And I wasn’t disappointed.
By the time we left, three hours after Clay and I got there, I was more than a little turned on. The drunker Leigh gets, the more handsy she is, apparently. But the more handsy she was, the wetter that white shirt kept getting. Hell, at one point I was mildly concerned that she couldn’t even feel her lips anymore. She would just dribble her beer all over her. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love watching her cut loose, but I don’t need the motherfucking punks in this town seeing her like that.
I pull up to the house, Leigh now snoring and drooling against the window. Turning off the truck, I look down at my still painfully hard cock and apologize for him not getting to have fun tonight. I was looking forward to finding out what drunk sex with Leigh would be like. Something tells me, judging by how hard the booze has hit her, it wouldn’t be a fun time.
I drop to the ground and shut my door. She doesn’t even stir, so I run up and unlock the door with the key that’s now on my key ring. Earl gives a hardy meow before walking back into the dark house, clearly not impressed enough to stick around. I can see her still passed out from the porch lights reflecting into the cab. Even a mess, she still makes my chest feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. The power she holds over me is something indescribable.
I walk over to her side of the cab and ease the door open, planning to scoop up my little sleeping angel and bring her inside the house.
“Yeeeeeawwwwwkkkk!” Leigh jumps me the second I click the door lock.
The next minute, though, I’m convinced I really am having a heart attack. The second her door clicked, moving under her passed-out slumber, she jumped and attacked. Second winds have nothing on my girl when she remembers what she was after before passing out. She moving so quickly that she brings us both down to the grass next to my truck. I’ve fallen harder, so a buck twenty-five woman bringing me to my ass is nothing, but it’s the power behind her actions that knocks the wind right out of me. I’m fucking powerless. Powerless and loving every fucking second.
What was that I thought about her being a submissive woman during drunk sex? Fuck, could I have been any more wrong?
“You taste so good,” she hums against my neck, her tongue licking hot paths from the collar of my shirt up to trace the shell of my ear. I was hard before now, but her actions are making my cock painfully so. “God, every inch of you tastes like an orgasm in my mouth.”
My hands grip her hips, trying fruitlessly to guide her fumbled movements and keep her from doing permanent damage to my crotch. Her fingers curl into the gap between my buttons, and she leans up long enough to rip the shirt open, not even wasting time to pull it all the way off before her nimble fingers are pushing up underneath. My hands end up empty when she moves from my hold before I can even register it, but when I feel her hot breath against my stomach, I lift my head up to look down my body.
She’s kneeling next to me, thankfully in the grass and not on the gravel that’s on the other side. Her mouth is kissing softly across the skin right above my belt, her fingers making quick work of the leather. I push her hair over her shoulder, about to come in my fucking pants at the sight of her aroused face.
Fuck me, she wants this. Desperately, if I had to guess.
“Lift up,” she commands, and I comply. She shoves my jeans down, taking my boxer briefs with them. The second my cock springs free of its bindings, though, she abandons my pants.
“Fuckin’ hell!” I bellow into the darkness around us when her mouth takes my cock deeply. Not even gagging when I hit the back of her throat. When her hands come into play, one playing with my balls and the other working in tandem with her mouth on my cock, my eyes cross.
The ability to hold my head up is lost, and I drop back down and look up at the stars painted in the sky. The groans of her getting turned on just from my cock in her mouth become a sound track of lust. Between her noises and her mouth, I have to squeeze my eyes tight and clench my ass, the need to come overpowering.
“Get up here and fuckin’ show your cowboy how you ride,” I grunt, praying that I don’t lose it before I can feel her hot pussy surround me.
I keep my eyes clenched and my hands fisting the grass under me, because I know that seeing her astride me would undo me completely at this point. Control? What’s that? I had almost gained just a smidgen of it back when I feel her straddle my body, but when she drops hard down on my shaft, what little control I had managed to find evaporates.
My eyes snap open of their own volition to witness a sight I will never forget. I had been so lost in trying not to come that I completely missed her stripping down to nothing. There she was, with the moonlight bright on her pale skin, bouncing on my cock. With each vigorous shift of her hips, her tits sway. Her hands brace on my knees behind her, thrusting her chest into the spotlight, and making my mouth water.
“Your penis is so beautiful,” she says with a moan. Even though I’m seconds away from blowing my top, hearing her say that makes my chest move with a laugh. Her head, which had been thrown back in pleasure, lifts, and she glares at me. “Don’t you laugh at me, cowboy.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’,” I thickly rumble.
She moves her hands, still rocking against me, and brings them up to squeeze her tits. My eyes falling to watch her pleasure herself. She gives her heavy breasts a few flexes of her fingers but then moves to pinch her nipples harshly. Her moans pick up volume. I say a silent prayer of thanks for being in the middle of nowhere because seeing her fuck herself on my body in the wide-open space of her front yard is a vision I hope to have branded in my memories forever. I feel my cock swell, her tight pussy making it impossible to do anything but pray I can last.
“You’re so big,” she whimpers, her even rocking faltering slightly.
My hands take her hips again, helping to steady her. Her hands drop her breasts as she falls to brace herself with them on either side of my head. The heavy weight of her huge tits leaves them rocking between our bodies, making my cock twitch, earning a squeak from her. I lick my lips, wishing I had the ability to flip her over and get my mouth on her tits, but I’m powerless to the woman taking what she needs, bringing us both to where we want to be.