Page 59 of Rough Ride

But something had changed inside me after sleeping with Johnny. I wasn’t holding myself back anymore because of failed relationships in the past. If I wanted to have fun, I was going to havefun.

Eli’s eyebrows slowly rose. “That’s a mighty tempting offer. But two o’clock is past my bedtime, darlin’. I’m practicing for the Steer Wrestling competition at seven. Got my slot reserved.”

I felt the energy drain out of me. “Really? After all that, you’re just going toleave?”

“Afraid so.” He leaned closer, our breath mingling. “Because when I take you home? I don’t plan on rushin’ things.” His eyes dragged down over my body like a caress, then came back up andsettled on my lips. “For a woman like you, I intend to take. My. Time.”

He cupped my cheek with a calloused hand, leaning in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and waited for it, my body going tight like a wire. I needed it, neededanycontact from him or Johnny or Sawyer. I was overflowing with sexual frustration.

But his lips barely brushed against mine. The tiniest friction, so quick it couldn’t really be called a kiss at all. It was ateaseof a kiss. Hardly more than my imagination.

That smirk split his face, and he tipped his hat to me. “Sweet dreams, darlin’. I know mine will be.”

He strolled out of the bar.

“You havegotto be kidding me,” I said.

Liz laughed at me when I returned to the bar. She had seen the entire thing from there—not just the ending with Eli, but everything with Johnny and Sawyer, too.

“I don’t know why you’re so unhappy,” she said. “You’ve got threeextremelysexy cowboys vying for your feminine attention.”

“Are they?” I snapped at her. “Are they vying for my attention? Because I’ve got whatever the lady-equivalent of blue balls is.”

“Blue box!” Liz said while twirling a bottle of whiskey in her hand. “Did I just come up with that on the spot? I think I did. Hold on, I want to text Travis.”

“Thanks for being such a good friend,” I said sarcastically.

“No problem!”

My shift dragged on, made even slower by the annoying bachelorette party that kept ordering espresso martinis. I hated that the drink had become so popular in the past year, because it was a huge pain in the ass to make.

When I eventually did get home, I crawled under the covers, closed my eyes, and fantasized about the men. Johnny first, then Eli, and even Sawyer’s rugged face. I eventually made myself come, but I didn’t feel any more satisfied than I had before. It was like the pressure valve had been opened for a brief moment, leaving most of the energy sizzling inside of me.

I went to the gym alone the next day to work off some steam. Sawyer wasn’t there, and I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or disappointed.

When I got home, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer.

Me:I’m sending you the address to my apartment. If you can get here in the next hour, I’ll suck the life out of you through your cock.

I sent that to Johnny, not caring if the invitation sounded desperate or silly. I was beyond worrying about how I sounded—I had reached the level of pure, condensedneed.

I took a shower, and when I got out I frowned at my phone. Johnny hadn’t responded. Maybe he was practicing for the Steer Wrestling competition today like Eli.

But then there was a heavy knock at my door. I wrapped my towel around my body and practically skipped to the door, grinning when I saw who was on the other side of the peep hole.

“I have to admit, I was surprised to see your text—” he began.

I pulled him into my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him and pushing him toward the couch. “Sit down. Now.”

His eyes flared wide as he did as he was told. “Yes ma’am.”

I fell to my knees in front of him, my fingers opening his jeans and finding his cock already hard inside. Without any preambleor foreplay, I wrapped my lips around his tip and began stroking him quickly.

Johnny leaned back on the couch and groaned. “Goddamn, Sky Eyes. Your lips feel amazing.”

His words urged me faster as I pleasured him with my mouth and tongue. I touched myself with my free hand while I worked, savoring the erotic act, grateful that this was finally happening after twelve hours of thinking about it. I did my best to suppress my gag reflex, pushing as far down on his hard length as I could, almost to the tuft of blond hair at his base. Johnny’s moans were music to my ears, a confirmation of my own sexual proficiency as a woman, something I desperately needed reinforcing since last night.

Within minutes, he was crying out and warning me that he was going to come, but I didn’t pull away. I wrapped my lips tighter around his tip, stroking him as fast as my wrist could move while my other hand rubbed a fire into my clit. And as soon as the first rope of his salty seed hit the back of my throat, my own ecstasy exploded like a bomb. Every squirt fueled my own orgasm as I cried out with the release I so desperately needed, my voice muffled around his cock, but Johnny’s cries of pleasure filled my apartment without impediment as I swallowed him down.

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