But the truth was that I didn’t need it. I didn’t need clitoral stimulation this time. I didn’t need to use my own hand.
I was beginning to orgasm, to climax, just from penetration, from his beautiful cock ramming me over and over, from his hot body pressing down against mine, from his weight, his sensual musky smell….
I climaxed. It was wonderful. It felt like pleasure simply pouring up and through me. It felt as if it would never end.
“I’m cumming,” I said, moaning loudly, as if we were all alone on an island with no one to hear us. The reality was that the guests in the neighboring hotel rooms probably did hear me—it was simply that loud.
“I know,” said Colton, without a trace of humor in his voice. His voice was simply ringing with sex, with lust, with desire.
In a moment, he was cumming too. We climaxed like that, together, with me underneath him, pressed down into the mattress.
His powerful bucking stopped. He made one final movement, shoving his cock as far and as deep inside of me as he could, before freezing. I felt his cock spasming as it pumped load of cum after load of cum.
I was sure I could feel his cum flooding my insides…the thought of it seemed to increase my own pleasure.
I moaned again loudly.
Colton grunted as the last of his cum pumped from his mighty cock.
“Wow,” he said, rolling off me, and collapsing on the bed.
I lay where I was. The most intense portion of the orgasm was over, but I was still feeling the waves of pleasure washing through me.
9
Colton
Colton felt completely depleted. He looked over at the woman who he had just had sex with in his hotel room…he had picked her up at his disaster of an autograph press meeting…at a stripper bar no less. It was a good thing he had fired that disaster of a manager…he could find a better one himself. Maybe he would even be his own manager.
This woman had been completely wild in bed. She had squirmed and moaned in all the right ways that had turned him on like nothing else.
Unfortunately, for the life of him, Colton couldn’t even begin to remember her name.
He was still wickedly hung over from the night before. He had taken a whiskey at the club during the signing, thinking that it would help him recover. Unfortunately, it had just made him worse. For a couple minutes, he had actually felt drunk all over again.
Now, he still had a pounding headache, and his body felt like it was made of lead. He hoped his performance hadn’t been too bad…after all, it had seemed like the woman had enjoyed herself. He certainly had…he had needed that…needed some sexual release with a proper woman.
She had been so different than the young 18-year-old girl fans that normally flocked to him after the rodeo matches. She had a certain mature air about her, a sexual air, and of course she simply was more experienced and really seemed like she knew what she was doing.
Plus, there had been some kind of connection between them during the sex...it wasn’t something that had happened often, if ever, to Colton, so he wasn’t sure if he had just been imagining it or what. But he had felt something…it had been as if her body was communicating its desires directly to Colton…some invisible thread or magnetic force between them.
She seemed to be sleeping now. She was snoring ever so softly, and her naked breasts were rising and falling as she breathed in her sleep. She had fallen asleep on her side, with one arm around Colton.
She looked so cute, so beautiful, that Colton actually felt some kind of pain in his chest. This was a feeling that he hadn’t felt in a long time…not since he was a teenager and first in love.
“Shit,” said Colton, to himself. “This has already gotten serious, and I don’t even know her fucking name.”
He got up, slowly slinking out from under the woman’s beautiful arm, so as not to wake her up. Standing there, above her, he looked carefully at her body, examining every inch of her beauty. She wasn’t like the models on TV and magazines, nor like the porn stars. She was a real beauty…a natural, the kind of woman that made him think of having children…
He shook that thought out of his head. He didn’t have time for children, let alone a serious relationship. After all, he needed to think about his career. He needed to think about finding a new manager. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in this shit…in love…not right now.
He needed to clear his head. He stood for a moment in the bathroom mirror, looking at his naked body. He was covered in tattoos. Each meant something to him. Each was a story. Each was a representation of another time in his life, a representation of some obstacle he had overcome.
This was nothing but another obstacle. He had to overcome it just like all the others. He needed to do what he had to do. So he did what he always did: he buried his feelings deep down, locking them away deep inside himself.
Colton dressed quickly and silently, careful not to wake up the beautiful woman on the bed…the beautiful woman that he knew he felt something for…something so powerful that the only thing he knew to do was run away from it…run as far away and as fast as he could.
He gathered his things and left through the back entrance to the hotel. His truck was parked out back. He threw his duffel bag in the passenger’s seat.
On the flatbed portion of his pickup, his motorcycle was siting there, strapped in, just waiting to be ridden.
With a little bit of work, he undid the straps and lowered the motorcycle to the parking lot pavement with the aid of a moveable metal ramp.
It was a Triumph motorcycle. He had always preferred this brand. It looked something like an old fashioned Harley from the 1950s. It was the same model that Bob Dylan had favored in the 1960s.
The stock model of this bike was already fast. But Colton had paid good money to have it modified. Now, underneath the classic exterior, a wickedly fast modern engine was waiting to be used, waiting to propel the bike much faster than the traffic laws allowed.
Colton checked the bike. Even though he was a rodeo star, he knew quite a lot about motorcycles, and not just as a fan boy. He actually understood quite well how they worked.
All the parts were working…everything was in order.
He swung one blue-jeaned leg over the motorcycle.
He hit the ignition, kicking the bike to life.
The engine roared. He spun the accelerator handle. With the bike in neutral, the engine roared.
In a moment, he was off.
Colton roared out of the dark hotel parking lot, his single headlight illuminating a path in front of him.
He found himself speeding through the cool Texas night. He didn’t have on a motorcycle helmet or even a leather jacket. He just had his tight blue jeans and his western shirt, which was flapping wildly in the wind. But he didn’t care. He knew what he was doing, and he’d only ever had one serious accident. And he’d learned well from that what not to do.
He was out on the open road. Nothing could have felt better…if only he hadn’t been hung over.
There had been a time when Colton had needed to choose between his rodeo career and motorcycle racing. He had shown an early talent for both. It was a hard call now whether he had made the right decision…he was certainly ranked highly, as his former manager had just recently told him. But the life wasn’t what he had expected, to say the least.
He needed a new manager as soon as possible.
He pulled over to the side of the road, downshifting and braking.
Colton took out his cell phone. He checked the time. It was a little late. But not too late for a star like him, he thought, laughing to himself….how could he be so full of himself?…but it was good to laugh at oneself, even for silly reasons, like a funny phrase that popped into one’s head.
He stopped laughing long enough to make a phone call. He still had an old flip phone for a cell phone…aside from motorcycles, he had never been one for fancy new gadgets. He just liked things that
worked.
“John? Hey, this is Colton.”
“Colton! How are you, man? I just was looking at the rankings in the paper. Not bad…not bad at all, buddy. Not for an old Amarillo boy like you, eh?”
Colton laughed. “You got that right,” he said. “But we got to stay humble, right? Us kids from Amarillo didn’t have much when we were growing up, and we got to remember that.”
Colton and John were old school friends. Colton’s parents had never been around much. They had spent most of their time at the bars getting drunk together. John’s parents had been much more stable. They had owned a motorcycle shop, so Colton and John spent almost every afternoon after school there, slowly learning how to help out around the shop, and eventually how to repair motorcycles.
It was through John and his parents that Colton had gotten into rodeo. He and John had started riding their motorcycles to the local events, just to watch. Eventually they’d gotten involved in some amateur events. Initially, John had showed much more talent than Colton. Colton still thought John had more talent than he did…at least naturally speaking. But John had stopped his career right when he was starting to get really good, right when he could have turned pro…just to go to college. Now, he was a lawyer. He was still interested in the sport, but his bull riding days were long over.
“So what’s going on, Colton? I haven’t heard from you in a couple years now.”
“I’m sorry, man. It’s just…the whole rodeo thing has really…it’s been tough.”
“Doesn’t seem like it’d be so bad to be in first place,” said John. “I’m sure there are a lot of perks to the job. I mean the girls along, man, am I right? They must be flocking to you.”
“I’d be lying if I said they weren’t,” said Colton. “But honestly I wish I’d settled down like you, a wife and kids.”
“I wouldn’t say that so fast if I were you,” said John, lowering his voice, as if his wife was nearby and could hear him. “So what is the famous Colton doing anyway calling me at midnight? I’m dying to know what the favor is.”
“How do you know it’s a favor I need?” said Colton, growing a little upset. But it was OK. He knew John didn’t mean anything by it. They were such old friends, they could say practically anything to each other. They were also such old friends that they knew how the other one worked perfectly. John and his family had happily given Colton everything he had now: they’d given him the future in the rodeo that his parents had been unable to provide him. John’s parents had kept driving Colton to practice even after John had abandoned the sport entirely and left for college in New York.
“I just know, Colton, buddy,” said John, laughing into the phone. “It’s no big deal. Just spit it out already. I don’t have much time. I still have some chores to do…take out the trash, do the dishes...”
“She’s really got you working then, your wife, right?” said Colton, chuckling a little to himself.
“Ain’t that right,” said John. “But listen I’m not complaining. She’s a great woman.”
“She is,” said Colton. “Fine, I’ll get on with it then. I had to fire my manager. There’s no point in going into the story much. But I need someone new. I need someone really good.”
“Aren’t there a lot of guys that specialize in managing rodeo stars?” said John. “I’m sure you’ll have no problems finding one if you’re number one in the whole country.”
“It’s not that…it’s that these guys are really good at doing a certain thing…they know about the rodeo. But they don’t know about anything else…they don’t know about making someone a regular celebrity, you know? Someone with popular appeal. My guy had me working events at strip clubs…”
“Wow, sounds terrible,” said John, sarcastically. “All those naked chicks around…completely terrible, man.”
“But really, it’s a real problem. I’m not going to be able to stay on the bull forever, so to speak. And I don’t really have any other skills.”
“What about motorcycles?”
“At this point, I have more of a fan boy knowledge. I don’t know enough to actually work for anyone. And if I was a bigger star with bigger mass appeal, I’d be able to work doing promotion or something…it’s just that I’ve seen too many guys who were once great wind up in awful positions…I can’t take this life forever, John. I’ve got to find some stability, and this is the only way I know how to do it.”
“I hear you, man. And yeah, I know of some of the guys you’re talking about. Having watched the sport for years, it’s hard not to take note of the old guys you used to admire…they’re just no where to be seen now, and probably living without much more than social security checks to support themselves.”
“Exactly,” said Colton. “So I need someone who understands…well, who understands the wider world better. Maybe some kind of media expert. I don’t know exactly who I’m looking for.”
“Look, Colton, I have just the guy for you.”
“Shit, yeah? This is why I called you, John. You always have the weirdest and most unexpected connections.”
“Well, being a lawyer for celebrities will do that to you. Listen, this guy is the absolute best. And he’s always looking for new projects. A rodeo star like you would be perfect for him. He’ll make you a household name within the next few months, I can practically promise you that.”
“Wow,” said Colton, unable to think of anything to say. This was exactly what he’d been looking for.
“Now, I have to warn you. This guy is…a little unconventional. He’s a little weird. Perhaps a little eccentric in his methods. But there’s no arguing with the fact that the guy gets results. He’s worked with practically a quarter of the newest movie starts.”
“He sounds absolutely perfect. What’s his name?”
“His name? Cambridge Whitecliff.”
10
Katy
I woke up with the morning light coming in through the blinds.
Where was he? That was the first thing I thought.
I thought we had shared something special…I thought there had been a real connection
I immediately felt like a fool, an idiot. Was I really just another woman for this rodeo champion? He had a new woman every night. There had been one when I had come into the room with him. What had made me think I was so special? Why had I fooled myself into thinking there was some connection between us?
This was typical me…I was always thinking there was something special when there wasn’t. I had done this all through my life…only recently, in the last few years, I had resigned myself to the fact that there was something wrong with me that made me undesirable as a real partner for a man…that’s why I just slept with guy after guy at the weddings to amuse myself, to pump up my self esteem a little bit…but it wasn’t nearly enough.
Looking at myself in the hotel bathroom mirror that morning, I had rarely felt worse about myself.
I gathered my clothes together and dressed myself as quickly as I could.
It seemed as it Colton had taken everything with him already. Had he left in the middle of the night?
I had one last moment of hope. There was a piece of paper sitting under the remote control on the desk…it looked as if it might be a note. Maybe he had needed to leave for an emergency, and then left me a note with his phone number…and a message saying he had had a wonderful time and that he would be anxiously awaiting my phone call.
I went to grab it…eagerly.
But it was nothing.
It was just a scrap of paper….
But wait, there was another side to it.
I flipped it over, hoping against all hope.
I wanted my wish to be true. I wanted it to be a note from Colton more than anything I had ever wanted.
It was a note all right.
But it was a note from the girl who had been here the night before…or for all I knew another girl entirely.
“Colton, I hope you
call me. I had a wonderful time,” read the note.
“Damnit,” I said to myself, angrily.
I couldn’t believe it.
How had I fooled myself with another ridiculous false hope?
I slunk out of the backdoor to the hotel.
I spent a few minutes in the parking lot, looking for my car. Or a sign of Colton’s truck. But neither was to be seen.
“Shit,” I said, remembering that I had gotten a ride here with Colton, and that my car was likely still at the strip club in the parking lot.
That was just great, I thought.
My car had a huge advertisement on both sides. The advertisement had my face and name, saying “Expert Wedding Planner” with my phone number and professional email address.
Now anyone driving by would be able to clearly see my car in front of a strip club that had a neon picture of a topless girl incorporated into its gigantic billboard sign. That wasn’t going to be good for my business, no matter how you looked at it. I had an image to maintain, and strip clubs weren’t part of it.
I didn’t want to go back to the hotel to call taxi. I didn’t want to face the people at the front desk…I had never stayed in this hotel, and it was nice to have one or two hotels in town that didn’t know my face as the woman who had stayed overnight with a man, without luggage, and without a reservation, without even a toothbrush.
I decided to walk. I set off down the highway. There wasn’t even a sidewalk.
As I walked along, the cars whizzed by me as if I wasn’t there. More than a couple times, I had to jump out of the way, since they seemed to have no problem with driving right in the shoulder where I was walking.
The sky was grey. It seemed like it had been grey forever.
My phone started buzzing in my pocket. I took the thing out. I was so frustrated, I was ready to throw it away forever…what was the point of answering the phone if it wasn’t Colton? And he didn’t even have my number. And I was sure he didn’t want to call me…how stupid I was! I cursed myself again for falling for a man who clearly didn’t want anything more from me than my body.
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