The Rodeo Queen's Touchdown

11-Parker

Parker

“What the f**k do you think you are doing?”

I have never heard Aaron use such a hateful tone. I would have felt bad for Rhonda if I wasn’t just as angry. She came in at the worst possible time.

“Oh baby, I saw you coming up here and I knew you would be waiting for me,” Rhonda answers coyly.

Aaron bends down to help me stand, checking for injuries. I am alright, was just surprised by her actions.

“Oh, please Rhonda. Your delusional,” I use an insult that she once used on me.

Rhonda’s face went bright red either from anger or embarrassment, I am not sure which. She rounds on me, “Excuse me. This is a conversation between my boyfriend and me. You can see yourself out of his room before you make a bigger embarrassment of yourself.”

“Haha. I am not the one making a spectacle. Last time I checked, your boyfriend,” I use my fingers to make air quotes around ‘boyfriend’, “is downstairs. You remember who he is right? The guy whose d**k was basically shoved up your asshole all night. You might want to want to go back downstairs before he realizes that p*****s are actually meant to be tight.”

If possible, Rhonda’s face went even brighter. She is really pissed, and you can see the steam coming from her ears as she tries to come up with her own insult. Aaron and I are having a hard time keeping in our laughter in as she sputters. Not able to think of anything, Rhonda stomps her foot on the ground like a child and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Aaron and I look at each other, breaking into hysterics.

“Remind me to lock the door next time,” Aaron remarks offhandedly.

“Oh, so you think there will be a next time, huh?” I teased.

Aaron blushed and nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He started to stutter, trying to backtrack his statement. I giggled at how adorable he is acting.

Grabbing his tie and pulling him close to me, “I’m just playing with you. I would love to have a next time.” Then, I pulled his lips down to mine for a hard, searing kiss. I could get used to this.

“Let’s go back downstairs, maybe dance a little,” I suggested, putting our hands together and dragging him back to the party.

We reach the makeshift dance floor, and a slow song starts to play. Aaron puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to his body. I don’t think that you could fit a piece of paper between us. My arms automatically wrapped around his neck and pull him down to me. Our mouths are so close we can smell our breaths. We are swaying to the song, just soaking up each other’s presence. The song changes to an upbeat tempo and our bodies start to move faster. I turn in his arms so that his front is to my back and start grinding on him. Aaron’s hands are touching all over my body, making me hotter and hotter. I can feel his erection start to poke my ass and wetness pools around my thighs.

By the third, or possibly fourth, song, we are sweating, panting messes. I am so turned on right now, I may squirt right here on the dance floor. Aaron’s hands have been grabbing the hem of dress almost the whole time. Pretty soon, he will find out that I am not wearing any underwear.

“Want to get out of here?” he says breathlessly.

“Oh, god, yes,” I pant out.

Aaron grabs my hand and leads me out the door. He is a man on a mission and barely acknowledges the people trying to engage him in conversation. Once outside, the cool night air curbs my lust, but only just a little. Aaron hustles me into the car and floors it back to my dorm. I laugh at his eagerness as he hauls me out of the car and up the stairs to my room. I am barely through the door before Aaron has pushed me against it and clicks the lock. He crashes his lips onto mine, desperate to have me. I wind my arms around his neck, just as desperate. The kiss becomes more demanding and full of dominance as his hands move to cup my breasts. Oh god, this feels amazing. I want more, so much more.

Aaron moves his hands from my breasts to my butt and starts to grab it, finally moving to underneath my thighs and pulling them around his waist. I am a moaning mess as he walks to the bed and puts me gently down. For a while, he is just staring at me.

“I want you so bad,” he admits.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask as I sit up to kiss his neck. He is groaning as he slides his hands up my legs and starts kneading my ass. His hands still moments later when Aaron finally realizes I am not wearing any underwear.

“Thank god I didn’t realize you were bare earlier; I might have f****d you right there in the middle of the living room for everyone to see,”

I moan at the intensity of Aaron’s comment as it makes me wetter, picturing the scene in my head. I don’t have time to come back as he slowly raises my dress to my hips and starting to finger my c**t, rubbing circles with his thumb while kissing my neck.

“Babe, you are so wet.”

“Please, more,” I moan.

Aaron pushes me back down on to the bed and continues to push my dress up to my stomach. He is sitting between my thighs, continuing to finger me. He lowers himself so that his mouth is now at my entrance, lightly blowing on it.

Taking a deep sniff, Aaron whispers, “You smell heavenly. Do you taste just as good?”

I’m not sure how much more I can take when he licks me up and down.

“No, even better!”

That is the last thing that he says before he attacks my p***y. Aaron is eating me out as if I am the last meal he is going to ever eat. My back arches off the bed in pleasure. He needs to hold my thighs down so that I cannot wiggle out of his hold. I am panting heavily, when I feel him put a finger in me. He adds another finger while continuing to eat me out. I feel so full, not sure how much more I can take.

“Aaron, I’m going…”

Before I can finish my sentence, my first o****m runs through my body. He doesn’t stop until I’ve had three more. Aaron starts to kiss up my body, the dress getting higher and higher, until stopping above my breasts. He licks and bites one n****e while groping the other. I gasp at the painful pleasure that zings through my body. When he feels that n****e has had enough attention, he moves on to the next. This experience is pure bliss. When he is done with my n*****s, Aaron kisses up my neck, then my jaw, and finally landing back at my lips. The dress finally comes all the way off.

“Perfection,” Aaron whispers in awe, “Tonight, I am going to fully make you mine.”

My breath catches, my deepest desire becoming fulfilled.

Staring into my eyes, Aaron admits, “I have dreamt of doing this for years. I can finally say that it was better than any of my dreams. I want all of you, please say that I can have all of you?” He was practically pleading by the end of his little speech.

As if to answer his question, I start to undress him, lifting his shirt over his head. I them slowly pull at his belt buckle. Putting my hand into his open jeans, I start to caress his hard p***s. It feels amazing, hard steel underneath a covering of velvet. It is so big, and I cannot wait to feel it inside of me. Aaron’s d**k twitches in my hand and gets even harder. Losing his patience, Aaron drags his pants and boxers all the way off his body and lays me back down on the bed. Wanting him so badly, I open my legs wider, inviting him in. He turns back around to his pants, grabbing the condoms out of his wallet. I see that he has brought two and get excited at the thought of screwing more than once. I grab the opened condom wrapper from him and unroll it onto his d**k for him. His eyelids flutter as I prolong the feeling.

“God baby, your hands feel so good on me.”

Aaron lowers his body, hovering just on top of me. His p***s is right at my entrance. He searches my face one more time to make sure I want to do this. Opening my legs even wider, he slowly thrusts into me inch by inch. Holy crap, I am so full! My eyes roll back into my head as the intense pleasure rushes through me. Aaron pauses once he is all the way in, allowing me to adjust to his size. Not able to use words, I wrap my legs around him and use my heels to let him know that I am ready. Aaron starts thrusting slowly at first. It feels so good and soon I am matching his thrusts. I have never had s*x this good before. The only noise is our heavy pants and moans and the slapping of our skin.

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” Aaron moans as he attacks my lips. His hands roam all over my body as our thrusts get harder, deeper. I can actually feel his balls hit my ass.

Before I know it, the most intense o****m rushes through my body, calling out Aaron’s name in ecstasy. Simultaneously, Aaron comes hard into the condom, grunting my name. I have to admit; it’s heady knowing that someone called your name during the c****x. No wonder guys have such huge egos when women do that. We just lay there, collecting our breaths. Aaron tenderly kisses me before lowering his forehead to mine.

“That was amazing. We should have done this ages ago,” he says.

“What too you so long?” I ask playfully.

“Just me being an i***t. Everyone told me to go for it. Trey even gave us his blessing. I guess I was just afraid to mess this up and lose you. You are one of the few people that I can honestly talk to and know you will not judge me,” Aaron confesses.

I’m taken aback by his answer. I could cry from this feeling of being loved. I never knew he felt that way about me.

Caressing his cheek, I answer softly, “Well, we are together now, and I don’t think you can mess this up. I’m pretty hard to get rid of.”

Aaron breaths a sigh of relief. We lay like that for a little longer until his d**k softens, and he pulls out gently. I suddenly feel empty, not really liking this feeling.

“Come gorgeous, lets take a shower and get cleaned up before falling asleep,” Aaron takes my hands and pulls me off the bed.

A shower does sound good since we are a sticky, sweaty mess. He helps walk me to the bathroom since I cannot feel my legs. Aaron makes sure that the temperature is right before walking us into the shower. We stand under the spray to let the water wash our skin clean. Our hands are roaming as he grabs my shampoo, massaging it into my scalp. My body just melts into him. I do him the same favor and can tell how much he enjoys it as I am getting poked by his mini-me. We both grab the body wash and lather each other’s bodies, stealing kisses and making lingering touches. Finishing our shower, Aaron wraps me up in a dry towel and grabs one for himself. We dry up and get back into bed. Aaron lays on his back and pulls me onto his chest. He looks like all hard muscle, but his skin is smooth and soft, feeling like a soft pillow beneath my head. He tightens his arms around me, and we fall into a peaceful sleep.

I awake sometime still in the middle of the night, same position as before. I am so comfortable and warm. Looking up at Aaron’s sleeping face, he looks so calm. I allow myself this time to really look at him, taking in every rippling muscle, every sharp plane. I remember all his touches, the soft caring ones and the passionate, urgent ones. My gaze continues lower as I see the tent in the blanket, getting a very mischievous idea. Wiggling my body out of his hold, I bring myself level to his c**k, taking away the blanket as if unwrapping a present. I have never really tried to describe a p***s, but if you asked me to use one word to describe Aaron’s: beautiful. It’s already hard and ready for me. Licking the speck of pre-c*m off the tip, I take the rest of his swollen member into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I feel his c**k twitch as I take him all the way down my throat. Grunting, Aaron grabs my hair and guides my mouth how he likes it. I start playing with his balls, when he gently pulls me off of him.

“I need to come inside you.”