Page 42 of Rough Ride

Johnny’s hands returned to my waist, guiding my movements.

Suddenly, there were voices right outside the trailer. I froze in mid-ride, just the tip of Johnny still remaining inside me as we stared at each other, listening in the night.

It was a pair of cowboys walking down the row in the rodeo camp. Laughing and saying something about a horse.

“Shh,” I said, pressing a finger to his lips.

His mouth curled in a smile, and then he began moving his own hips. Thrusting up into me from underneath. I gave him a look with my eyes, and his smile deepened—but he didn’t stop fucking me.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my clit even faster as the voices outside drew closer. They were right outside the trailer now, deep laughs and heavy footsteps.

Johnny’s hands tightened around my waist, gripping me possessively. Even though I was on top, he was in control again, a note of mischief sparkling in his eyes.

I drew a breath, and a moan escaped my lips when I exhaled. I tried to stay silent, to keep our torrid midnight rendezvous a secret, but every thrust from Johnny was pushing me toward the edge of a cliff that was as inevitable as a sunrise.

It was his turn to say, “Shh,” to me, but he said it with a smile.

“I can’t,” I whispered, trying to delay the climax until the men had passed. So I could let go andreallyscream. “Slow down.”

He swung his head side to side. “No.”

God, why was that so hot? Denying what I asked? Because I reallydidn’twant him to stop, I was going to die if he so much as slowed down for even a single quivering thrust. I channeled every ounce of willpower I had, attempting to delay my release, something I had never done before. Usually I was closing my eyes and concentratingin orderto come, not stopping myself from it!

But that only intensified the white-hot bliss that was on the verge of erupting within me.

I gasped, and pleaded with my eyes at Johnny, but his thrusts didn’t slow. He drove even faster, slamming his cock up into me while I hovered above him, held in place by his hands.

And then it was there, an atomic bomb of pleasure expanding in all directions. A single scream escaped my lips, and Johnny removed a hand from my waist and clamped it over my mouth just in time to muffle it. Only then did I surrender, screaming into his warm palm with every ounce of energy I possessed. My body shattered into a trillion sensitive pieces, hips buckling underneath me with sexual release. I expelled every bit of breath from my lungs in an endless scream, silenced by his strong palm.It felt like I was being drowned by the pleasure, wave after wave of it crashing into me, tumbling me in Johnny’s surf.

He let go of my mouth, and I gasped in another breath, expelling it again in another long scream of ecstasy that echoed throughout the trailer. I took control again, slamming my ass down onto him so hard the bed creaked. I rolled on top of him, mindless movements, unable to do anything but what felt sogoodin that perfect moment.

As my voice dimmed, I realized Johnny was crying out along with me, his beautiful face twisted with a pleasure so razor-sharp it was indistinguishable from pain.

“Sophie!” was the last word that escaped his lips.

Then he grabbed my neck and pulled me down to his mouth, tongue pulsing with pleasure. He bottomed out inside of me as I drove my hips downward, like I was trying to force himthroughthe bed. I felt him quiver with release inside me, and I clamped down on him as tightly as I could while bucking and thrusting with the last bit of energy my body could give.

I collapsed on top of him, the two of us melting together, too spent for words.

19

Elijah

I listened to the sounds of sex in the campsite next to mine, twenty feet away, my cock as hard as an uncured saddle.

It’d been an interesting night, to put it mildly. I’d come in second place in the Saddle Bronc Riding competition, which I reckoned was my worst event. Awful nice surprise. I guess it was easy to do well without the weight of expectation. Just going out there and seeing what happened.

I wore that silver medal around my neck at Billy Bob’s, high-fiving all the other rodeo competitors who were out celebrating after the first real night of competition. Billy Bob’s was a big-ass place, with too many rooms to count, so I ran into people I knew everywhere I went.

Johnny and I weren’t friends. If you offered me a medal in one of the events in exchange for punching the man in the face, I’d have him on the ground before the offer was out of your mouth. I knew he’d do the same if the tables were turned. That’s just how it was between us.

But hell, I didn’tdislikehim, either. Out of all the other guys I was competing against at the rodeo, he was one of the least-shitty. I guess you could say I was fond of him, in the same way that a man was fond of an old pair of work boots that sometimes caused blisters on the toe.

All this is to say I didn’t feel any particular joy when he couldn’t last eight seconds in the Saddle Bronc Riding event. I had a dozen jokes ready to go, most of them thinly-veiled insinuations about how long he could last in bed with a woman of disreputable distinction. But when he walked back into the locker room deep underneath the Dickies Arena, hanging his head like a boy who’d dropped his ice cream cone, I felt bad for him. Not bad enough to give up my silver medal if I could, but bad enough to keep my insults in my holster.

And when he told Sophie, the bombshell bartender, that he was going to leave her alone? It was downright depressing.

I hung around him, keeping him company and letting him vent. Not as a friend, mind you. Just as a sympathetic rodeo cowboy who’d ended up flat on my own ass in the dirt more times than I could count. Since he was too hungover to drink his sorrows away, it was the least I could do. We even found a few rodeo groupies to flirt with on our way out the door.

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