Rough Rider

by Harley Fox

  But when I turn around, trying to calculate how to get as drunk as possible while spending the least amount of money, that’s when I see him. I almost stagger to a stop when my eyes fall on this man, standing tall, practically looming over everybody else. He’s off to one side, his head towering over all the others around him. He takes a drink from his bottle of beer, the muscles against his white t-shirt beneath the leather jacket rippling and writhing as he does.

  And up above, beneath his short-cut jet-black hair are two of the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen … and they’re looking right at me.

  My heart skips a beat, and at the same time the space down between my legs becomes hot.

  I don’t know what to say or do. I can’t seem to move from where I’m standing. I see his eyes move down slowly over my body, and then back up again, resting once more on my face. Then he steps forward, through the crowd. His eyes never leave mine, and when he stops right in front of me I have to crane my neck so I’m not staring at his chest.

  “Hi,” he says, and the deep growl of his voice sends another wave of heat down between my thighs. I have to swallow because my mouth has suddenly become cotton.

  “Hi,” I say in return.

  “Looks like you’re dry,” he says, nodding toward my glass.

  Not even close, I think. With him standing so close I can smell him — he smells like oil and sweat and muscle and man. I breathe him in and nod my head.

  “I was going to get another one,” I say.

  But he shakes his head.

  “No,” he says to me in a low voice. “I want you to be completely here when I fuck you.”

  A shiver runs up through my spine as he plucks the glass out of my hand and places it on a table, dropping his beer off as well.

  “Now,” he says. “Come with me.”

  This man — whose name I don’t even know — takes my hand with a surprising gentleness and leads me down onto the dance floor. Not a minute before I was wondering just how drunk I’d have to be in order not to care, and now I’m stepping down, practically sober, and following one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met.

  We pass by Lindsay and she sees who I’m with, giving me a wide-eyed look. I return the same as he takes me out to the middle of the floor. Then he turns around and, placing my hand on his hip, pulls me close to him. Our bodies press together and I feel him, hard against me.

  He looks down at me as he begins to sway with the music. I’m surprised that a man of his size can move with such elegance, and I try to keep up as best I can.

  In the back of my mind I feel like everybody’s watching us; everybody is staring. But his eyes are locked with mine and all those negative thoughts — along with everyone else on the dance floor — begin to dissolve away.

  My body sways with his. The music drowns out all other noise. The room goes dark around us as we move, his strong hands grabbing the small of my back, our feet shuffling together.

  I feel him breathing, that rock-solid mass of muscle expanding and contracting against my own soft body. One of his hands slides up my spine and a shiver moves through me. His fingers thread through my hair, cradling the back of my head, and without a word, without any hesitation, he bends down and plants his lips onto mine.

  It feels as though the ground beneath us has dropped away, but still we’re floating. I breathe deeply through my nose as I place my hand on the back of his, feeling his callouses against my fingers. His tongue moves in between my lips and I let it. He explores me, his grip on my body tightening, pulling me in closer.

  And then I feel it: something long and stiff, pushing itself against my lower body.

  What is that? my naive self thinks, but only a second before it dawns on me: it’s his … his cock! He’s getting hard, just from kissing me!

  He moans and I feel the rumble in his throat. My heart beats harder inside my chest. His hand on my back pulls me in harder … and I let him.

  Then the kiss suddenly breaks off and for a moment I think I’m dreaming. The space around us starts moving again and I remember we’re surrounded by people. People dancing, people drinking. But we’ve stopped dancing. We’ve stopped moving entirely.

  I look up into his eyes and see him looking down at me. His expression is unreadable. I feel him still hard inside his jeans, and part of me wants him to take off my clothes and fuck me right here and now. But I know that’s not going to happen, I remind myself.

  “Come with me,” he says, and he takes my hand as he turns away, heading toward the back of the building.

  … is it?

  I follow him, snaking between the massive throng of people. I see my mystery man reach down as he’s walking and adjust the front of his pants. A smile touches my lips. That was for me, I think to myself. He got that from kissing me.

  We reach the back wall where a door sits, a bright red Exit sign hanging above it. He pushes through and I follow, and when the door closes we find ourselves outside, in an alley behind the bar.

  It’s dark. It’s grungy, and dirty, and there’s a dumpster right beside us. But I don’t care. Because when he spins around and looks at me, he’s all I can see.

  He reaches forward and grabs onto me, planting his lips onto mine again. This time his cock presses hard into my belly. It dawns on me: he wasn’t adjusting his pants to hide himself; he was making it more comfortable!

  His hands grab onto my ass and he picks me up. I moan as my legs instinctively wrap around him. The red dress rides up to my waist but I don’t care. No man has ever tried picking me up before, but he did it with ease. I lean forward and hold onto him, my fingers slipping underneath the collar of his leather jacket. As I run my hands down his back it feels like his entire body is made of muscle. Everywhere I touch is hard. I keep one arm where it is as I slide my other hand down between us, over his chest. His hard pecs stand out clearly and I feel myself get wetter just from touching him.

  His mouth leaves mine as he drops it down to my neck. I moan again and tilt my head to the side, giving him room. He kisses me hard and fast, like it’s his last act on Earth. Sparks fly through me and land right in my belly. His hands squeeze my ass and a deep surge moves through me. He moans as his fingertips inch inward, getting dangerously close to my soaking-wet panties.

  I feel him move closer and closer with every squeeze, his mouth moving furiously against my neck. And then, finally, I feel him touch me there and I let out a moan without even realizing it. He starts stroking my pussy over the wet fabric as, without breaking a sweat, his other hand leaves my ass and moves up to the back of my neck and then down, slipping the straps off my shoulders.

  I feel the fabric covering my breasts going slack as he pulls down on the straps. One arm at a time I slip out of them, and then he yanks the fabric down, baring myself to him. His mouth pulls away from me and I watch him, my heart hammering, as he stares at my chest.

  He’s disappointed, I immediately think. Most men are. When they’re used to women with racks like Lindsay’s, they expect you to have something a little more up top.

  But instead of calling it quits, or saying this isn’t going to work and ‘Can I just have a blowjob instead?’ his lips curve up into a slow smile.

  It’s the first time I’ve seen him smile at all.

  Suddenly he pulls me close and I gasp as I feel his mouth latch onto one of my breasts, sucking it in. His fingers start moving between my legs again and I reach forward, holding onto him. My mouth is open and I can’t stop my moans now as he draws exquisite pleasure up within me.

  My head drops down onto his and I feel his short black hair press against my cheek. He keeps sucking, keeps stroking my hot, wet pussy. My body is in a state of ebb and flow with this man — whose name I still don’t know! — as he sucks my hard nipple into his mouth, drawing another long moan out of me. I feel him grab the edge of my panties and pull them aside, and then I cry out as his fingers enter me.

  I’m holding onto him tight as I begin to shake, and the hand that’s on my b
ack moves down again. But he doesn’t go to my pussy to join his other one. Instead his hand disappears down below, and a moment later I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone.

  My heart hammers inside my chest. He fumbles around, adjusting himself, and then I feel it — him — that hard, thick thing pushing up against my ass.

  Just how big is he? I think as I feel him guide his way up between my legs. My breath catches in my throat as he finds the right spot. His head lifts up from my breast and he looks at me as I stare down at him. No words pass between us. And a moment later I feel his hold on me relax, and I slide down onto him.

  I swear, if my eyes could roll all the way around, they would. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, as this man’s thick, warm, hard cock fills me with every bit of passion and pleasure that no man has ever done before.

  He lowers me down farther, and farther, and somewhere I wonder just how much he has when I feel him hit the back of me, and I’m certain there’s still plenty more. He holds me there and I feel him, pulsing, throbbing inside of me. My breath hovers, waiting in my lungs. And then he leans forward and plants his lips on mine as he begins to fuck me.

  My bare breasts push down against his hard chest and leather jacket as he bounces me down onto him. My pussy is filled with the most incredible cock I’ve ever felt, and I can already feel myself beginning to shake. My legs have only a tenuous hold around his waist and my hands scrabble at his leather jacket for purchase.

  But he holds onto me as I bounce, and he thrusts his way deep into me. And as we fuck together in this filthy alley my moans stop me from being able to kiss him. And yet still he moves me, pushing himself up into my body. It’s all too much, and I know I can’t last much longer. But still he keeps going. He pushes me farther, harder, and I gasp for much-needed breath. He drives me down onto him and it’s more than I can take. I feel myself rising higher and higher, getting closer to the edge until, finally, I’m gone.

  I don’t envy his ears as my orgasm screams its way out of me. My fingers and pussy clench hard as my man’s cock drives up harder, pounding me down onto him. He moans, letting out harsh, deep sounds, but still he keeps fucking me. He lets out a roar as he pushes me back toward the building, landing with a thud against the brick wall. I feel myself pinned as he fucks me harder, driving my orgasm up to new heights.

  He’s going crazy now, and he lets out deep, roaring moans. The sound and feel of it makes me shake. My body rides high on this wave of pleasure. His head drops down and takes my breast in again, sucking hard on my nipple. I cry out in sweet, painful ecstasy.

  Hot molten pleasure flows down and out of my pussy. I hear us slamming together down between my legs. His hardness drives up into me, pounding my pussy without mercy. He moves faster, his mouth sucking hard, my body unable now to come down from this incredible orgasm.

  And then I hear it: his voice lets out a roar as he finally explodes his come deep up inside of me.

  The world around us could burst into flames and I wouldn’t give a damn. I can’t move as I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life. He keeps fucking me hard, shooting load after load of his hot cum deep into my pussy. I feel it flow out of me in waves, landing with a splash on the ground.

  And then, just as I know I can’t take any more, when I’m pretty certain any longer will have me die and go to heaven, he slows down and my body begins to relax.

  He takes his mouth from my breast and I pant heavily, feeling him still slide slowly inside of me. He lifts his head up and looks at me, his blue eyes glowing in the dim light from the far-away streetlamp. I look back at him, no idea of what to do or say. But he answers by leaning forward and kissing me. And as my eyes close and I kiss him back our mouths move together and he holds me, keeping me pushed up against the wall, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of my body.

  But it’s over too soon as he pulls back, breaking off the kiss. I move away from the wall and he leaves me, causing one final shiver as I feel him slip from my body. As he lowers me back down onto the ground I have to hold onto him to make sure my legs don’t collapse, they’re shaking so much. He puts his cock away before I get a good look at it and I adjust my panties and dress, making me look at least halfway back to normal.

  When I look up to meet his eyes he’s looking at me again. His expression — it’s unreadable, just like before. He takes a breath, as though he’s about to say something … but then he just exhales and turns around, walking down the alley toward the street.

  My mouth works in silence as I watch his slowly retreating back. I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what to say … what do you say after something like that?

  “Wait!” I call out before my brain has a chance to stop myself. He slows down and turns around, this tall muscular man silhouetted against the streetlamp in his leather jacket and jeans. Just seeing him stand there, even now, makes my heart flutter in my chest.

  “What’s your name?” I finally ask.

  He’s silent for a moment, staring at me, and I stare right back. It’s just the two of us out here; there’s nobody else around. And then I hear him answer me:

  “Jake,” he says. And that’s it. He turns back around and walks away, and I watch him go.

  Jake. The man who showed up and gave me something I never thought I’d get.

  Jake. The man who I know I’ll never see again.

  I take a deep breath and let it out as I watch him disappear around the corner and out of my life. Turning back to the door I pull it open, loud music from the bar immediately spilling out over me.

  It’s time to return to my normal life.

  Merryn

  I’m sitting at my desk at work, trying to concentrate on sending out these e-mails, but I can’t get my mind off of last night.

  That man … his strong arms … his huge, thick cock … and he took me. Out of all the girls there, he wanted only me.

  Of course, after the haze of alcohol and having been freshly fucked wore off, and I was back at my apartment drinking water and eating whatever leftovers I could find, I realized that it’s not like he was particularly attracted to me. Like I said before, I’m not blind. I know what men see when they look at me. And in his case, he probably just saw some drunk pussy who didn’t have a chance with any other guy there. An easy mark.

  But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. And boy, did I enjoy it. My legs were still shaking when I found Lindsay. She was still dancing with those guys but I pulled her aside and told her I was heading home.

  “What?” she yelled back to me. “But we just got here!”

  I told her what happened in as few words as I could. My stomach was growling, wondering where the food was. I forgot how hungry you became after amazing sex.

  Her eyes went wide when I described the man and the alley, and then she said she was going to leave with me.

  “No no,” I said. “You stay, you’re having a good time!”

  I almost had to peel her off of me, but I left on my own and took a cab back to my place. And I haven’t actually seen Lindsay yet today.

  “Merryn!”

  Never mind.

  I look up and see the girl herself walking toward me. She’s got a plastic grocery bag with what must be my work clothes from yesterday — I left them at her place after I changed into that red dress.

  “Hey,” she says, plopping the bag down on my desk. I reach underneath mine and fish out the brown paper bag with her dress in it, handing it to her.

  “Hey Lindsay,” I say. “Thanks for letting me borrow that dress. I would have given it back last night, but I really just—”

  “Yeah yeah yeah,” she says. “Are you busy right now?”

  “Uh,” I say, looking at my computer screen. But she doesn’t wait for a response.

  “Come with me to the break room,” she says, and then turns around and starts walking. I blink at her retreating back, wondering if she’s mad at me for taking her dress. Lindsay isn’t stopping so I g
et up from my desk, stashing the plastic bag of clothes underneath before following her.

  I get into the break room to find Lindsay pouring herself a cup of coffee.

  “Coffee?” she asks, and I nod. She takes another mug down and pours me a cup too, then hands it to me. Then she beckons me over to the table. The break room is empty except for us. As soon as we sit down she looks me straight in the eyes.

  “Okay,” she says. “So tell me about this guy from last night.”

  I sigh, relieved. Of course that’s what this is about! She’s staring at me with intense eyes and I can’t help but laugh.

  “He was just this guy,” I start, trying to play it off, but Lindsay is already shaking her head.

  “No way,” she says. “I saw you last night when you told me you were leaving to go home. You looked like you’d just finished sleeping with an entire football team! Now, tell me about him.”

  I smile again and think back to last night: back to the mystery surrounding this guy; to the way he hardly spoke; to how he took me in that alley without even asking; and how he knew exactly what I wanted, and exactly how I wanted it.

  A hot dampness between my legs brings me back to reality and I feel my cheeks flush. That’s not the first time I’ve gotten wet thinking about him, and I know it won’t be the last. Lindsay smiles at me.

  “Are you embarrassed to talk about him?” she asks. “Do you like him?”

  “No!” I blurt out. Of course I don’t like him. I’ve never seen him before and I’ll never see him again. I only know his first name, and he doesn’t even know mine — something I realized on the cab ride home. I breathe out a sigh and look my friend in the eyes.

  “No,” I tell her. “I don’t like him. What happened last night was … a one-night stand. And that was it.”

  “Looked to me like he gave you several nights’ worth,” she says.

  That’s putting it mildly, I think. I smile and shrug my shoulders.