by N Kuhn
“Jackson, cabs here. See you tomorrow?” He smiles at me, placing his hand on top of mine.
“You gonna be ok here with this hell raiser Sissy?”
Snickering at the nickname he gave me when he couldn’t remember Sarah, I smile at him.
“Yes Jackie. Now get on home before Mary calls me mad that you’re late again.”
“It was nice meeting you sir. I sure hope to see you again while I’m in town.”
The men shake hands and then it’s just me and Jason. Hot, sexy, beautiful, famous Jason.
“What time do you guys close around here?” he asks me as I begin washing down the bar.
“Whenever it’s empty. You’re welcome to stay. It will still take me a good half hour to close down. You want another one?” I motion towards his drink.
“Sure, only if you’re having one with me.”
“Why the hell not,” I shrug, pouring us both a finger of Jack.
He gives me a look of surprise. Hey, what can I say, I drink like the boys. I shrug my shoulders and smile at him.
“He’s a nice guy. All these guys seem to really like you.”
“Thanks. Yea, they’re great. It’s a laid back job. Plus, most of them just want someone to talk to, you know?”
“Yea, I’m glad I found this place. It’s nice to be somewhere I can relax, where I don’t know anyone, you know? Where I can just be myself.”
I smile at him, pretending I don’t know what he means. There goes any ideas I had of asking him for an autograph. Maybe my boss will let me print out a still from the security feed. Something, anything to remind me that I was within touching distance of this God like man. Oh man, now I sound creepy even to myself.
“Sure. It’s nice.” Throwing back my drink, I sit down in front of him.
“So, Sarah, what is it you do when you’re not working?”
“Um, well, not much really. Read, go out with some friends. That’s about it.”
“Yea? You got a man?”
My heart races. Did Jason Ward just ask me if I have a man? Holy shit. Taking in a deep breath, I blow it out, trying to calm down before answering.
“No, there’s no man. Not around here. The guys in this town are all muscle bound dumbasses or just plain morons. I prefer to get off, not just be grunted over.”
Immediately I feel my face flame with heat. I can’t believe I just told him that no one here gets me off. Covering my face with my hand, I mumble an apology, which he couldn’t hear over his laughter. Standing, I turn to head over to the sink. I may as well clean up now. I’m stopped in my tracks as long fingers wrap around my arm, pulling me back. I look down to see Jason holding my arm. He’s up, leaning over the bar, inches from my face. Taking a step back towards him, he reaches up with his other hand, caressing my cheek. Instinctively I press my face into his palm, moaning. Damn, I really need to get out more often. I’m practically purring in this man’s hand and all he’s touched is my face. Like a moth to flame, I move closer to him. Stopping before we touch, he pulls me the rest of the way and the moment his lips touch my mouth, I melt. Leaning into the bar, trying to get as close as possible, his fingers wrap in my hair, pulling my head back. Another moan escapes between my lips, cut off by the crushing of our mouths together. His tongue flicks across my lips, then pushes past, invading my mouth. He tastes like Jack, cigars and testosterone. The heat and wetness pooling in my panties starts to feel like Niagara Falls and my legs shake. Pulling away from me so I can see his eyes, Jason smiles.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night, since you basically told me I couldn’t order any bitch drinks.”
With his hand still in my hair, he pulls me back to him, but I stand my ground.
“There’s an office,” I whisper against his lips.
Letting go of me, he gets up, heading towards the back of the bar.
“Lead the way beautiful,” he motions with his arm.
Matching his pace, keeping our eyes on each other, his smile almost does me in. Reaching the end of the bar, he moves towards me in a flash. Before I realize it, his enormous arms are wrapped around my waist, fingers grabbing at my ass. He lifts me off the ground and I wrap myself around him like a monkey. Holding on for dear life, I grind my searing hot pussy against his cock. I can feel his hardness between us. As he growls, he pulls away just long enough to ask me what direction. Unable to form a coherent thought, I just point behind me. As he carries me towards the office we use to count the money, as he fumbles his way through, I feel the doorjamb crush into my back. It doesn’t even bother me. Wrapping my hands around his face, the hairs tickle my skin and I rub my cheek across it. More moans fall from my lips. As he sets me down on the desk, his hands find their way to my breasts. As his thumbs circle my nipples through the coarse material, I feel them harden. Hooking a finger in the bottom of my shirt, he quickly yanks it up over my head revealing my red bra. Never have I been so glad I wore something sexy to work. I hear his sigh as he stares at my body.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Before I can respond, he covers my mouth with his, and I pull at his shirt. My fingers feel the ridges of his muscles and I wrap my arms around him, holding him against my warm body. Feeling like I’m on fire, the pleasure grows inside my stomach.
Finishing the task I started, he pulls his shirt over his head, gracing me with a look at the sculpted body beneath. Apparently the tattoos he has on the show are fake, because I see nothing but flawless skin. Leaning in, I lick his chest, the skin glistening beneath my tongue. Kissing my way up and across his jaw, he groans.
“I can’t take it, I need you. Now,” he growls.
Picking me up from the desk, he sets me on my feet. Crouching, the denim is yanked down, baring the matching thong to my bra. His breath hitches as he reaches down, sliding my jeans, shoes and all off. His rough fingers move slowly back up, reaching the thin material of my panties. Moving them aside, his tongue licks at my sex.
“You taste so good. You’re so wet for me too.”
His tongue resumes licking at my core as I feel his fingers slide inside of me. Leaning back on the desk, I try to hold on to something, anything, to keep me from floating away in my pleasure. Reaching forward, I lace my fingers in his hair, trying to pull his face closer to me. As the digits slide in and out of me, caressing my inner walls, his tongue matches rhythm across my clit.
“Jason,” I scream out as I climax, feeling the hot juices slide down his fingers, down my legs.
Removing himself from inside of me, he licks, lapping up all that my body has to give. Roughly, he spins me around as he stands. He pushes my face down onto the desk and I hear his zipper slide down. In the silence of the office, I can hear his panting, my moaning and it sounds amplified. My body shakes, enjoying the orgasm it’s just had. Placing a hand on the back of my neck, his other on my hip, he thrusts himself inside of me without warning. His hand moves from my neck, wrapping in my hair. He yanks back slightly, so my head is held down on the desk, but I can see him from the corner of my eye. The thick fullness of having him inside of me sends more shudders throughout my body. I scream out as I feel myself clamping down on him. My body feels full, whole. His cock twitches inside of me, and he bends down over my body.
“You’re so tight,” he pulls out slowly, then thrusts in harder. “So wet and tight.”
Slowly his speed builds until he’s pounding me into the desk. I can’t move, he has me pinned down. The pain from the desk hitting my hips is replaced by the building of another massive orgasm. My sight grows dim as my body bucks, begging for more.
“Harder,” I yell out, wanting to feel his cock slam into me.
Giving me what I want, he throws himself inside of me. Sliding in and out, the sound of our bodies colliding is erotic bliss to my ears. He reaches a hand between my legs, flicking at my clit while his cock slams inside of me. Screaming out as I release, I feel him still inside of me, pushed as far in as he can go. As the quakes ripple through my body, I hear
him hiss.
“I can’t take it baby, sorry, you’re pussy is so sweet.”
With a final thrust, I feel him quiver inside of me, finding his own release.
Both spent, we stay there, panting, gasping, and trying to regain our breath. His hand disentangles from my hair and he smacks my ass as he pulls out.
“Mmm, my god. I don’t think I can walk,” I whisper.
My legs shake and I feel his laughter more than hear it as he vibrates on top of me. When he pulls himself free of my body, my knees weaken and I’m afraid to move. His hands grab at my shoulders, lifting and spinning me towards him. He wraps himself around me, holding my body against him. His chest rising and falling with each breath. Fingers tangle in my hair again. God I love it when a man pulls my hair. He moves my head to the side and softly nips at my neck.
“Why don’t you come back to my room tonight? I can wait for you to close up here. I think I owe it to you to take our time.”
What? I’m not sure my body can handle that right now. If this quickie was so intense, what would it be like for him to take his time? Nodding yes, he chuckles, bending down to pick up my clothes. As I pull my jeans on, I look up and find him staring at me, a smile plastered to his face.
“So, you decide where you want to do business yet?”
I try to make small talk while getting dressed. I’m trying to not make this awkward.
“You like our town?”
“Well, if this town has you, I think its good enough to work in,” he snickers.
“Yea, plus we have this private club you can come into and not be attacked by mobs of fans.”
The smile falls from his face, and I feel like I said something wrong.
“You know who I am?”
Nodding, I look away from him, hoping I didn’t just ruin the moment. I hear his footsteps near me. His hand grabs my chin, pulling me to face him. The smiles back.
“Good, then I don’t have to worry, lying to you about who I am. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
My heart is pounding so loud, I’m afraid he can hear it. I slowly follow him out of the office, my mind going a mile a minute. Tonight’s like a dream come true. The hottest man on TV and he wants me? He wants to do business here, which could only mean a movie or show being filmed here. Does this mean him and I will have lots of time to spend together? Questions flood my thoughts as I return behind the bar to start closing things out. Jason returns to his seat at the end of the bar, and I turn, catching him staring at me. He flashes me that panty soaking smile again. His husky voice pulling me from my thoughts.
“I think I’m going to love working in this town.” I couldn’t agree more.
Ryder’s
Pushing my Stetson back so I could see better, I scan the crowd. It’s packed in here tonight. But Ryder’s Heaven always is on a Saturday night. My brother has done well for himself with this place. When he bought it last year it was a rundown hole in the wall. Now it’s the place to be. Women in short skirts and tight jeans line dance into all hours of the night and men place bets on riding the bull or pool.
There’s always a fresh batch of women to pick for the night too. With the local college close by, the girls flock to this place, all hoping to find them a cowboy to tie down. I hate being here, but being out of town, Ryder had asked me to look in on the place. I’d rather be down at Whistler’s, the hole in the wall bar down the road. At least there I know the women are of age and just looking to get laid. Especially the little blonde waitress. I can never remember her name, but she’s pretty good in the sack. They aren’t city slicker girls just trying to dress up and snag a cowboy to show off to their friends. I steer clear of this place as much as possible.
“Chase,” someone shouts. I spin, looking at Jessie the bartender.
“I need help. Bobby called in, so we’re short on security and there’s a fight brewing over there.”
I follow her gaze to the corner near the bull pen. Nodding, I try to push my way towards it. If she’s asking for help, it must be bad. I’ve seen her throw grown men out on their asses before. Hell, being our little sister, we taught her to do that. But then again, its three deep to get to the bar, so she can’t really get out from behind there to help. As I near the pen, I see Ricky. I hate this guy. He’s been trouble since he could walk. Ryder and I have had run ins with him our whole lives and drinking just makes him meaner than a rattler that got stepped on.
Taking in the situation, I see Ricky holding up some guy by his neck while a pretty little red head is screaming at him. As she bounces around like a boxer looking for a hit, her breasts shake in her flimsy top. She takes my breath away, and for someone like me, who’s always surrounded by hotties, that says something. She turns to look at me, piercing me with stunning brown eyes that remind me of coffee, she puts her hands on her tiny little hips. She couldn’t be more than five foot but her short little denim skirt makes her legs look a mile long. Her pink cowboy boots match the little tank top she wears. Plastering a grim look on my face, I march towards them. The crowd surrounds us, trying to catch a glimpse of the action, but stay back enough that they won’t get involved if a fight really breaks out. A lot of people around here are afraid of Ricky. Not me. Laying my hand on Ricky’s shoulder, he looks over at me.
“Get lost Chase,” he growls at me.
“Tell this animal to put my brother down,” the girl starts shouting at me.
“Ma’am, please step back. I don’t need you getting hurt here. I got this under control,” I try to push her back, but she stands her ground firm.
Her tight little body has more muscle than I gave her credit for. She’s like my sister. Small but strong.
“Ricky, come on man, put him down, we can work this out. I know you can’t afford to get kicked out of here. Ryder said one more fight and you’re not going to be allowed back ever again.”
The guy in Ricky’s grasp was white as a sheet. Must be a city boy. Dressed in his polo shirt and khakis, he’s tall, but wiry. I can see him shaking. It takes all I have to not laugh at the kid. I’m surprised he hasn’t pissed himself yet. Ricky’s big. Spends all his time hauling hay or working out at the gym. He’s not someone to mess with.
“This asshole grabbed me. My brother was just trying to protect me, even though I don’t need it.”
The girl yells as she tries to lunge past me at Ricky. Grabbing her with my arm, I wrap it around her waist, hoisting her up off the ground. As her body squirms against me, I groan. Her pert little ass grinding against my cock is not a great idea. I’m already turned on by how hot she is, but to feel that warmth pressed against my body is turning my brain to mush. Holding her tight, I turn so I’m between her and Ricky.
“Yea Chase. You’re right. One more fight and I’m out of here. Guess it’s a good thing I like Whistler’s better than this shit bar.”
As he sets the guy down, he turns towards me, as if about to leave. Instead, I get a fist to the face. I wasn’t expecting it, so I was unprepared to defend myself. As I feel my body fall, I let go of the girl, hoping I don’t crush her. Then everything goes black.
Music and bright lights force their way into my head. It’s throbbing and sore. I try to sit up but am assaulted by pain.
“Shh, just relax,” I hear a woman whisper.
Prying my eyes open, I look around the room. I’m in the back office of Ryder’s. Man, my brother is going to be pissed about Ricky. I can’t believe I let that asshole get the drop on me. He sucker punched me. Rubbing my jaw with my hand I look up at the fierce little woman kneeling beside me. Her hair the color of the morning red sky. Her eyes filled with concern, she tries to smile at me. Behind her, the man she called her brother stands against Ryder’s desk glaring at me.
“I could have handled him,” he mutters under his breath.
Next to me Beau, the security on shift tonight leans on the door, amusement masking his face. I nod at him as he looks between me and the little guy. Pushing myself up, the girl holds her hand
out as if to help me stand. Ignoring it, I climb to my feet.
“Chase, you good man? I need to get back to the door and make sure Ricky doesn’t sneak back in.”
“Yea Beau, go ahead. Thanks man.”
He shrugs and leaves. I turn towards the pretty little lady and take my hat she holds out in her hands. Running my hand through my short black hair, I slide it back on top of my head.
“You two ok now? Sorry about Ricky. He’s a pretty mean drunk.”
“Oh, yes, thank you. I’m sorry you got hit. I could have handled it though,” she says to me, holding out her hand. “I’m Stella.”
I look down at her hand as if it’s going to bite me. She sure is confident for a little woman. Shaking it, I look at her brother.