs, and I shoved my hand into them, clasped his cock, and pulled it out.
The sight of his throbbing, dripping cock was enough to drive me wild. I wanted to tease him, to draw it out. But more than that, I wanted to taste him. I only managed a few moments of stroking him slowly before leaning in and wrapping my lips around his shaft.
“Just like that,” he growled as I formed a tight seal with my mouth and slowly moved down his length. “How’s that taste?”
I dragged up over the ridge of his head and let his cock drop out of my mouth. “Like heaven.”
Another grin. I turned my attention back to his cock and took it into my mouth again, sucking him long and hard, following with my hand as I moved up and down. I gradually picked up the pace until I felt the sweet flavor of saltiness on my tongue.
Travis let out low growls as he moved my hair away from my face so he had a nice, clear view of the sight of me with my mouth full of his cock. I flicked my eyes up every now and then, making sensual contact. I loved the sight of him looming over me, knowing I was capable of bringing him to climax with only my lips and tongue.
“Get up here.” He sipped his hand under my arm and gently pulled me to my feet.
“So bossy.”
“You better get used to it.”
He stayed seated with me standing in front of him, his hands lightning quick as he undid the front of my pants and pulled them down along with my panties. As he did, I worked the buttons of my shirt and slipped it off, followed by my bra. Once I was stark naked, Travis took me by the hips and turned me around on my feet.
“Now, sit down.”
I loved how commanding he was, how he had no compunctions about telling me what to do. I lowered my ass, taking his cock into my hand and pointing it right where I wanted it.
“I want to see that ass of yours bouncing on my cock. I wanna see it goin’ in and out of you.”
“Now we’re definitely thinking the same thing.”
Once I was low enough, I dragged the head against my lips, moaning with delight and anticipation. Then I pushed him into me, lowering my ass on top of him. However good he’d felt last night, it was nothing compared to the sensation of his cock driving up inside me. I rocked my hips back and forth, feeling him grind against my walls, my pussy gripping him tight.
Right in the middle of my movement, Travis grabbed my ass, spanking it hard as he squeezed the soft flesh. A sting of pain ran through my body – not enough to hurt, but enough to make me take in a sharp gasp of air. I grinned, loving the commanding way he handled me.
An orgasm began to build, but Travis wasn’t done. His hands moving to my hips once again, he lifted me off, spun me around, and sat me on his cock again, my breasts dropping into his face. He covered my nipples in kisses and licks. I put my hands on his shoulders and kept on riding him.
“You’re ridin’ me better than you rode that bull. Stayin’ on longer, too.”
I laughed through the pleasure.
“You…you said you’re on—”
“I am,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. I want to feel you inside me. Please, don’t stop.”
The orgasm moved closer and closer, and soon it broke loose. My body shook from the intensity, and through squinted eyes I watched as Travis’s face formed a tight rictus of focus. His cock pulsed inside me, throbbing as he let loose deep within my walls. It was the perfect cherry on top of the orgasm sundae.
I slowed as the orgasm faded, the pulses of Travis’s cock slowing until they finally stopped. When we were both done, I fell forward and leaned my head against his shoulder as we caught our breath.
“And how was that, cowboy?” I expected an eager affirmation, but instead he appeared conflicted.
“It was good as hell, no fuckin’ doubt. But…”
I rose slowly, feeling him drip down my thigh.
“We can’t be doin’ that again,” he said. “It was nice, but this is a bad fuckin’ idea.”
Part of me wanted to say something sassy, like “you say that now”, but damned if he didn’t appear actually conflicted about the matter.
“Yeah,” I said. “Maybe you’re right.”
We dressed in silence. I knew it was my cue to leave. Before I could start towards the door, however, Travis rose and took my wrist. Then he leaned in and kissed me slowly, deeply.
“Just because it can’t happen doesn’t mean it wasn’t fine as hell when it did,” he said with a small smile.
“Maybe if things were different.”
Another kiss.
“I should…get back to work.”
“See you around, cowboy.” I opened the door and said the words over my shoulder as I left.
“See you around, cowgirl.”
One more smile and I stepped out into the warm afternoon air.
It was strange. There was a finality to it, as if it might very well be the last time. But I couldn’t help but think things between me and Travis were only starting to heat up.
Travis
The sex was still on my mind an hour later when my phone buzzed on my desk. I checked it and saw a text from Adam. Fuck. We had some bad feelings between us, my fault, mostly, and I was fresh off a fuck with the girl he wanted. But what the hell was I supposed to do? Ignore him? That’d be some cowardly shit, and things might’ve been rough at the moment, but that was no way to treat a friend. And hiding from problems wasn’
t my style, not even a little.
You busy right now?
I fired back a response. Nah. Going over some paperwork. What’s up?
Mind if I drop by?
Sure. Bring a sixer.
You got it.
Adam and I had never had any major, friendship-shaking problems in the years we’d known each other. But when we did have a disagreement about one thing or another, hashing it out over a sixer of something cheap and domestic was our preferred way to handle it. Never failed that by the time we were halfway through, we’d long forgotten about whatever the hell we’d been feuding about. Figured this time wouldn’t be any different.
I went through some more of my paperwork, a half-hour or so ticking by before a knock sounded at my front door. “It’s open.”
The door swung open and Adam walked in. “Howdy.”
I nodded to the couch and he headed for it, a sixer of Bud tallboys in his hand.
“Hope I’m not fuckin’ up the middle of your workday,” he said as he took off his hat and tossed it onto the coffee table before plopping down on the couch.
“Nah, finishing up the paperwork for Skye.”
And the elephant in the room was lit up like a Christmas tree. Adam laughed as he peeled off one of the cans and whipped it in my direction. I neatly caught it and cracked it open as I took my place in the chair across from him.
“The girl of the hour,” he said as he opened a beer of his own, the hiss cutting through the music.
“The girl of the hour.”
We sipped our beers, the ice-cold brew hitting me just right. A silence hung in the air; clearly both of us were trying to figure out who would speak first. I was being the prick, so I spoke up.
“Alright,” I said. “I’m sorry about the bullshit this morning. I was hungover and in a sour fuckin’ mood and I didn’t handle it well. Got on your case about shit that I shouldn’t have.”
Adam took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes on me as he did. He set the drink down and nodded. “Yeah, you got a little out-of-pocket there, bud. Thought for a sec you might slug me in the parking lot of that shitty bar.”
I laughed. “If I woulda slugged you, it woulda been because my head was poundin’ and I didn’t feel like talkin’.”
“Now, I don’t know about that,” he said, laughing. “You seemed pretty steamed about the whole Skye thing.”
Another silence fell.
“You…still raw about it?” he asked.
“I don’t know if I’d say raw, but somethin’ about the whole thing ain’t sittin’ right with me.”
“Are you thinkin’ that because you and I were buck-ass-naked with a girl both screwin’ her brains out?”
“Nah. Weird as it sounds, I wasn’t too put off by the whole thing. Probably not something I’m gonna do again, but it was what it was, you know?”
Fuck. The detail that I’d just hooked up with her again rushed to the front of my mind. But I wasn’t sure at all how to bring that shit up.
“There’s somethin’ on your mind,” he said, giving me a cock-eyed look. “What’s goin’ on?”
I didn’t want to lie to him. But I knew something like that needed to be brought up carefully.
“Is it about Skye?” he asked.
“Man, hard to say.”
“I mean, sure as shit she’s been on both of our minds today. But I’m gettin’ the impression there’s something more than you havin’ a crush or somethin’.”
“It’s…complicated.” I thought I was being slick, but the way his eyes lit up made it certain he got what was going on.
“Holy shit,” he mused, sitting back. “You fucked her again, didn’t you?”
If there was no point in lying about it before, that did the job. “Yeah, I fucked her again. A few hours ago here in the damn office.”
“Where?” he asked, glancing around. “I mean, it doesn’t matter, but…”
Ah hell. I realized he was sitting in the exact spot where we’d gotten busy. My face dropped, and his own expression hinted that he understood. Adam glanced down where he was seated before scooting over and shaking his head.
“Alright,” he mumbled. “So I’m guessin’ you don’t need me to point out the damn hypocrisy in you tellin’ me to keep my hands off her while you’re screwin’ her on the clock.”
“Wasn’t on the clock, technically. She came in durin’ lunch break.”
He laughed loudly, shaking his head. “Man, I don’t know if busting out laughing or coming over there and punching you in the dick is the right thing to do.”
“You do the second thing hard enough and you just might solve this whole problem for good.”
He laughed again before his expression turned grim. “But seriously, what the hell? How you gonna tell me what you did and then go and do somethin’ like that? Where do you get off?” His eyes flashed. “Well, I know where you get off – right there where I was sittin’.”
I wanted to laugh, but more than that, I felt like a total ass. “No,” I said. “You’re right as fuckin’ rain. Here I am givin’ you orders like I’m your daddy, and then I go and screw her again.”
“Well, would you look at that – you’re talkin’ some reasonable sense.”
He sipped his beer, regarding me with an expression I couldn’t quite make out. It was like he had something to say but wasn’t sure of how to put it.
“Alright,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands behind his head. “Now we got the million-dollar question.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” A feeling of…something surged up in me. It didn’t sit well with me.
“What’re you gonna do if I decide to, you know, make something happen between Skye and me?”
I sipped my beer so I had time to think. I was of two minds. Part of me wanted to give him my blessing, for whatever it was worth. The other part still hated the idea of Adam and Skye getting together when I still wanted her.
“You look confused, Travis. Tell me somethin’, one way or another.”
Another long pull of beer, this one draining the rest of the tallboy. I wanted the booze to hurry up and kick in, to make this bullshit easier to deal with.
“You…want to get with Skye. I mean, first of all, how sure are you that she even wants to do that?” I was stalling, being stupid. The girl had hooked up with Adam right in front of me – of course she wanted him.
He laughed. “You kiddin’? I don’t mean to blow smoke up my own ass here, bud, but I’ve, uh, got a pretty good idea of how she feels about me. And besides, I ain’t proposin’ to her or anything. Just thinkin’ about takin’ her out, seeing what happens between the two of us. Maybe nothin’ will come of it.” He looked away, as if considering something. “And anyway, you ain’t my daddy, and you sure ain’t her daddy. The two of us are gonna do what we want, whether or not you give your stamp of approval.”
“Then why the hell are you even talkin’ to me about it?”
“Because you’re my friend, dumbass. And if you’re cool with this, that’ll mean you and I are cool. I don’t want any bad blood floatin’ around, you know?”
No more putting it off. I cracked open another beer, took a sip, and spoke. “Alright. You wanna get with her or try to get with her, then you go right ahead and do it.”
“Don’t sound so enthusiastic about it.”
I checked myself, making sure not to sound bitter. “Nah. I mean, you’re a good guy, Adam. Not like she’s tryin’ to get with one of those scumbags from in town who’d use her and toss her aside as soon as he’s had his fun. I’ve known you long enough to get that you’re a decent sort, and she’d be lucky to have a guy like you.”
The words didn’t come out as easily as I might’ve hoped. Sure, I was trying to be the bigger man, and I knew the words were the right ones as I spoke them. But damned if I didn’t still feel jealous, maybe even a little pissed about it. My own shit to deal with, I supposed.
It seemed to do the job with Adam. He nodded, apparently
satisfied. “Well, alright,” he said. “I appreciate it. And that’s pretty damn big of you to say.”
“I have my moments.”
We went back to our beers, and as Adam drank, a preoccupied look appeared on his face.
“You’re still thinkin’ about it?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I’m thinkin’ about Skye, but not about the whole ‘you and me’ thing. It’s…somethin’ else. Somethin’ kinda strange.”
“Well, if you wanted to flare up my curiosity, you sure as shit did it. What’s on your mind?”
“You know Bryce Atwater?”
The name made my skin crawl. The Atwater family owned one of the other big ranches in the area. And though I didn’t know Bryce all that well, I knew enough to get that he was a spoiled little trust fund brat through-and-through.
“Of course I know Bryce. What about him?”
Adam glanced away, as if trying to figure out where to start. “So, I’m doin’ a job for him. Nothin’ crazy, just building a barn on his property.”
“Alright.”
“And when I went to his place earlier today, I saw him bein’ rough with one of his horses.”
“That right?” I sat forward. “Rough how?”
“Nothin’ too out-of-line. But he yelled at the horse, smacked it on the haunches out of frustration a few times.”
“Shitty. Wouldn’t expect anything less from a brat like him. But why you tellin’ me ‘bout this?”
“I saw him do it and got to thinkin’ about Skye, about how she’s all about animals gettin’ treated right, real activist type.”
“Sure. Kinda admired her for it. But I’m guessin’ there’s more to the story than that.”
“There is. So I check out the property, do some surveyin’, then I go up to Bryce’s office to let him know about the job. But before I go in, I hear him havin’ this phone conversation.”
“About?”
“About Skye.”
Now this was something. I said nothing, waiting for him to go on.
“Turns out the Atwater family owns a racing track.”
“Shamrock Greens,” I said, nodding. “I know the place.”