Wild Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (4 page)

“To hell with
the manager and the autographs. There are no fans here anyway. I can’t believe
what a gutter level manager he is. Pure trash. I just can’t believe it. I was
young and stupid when I signed up for him. You can hardly blame me.”

“I don’t think
I could ever consider you stupid,” I said.

Colton took his
big arm and put it around me, getting up from his chair.

We walked like
that, with his arm around me, out of the bar, leaving the card table and the
manager behind.

We got to his
hotel room. I don’t know what I was expecting from a rodeo champion who was too
much of a rebel to keep good ratings, no matter how skilled he was. But his
room was an absolute disaster.

There were
alcohol bottles everywhere. Most of them empty.

The bed was
unmade, of course. That I could have expected.

But what I
didn’t expect was there’d still be a woman in there from the night before.

“Colton,” said
the young woman, who couldn’t have been over 20 years old…although she was
certainly over 18. She was completely naked, her curvy body spread out over the
bed, on top of the sheets and covers.

“Colton,” said
the woman. “I’m glad you’re back so early….hey! Who the hell is she?”

“This is…”

“Katy,” I said,
finishing his sentence.

Colton didn’t
seem the least bit put off or embarrassed by the situation.

“And Katy,”
said Colton. “Let me present to you…”

“Laura,” said
the woman, her face turning into a pout. “I thought we were going to do it
again,” said Laura. “That’s why I was waiting for you here.”

“Sorry to
disappoint you, kid,” said Colton. “But it’s time to get out of here.”

We waited in
silence as the woman dressed herself quickly.

She had big
juicy breasts, very plump, that I got quite the eyeful of as I watched her
dress.

Colton was
watching her too, taking in every inch of her body.

I felt some
jealousy rolling through me…I wanted him to myself…I felt like he was already
my man…my feelings were taking over my head. What were my chances of having him
to myself if this was the way he treated the woman from the night before,
kicking her out like this? But his presence and body were overriding my
rational mind…I was just experiencing lust…pure lust…and desire.

The door
slammed behind her as she left the hotel room.

“Now let’s get
down to business,” I said.

“No problem,”
said Colton. He walked over to me slowly. He reached out and seized me by the
waist.

“Oh, Colton,” I
said, moaning, despite myself.

Colton reached
up and ran his hands through my thick hair. It seemed to get stuck for a
moment, but he was so strong it didn’t matter. He could do anything he wanted.
He could do anything he wanted to me. He could do anything he wanted in life…I
had a sense about these kinds of things…about people.

Somehow I knew,
or thought I knew, intuitively what everyone else was capable…never myself,
though, or at least very rarely. I had had a flash of insight right before
opening my own business with my friend Sara. Before going into the wedding
planning business I had been unaware of my own potential and simply working at
a grocery store as a check out clerk and part time bagger. It hadn’t been much
fun, and I hadn’t liked it at all.

“I wanted you
from the moment I saw you,” said Colton, breathing lightly into my ear.

He turned me so
that my neck was facing him. I tilted my neck, giving him access. He swooped my
long hair out of the way, and kissed me gently on my neck. He still held me
tightly against him around the waist with his other arm.

I let myself go:
I leaned back, letting my weight fall away from Colton. I had decided to no
longer support myself.

I thought it
was hot, and I watched with interest as Colton’s arm muscle strained to hold
me. I was leaning against him and away from him, and his arm didn’t have any
problem hold me and my whole weight: of course it ‘strained’ but not in the way
you might think…it was just that his muscles bulged as they held my entire
weight.

Of course I
didn’t weigh that much.

“You’re so
sexy,” I whispered.

“You’re beyond
sexy,” whispered Colton.

Suddenly, his
arm moved. He had let me go!

How could he? I
was going to fall to the floor…there wasn’t enough time for me to regain my own
balance.

But I didn’t
fall to the floor. Instead, I fell directly on the unmade bed…the unmade bed
that not long ago was occupied by a naked young woman that Colton had slept
with the night before…but at that moment, I didn’t care. At that moment, it
didn’t matter to me that Colton was a womanizing bad boy, that he had a new
woman every night, and that I was likely just another one in the series.

Somehow, Colton
had repositioned the both of us so that I would fall right on the bed. When
kissing me, he had somehow had the foresight to turn just slightly so that my
fall would be safe.

On the bed, I
was feeling full of desire. Something about actually being there on the bed on
my back, with Colton looking down on me…it made me want him even more than
before.

I opened my
legs wide.

“Fuck me,
Colton,” I said.

“You still have
your pants on,” said Colton.

He was right. I
looked down at my legs…sure enough, in the heat of the moment I had forgotten a
small detail like that.

“So take them
off,” I said, in a voice that was commanding and pleading at the same time.

Colton leaned
down. He got on his knees, beneath me on the floor. He reached out and with his
strong hands pulled my pants right off, without even undoing them at the waist.

“That was
easy,” I said, laughing.

But soon I was
moaning.

Colton leaned
his head down to my crotch.

With a delicate
touch, he used his tongue to lick the insides of my thighs.

He worked his
way around the entire surface of my legs, going all the way down to the knee.

Somehow, I was
experiencing plenty of pleasure just like that: he made sure to stay far away
from my vagina, in that he never actually contacted it. He got within maybe an
inch of it, and it only made me moan even louder and hard.

Somehow I was
experiencing polymorphous pleasure, in that it felt like my entire body was
sexually sensitive. I was used to feeling pleasure around my breasts, my neck,
all the classically sexually sensitive areas. And I knew that women were more sensitive
in this way than men: men seemed to only feel pleasure around their cocks,
which wasn’t much, considering how much skin and area there really was to their
bodies.

But soon I
wanted the pleasure to increase even more.

“Lick me down
there,” I said, moaning.

“I already am,”
said Colton, picking his head up for a moment, and giving me a wink.

“I mean
down…farther…” I said, barely able to string together a sentence, because of
the intense pleasure and desire for more pleasure that I was feeling.

“You’re saying
you want me to lick your kneecaps?” said Colton.

“This isn’t a
time for jokes,” I said. “Lick my pussy, damnit.”

Colton didn’t
say anything more. He didn’t need to. He obeyed. But he did it in his own way.

He reached up
and cupped both my breasts in his big strong hands.

He massaged
them for a while, as his tongue moved closer and closer to my hot spot…to my
pussy.

The edge of the
tip of his tongue came into brief contact with my outer lip…it was just enough
to make me cry out. It felt more sensitive than ever before…the pleasure had
increased ten fold from when I touched myself…it was all the anticipation,
effectively turning up the dial on my pleasure receivers and centers.

Then he
surprised me. I was expecting him to just move in closer and closer and began
giving me oral in the regular way. But instead he pushed himself down on top of
me, abandoning the licking altogether. He kissed me, a long, intense kiss, our
tongues connecting. A spark seemed to be in the air, an intense sexual spark.
It was more like a shooting star than anything else…a warm, even hot, feeling
ran through my body, gushing up from my stomach and through my heart…it felt
like it was radiating outwards, creating a field around me that enveloped
Colton.

He was on top
of me, still in his clothes. His crotch was pressed against my naked one. He
was slowly and rhythmically bucking his hips, grinning slightly, causing friction
on my clitoris that felt more than wonderful…it felt divine.

His chest felt
strong, dense, and powerful, pressing down against my breasts.

In a flash, he
had put his arms underneath me, and picked me up a few inches on the bed.
Putting his weight on his knees, he picked me up and moved me a few feet down
towards the middle of the bed.

“I needed room
to work,” he said.

He kissed me
again, deeply.

Then he slowly
moved his kiss down from my mouth to my neck.

I moaned in
pleasure.

“I need you
inside of me,” I said, not even consciously aware of what I was saying. The
desire for pleasure had overtaken me…the desire for Colton had overtaken me
completely. I was being commanded by something else…something other than
myself…but it wasn’t Colton necessarily. It was something inside myself…my lust
was commanding me...but it was more than lust...it was some kind of primal
want, a primal need, for companionship, being wanted, being desired. Everyone
wanted to be desired. Everyone wanted to be taken…at least, deep down.

Colton had his
hands under my shirt. The next thing I knew, my shirt was off, being pulled
gently over my head. He was a master at the bra…it was off faster than I could
take it off myself. Let that be a warning to others: a man who takes off a bra
as fast as a cowboy draws a pistol is going to be trouble…it means he’s had too
much “experience” with other women.

Colton ran his
tongue all the way down, slowly, over my body, working his way inch by inch
closer to the place I really wanted his tongue.

It seemed like
it took forever…it felt like hours were passing.

“Come on,” I
said, moaning, the longing growing too intense. “I need you. I need you.”

Finally, it
happened. The tip of Colton’s tongue licked my lips.

It had finally
happened. He didn’t waste any time, now that he was down there.

He used his
tongue and lapped at me…it was wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I breathed a
huge sight of relief, and settled back to enjoy the experience, closing my eyes
as if I was at the spa.

I heard a
sound…other than just the wet lapping.

I opened my
eyes, and saw now why Colton had moved me into the center of the bed. He was
lying facedown on the bed, with just a little bit of his long legs sticking
over the edge.

He was slowly
humping the bed…well, it was more of a slow and powerful thrust. His cock was
still in his pants. But I saw him now reach down and undo his belt buckle. His
huge cock popped out, as if it was spring loaded.

It was a
massively thick cock…and long too. It was simply bulging. The veins all around
it were thick and ropey. But it was also a beautiful cock…it wasn’t just a
grossly large cock like I had seen in the porn movies. It looked more like a
real work of art, like a beautiful sculpture, with the proportions and shading
exactly right, exactly the way I wanted them.

Colton saw me
looking at him. “I like to get a few practice thrusts before the big event,” he
said, giving me another one of his famous winks.

So he did it
just like that. He thrust against the mattress with his huge heavy cock. The
thrusts caused a little channel to develop in the mattress. When he lifted his
head up a little, his torso came with it, and I could see his from the front.
It was as if I was seeing his cock penetrating me, but from the perspective of
my absolute innards, my deep insides, my womb, looking back down the head of
his cock…the barrel, so to speak.

He was lapping
me up…my juices were flowing and I was hot.

“Oh, Colton,” I
moaned, as loud as I could…I wasn’t even trying…the moan just came out.

“I need you,”
said Colton, lifting his head up just a little, and pausing his thrusts against
the mattress. “I need to be inside you right now.”

“I need you,
too,” I said. “I need to feel you deep inside me. Come up here on top of me,
baby.”

Colton pushed
his body up so that he was on top of me. His weight felt reassuring, not to
mention incredibly sexy. I helped him undo the buttons on his western-style
shirt. His naked chest was suddenly revealed as we took his shirt off one
sleeve at a time.

His chest was
hairy…very hairy. But it was sexy. I didn’t like men with hairless chests.
Everyone had their own opinion. But I personally still think that there is
something much more primal about a men with a healthy amount of chest hair. His
muscles on his torso were sinewy…he didn’t have much body fat at all…

Our naked
bodies pressed together. I could feel his deep breathing…he was excited…I was
still moaning softly…in a complete emotional limbo. My vision and senses seemed
to have changed…I was no longer aware of a world outside the hotel room…I was
really no longer aware of anything but my body and Colton’s body.