Reverse Cowgirl

by Chance Carter

  Taking her in the bathroom, devouring her, cumming inside her, it was something I couldn’t resist. I needed to get it out of my system. But now I could move on.

  I wondered if I was worried about nothing. Maybe she wasn’t the regular clingy type of girl. She hardly said a word to me, let alone even looked at me, during dinner. Paul was getting way more attention from her. I could still hear her and Paul laughing behind me. Maybe when we both told Sandra that we’d forget about the last twenty-four hours, we both really meant it.

  Could it really be so simple?

  Could I really get off so easily?

  Get off so easily!

  I really did get off easily with Meadow. I had to fight like hell not to cum too soon. The moment I slid my dick into her soaking wet pussy, I could feel the sensation throughout my entire body. I never wanted to stop fucking her.

  Forgetting it and moving on was going to be harder for me than I anticipated.

  Plus, I was frustrated that someone tried to get into the bathroom before we were finished. I hadn’t wanted to rush. If I could have made that little rendezvous last forever, I would have. What frustrated me most was that I didn’t get the chance to make sure Meadow got off too.

  That thought haunted me. How could I let things stand like that?

  The laughter from the table grew louder. I looked over my shoulder to see what was going on. All three of them were laughing hysterically, and this time it was Meadow’s smile that caught my eye. It was bright and beautiful. So bright and beautiful it was becoming contagious.

  I felt a half smile creep onto the left side of my face as I watched her play with her hair. I wanted my hands on her hair again. Then I watched as Paul casually reached up and moved her hair off her shoulder.

  And that’s when a sharp anger flowed through me. I was jealous.

  Me? Jealous? I thought I’d never feel that emotion again.

  Fuck no.

  He couldn’t have her.

  I wasn’t done with her yet.

  Hell, I was just getting warmed up.

  “Hey Lianna, could I get four shots of Tequila?”

  CHAPTER 27

  MEADOW

  “Oh man, here we go,” Sandra said as Kane approached with four shots of tequila.

  “We need salt,” Paul said, reaching over to the table next to us.

  “And limes,” Sandra said, getting up to run over to the bar.

  Kane made his way around the table, setting the shots down for each of us. He saved mine for last. He stood behind me and I watched from the corner of my eye as his hand reached out and set the tequila in front of me. Suddenly I felt his breath very close to the side of my face.

  “We’re getting out of here,” he whispered in my ear.

  He had my attention.

  “I’m going to leave and five minutes later, you’re leaving too. We’re going to finish what we started.”

  His words caused goosebumps to form all over my body.

  He moved away just as Sandra came barreling back with the limes. I looked at him as he took his seat. He gave me a subtle nod. I nodded back. I knew at that moment I was about to experience the longest five minutes of my life.

  “Great idea with the shots,” Paul said.

  Kane said nothing back.

  I looked at the shot in front of me. Truth be told, I’d never done a shot of Tequila in my life. Shots of any type of alcohol weren’t a thing that the women in my world did. I couldn’t let them find out though. I was sure if I did, they’d have me trying every shot in the bar. I did not want to be the center of attention.

  I watched as Sandra and Paul licked their hands and salted them. I wondered why Kane wasn’t doing the same.

  It seemed odd, but I followed their lead. As I licked my hand, I glanced up and caught Kane watching me. I liked that he was watching. I slowed my licking, giving him a subtle smirk as my tongue slid across the length of my hand.

  “What should we toast to?” Sandra said.

  “Yeah, what’s the occasion?” Paul said.

  “No occasion,” Kane answered.

  “How about we toast Meadow? Officially welcome her to our little town,” Sandra said, holding her shot in the air.

  “Great idea,” Paul said, holding up his shot too.

  I looked at Kane.

  “Sure,” he said, giving me a private wink.

  I couldn’t help letting a grin cross my face.

  “You guys have been so wonderful to me. You’re making me blush,” I said, raising my glass.

  We clinked glasses and before Paul and Sandra had finished licking the salt on their hands, Kane slammed his empty shot glass on the table. A little behind everyone else, I licked my salt and drank the shot.

  “Ugh, what the fuck? That’s awful,” I blurted.

  Sandra and Paul burst out laughing, and while not as obvious, even Kane couldn’t keep a smile off his face.

  I cringed as the Tequila burned its way down my throat. I started to cough and gag as my eyes filled with tears. They all laughed even harder, but Sandra tried to get her laughter under control.

  “Here, here. Suck on this,” she said, handing me a lime.

  I put it in my mouth and felt some relief.

  Kane stood up. I got nervous that my display of amateur tequila drinking might have turned him off me. I looked up at him and he was still smiling. He looked so sexy, with his muscles stretching the cotton of his shirt. From the sly look he gave me, I knew our plan was still on.

  “I hate to do shots and run,” Kane said, “but if we’re doing this trip to Big Sur tomorrow, I really need to get into the shop first thing.”

  He tossed down money for his share of the bill.

  “You guys are going to Big Sur?” Sandra said, but they didn’t answer.

  “Need me to come in to help with anything in the morning?” Paul said.

  “Nah. Should be fine. I’ll meet you guys up there in the afternoon.”

  Sandra stood and gave Kane a hug. I sat there awkwardly, not knowing how to acknowledge his departure.

  Should I hug him too?

  Or pretend I didn’t notice?

  Or perhaps a firm handshake?

  Why did I have to be so awkward? I overthought every detail.

  “Welcome to Pismo Beach, Meadow,” Kane said, as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

  His hand felt large, strong and manly on my shoulder. I smiled and thanked him, trying my best to act normal.

  “Did you see that?” Sandra said.

  “See what?” I asked immediately.

  “I knew you and Kane would get along. See what I told you? He’s a good guy,” she said, as the waitress brought new drinks for the three of us.

  “I’d say. There certainly was some heat between you two,” Paul added.

  “What heat? When? There’s no heat between us,” I said, too eagerly.

  Paul looked at Sandra like I was crazy. “Umm. Last night there definitely was, and apparently there was another blowout this morning.”

  “Oh, right. That. Well, don’t you remember? We told Sandra we’d forget everything and start fresh,” I said, feeling very grateful Sandra had made that suggestion.

  They both laughed and Sandra changed the subject. I was relieved. I reached into my purse to check the time on my phone. I figured it had already been a minute since Kane left, which left me with four more minutes of acting like nothing was going on. I put my phone away and tried to join the conversation.

  I was looking at them, following their facial cues, but I had no idea what they were talking about. They started laughing and looked to me, so I laughed too and took a sip of my wine. They carried on talking and I reached for my phone again.

  Three more minutes.

  I squirmed in my seat. My pussy was already getting wet, just from the anticipation of getting the Kane treatment again.

  I debated just leaving. The waiting was killing me. I worried if I left too soon after Kane, they might catch on to us. P
lus, Kane would probably think I was desperate.

  I wasn’t desperate. This was his idea. Maybe I’d make him wait. I’d just gotten the new glass of wine. I should at least stay long enough to finish it.

  But what if he didn’t think I was coming and left without me. I checked my phone again.

  Screw it.

  “I should really call it a night,” I said.

  “But you’ve still got a whole glass of wine,” Paul said.

  “I know, but I’m still recovering from that tequila,” I said.

  They both laughed.

  “Plus, I’m pretty exhausted after my first day of working, ever. I want to make sure I’m well rested for tomorrow.”

  “Fair enough,” Sandra said. “I’m excited to work with you again. Don’t worry about your drinks. I’ve got this.”

  We hugged and I opened my purse to leave money, even though she’d told me not to. Paul put his hand on mine to stop me.

  “You’re not paying tonight, Meadow. Let me treat you, as a welcome to Pismo Beach and a congratulations on your new job,” he said, still holding my hand.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I insist. You get out of here and go rest,” he said, letting go of my hand so he could give me a hug.

  I thanked them both, then hurried toward the exit, practically tripping myself up in my haste. I checked the time one last time, and with a minute to spare, popped into the ladies room. The ladies room where Kane and I started what we were about to finish!

  I did another hair flip, touched up my eyeliner and added fresh coats of lipstick and gloss. I glanced down and my cheeks went bright red again when I noticed a perfect and quite obvious print of my ass cheeks on the bathroom counter. I smirked as my mind flashed back to Kane putting me up there and fucking me like a stallion.

  If I kept him around, I might never have to wear blush again!

  CHAPTER 28

  MEADOW

  I walked out the door of the brewery and before I could look around to find Kane, I was yanked by the hand and pulled into a narrow alley. I had no time to react. Before I knew what was happening, I was up against the brick wall, kissing him passionately.

  It felt like I was being rewarded for successfully waiting those five agonizing minutes.

  Kane placed his left hand on the back of my head, tilting my face toward his and at the same time lifting me to my toes. Our kiss was intense and I steadied myself by holding on to the waist of his firm surfer body. He wrapped his other hand behind me and held me close by the small of my back. His hands on me felt amazing as we continued to kiss in the darkness.

  A rowdy group came out of the brewery but we ignored them, continuing our kiss secretly in the shadows.

  My pussy was wet with desire and anticipation. It had been so long since I’d simply made out with someone, especially in an alley. I felt like I could kiss him there for hours and be happy. As he continued to kiss me, he reached with both hands and firmly squeezed my breasts. I could tell he had more in mind than just making out.

  The crowd of people were still by the brewery door and I broke our kiss to see if we’d been spotted.

  “Relax, they can’t see us here.”

  He gently moved my face back to meet his and pressed his lips against mine again. I melted into him and the rest of the world disappeared. His kisses began to slowly inch away from my mouth. He kissed me on the cheek as his hand pulled the neck of my shirt down just slightly. Then he began to slowly kiss along my collar bone. His lips were soft and his kisses were passionate and frenzied.

  His stubble scratching my smooth skin sent a thrill through my entire body.

  I slid my hands up under his shirt and my fingers met in the middle of his back. I slowly slid them down and apart, pressing firmly into him. He began to lick along my collar bone and made his way up my neck. It felt so amazing.

  My hands reached back up and held him close. He took the lobe of my ear between his teeth and I felt his tongue running back and forth over it. My hands slid around to his chest and I let my finger tips slowly run down over his pecs and the ripples of his abs. As I got closer to his dick the longing inside me built up to a crescendo.

  I desperately wanted him, I wanted to feel his cock inside me once again, but remembered we were outside. We were hidden, but there was no denying we were right next to a very busy brewery. There were people all over the place.

  My hesitation only lasted a brief second.

  I reached for the button of his jeans so I could finally get his cock into my hands. God, how I wanted to feel that firm cock in my grip.

  But he moved my hands away! Again!

  “I told you, we’re here to finish what we started,” he said firmly.

  I was confused. I didn’t know what to say back. I wondered why he wouldn’t let me at him. Was it because of the alley? It was his idea to meet there. I yearned for the touch of his monstrous cock but he was denying me.

  “I thought that’s what we were doing?” I said defiantly.

  “I already got off,” he whispered into my ear. “Now it’s your turn. I want to make you cum.”

  His words caused my eyes to widen.

  “Here?” I gasped.

  The alley wasn’t exactly the kind of place dreams are made. Some empty milk crates, a few dumpsters, and every now and then, drunk people stumbling by.

  Suddenly, he startled me by jumping high up and grabbing the bottom rung of a set of fire escape stairs. He pulled himself up to the stairs.

  “No. Up here.”

  He stood on the ladder with one foot and one hand holding on. His other hand reached down to me, ready to lift me up.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Come on,” he said, bending down a little further so I could reach.

  I hesitated. Did he really think he could just lift me up there? What if he couldn’t? I’d be humiliated if I was too heavy for him to lift. I looked up at him. He could tell I was stalling.

  “Give me your hand so that I can finally taste you, Meadow,” he said with a sexy smile, causing my hands to shoot up in the air.

  In one quick, powerful pull, he lifted me right off the ground. I gripped the ladder and he helped me up next to him. I let out a little giggle and wondered if I had ever experienced anything so hot in my life. I knew I hadn’t!

  He helped me as I climbed up the ladder to the first landing. He gave my ass a firm squeeze as he followed behind. We were one floor up, right outside the window of an apartment next to the brewery.

  “You’re all mine now,” Kane said.

  “Shh,” I hissed, indicating the window. It’s light was on and I wondered if anyone inside would find us. We’d made our fair share of noise clambering up the metal ladder.

  “You’re all mine, Meadow,” he repeated, just as loud.

  I turned to face him, sitting on the steel grate floor. He climbed up and began crawling on his hands and knees toward me. I leaned back against the wall. As he got closer, he kissed his way up my legs, up over my body, my shirt, all the way over my chest to my neck and mouth.

  Already, I could feel how wet I was for him.

  He slid his hands down my body and undid my pants. I lifted my ass slightly as he pulled them down, along with my underwear. My shoes came off in the process. I couldn’t believe I was so exposed. If someone found us, I’d be completely bare.

  I thought he’d go right for my pussy, but he didn’t. He lifted my shirt over my head and I was left with only my bra for protection. I shivered in the evening air.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I said, half terrified, half thrilled at the thought of the treatment I was about to get.

  “Patience, my princess,” he said.

  When I heard those words a shot of electricity flowed through me like lightning. I instinctively knew he wasn’t the type of guy to say words like that lightly.

  He began by kissing my neck again, then slowly his mouth moved down toward my breasts. As his lips caressed my cleavage,
his hands unhooked the clasp of my bra. That was it. I was totally naked. Totally at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to me, and the truth was, that’s exactly the way I wanted it. I wanted to be under his control. I wanted to be at his mercy.

  I wanted to be all his and his alone.

  Everywhere he kissed, his mouth left me wet, and the cool breeze heightened the sensation of the wetness on my skin.

  With my bra off, he began to suck hungrily on my nipples, first the left, then the right. Pleasure poured through my body. I opened my legs and arched my back, my body begging to be touched.

  His lips continued to suck my nipples and his hands slid along the length of my bare thighs, all the way to the edge of my pussy. I sighed and moaned and sunk my teeth into his neck as his fingers caressed for the first time, the gentle folds of my wet, hot pussy.

  I was embarrassed by how wet I was for him. I was desperate for his touch. I wanted to be penetrated by him again. I wanted his cock cumming inside me. I wanted to feel his pleasure and feel the power of knowing I owned it. Of knowing I was the one who was making him feel so good.

  His fingers traced the lips of my pussy and his thumb rested right on my clit. He continued sucking my breasts but all I could focus on was the back and forth motion of his thumb on my throbbing clit.

  “I’m yours, Kane,” I whispered into his ear as his thumb teased and tortured my desperate clit.

  I pushed forward, trying to force his thumb into my pussy, but he just laughed and moved his hand back.

  “Naughty girl,” he teased. “Maybe you want my tongue in there?”

  I didn’t know what to say. I knew he was teasing me, but I knew I wanted his sweet, sexy mouth on my pussy so badly I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his lips on my pussy lips. His tongue inside me. His mouth sucking my clit.

  He kissed my mouth again and I moaned into him, desperate for the pleasure that I knew was coming. Our lips parted and our tongues embraced. The kiss was intense from the beginning, our mouths desperately trying to devour each other, our tongues pressing and dancing against each other.

  His hand spread my knees open wider and he broke our kiss. I gasped for air, dizzy from the exhilaration, and his mouth began to slide back down over my body, between my cleavage, over my navel, and finally, beautifully, exquisitely, over my clit.