American Honey

He pauses, his eyes searching mine. My hands move to his chest and then his hair. He lets me pull at his hair, trying to make him come forward, but then he stops and takes my wrists and pins them down on the bale. Pressing forward, his buckle grinding into me again. The hard metal has bumps and ridges that outline a cowboy on a bucking bull. Never would have thought that could work.

But it’s Callan James we’re talking about. He knows his way and I’m his sinning soul waiting for him. His lips are on mine, his elbows holding him up while my wrists are still trapped under his hold. “You like that?”

I can’t even respond. I’m fucking a belt buckle worn by a world champion bull rider.

I’m not sure what it is about Callan and this, but everything is exactly right and the friction of the cool metal grinding against me is exactly what I want. Writhing under his hands, I begin to move my hips on my own will. When he comes forward, Callan’s chest is heavy with heavy breaths giving me another angle. I kiss his rough and tensed cheek, his jaw, and then his lips.

“That’s it…come for me, baby.” He says plunging his tongue in my mouth.

I never thought this was going to happen. I was giving up on the idea of Callan giving into me. Right now with him being this way with me, I’m beginning to think it’s more than giving into me physically. Look at him, he’s loving this. He’s just as into this as I was giving him a blowjob the other night.

The warmth starts low and it’s sudden, like the pop of a firecracker, nothing compares to what I’ve experienced before is headed my way. Callan has nothing on these boys from the south and he hasn’t even entered me yet, this orgasm is going to be the eight second ride of my life, maybe longer.

Callan’s eyes are low watching his buckle rubbing where it wouldn’t normally be touching me, watching, moving me against him when I start to shake against him. My heels dig into his ass, begging him to come closer, harder, anything to make this last longer. He does, oh God, does he.

His breath comes out in short gasps, much like mine.

“Oh God!” I scream, my eye squeezing shut as I throw my arms around his shoulders hanging onto him, clawing at his skin.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice is rough, low and tense as he whispers to me. “There you go…fall apart for me.” One hand moves from beside me, wrapping around the back of my neck and bringing his kiss to mine. He’s excited and his kiss shows me, wild tongue and frantic gasps.

Oh yeah, Callan James is a champion bull rider all right.

My attention goes to the clanking of his buckle and then the faint sounds of his zipper. He smiles at me, dirty and wicked, when he sees I’m watching him.

Me having an orgasm just off his buckle must have gotten to him more than he’s willing to admit because he’s undoing that buckle the next second, searching for the condom in his wallet and pulling down his jeans. It’s like it’s all in one motion.

“That was so fucking hot.” He’s panting as much as I am, barely able to get the words out as he rolls the condom on.

“Have you done that before?” I’m still trying to catch my breath but I can’t wait for him to get that condom on because I want more. So much more. I never want tonight to end.

“No, never.” He didn’t hesitate to answer as I feel his hardness right where I need him. He slides forward but doesn’t slip in. I move slightly but he holds me in place. “Stay there. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

He’s most certainly not.

His fingers trace my cheek bone. “Are you sure?”

I slide my fingers over the hair on his chest. “I’ve had sex before, Callan.”

He gives me a long stare, his eyes searching mine as a grin appears. “Yeah, but you’ve never had sex with a bull rider, have you?”

Oh. Uh. Speechless. How do I even respond to that one?

“No…” I stutter out. My heart starts hammering, the cool night washing over my body, heated only by his breath. I flinch when his warm palm finds my bare breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple.

“Are you sure?” he asks again sucking my nipple into his warm mouth. The feel of his soft tongue lapping at my breasts makes me shiver in his arms.

“I’ll never say no to you.”

His eyes raise to mine. “Maybe you should.”

My legs wrap around his waist a little tighter. “I’d be stupid to tell you no.”

He doesn’t seem convinced just yet, his eyes scanning the barn. “Should we go to your room?”

“My dad’s in there…”

He laughs. “The barn’s just fine.”