Cowboy Baby Daddy

I raised an eyebrow at her, but it wasn't as though I could hide how turned on I was. Especially not as her hand crept higher against my inseam, grazing against my member. My eyes fell shut for a moment, as I concentrated on just breathing.

“Are you all right?” Olivia asked innocently, and I opened my eyes to give her an unimpressed look. She giggled in response, entirely unrepentant.

“I swear, next time we have sex, I'm going to tease you mercilessly until you're practically crying for it, just to see how you like it,” I growled in a low voice, watching as her eyes grew dark.

“Oh yeah?” she asked. “You started it.”

“I don't care,” I said.

Olivia grinned and leaned in for a quick kiss. “To be honest,” she said as we broke apart, “after you avoided me last time, I didn't think you were even considering having sex with me again.”

“For the last time, I wasn't avoiding you,” I said, even though I still felt guilty about that. But I had a way to make it up to her. I was pretty sure. “You know, I know this motel that's not far from here. What do you say we get a doggy bag for the rest of the food and head over there?”

Olivia's mouth dropped open, and I could tell she was into the idea. “We're both adults,” she reminded me, though. “Why not just go home? Unless that's some sort of fetish for you, anonymous motel sex.”

I burst out laughing, unable to help it. “No!” I said, pulling her into a quick hug. “But last time we had sex, some of the neighbors noticed my car in your driveway late at night. As much as I like what we're doing, I'm not ready for the whole town to be in on our business just yet, if that's okay with you. If we go to a motel, we can keep things under wraps for a little while longer.”

Olivia pulled away from me. “Wow, that makes me feel really good about this,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “You don't want the town to know that you're interested in someone like me?”

“That's not it at all,” I said earnestly, twisting my fingers in hers. “But I'm a widower, Olivia, and my mother-in-law, not to mention my young daughter, both live in Tamlin. As well as your mother, and Ernie the gossip, and a bunch of other people. I'm just not ready to open that can of worms yet.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Olivia admitted.

“It's not forever,” I assured her. “Just for now, until we've settled into whatever it is that we're doing with one another.”

“All right,” Olivia said at last, shaking her head. “So where is this motel?”

Chapter Fourteen

Olivia

When we got to the motel, Eric wasted no time in pushing me back against the door, his mouth hot against mine. The kiss was rough; he wasn't playing around this time. I could feel his erection grinding insistently against my hip, and I smiled, pleased that I could have him so worked up, so soon.

He sucked in a breath as I trailed my fingers up his chest. I undid the top couple buttons on his shirt and pulled it messily over his head. We continued to make out for another couple minutes, as I scratched my fingernails lightly up his chest. For his part, he seemed content to let me do whatever I wanted for the time being, and it was a heady feeling, being in control of his pleasure. I remembered how well he had played me the previous time, and I figured it must be my turn.

After a moment, he pulled back, looking as though he was going to ask something. But before he could get the words out, I smiled demurely at him and dropped to my knees on the carpet.

“Jesus, Olivia,” he said, his voice hoarse and shocked.

“Is this okay?” I asked, pausing as I started to undo the button on his slacks.

He stared at me uncomprehendingly and then gave a strangled laugh. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, it's okay.”

I grinned and slowly unbuttoned his slacks, pulling down both them and his boxer briefs. Then, I slowly licked my lips, still looking up at him past the hard length of his cock. I leaned forward and licked experimentally at his tip, reveling in the soft groan that fell from the man's lips.

I dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock and lapped at the precum already collecting at the tip, tonguing the opening and smiling to myself as Eric's head fell back against the door with an audible thunk. Finally, deciding that I had teased him enough, I slid his full length into my mouth, going inch by inch. I was surprised at his patience: I could feel his thigh muscles quivering under my fingers, and I could tell how taxing it was for him to try to hold back and not thrust impatiently into my mouth.

Eric gently stroked my hair, not pushing but just resting there. His breathing was harsh, and it quickened further as I wrapped my fingers around his base, stroking in time with the movements of my mouth. I increased the pressure, sucking hard and squeezing with my hand, and he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Wait,” he suddenly said, catching my shoulder. He let out a long, noisy breath, shaking his head a little. “That feels incredible, but I'm not going to last if you keep going. And what I'd really like is to make love to you again.”

I blushed, giving him a pleased, shy smile. I got slowly to my feet, biting my lower lip and looking up at him through my eyelashes as I slowly began to strip off my clothing. I left nothing on; I was naked as I made my way over to the bed. Eric rushed to catch up, leaving his own clothing in a messy pile on the floor even though such neglect would probably leave awful creases in his shirt.

He didn't seem to care, though, as he joined me on the bed, bringing a hand up to gently cup my cheek. He brushed back my hair, stroking the soft skin of my cheekbone with the rough pad of his thumb. “God, you're beautiful,” he breathed, leaning in to kiss me again. I shivered in anticipation, my legs falling open to him, inviting him in.

Eric's eyes went dark with lust, and his fingers dipped experimentally into the space between my legs. He growled, feeling how wet I already was. It didn't take much foreplay for me to be ready for him. He was still hard from my earlier ministrations as well, his cock arching between us, dark with need.

But then he paused, just staring down at me for a long moment, as though trying to memorize every detail of my body. “Eric,” I whined.