Ok... so, my brain went on yet another tangent. 

Anyone here a fan of RedMari’s ‘Spurs and Stripes’ comic? Cause frankly, I can’t get enough. 

*********

“I’m going to go grab some more drinks.” Kim pulled me away from the round table booth, where our co-workers tried to keep from spitting beer from laughing so hard. “Kylee,” Kim snapped, ”come help me carry ‘em.”

As we turned the corner, where none of them could see us, he grabbed my hand, yanking me into the bathroom. “Umm, I don’t exactly need to take a piss, Kim. Do we really have to talk in the nastiest room of the building?” Though, looking around, I had to admit, it was a hell of a lot cleaner and nicer than I‘d ever seen a bar bathroom.

Kim checked the two, swinging-door, stalls quickly then came back over to lock the door. He glared at me as he turned, his eyes furious, folding his arms over his chest. “What the hell was that?”

“You’re kidding right?” I hopped up on the edge of the marbled sink. “They dared me to. What was I supposed to do?”

Kim turned away, throwing his hands in the air. “How about not fuckin’ kiss me in front of everyone we know?” It was cute. Like he couldn’t even talk about it while looking at me.

“Soooo... I can kiss you when we’re alone then?” I asked, mockingly. I knew what he’d meant but couldn’t help teasing him a bit.

“N…no...” Kim’s voice cracked and wavered as he said it.

My heart throbbed. What the hell was that hesitation about? Did he really want me to kiss him when we’re alone? I was just drunk enough to find the bravery to leave the sink and walk up to Kim. I ran my hand across his back, feeling his bulging muscles as I circled around to his front. “Wanna try saying that again? I’m sure you can make yourself believe it if you say it with a bit more...oomph.”

Kim pushed me against the door. “And what about you, huh?” His face was so close I could feel the heat from his words. “Tell yourself it was for a dare all you want. You don’t kiss someone like that on no dare. So I’m gonna ask you again.”

His one good eye, trained on my lips. Fuck, it was sexy to see him stare at me like that.

“What the hell was that kiss about?” he breathed.

I couldn’t handle it. His lips were so close. My insides melted away, taking my breath with it. “Fuck it.” I closed the distance, claiming his lips again, like I had back at the table. Only this time, it was so much hotter. This time I didn’t have to hold back.

One hand held my face and the other slid over my hip. His thumb slipped under my shirt, running small circles on the sensitive skin beneath. Kim’s tongue massaged mine in a perfect rhythm, almost like we were dancing to some unheard music--normal music, definitely not that country shit playing in the other room.

I moaned into his mouth, pulling away to nip at his bottom lip. “Oh, is that how you kiss someone in public? Cause you just made the one at the table seem like a peck on the cheek.”

“You cocky lil’ shit,” Kim sighed. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around him. I could feel how hard he was as he carried me back over to the sink, carefully setting me down.

Whatever he planned to do to me there got interrupted by some jackass knocking at the door. “Have mercy, man. I gotta’ go.”

I leaned into Kim, pressing my body as close as possible, being as evil as possible, while whispering in his ear, “why don’t we find some place a little more private.”

Kim hesitated. I was sure he would just turn me down flat, but when I licked up his neck to his earlobe and gave it a gentle pull with my teeth, Kim’s whole body shivered against me.

“Where did you have in mind?”

***

“This is my truck, Kylee! Does this look private to you?” he complained in a hushed tone. “In fact, this is less private than that bathroom.”

“Just hear me out.” I opened the creaky metal door and pulled him over to it. He didn’t fight it but he looked around anxiously. “It’s late enough that nearly everyone’s gone home and we are parked at the very end. Unless someone’s hiding in those trees, nobody’s gonna see us.”

He had me pinned between his massive body and the open door, his hands stretched over my head to the top of the truck. A low guttural growl, one that I felt down to my toes, resounded through him. He wanted me. I, and honestly anyone walking by, could see that. But he still looked unsure.

“Just trust me.” My fingers slid slowly down his chest, stopping to unbuckle his belt. “Or at least finish deciding inside the truck, before you end up naked out here.” I pulled his zipper down but waited to go any further.

His face flushed at the thought. “Get in the damn truck,” he half growled and whispered.

I ran around to the other side and climbed in. There was no way in hell I was going to give him any extra time to change his mind. Kim sat in the driver’s side but he pushed the seat back as far as it would go. I layed down in the seat on my stomach, crawling towards him with my ass in the air like a cat in heat. “See, just looks like a regular cowboy, sitting all alone, not getting a blow-job from the local, goth, ranch-hand,” I said, placing a kiss on his thigh.

“Kylee! Stop!” He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head away.

A groan escaped my lips. “Future reference, Kim. That’s not how you get me to stop anything. That’s how you start shit.” I leaned up and kissed him. “Also… shut up,” I said, licking over his lips. I lifted his shirt up and kissed down his chest. “Just sit back and relax, cowboy. I got this.”

His stomach twitched with every kiss I led down his body. As I got down to his pants my eyes couldn’t leave the enormous bulge, fighting it’s way through his open pants. Kim’s hand gripped the back of my shirt as I licked it over the underwear. He wanted to pull me away. He’s lucky he didn’t. I would’ve had to tie his hands to the steering wheel. There was no way I was leaving without having that cock go into some part of my body.

I pulled the elastic band up and licked the tip.

“Kylee…,” he gasped.

A smile pulled at my lips. The way he was reacting had me hard as fuck, and if Kim wasn’t so afraid of being seen, I would’ve climbed on top of him right there in the parking lot. I pushed his pants down further. It jutted up, so hard, and already dripping with pre-cum. I knew damn well that I wasn’t going to be able to take it all but I sure as fuck was gonna have fun trying.

His cock’s skin was smooth as silk sliding into my mouth, perfectly veiny and warm. Kim made more of those sexy noises above me, gasping and hissing with every movement of my tongue. His hand clasped the back of my head, weaving his fingers through my hair more, his grip growing tighter as I went.

My tongue swirled around the shaft, massaging it to the rhythm we seem to create together. I sucked him as far as I could manage, which was only about half-way. Spit trickled down to make it easier for my hand to stroke the bottom half.

“Kylee…” Kim panted.

If only he knew how hard my dick got each time he said my name.

“Kylee, I’m going to cum soon. Sit back.” He pulled my hair again to get me to lift my head.

I did warn him about that. I moaned around his dick and started sucking faster while I held his hand on top of my head.

“Damn it, Kylee. I can’t,” he huffed. “Sit up. I can’t hold it back.” He pulled my hair again.

“Fuck yes!” Saliva strung from my lip to his dick as I slipped it out to speak. “Pull it harder, Kim.” I put it back in, taking him in even further, forcing my throat to expand and let him in.

I could feel his dick begin to swell, the veins throbbing against my tongue. Kim fought it, huffing and groaning, but in the last second, he pushed my head down as the hot, salty, thick, liquid poured into my mouth. I swallowed, licking the tip with every little bead that kept pushing its way out.

Kim’s body relaxed against the seat, but shivered as I licked the last of it off and sat up with some still on the tip of my tongue. I was just showing him, trying to tease and taunt him with the fact that he couldn’t pull me away in time, but Kim took it as an offering. He stuck his tongue to mine, kissing me hard.

He pulled away with a satisfied smile but heat still burning in his eyes. He turned the keys to the truck and pulled up his pants, winking at me. “Let’s get you home before you get blue-balls.”

I nodded, already about to burst from that kiss. “Fuck yes, please.”