“Nobody is doing that, you stupid boy! Fred was a good friend to all of us. All Girth is saying is to look into his personal life,” Lewis replied and I scoffed and turned away from them.
“There is nothing to look into there. I knew Fred inside out, and there is nothing going on here. This is an attack on us, it wasn’t a personal attack on Fred!” I dished out the words and without waiting for a response from the others, I strode right out of the bar.
Out in the cool night, I waited a few moments for my breathing to subside. What was I going to do? I couldn’t go back in the bar right now—I needed to put some distance between my brothers and myself.
I could feel myself gravitating towards Jordan. I wanted to see her again. We had only been apart for a few hours, and I was already feeling the withdrawal symptoms.
I jumped on my bike, forcing myself to ride towards my own apartment. I needed to give her space. I couldn’t come on too strong and scare her.
10
Jordan
I practically ran back to my apartment from the diner when my shift ended. Flora’s behavior had scared me even more, as though I wasn’t scared enough already. I looked at everyone suspiciously, I jumped at the slightest provocation and I wished that Rodeo hadn’t left me by myself.
I ran up the stairs of my apartment building and when I reached my floor, I saw someone sitting outside my door in the dark.
My heart stopped for a second, till he looked in my direction and my eyes adjusted in the dark. I saw the ponytail and the beard, Rodeo stood up and walked towards me.
“It’s me,” he said in a deep voice and I could breathe again.
“Did I scare you?” he asked, when he came closer and I shook my head.
“No, you just took me by surprise. What are you doing here?” I said, looking up at him.
There was a change in him, I could sense it in his body language and see it in his eyes. He was looking down, his blue eyes seemed dim…he looked agitated.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said. Something had happened, I could sense that he wasn’t his usual confident self.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked and he shrugged his shoulders. We walked back to my door together and I opened it. He followed me inside in silence. I’d left most of the lights in my apartment on, so now I could see his face clearly. I was right, Rodeo seemed upset about something and I was surprisingly concerned for him.
He bolted and locked the door behind him and we walked towards the couch.
“Are you okay?” I asked him and he looked up at me with hesitant eyes. I could see that he was struggling with his emotions. He didn’t want to admit to me or to himself that he wasn’t his usual self.
“Did something happen?” I nudged him again and Rodeo let out a deep sigh.
“I think it’s finally sinking in,” he mumbled. It was strange to see Rodeo in this new light, almost vulnerable. It made him seem more human, but I was surprised that he had decided to come see me. Did he feel as comfortable talking to me as I felt with him?
I sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to me. He sat down beside me and we faced each other.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Rodeo. I know how it feels to lose someone who you love but couldn’t save. I went through something similar with my mom,” I told him. Rodeo was refusing to meet my eyes. I could sense that he was embarrassed of his own emotions. Had he never experienced something like this before?
“Fred was the one who saved me,” he admitted and I gulped. I had never imagined Rodeo to be this vulnerable, to speak in this tone. I wanted to pull him into my arms and comfort him. Even somebody like Rodeo was capable of sadness. I remained silent, encouraging him to continue.
“I used to be an actual rodeo,” he said, with a lazy grin on his face. He looked up at me and I arched my eyebrows at him in surprise.
“Like an actual rodeo? You rode bulls?” I asked. That explained a lot of things—for instance, why he had a body like the one he did, why he was so strong and muscular.
“Yeah. I was a street kid for most of my life. Broken home, addict parents, lots of siblings—I wasn’t interested in school. I was a strong kid, and I realized that there was some money in riding bulls,” he continued.
“You must have been very good at it,” I said and he shrugged his shoulders.
“I got by,” he replied.
I was curious but I didn’t want to push him too hard and ask him too many questions. I wasn’t sure how much he wanted to tell me about his life.
“I used to get badly beaten up. It wasn’t exactly a healthy profession,” he said and ran a hand through his hair. The sight of his thick large hands made my stomach clench. I remembered what those fingers felt like on my pussy, how he had used those fingers to pinch my nipples.
Just looking at Rodeo made me weak in the knees. Every movement he made, was a reminder of how strong he was when he held me, how hard his cock was in my mouth. Was I wet already?
“What happened?” I found myself asking and our eyes met again.
“Fred used to come to the rink, he used to gamble a lot and he used to bet on me. I made him a lot of money, just like I made a lot of other gamblers a lot of money,” he continued.
I watched him as he spoke, the way his eyes darkened and his face looked different—almost dangerous. I could sense that he was talking about a very difficult time in his life.
“The punters wanted me to keep doing what I was doing. I was earning all of them a lot of money. It didn’t matter to them how badly I got hurt, how badly my body got broken,” Rodeo said and I couldn’t control myself, I reached for his hand. I wanted to hold him, just touch him a little.
Rodeo snapped his head up to look at me and there was a fire in his eyes. He clenched his jaws and I drew closer to him.
“How did you get out of it?” I asked him and Rodeo breathed in deeply.
“It was Fred. I don’t think I would have ever gotten out of it if it wasn’t for him,” Rodeo said. I could see the sadness brimming in his eyes. He didn’t know how to deal with the loss of a dear friend.
* * *
“What did he do?” I asked him and Rodeo shook his head.
“He got me out of there. I was badly broken, sitting on a hospital bed with an injured spine. They wanted me to go back. All they cared about was my recovery, only so that I could go back there and earn them some more money,” he said. I gulped, I squeezed his hand.
“How old were you?” I asked.
“Nineteen”
“What did Fred do?”
“He visited me at the hospital and gave me an alternative. He said that I would never have to go back and ride a bull again, he took me under his wing. He made me his protege and changed my life. If it wasn’t for Fred, I might have still been there, riding bulls and breaking myself or I might have been dead already or too addicted to morphine to get out of bed,” Rodeo had his head hung down and with a quivering hand, I reached for his face.
I sunk my fingers into his beard and he looked up at me.
“I’m sure that Fred knew how grateful you were to him,” I said and he pressed his eyes close. His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath.
“And now my brothers are suggesting that Fred had a secret life, that he had something going on with the Hell’s Drifters. I’m not going to let them say those things about him. Fred was loyal and he was a good man. He saw the potential in everybody,” Rodeo continued and I shifted closer to him.
It was my turn to calm him down.
“Rodeo, tempers are just running high. You said it yourself. Everyone is looking for an explanation. They are all on your side. They are your friends,” I said and he opened his eyes. He stared at me, with his dark narrowed eyes. Then he reached up and covered my hand with his.
“I don’t know how to feel. I wish I was there with Fred. I wish I was there to take the bullet for him,” he said and I gulped. I was glad he wasn’t. I didn’t even know of Rodeo’s e
xistence twenty-four hours ago, but now I couldn’t imagine not knowing him. I was glad that he had barged into my apartment, that he had broken down my door.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make this better. You won’t let him down,” I said.
We were staring at each other. I still couldn’t believe that he had come to me when he was feeling troubled. That he had turned to me for comfort.
“I just don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know why they picked him!” he continued and I lifted myself up so I could get closer to him. Both my hands were on his cheeks now, my fingers were weaving into his scruffy blond beard. Rodeo leaned back and I climbed up on his lap.
His hands fell down, tracing along my back and then he placed them on my butt. I was on his lap, my breasts swinging over his chest. I was looking into his eyes.
“You will figure it out. I trust you,” I said softly, before I leaned down to kissed him.
Rodeo opened his mouth to invite my tongue in. I pressed my eyes close to sink into him, falling deeper and deeper into a trance. He held me tightly on his lap as I kissed him, our tongues collided, my lips slid over his. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs. The knots in my belly were clenching for him.
I lowered my hips down, so that my pussy now stroked against the hard cock in his jeans. I rubbed myself on him, while I continued kissing him.
Rodeo groaned, and I kissed him harder. His hands were on my buttcheeks, caressing them, squeezing them and then he spanked me hard. I felt the sting of his hand on my skin and it made me rock harder on his cock.
He was already throbbing and erect, and now I stroked him more and more, sliding on top of him. While I kissed him, I started undressing him, sliding his jacket off his shoulders and then rolling up his t-shirt.
Rodeo’s body was chiseled and muscular and now I could see all of his tattoos in all their glory. They were intricate designs, crawling around his neck and his chest. His muscles were hard and I ran my fingers over his solid abs. I had never been with a sexier man before, someone who made my panties wet with just one look.
I pulled my lips away from him, I was panting, sitting on his hard erect cock.
Rodeo’s eyes were dark and heavy, he was staring at me, at my breasts. Hardly a second went by, before he jerked forward and cupped my breasts. I gasped and wound my arms around his neck as he smothered his face into my breasts. I rolled my hips some more, feeling the roughness of his hard cock against my wet panties. I wanted him. I was wet and aching for him. I needed him inside me.
Rodeo’s hands were on my skirt now, he was pulling off my diner uniform and then my panties. Then he was pulling off my blouse and bra. Within seconds, I was completely naked and sitting on his lap and he was staring at me. My nipples ached for him, long and hard and sensitive. Rodeo’s eyes drifted from my face to my breasts and down to the spot between my legs which was now stretched over him, rubbing against his bulging cock.
“I think it’s time that I fucked you,” he growled and I bit down on my lip and nodded. This is what I had been waiting for since I first saw him.
* * *
I pulled his jeans down, so that now I could see his cock. It was erect and hard, standing up. I held on to Rodeo’s shoulders, while his hands clutched my hips tightly. He was using just a little bit of force to lower me down towards his cock.
I held my breath for that moment, as the tip of his cock grazed my pussy folds. I gasped, jerking my head to look up at him. Rodeo was staring at me with his face rigid, and his eyes dark and narrow. He was going to be too big for me. I had gagged repeatedly when his cock was in my mouth.
Slowly, he lowered me down further, till his cock touched my pussy and then gently parted my folds. I was digging my nails into his shoulders, looking down at the way his cock was entering me.
When he moved an inch into me, we both groaned. He was slipping in, I was going lower and his cock was thrusting deeper inside me.
“Oh my God!” I squealed, as his cock filled me up. The lower I went, the deeper his cock slid into me and now his entire length was completely inside me. I couldn’t believe he had fit in me. I could feel his cock fitting like a glove within my pussy and I rolled my hips.
“That’s a good girl,” he groaned, as he clutched my hips tightly. He jerked his body, to push his cock even further and I started rocking. My breasts bounced in front of his face, and he reached out and caught my left nipple in his mouth.
I gasped again as he sucked. His cock was sliding in and out of me, harder and harder while I rode him. Nothing had felt as good as having Rodeo’s cock in me. He had reached deep within and I could feel my juices flooding over him.
My hands pressed down on his chest as I maneuvered myself over him. His mouth was on my breasts, he lapped his tongue against my left nipple and then moved on to the right one. He sucked and nibbled that one, before he moved to the left one again.
I bounced on his lap, while his cock drove deeper inside me, stroking the most intimate spot in me. I could feel myself leaning over the edge. The harder I rode him, the closer I was getting to the edge.
“Make yourself come for me,” Rodeo said, looking up at me. His lips glistened with his own saliva, his blue eyes were sparkling. I rode him harder, rocking myself up and down the long length of his cock. With every thrust, the tip of his cock parted my swollen pussy and pushed inside. I could feel him moving inside me. I was coming.
I screamed his name as I came. My hair shook and fell around my shoulders, my breasts bounced and swung in front of his face. My juices seeped out of me as I came in waves, over and over till I was too exhausted to even keep moving.
I collapsed on his chest and I felt him weave his fingers into my hair.
“Good girl, you do as you’re told,” Rodeo murmured and then he kissed my damp hot forehead. Before I knew what was happening, he was pushing against me. He rose up and I fell back on the other side of the couch.
“I have to have you, Jordan,” he growled and he grabbed my ankles and slid me down the couch towards him. Electricity ran down my spine. I’d just orgasmed but seeing him like this set my body on fire again.
He grabbed my waist and parted my legs, wedging himself between my thighs. His cock was hard, the tip was bursting red and he directed it towards my pussy.
“You are so fucking hot!” he growled, just as he thrust his cock into me. My pussy was already swollen and wet for him, and I gasped as I felt his length slide into me again. He wrapped his hands around my belly, pressing down on it as he started drilling me.
His cock drove in and out of me and I screamed his name again. Rodeo’s loud grunts and groans filled the air as he banged me hard. Our bodies slammed against each other, the couch shook and rattled as he thrust his cock in and out of me.
I couldn’t get enough of the way his muscles moved, how tightly he was holding me, the power in just his hands. Every inch of Rodeo’s body was pure muscle and my pussy ached for him. I was going to come again. So soon!
Rodeo rammed his cock into me like a machine, till with a final jerk and a groan, I felt him release his seed. He was shooting into me with force and I pressed my eyes close to enjoy the moment. My body spasmed too as I came a second time. I was under him, my legs were stretched out around him and Rodeo slammed his cock into me repeatedly, till every last drop of his cum had been emptied inside me.
My body heaved, my breasts rose and fell. I could feel myself covered in sweat. Rodeo’s smooth muscular body was slick too, and slowly, with another groan, he pulled his cock out of my pussy. I had to keep my legs stretched apart. It was going to hurt to put my legs together, but it felt so good! I had never been fucked like this before, and even before my orgasm relaxed, I wanted to go again.
Rodeo walked naked across the room to the kitchen and brought back two glasses of water for us. He stood in front of me, his cock big and still throbbing in front of my face. I looked up at his gorgeously muscular body as he drank the water.
I sti
ll couldn’t believe he was here. I couldn’t believe that a man like him couldn’t resist me.
11
Rodeo
I woke up with a throbbing headache and for a few moments, I didn’t know where I was. I looked over and saw Jordan sleeping beside me. I had fallen asleep in her bed! I had spent the night in her house!
This had never happened to me before. No matter how drunk or exhausted I was, I never spent the night with a woman I had just fucked. This was getting out of hand.
Trying to gently slip my arm away from under Jordan’s head, I slid across the bed and stood up. My clothes were bundled up and piled on an armchair beside the bed and I started putting them on.
Jordan was sleeping peacefully. I could still feel the warmth of her body on me. Just as I was putting the belt on, I saw her eyelashes flutter. She was waking up.
She raised her head to look at me, and with sleepy eyes she gave me a soft smile.
“Morning,” she said.
“Hey, morning,” I replied.
The weird part was that I was actually excited to hear her voice. I didn’t know what was happening to me, and the only thing I could blame this feeling on, was Fred’s death. It was fucking with my head. It was making me do things that I normally didn’t do.
“I slept well,” she said and slid up the bed and fluffed up the pillows behind her. I rolled the t-shirt down my torso and stood in front of her, running my hands through my hair. I didn’t know where the hair-tie was anymore, so I would have to leave my hair open.
“Good. I’m glad you did,” I told her.
This wasn’t weird for her at all. She wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that she had woken up beside me. I couldn’t even remember when we had crept into bed together, or when I had fallen asleep. All I could remember was Jordan’s beautiful naked body bouncing over me, her breasts in my mouth, my cock driving into her tight juicy pussy.
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