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She turned around, waited for him to catch his breath, then reached past him to close the toilet lid and push him down.
“Ah, God, yes,” he moaned as she impaled herself once again on his hard length, using her hands on either wall to steady her pace and gain leverage.
She pushed up the walls on her high heeled, cowgirl boots as he pounded into her. She ground her soaking clit into him. Itwasn’t long before she heard him again making the noises she loved so much. He convulsed again, longer, deeper. He begged her between halted breaths to come.
She was almost ready to oblige. Almost.
She grasped his shoulders and rode him hard, his shoulder muscles bunching beneath her hands. His twitching dick buried deep inside her was sending her over the edge. That was good, so good. She moaned, letting him know she was close. He whispered in her ear again for her to come, to come around him loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear. Then he reached up and took hold of her aching tits, stretching her nipples between his talented fingers.
It was enough.
Her synapses exploded, and with two more quick bounces, she tipped over the edge. The ripples of her orgasm struck her like an internal earthquake, rolling from her core to the soles of her feet and up to the top of her head.
Xavier cried out in pleasure, his hard work rewarded. Over and over, she rolled her pelvis on his lap, drawing out every last atom of pleasure for them both. As the glow spread through her body, the ball of tension in her stomach eased.
She gave him a slight, sweaty smile. “Thanks, baby. That oughtta do it.”
He leaned back, still panting. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
They cleaned up and straightened themselves out as best they could. The bathroom was deserted, their previous audience no doubt scared off by the X-rated noises coming from their cubical. They slipped back to their table without running into any curious onlookers, not a moment too soon.
The karaoke DJ grabbed his microphone and called Hope’s name. She turned to Xavier as her stomach clenched. He waved her forward, leading the crowd in cheering as shestepped hesitantly towards the stage. The DJ handed her the microphone, and it was just her and the crowd. Everything else was fuzzy at the edges.
It was her fault for telling Xavier about her love of female country singers. He’d spent the whole evening encouraging her to take the stage, pouting and cajoling until she’d finally given in. She had chosen an old Dolly Parton number she guessed would be familiar to the crowd, hoping to win them over on sentimentality if not talent.
As she sang the first strains, a raucous wolf whistle from the direction of the bar caught her attention. Leaning against the corner stood a tall, and judging by the ludicrously large belt buckle, authentic young cowboy.
She nodded her thanks and continued to sing, quietly at first but rising in volume as the familiar lyrics lulled her nerves and the smiles of the strangers urged her on. The lack of lyrical stumbles lifted her hopes. By the time she got to the chorus, the whole crowd was singing along, raising their glasses in appreciation as she sang her heart out to each and every one of them. Her smile stretched from one side of her face to the other, almost unable to squeeze the words past it.
Holy shit, I’ve never felt so alive!
Why had she never done this before?
As she sang the final word and the crowd erupted into whoops and cheers, Xavier led the standing ovation. It was him who drew her gaze like a magnet. He raised his glass in her direction and drank his salute.
As she stepped from the stage, though, it was the tall cowboy from the bar who reached her first. More cat calls and wolf whistles followed when, ignoring her protests, he threw her over his shoulder and strode with her back to his spot in the corner. She hastily tugged her skirt back to a respectable length as he deposited her onto a stool.
“Sorry for grabbing you, ma’am” the cowboy drawled unrepentantly, “but I gotta buy you a drink.”
She slipped from the bar stool and said as politely as she could, “I’m glad you enjoyed the song, but I really must be getting back to my friend. Please, excuse me.”
He grabbed her arm as she started to turn. “Just one drink? You know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.” He winked, as though that would seal the deal.
She considered punching him in the face the way her brothers had taught her, but decided perhaps a broken nose wasn’t the best way to respond. Judging by the murderous glower on Xavier’s face, it was what the cowboy was going to get if she didn’t move away from him quickly.
She added a little frost to her smile. “I don’t think so.”
She yanked her arm from his grasp and stumbling, made her way back towards their table, bumping against a similarly dressed cowboy who wrapped an opportunistic arm around her waist and dragged her down onto his lap.
Xavier was on his feet with a thunderous expression. It was only a matter of time before someone got their teeth knocked out. Smiling even more icily at the second cowboy, she jumped up, ignored the stinging slap he deposited on her arse, and made her way with more speed than grace back to Xavier’s side.
“Hey, hey,” she said before he could open his mouth, “You know how you said we could celebrate any way I want?”
He continued to glower over her shoulder while he dropped a territorial kiss on her lips. “Yeah,” he said warily.
“Well, I’ve asked both of those fine young gentlemen to join us at the motel in about fifteen minutes,” She waved airily over her shoulder, “So we’d better get our skates on if we—”
