Filthy Cowboy

by Amy Brent

  “I don’t care and it’s not fair that they should treat him like that. He’s only doing what the team needs him to do.” She was always a closet hockey fan, until that one day that her father took her to a game a couple of months ago. When she saw Payton, she couldn’t believe that he was really here in her hometown. She had no idea that she would see him after all these years. He was the product of her fantasy life from the moment that he had entered into the amateur ranks. Unbeknownst to her father and her friends, she had become smitten in a way that didn’t seem possible. Any time that she saw somebody that remotely looked like him; she would make it a point to sidle up and begin a flirtation that would end promptly with both of them naked and sweaty in the sheets.

  “I don’t know why you are getting, so hot under the collar. It’s not like you can change anything by screaming and yelling at the referee. They have a thicker skin than that. They have to with fans that are diehard like you.” Jackson had always known that his friend was into hockey, but he was starting to realize that it wasn’t the sport that had garnered her attention. This one player had gotten underneath her skin and maybe there was something that he could do about that. “If you settle down for the rest of the game, I might be able to get you into an after party.”

  Josie turned to Jackson to make sure that he was telling the truth and not just telling her something to get her to quiet down. “You better not be joking with me, Jackson. I would do practically anything to meet him in person.” The notches on her belt consisted of those that had similar qualities that Payton had. The same dirty blond hair and charismatic eye, not to mention the kind of body that she would gladly expose one piece at a time with first her eyes and then her hands was hard to resist.

  “I have my ways and let’s just say that being a part of a radio station has its perks. If I knew that you were this much into hockey, I probably would have gotten you tickets long before now. I can’t lie to you, Josie. I’ve known that you’ve been interested in hockey for some time. I came down the stairs one night after we had just had one of the best marathon sex sessions and found you glued to the screen. You didn’t even know that I was there and I don’t think that you blinked the entire time that the game was on. I was going to confront you, but I thought that it was something private that you wanted to keep to yourself.” He saw the look of pure lust in Josie’s eyes and her body was literally jumping up and down with enthusiasm.

  Josie had on a jersey from the San Jose sharks with Payton’s number scrawled on the back. It hung on her body loosely, but she had tied it at the waist to make it look more provocative. There was even one time that Payton went by the glass and she could swear that he had his eye on her. It could’ve been just wishful thinking. She believed in her heart that one day they would find their way into each other’s arms.

  “I hope that you don’t disappoint me, Jackson.” If Jackson had taken a close look at Payton, he would have realized that the only reason why Josie had given him those 5 minutes was because of his familiar look. The only big difference was that Jackson was maybe 150 pounds, where Payton was wearing his 220 pound frame like that of the bruiser that he was supposed to be on the ice. “I will never forgive you, if you tease me like this and then leave me wanting.” She went back to watching the game, having no idea that Payton had indeed saw her in more than a friendly way.

  Chapter two

  Payton was showboating for the crowd, putting on a spectacle with one slam into the board after another. He was very aware of the way that he acted, but his coach was critical of his performance. “I don’t have any problem with you getting these penalty minutes, but maybe you should stop before you hurt someone.” Coach Walters wanted nothing, but the best for his players. He had seen Payton during one of his recruitment trips. It didn’t take him long to get him to sign on the dotted line.

  “I’m only clearing the way for the rest of the team.” He couldn’t get that girl out of his mind. She was free and didn’t mind showing her excitement for her team. The way that she pounded on the boards and shook the glass had made him think of that wild filly underneath him. After the game, he went over to the board to see that she wasn’t there anymore. He should’ve just tossed her one of his cards and had her meet him in the locker room. He could’ve first shocked her by letting her see the boys in their half undressed state. After that, it would be just a matter of some sweet talk to get her to apply her enthusiasm in a different way.

  “I’m glad to have you on the team, Payton, but just remember that there is no ‘I’ in teamwork.” Coach Walters walked away, knowing that getting through to his thick skull wasn’t going to be easy. He was determined to get himself hurt, as a way to shining more than the others. He was already in the big leagues, but it was true about what have you done for me lately. Players come and go and there is this rare breed that seems to be able to make a career out of a lifelong passion for hockey.

  Payton got dressed and followed the boys, until they were crossing the street and finding their way down to the only after hours party that mattered. This bar was open to the sharks and they were more than willing to swim around with beers in their hands and their eyes on the prize.

  It was almost like he sensed her. He turned and saw her making her way over to him. It was almost like a mirage coming true. He had one hand on the bar, wearing that silly little grin with his dark hair now shining after showering with the other guys. “You’re the one that I wanted to meet. The fans are the most important, but I think that you might be my biggest one yet.” His blue jeans had filled out quite noticeably and his manhood wasn’t exactly shy about what it wanted.

  “I don’t want to sound like some crazy fan, but I’ve been watching your career for a long time. I’ve seen some of your best games and I knew that eventually somebody from the NHL would pick you up. I had no idea that you were going to find your way onto my home team of the sharks. It’s almost like it was destined to be that we would meet like this.” She wanted to touch him, but she didn’t think that it was appropriate for her to do something like that in mixed company. “I don’t suppose you would be willing to take a walk with me someplace more private.” She wasn’t about beating around the bush and decided that going for the gusto was the best thing that she could do. This was an opportunity to sleep with one of her idols and not just a pale comparison to those that she had thought had the same traits. This was the real thing and nothing else would do.

  “I don’t think that I can slip away that easily. We could have a few drinks together and then take it from there. Why don’t you come with me to the VIP section and you can continue to praise my virtues. I can never get enough of the way that you talk.” Payton could see her ruby red lips. He could envision what they would look like wrapped around his cock. “If I’m being too subtle, then let me make things crystal clear for you.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. He was letting her know in no uncertain terms that his excitement was due to her arrival.

  “I would ask if that’s a hockey stick in your pants or if you’re just happy to see me, but I think I already know the answer.” She felt his hand in hers and then he was dragging her through the crowd like they didn’t even matter. The two burly black guys at the VIP entrance let them cross the threshold into a secret room that was only meant to be used on special occasions. The black leather sofa was a sectional and Payton had no problem sinking into the soft cushion, before reaching out his hand for her. Her additional weight on top of him was nothing to man of his obvious strength.

  “You’re not just going to stand there and do nothing? Don’t tell me that you are all talk and no action. I would hate that I was wasting my time on somebody that really didn’t know what she wanted. I don’t think that you are that type of girl, but I have yet to see anything that would indicate that you might be interested in more than a friendly chat.” His hand was still outstretched and then she took it. He pulled her into his lap.

  “I think that you’ll find that I am more than up
to the task of meeting you halfway. I’ve been thinking about this day for a very long time. From the moment that I saw you on the ice when you were 18, I began to use you. You were the one that I measured all the others and let’s just say that nobody could come close to lacing your skates.”

  Her leather skirt had risen up over her hips and her panties were wedged into the crack of her ass. His hot hands were now on her flesh and she was grinding against the hardened stick inside his pants. He wet sex was leaving a noticeable stain on his tight jeans. Her panties were soaked and she could literally feel her pussy crying out for immediate penetration.

  “I like a girl that doesn’t need the man to always initiate first. You take my breath away and there hasn’t been a girl in my life that has been more than a one night love affair. I want to go on the record to tell you that I’m not looking for anything more than right now. If you are thinking that we can have some sort of relationship, then you may as well climb off of my lap and go back to the party.” He could feel her fingers running through his hair and then she knotted her hand around several locks and pulled his face into hers. Her tongue flicking at his lips had him joining her, until they were making out like they were the only two people in the world.

  They separated long enough for her to tell him that all she wanted was one night. “I have no allusions of putting a ring on it. I know about your womanizing ways. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be. This is my chance to live out one of my fantasies and I don’t think people get that chance very often. When it happens, you don’t just think about doing it. You grab it tightly like I’m doing with you and make sure that that opportunity is not wasted.” His fingers were lingering along the jersey. He pulled it free and then lifted it over her head to expose her very ripe melons.

  “Damn…I love it when they are natural like you are. The fake ones don’t feel right and they certainly don’t look right. Yours is a marvel of nature at its best.” He was a little spellbound. His lips were dry and he reached for the bottle of champagne. He took a long drawn out swig. He didn’t even bother pouring it into a cup and then he got this delicious idea. He raised the bottle and poured it over her chest, hearing her gasp with the impact of the cold hitting her skin.

  “I do like how your nasty mind works, Payton.” She squirmed in his lap, feeling the solid formation of his cock raising its ugly head. She was about to reach for said zipper, but he shocked her with adding the component of his heated mouth. Her nipple was awash with the champagne and now he was following it with the tip of his tongue. “I knew that you were going to be something else, but I didn’t think that I was going to be dealing with an uncaged animal.” The lips below were already waiting for him, but it was her mouth that was thirsty for the chance to taste him.

  He easily lifted her diminutive frame, until she was standing with his hands holding onto her hot ass. He was moving in for a closer look. He peeled her panties off and let them hang by her ankles, until she stepped out of them and allowed him to lift them to his eager face. He inhaled her scent, smelled her sexual excitement and then stuck his tongue into the center to taste what was there.

  Chapter three

  “I think that I should start with making you feel happy. It has always been my personal belief that if a man can master the oral that women will do practically anything he wants.” She had her hands on his shoulders and he could feel her long fingernails digging into his skin. His shirt was open. For the first time, he had no idea how she had done that without him noticing. “You look absolutely delicious and I’m one man that is famished.” He once again drank from the liquid encouragement and then allowed her to do the same thing.

  “I have to warn you that champagne goes to my head. I get a little crazy.” She had always been the kind of girl that would dance on the tabletop and do those crazy things that you would see young nubile bodies doing on spring break. She was always the first to volunteer her services for the wet tee shirt contest.

  “That’s very good to know, Josie.” They had a moment to converse, but they really didn’t know anything more than their first names. It was enough and their bodies were now doing the talking for them. “I think that I have made you wait long enough. I told you that I was hungry, but it has nothing to do with food.” He wasn’t going to throw away the opportunity to have this young piece.

  “Don’t just say what you’re going to do and just… DOOOOOOOO.” Her voice rose considerably and she bit into her tongue to make sure that those on the outside didn’t hear her. She felt something cold and knew from what he had already done that he was duplicating the action down below. The jarring sensation tickled her clit and then he compounded the issue with his hot mouth enveloping that tiny little nub.

  Payton looked up and saw this woman with her eyes half closed and knew that it was only a matter of time before he sank every single inch into her more than willing body. He needed to pave the way and the only way that he knew how to do that was with his fingers. He peeled open the petals of her sex, seeing that she was wet to the touch and finding that her nectar was from the gods themselves. He had his fair share of going down on women, but Josie had a certain flavor that was better than all the others.

  Payton had become obsessed and became like a ravenous animal that had its leash taken off. His tongue was invading her personal space. He had his hands on her ass keeping her plastered against his mouth and the eagerness of his fingers stirring up her libido. He had to admit that it was doing wonders for his. His hardness was literally drumming to its own beat inside his pants. He liked having her this way and knowing that those on the other side were oblivious to what was going on behind closed doors. The music was loud and anything that they did inside this room would be masked by the crowd getting into the beat at the time.

  He slapped her cheeks and heard the echo of the crack like music to his ears. He did that a few times. He heard her gasp with a certain pleasure that came with a mixture of pain. He had three fingers deeply inside of her, enclosed by her heat and muscles that were now making him think about what it would feel like to plunge deep between her legs.

  Josie had taken a page from his book, grabbing onto the bottle of champagne and downing half of it in one swallow. Things were getting crazy and there was no need for this to ever end. She wanted to take off her clothes and let him bend her to his will. It was going to get rough and she was going to make him do it right the first time. She was going to tell him what she liked and be damned the consequences of trying to lead him by the hand. “I want you to spin me around and then I will bend over and let you kiss my ass.” She felt his huge body move her around with ease, until she was standing once again, but with her ass up against his face. She bent at an angle and looked at where he was now holding her open and stabbing her repeatedly with the long angle of his tongue.

  “I hope that you’re ready for my kind of tough love.” Payton had no regrets about his life. The millions that he was already getting from his contract with the sharks paled in comparison to his investment portfolio. He had billions and this was a secret that he had never revealed to any one. He really didn’t need the contract to be that lucrative, but he wasn’t about to roll over and play dead like some sort of dog. He allowed those that worked for him to work out the details. He would’ve probably accepted anything to play the sport that he loved, but his agent was dead set on making it something legendary.

  The feel of his fingers slipping in and out of her was amazing. She wanted it to continue for, as long as possible. She was close to having that moment and watching his eager face and the way that he was enjoying himself was too much. She actually enjoyed watching him, more than she did feeling his fingers and it was the combination of both of those things that took her over the top. “I’m ready for it… God damn… I’ve been ready for it from the moment that I saw you from across the room.” Her legs were shaky with her knees knocking. It was a wonder that she didn’t just face plant into the glass coffee table in front of her.

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nbsp; Payton felt that she was close and it wouldn’t take much to make it happen. It came in the form of his tongue circling her clit and then pulling it with his teeth. He was grazing along its surface to get her to let out a banshee cry that could probably shatter glass.

  Josie fell back against him with her ass against his face and her hands now holding onto the top of the sofa. She grinded in a circle, enjoying keeping him in his place, but it was the thumping member of his sex that caught her attention. She caught her second wind and then she bent over once more, but this time she traced the outline of his love stick with first her eyes and then with her nimble fingers. She opened the zipper and saw the bulge obscenely showing its girth. His excitement that was quite evident by the moisture that had spread with a stain at where the head was currently pressing up against the waistband.

  Josie grabbed onto the bottle of champagne and poured herself another one from the long neck. She turned it towards his mouth and he opened like some sort of lap dog. His outstretched tongue caught the liquid and she watched, as a lot of it drizzled down over his well defined chest. The hairs were soaked in it and the rivers that followed made a beeline for his belt line.

  “I think…that we should slow things down a little.” She could almost hear the sigh of resignation. He didn’t like that she was putting the brakes on, but what he didn’t realize was that she was only teasing. “You can’t possibly think that I was serious. I’m too far gone to give a damn about anything, but my own pleasure and yours.” She flicked her fingernail at the split down the middle in his underwear. The red material separated and she caught her breath, as she got her first look at the product of what his mother gave him or maybe it was his father.