Page 64 of Sexting the Cowboy
“Fuck, baby, that’s incredible.”
Her tongue flicks around my edges and lines, painting in up and down strokes that make fireworks go off in my head. I lace my fingers into her hair to control the rhythm. Her mouth is wet silk, with the occasional tooth stealing my breath and adding to the intensity.
The barn door opens at the end of the row, and I have never been happier that the people running the show built a proper stable with real wooden stalls. Where those folks are, they can’t see Annie, or that my pants are undone. In fact, they only can if they peer over the stall.
Fingers crossed they don’t come down here.
“Are you Brick Wyatt?” the older lady asks.
Annie doesn’t stop. In fact, she keeps at me, a hand on my balls now.
Fucking hell.
“Yes, ma’am, I am,” I croak out. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m doing my post-game ritual. You know how athletes are—superstitious, the lot of us.”
The gent accompanying her nods firmly. “Come on, Martha. We’ll get an autograph later.”
“Well, alright…” she mumbles as she toddles out with him in tow.
Feeling Annie giggle with my cock in her mouth is something I never thought I’d want. But it’s interesting. “What are you doing, funny girl?”
She slides off of me. “What? You’re good under pressure.” Then she swallows me back down.
“Oh, that is it. I have half a mind to put you over my knee.”
“Mmhmm,” she hums on me.
I pull myself from her lips, and there’s a popping sound. “You wanna see me good under pressure? I’ll show you.” With that, I pick her up onto her feet, spin her around to lean on the stall wall, and yank her scrub pants and underwear down.
“What are you?—”
“You thought that little stunt was funny. I’ll show you something funny.” I pull her hips back and feel around until I find her soaked pussy from behind. Her gasp is everything. “I knew you’d be wet for me.” I lean against her back, my cock poised to slide inside. “Tell me no, and this game ends, but just remember who won.”
“Are we playing a game of fuck chicken? Whoever quits first is the loser?”
It’s more that I’m giving her a chance to say she doesn’t want to fuck in public. “Something like that.”
“I’m not chicken.”
“Good.” I slam home, half my length in one shot, retract, then the rest of me. Once I got the head in, there was no stopping that. Not here. Not now. This is game on.
“Fuck!” she barks, and I slap a hand over her mouth.
“Gotta keep those shouts to yourself, baby. Don’t want to attract attention, do you?”
She whimpers against my palm as she works herself back against my shaft. Her hands grip the railing on top of the stall wall. She’s shaking already.
“After all,” I grunt hot on her neck, going deep on every word, “anyone could walk in here at any time. Wouldn’t that be a travesty?”
As soon as I uncover her mouth, she squeaks, “Yes!”
“Especially since I know you’re so close. Wouldn’t want your orgasm to be interrupted by some strangers.”
She vigorously shakes her head. Biting her tongue, I’m sure of it.
“Better make it quick, then, huh?”
Her head bobs up and down.
