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You're tired of this shit.
Genuinely shocked. Hurt. Confused.
Am I not good enough? You thought this to yourself in every conceivable, twisted way. Surely, you were the problem. Why else would your partner of 12 whole years have done that?
"Pathetic." Shaking your head while referring to yourself, you wave the young bartender down to order another of your drink of choice for the night.
I wonder if she's good enough. Is she in a happy relationship? I mean, look at her. She's so pretty. Who would betray someone as pretty as her?
Self-pity is prominent tonight, apparently. Thanking the bartender, you slip a couple bills into the tip jar before you forget. She's nice and just because you're miserable and probably alone forever now, doesn't mean you have to take that out on others.
As much as you'd love to take it out on that piece of shit ex, though. Continuing to sip on your drink, you don't even know how many you've had at this point, you lazily watch the TV. Try to, at least. Considering your vision is botched from the exhaustion of all the crying you've done today.
We were talking about marriage. We were even looking at rings together. Been living together for 9 years out of the whole relationship. My whole world revolved around that damn shithead. What do I even do with myself? Why did I have to lose so much independence? I shouldn't feel helpless and like I have no sun to revolve around, yet I do. God, what a literal fucking joke.
You're so lost in your negative thoughts that you haven't been paying attention to the other bar attendees around you. A couple other sad-looking loners. Some couples, cheesy bastards, just having a nice date night out enjoying spending time together. Same with friend groups of varying age ranges and lifestyles laughing and living life freely.
All of this going on around you that you haven't noticed a set of brown eyes that have observed you for the past half an hour. That same set of brown eyes that found their way to the barstool next to you and nestled in, waving down that same pretty bartender and ordering a drink.
"And how 'bout a glass of water for the lady here?" The deep timbre of the man's voice saying that is what brought you back to your seat at the bar. Straw embarrassingly still in your mouth for who knows how long amidst your drifting mind, you chance a sideways look to your right.
Even more embarrassing is how wide your eyes got upon seeing who was seated next to you. Holy hell, talk about attractive. This man was built. Fuck, he looked cozy and warm and those arms in that olive green button up flannel with the sleeves cuffed up to the elbows-
Shit, I need to control myself. Just what I need right now. I probably look disgusting too. Man, I really can't catch a break. You had to halt yourself from analyzing the stranger before you. In such a desperate way, at least. But he really was gorgeous.
Kudos to more embarrassing behavior, because you didn't even realize how quickly you fixed your posture and tried to straighten up your presumably messy hair.
"Ah- you forgot somethin'," the rugged man reached out a hand towards your face before plucking the straw that was still hanging between your lips. Once you realized that fact, your eyes grew back to wide saucers before reaching up to your face in shock that the straw had been there.
Observing how beet red you turned from embarrassment, the man grew a sideways smirk before biting that very straw between his own lips, all while maintaining amused eye contact.
Oh, the gorgeously deep laugh that emerged from him when you had started sputtering, finally coming to your senses.
"You do the whole embarrassing people on a daily basis thing or what?" Finally speaking, you gained a sliver of courage and puffed your chest while attempting to stand up for yourself. Who knows how well that'd even do, though.
Still amused with a twinkle in his eye, he twirls the your straw in his mouth while unashamedly looking you up and down. It made your skin prickle. And subconsciously try to fix your posture even though you literally just did that. Who was this man?
"Nawh, darlin'. I was tryin' to unwind from my day with a good ol' rum and coke when I caught sight of a pretty little thing at the bar here with tears on her cheeks lookin' sorry for herself," having taken the straw out of his mouth and holding it now on the woodgrain countertop of the bar as if it was a cigar.
You scoffed when he uttered the words 'pretty little thing' because, well, yeah right. If you were a pretty little thing maybe you wouldn't be losing your marbles over everything you built over the past 12 years. Regardless, you look back up at the tan-skinned man when he finishes speaking only to be met with genuine care, and dare you say, a slight look of concern for your wellbeing.
"So... what's got your pretty face covered in tears, sugar?" In a softer, caring voice, he had tilted his head lower to be able to look in the eyes of your now downtrodden head from the anxiety of being perceived in your sad state.
Once again scoffing because you're honestly astonished at what's happening right now, you give him a response. Albeit a guarded one, all things considered.
"Please, spare me. I doubt you care and you're just looking for an easy pick-up. Miss Miserable-Me right here ended up being your target." Angrily stabbing the straw of your water, you start downing it, feeling pleasantly refreshed from the icy beverage. Head resting in your left hand that's propped on the countertop, you loll your head to the right to look back at him. Admittedly, getting a better opportunity to further check him out. He had the flannel tucked into a pair of dark brown denim adorned with a gold belt buckle. Upon further downward inspection, cowboy boots. This didn't look tacky, though. Like he was the real deal. Everything on him looked used, worn in, seen the days of work and hard life. Fuck, he looked so good.
When you moved your gaze back upwards, you noticed he was taking off an equally as worn cowboy hat. Yes, a cowboy hat. People actually unironically wear those out in public? Yeesh. But again, it suited him. He looked tough, but sensual at the same time. One leg was propped on the footrest of the bar, while the other stretched out and downwards with his foot on the ground, facing you. He wasn't even entirely sitting on the barstool, more like leaning on it.
As he was setting his hat down, you couldn't help the urge that came to you to desire running your hands through his scruffy, brown hair. You shook those lustful thoughts away when he spoke up.
"Respectfully, I ain't denying that I've done that, sure," scrunching his brows together, he continues, "but you look awfully broken. It tugged at me a bit. Made me curious about ya. Just wanted to offer a shoulder. Someone to vent to. You looked like ya needed the distraction. But, hell, if you wanna be left alone just say the word. I don't mind."
Those last words are what piqued your interest. He looked so sincere, too. Truth be told, while you had your reserves about a random man approaching you, especially while you're so vulnerable, something about him drew you in. Those eyes, maybe. Why was he looking at you like that? So soft. Fuck, you don't want to be left alone.
Taking a deep sigh and rolling your negative emotions out of the way, you give the broad man your name. That made him smile a big, lopsided grin. You're just gonna ignore how gorgeous he looked and how it made your heartstrings tug a bit. He absolutely knew the effect he had on people.
"Cole Cassidy. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, sweetheart." He reached a hand to shake yours, before boldly bringing it to his lips and giving it a kiss. Now, that definitely made your heart skip. Why were you even sad again?
"Sorry if that was tacky or old-fashioned," Cole shyly shook his head out of embarrassment, almost like he regretted kissing your hand. There was a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks peeking over his full beard. Before he could continue to feel further embarrassment, your shake your own head before reaching out and putting a hand on his forearm.
"No no, it's okay. Really." You smiled at him, making eye contact and just staying that way for a second before the two of you parted ways with brief laughter.
"Well, well little lady. Would ya look at that? Seems you got me flustered," Cole shakes his head in disbelief while chuckling, that handsome smirk of his adorned on that face the entire time.
Your face flushes further, because your broken self esteem from the recent shitty events in your life all but left any semblance of confidence you had and turned it into a pile of rubble. This man? Flustered because of you? Yeah, sure. You bite your bottom lip briefly upon hearing that, and you almost miss how the man with the deep, southern drawl tracks that movement with his eyes. Those same eyes that momentarily turned lustful. A churning feeling arose in your lower stomach just at the sight of Cassidy's chocolate eyes looking at you in such a way.
"I really doubt I could do such a thing, Cole," replying to him, you turn to fumble with your drink. Considering your self-consciousness decided to show up again and everything. That brief taste of flirtation and lust now gone in the musky, bar wind.
Tsk'ing at your comment, Cole shook his head. Fully prepared to diminish your self-deprecating talk.
"Now, I know you saw me gettin' bashful over ya just a second ago. Why would you doubt that? That was all 'cause of you, pumpkin." Honestly astonished at his forward honesty, you really couldn't help but just stare back at him, mouth slightly ajar (yet another embarrassing point for you, tonight. Way to go.) Observing your shock in a rather amused state, the man before you smirks once again. Little do you know just how cute he's been finding you throughout your conversation. He reached out that same hand as before, cupping your chin and gently closing your mouth shut.
"Don't wanna catch no flies in that pretty mouth, do ya?" Cassidy's voice was quieter. Softer. Noticeably huskier. His hand never left your face, thumb moving up now to delicately rub across your bottom lip. This gesture alone put the two of you in your own little bubble, focused entirely on one another without a care of who and what was around you. You stared into his velvety eyes, and just seeing how he was looking at you again gave you a little push of courage. Opening your mouth, you enticed the tip of his thumb into you before wrapping your lips around him. Gaze now turned sultry towards the scruffy man before you, you proceed to faintly suck on his thumb, twirling your tongue around it before letting it go with a pop.
"There's something else I'd rather catch, instead." The bravery is alive in you right now, a complete 180 from how you were when you walked into the place. You watched Cole, who was breathing a little heavier now and had a twinkle in his mischievous eyes, as he chuckled before downing the remainder of his drink. When he set the glass back down, he looked you up and down and really took you in this time. Goddamn, what a work of art he thought you were. His skin was tingling with electricity ever since you pulled that little number with that perfect mouth of yours.
"Well ain't you a treat?" Cassidy's grin grew to a full blown smile now, that signature cowboy charm of his coming back in full force. You actually, genuinely laughed at that. And my god if it didn't entice him even more about you. He was starting to think he was rather smitten with you. But, he couldn't help but think back to how he first found you. You really did look so broken, and he just felt drawn to you, wanting to see if he could help you. Talk it out, what have you. He didn't care. He just wanted those tears to go away.
"You okay, though, darlin'? I don't wanna intrude. Now I won't lie, I'm thrilled to have gotten a mighty gorgeous laugh outta you. But you did seem awfully distraught when I came up to ya."
Sighing, you give him grace and appease his worries. "I am now, thanks to you. You wanna know what's wrong? It's fine. I'll tell you. Because fuck that guy. I just came out of a 12-year long goddamn serious relationship because my shitface of an ex was cheating on me. With multiple people. In our bed. Our home. I feel betrayed, hurt, lost. Fuck- alone! I-I I can't even fathom what I have to face now when I go back."
You had gotten so carried away and riled up spilling to Cole about what brought you here in the first place that you didn't even notice him saddle up next to you. Cassidy wrapped his warm, thick arms around you and pulled you flush against him. One of his feet still propped up on the barstool, allowing for even more intimate contact against his radiating body.
"Shhhh babygirl, don't you worry yourself 'bout him right now," his hands squeezed your hips for a brief second to comfort you (or arouse you??), "Now, thank you for feeling safe enough with me to tell me your feelin's and what you're goin' through."
Just being in his embrace soothed you back down. To the point of letting out a content sigh. Your raised your hands, tracing up his toned stomach and resting on his broad chest.
"Fuck, you're so warm." You couldn't help express this observation out loud, and your blood rushed downwards when you felt that timbre again of his buttery laugh.
He said your name, that husky tone making itself known once again. You looked up at him when he did so.
"It may not be my place, but I don't think I'm imaginin' this... energy between us. What would you say to me treatin' you real good tonight?" The two of you were looking at one another with pure sex in your eyes. You hardly registered your faces getting closer until you felt one of his hands reach down and firmly cup your ass, pulling you even tighter against him and his faintly growing bulge. Your lips met, wet and open and heavy. Cassidy groaned quietly, giving your ass a squeeze while flagging the bartender down with his other hand.
This rather... indecent behavior for a public place is nothing new for a bar. And definitely not the first time the sweet bartender currently working has seen it. She absolutely preferred it over the other more violent behavior that bars often see. Knowing the drill already, the woman readied up the cowboy's tab and billed his card before sliding it back to him on the bartop, putting yours on the bill as well.
Other bar attendees seemed to enjoy the little show the two of you were putting on with the suddenly steamy makeout session. The whole reason you snapped out of your trance was when you heard catcalls and hollering from a few of the younger age groups near you and the tall cowboy. Speaking of him, your heart fluttered upon hearing the quiet, deep rumble in his chest from chuckling over the audience's obvious approval. You on the other hand, were flustered by the attention and hid your face in Cole's broad, flannel-covered chest. In response, he wrapped his metal arm, which you somehow didn't notice was metal until just now, across your shoulder blades and embraced you close to him in a safe hug. All the while grabbing his hat off the countertop with his other hand and placing it back on head, nodding to the bartender. Apparently, this ever-classic Western gesture of his alone was even further interesting to the other patrons, as their hoots and hollers got even louder just by witnessing him do such a thing.
The man knew who he was, knew his effect on people. So all the commotion really did was cause his ego to inflate a smidgen and his smirk to be adorned on his bearded face once more. Cassidy's metal hand traced smoothly down to your lower back, starting to guide you out of the bar when he leaned closer to your ear.
"You got everything ya need, pumpkin?" His deep voice was quiet and husky in your ear, reserved just for you. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't shoot a throbbing reaction straight down to your core. At that moment all you could was tilt your head up at him to look in his chocolate eyes, nodding to confirm his question.
"You're all I need right now, if I'm being honest." You breathily chuckled at yourself, because frankly, you felt like you sounded pathetically desperate. But it was true. You had the belongings you came to the bar with sure, but now you were just entirely focused on the cowboy. He laughed with you, tsk'ing and shaking his head to stop yourself from the self-doubt that appeared.
"Ain't nothin' to be shy about, sweetheart. Now you know I feel the same 'bout you. That kiss got my head spinnin'. Startin' to imagine everything I wanna do to you." His hand, that was still on your lower back as you walked out into the night air, lowered further to give your ass a quick squeeze. All before reaching around and opting to hold your hand, thumb tracing idly on your skin.
"Where to, little lady? I'm up for anythin', whatever makes the princess comfiest." The pet names were really doing no good to quell the ever-growing redness across your cheeks, but you bit your lip in amusement while pondering, eyes twinkling upon gazing at Cassidy.
"Well, while you've done wonders to ease my mind so far, I'm still very frustrated. Very angry at my ex. I kicked him out before I came to the bar tonight," you saddled up closer to the rugged man, hands running up his chest. "Told him to pack his shit and leave. He still has that packing to do. But he was gone when I left," now your hands trace up further to run through his thick beard, eyes turning sultry.
"What do you say, cowboy? I want you to fuck me hard on the bed I've shared with another man for the past 12 years. The same bed he cheated on me with," you tilt your head to the right while looking all over the handsome face before you, hands now twirling the shaggy hair at the base of his neck, "we have a giant mirror beside our bed. For... you know. Reasons."
Hearing those seduction-laced words come from your mouth made him groan out loud, eyes looking at you with fire while he pulled you flush against him. The motion of which made your breasts look delicious as they were squeezed between your two bodies. That sight alone made him throb.
"Fuck, baby," Cassidy said breathlessly, "givin' the shithead his nasty karma, huh? Dirty move." He leaned down and started kissing along your neck. "I'd be honored to ruin you in such a way. The mirror's just a bonus. Can't wait to watch your body against mine," his voice dropped an octave with the last sentence, ending with a surprisingly chaste kiss to your temple.
"Well," Cassidy paused ever so briefly after he had pulled away to say your name, "lead the way."
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The door to your bedroom was forced closed behind your frame. Cole, the tall man he was, trapped you against it immediately, body flush against yours. That sudden movement made you gasp and a rush of blood pool in your groin. His large hands (the warm flesh of one and the cool metal of the other), firmly ran up your sides before landing on your breasts, strong grip squeezing the plush skin.
Fuck, that alone made you wet. You wouldn't admit it to the cowboy, but you were sensitive. Even just touches like this drove you crazy with want. Cole kissed you heavily and open-mouthed, your tongues dancing together as he kept you pinned to the door. All of this was making your head dizzy and heartbeat quicken with anticipation. The deep, heavy breath you took caused your breasts to push further into Cassidy's grip, filling up the space between his fingers.
Call it ironic timing, but he had happened to pull away right when you did that. And the sight of that alone made Cole groan.
"Damn, sweetheart. You don't know what you're doin' to me right now." Cassidy gave your swelled chest a final squeeze before rubbing his hands back down, thumbs grazing your nipples in the process. Your gaze turned lustful at that, gaining the courage to move forward, you reach up to remove his hat, tossing it half-hazardly to the side. Putting both hands on his chest, you pushed him backwards. With a smirk on his handsome face, he obliged you willingly as he continued to step backwards and land with a seat on the edge of your bed. Fuck, the way he was looking at you right now. It took every ounce of willpower to not short-circuit and lose yourself. Climbing onto his lap, you placed your thighs on either side of his own, respectively thick ones, finally putting your weight down on top of him.
"Then why don't you take my clothes off and show me what I'm doing to you?" Surging forward, the two of you continued the rough makeout session you had just been partaking in, Cole landing on his back with you on top of him. What turned out to be thrilling news to you, he was unabashedly vocal, moaning into your mouth as his hands reached down and squeezed your ass. This gesture led you to grind your hips down onto his bulge, the sensation heavenly to the both of you.
You kept grinding down into him, the two of you becoming breathless with desire. Cole broke your kiss to remove your shirt, which you sat up to finish doing, him following you upwards. Once your shirt was removed, he went to your neck and started placing kisses all over, suckling here and there throughout. You grinded again into him in response, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his flannel. The feeling of his lips on your bare skin had you so entranced that you didn't notice he had reached around and unhooked your bra, starting to lead the straps down your arms to remove it. Cassidy pulled back to get rid of it fully, and you also pushed his flannel down his shoulders, which he finished removing off himself as well.
"Well shit, babygirl. Ain't you a treat?" Repeating his words from earlier, he gave your tits a firm squeeze, playing with the weight of them between his hands. His scruffy face went down as he wrapped his lips around your right nipple, arms wrapped around you pulling you flush against his hard-on. You moaned at the sensation, moving your warmth up and down his clothed length as he quickly flicked your nipple with his tongue.
Nearly gasping at this point (because what could you say, nipple play did something to you), you gripped onto his broad shoulders. The warmth radiating off Cole's body enveloping you with fervor. You felt his hands trail down around the shape of your rear before squeezing your hips.
"Lift that cute lil' ass of yours so we can get these pants off ya, yeah?" Patting your ass a couple times, Cole stood up with you as you both made quick work of removing the remainder of your clothes. What you didn't notice was the way his chocolate eyes darkened with want as he traced every curve of your bare skin. He quickly closed the gap between you, pulling you against his scruffy chest and crashing his lips against yours. The unexpected action took you by surprise - causing a moan to slip out of you. This only fueled Cassidy further, his hands exploring your naked body passionately and firm while his tongue explored your mouth. He hummed in appreciation over you, the sensation of your hands grasping the hair at the base of his neck driving him wild. Hearing him and tasting him and feeling him - it was all so much. Tingling was becoming more and more prominent in your groin as you felt yourself getting absolutely soaked over Cole's forward and lustful behavior. As you observed the current state you were in, it was as if he read your mind. Cole lifted you up, which you gladly wrapped your legs around his waist. And after this? Well, he took his (non-metal) hand and grazed it over your warmth, teasing your clit. Reacting with a quick breath in, you knew what he was thinking.
"Goddamn, baby. You're soaked. That all for me?" Cassidy smirked at you as he walked you back to the bed, laying you down on the edge. One of his hands reached to cup your breast while the thumb of the other hand slowly circled your clit with light pressure. You couldn't help the sigh of relief that you let out. Still playing with your clit, he leaned over your form and sucked on your nipples. On instinct, your hands reached up to tangle in his brown locks, following him down as he started kissing down your body. He sank to his knees as he got lower, his fingers now dipping between your lower lips as he teased your entrance.
"Now, I know you may wanna get the show on the road, but let me get a taste before we do that," Nodding in response to his cheeky comment, you squeezed his hair tight in your grip as he surrounded your clit with his mouth. Getting right to it, Cole switched between sucking it and abruptly flicking it with his tongue. The sensation was so overwhelming that your thighs nearly squeezed his head, that was until his gripped them and held them apart with his large hands, massaging the plush of your thighs between his fingers. Cole licked the length of your pussy, dipping into your entrance and fucking you with his tongue before coming back up to focus on your clit. He was circling it rapidly now and with just the right pressure you were starting to see stars. The sensation only elevated further when you felt two fingers start dipping in and out of your vagina in rapid succession paired with the pace of his tongue. Cole hummed, the vibration hitting you in just the right way as he tilted his fingers upwards into the perfect sweet spot within you.
Hearing the slick of yourself from his ministrations, you moaned when he started flicking his tongue quickly up and down, increasing the pressure of his tongue. Feeling the growing sensation of your climax, you started grinding up into his mouth to match his movements.
"Right there, please. Oh- please. Yes. Harder-", Your eyes closed as you slammed your head back onto the mattress, Cassidy's dexterous fingers plummeting in and out of your smooth walls as his tongue rapidly focused on your clit. It was the hum he let out that sent you over the edge, the vibrations causing your grip to tighten even further on his hair as the pleasant warm, tingling sensation rushed throughout your entire body. Cassidy continued to eat you through your climax, fully enraptured by your slick. He spent no time messing around as he stood up, turned you onto your stomach, and dragged you closer to the edge of the bed by your hips. You felt his rock hard length as he toyed it between your wet lips. Both of you moaned at the feeling, buzzing with anticipation of what was about to come. First though, he reached down and under your torso to sit you up, back flush against his chest.
"Babygirl," Cole kissed on your neck before looking back up, lifting one of his hands and pointing off to the side. The two of you met eyes in the mirror he just gestured to.
"I want you to watch me fuck you," his warm hands delicately traced the outsides of your arms.
"I want you to see how I move in and out of you," one of his hands wrapped around you and teasingly gripped your throat - all while maintaining eye contact in the mirror.
"Watch how your breasts move up and down with every. Single. Thrust," Cole took both of your breasts in his hands now, giving them enticing squeezes that rekindled the spark in your groin and the slick to start pooling again just thinking about him being in you.
"Go ahead and fuck me, then. Watch yourself fuck me in that mirror that I used to get fucked in front of by my ex. See if you can do better." That last sentence was amusing to the both of you - you already knew he'd be better and he sure as hell did too. You arched your back and tilted your ass into his length behind you, teasing it between your cheeks. This led him to smirk, suddenly pushing you face-down into the mattress. In response, though, you lifted yourself onto your forearms to get a better look at the two of you in the mirror.
Cassidy's hand lifted into your hair and got a good grip, pulling your head back as he guided his cock into your waiting entrance. You were throbbing with want at this point- aching with how much you wanted to be fucked by him. So when he finally lined up and pushed in, it was some of the greatest relief of your life. And fuck, did he feel good. His other hand went to your hip as he finally became flush to you. But that didn't last long. The look you two shared in the mirror was an understanding - one of no waiting around and taking one's sweet time. Cole pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, watching the way your body rippled in effect to his movement and his ears absorbing the sweeet sounds from your mouth (and your pussy).
Cole picked up a fast and rough pace, hand still holding your head up by your hair. The clapping of your bodies meeting with each thrust filled the air, intermingled with your sighs and moans. Finally letting go of your hair, Cole got a better grip of your waist with both hands, pulling you into him with each thrust. It was hitting you just right in your walls, his dick rubbing perfectly against your g-spot. Seeing the way his tanned skin glistened in the mirror as he fucked into you was otherworldly. And already significantly better than your past lover.
Cole lifted you up to be flush against his chest again, hand wrapped around your front to tilt your jaw towards the mirror, where the two of you met eyes while his thrusts still remained rough and deep within you. You couldn't help but gawk at watching your body move in rhythm to his own.
"Gorgeous, pumpkin. Look at that body glistenin' for me," Cassidy kissed the side of your head before abruptly pulling out, lifting you off the bed, and walking you towards the full length mirror. He set you down facing it at an angle, mirroring the position you were just in on the bed, except you were upright on your hands in knees this time. Cole gripped your hips as he reinserted his hard length into your drenched folds, the squelch sound indicating to Cole just how turned on you are by him. His pace was somehow even more rough than before, him having one knee on the ground and one propped up behind you to get the perfect angle.
"Fuck-" you gasped at the sensation, your body lurching back and forth from the sheer force of Cole's strength. Your bodies fit perfectly together, the two of you admiring your x-rated actions in the mirror. Cole's hand wrapped around your front, fingers circling your clit in quick, timed succession with his pace. The suddenness of his warm fingers rubbing your already sensitive nub sent you over the edge, your body twitching as you came again. Your pulsing walls caused Cassidy's rhythm to stutter a bit, his grip on you tightening as he groaned in reaction to you fluttering around his dick. This time, you pulled yourself off him, the brevity of this action already making you feel empty without him.
"Alright cowboy, lay down on that bed so I can ride you," blushing to yourself over the unintentional pun given the context of the man before you quite literally being a cowboy, he happily obliged regardless. Giving your ass a firm squeeze and a slap as he stood up, you wasted no time in following him, climbing onto his lap and licking up his toned abdomen. Cole's hands played with the plush of your rear as you worked your way up to be face to face, you grinding down into him as your mouths met in a heated embrace. Cassidy teased your entrance with his cock as you lazily thrusted up and down its' length, the slick of your lips edging him further.
The deep moans escaping Cole's mouth were enough for you to stop your brief teasing. You broke away from his kiss and sat up, turning around so you were facing the mirror and your rear was facing Cassidy.
"Mm- sugar. Givin' me a gorgeous view- shit," Cole's commentary was cut off as you sank down onto his dripping length, immediately giving him a rough pace as he did for you prior. Feeling his hands quickly latch onto your hips, you knew you'd get bruises with how tight his hold on you was. He loved the sight before him, seeing how your ass shook with each thrust of yours, seeing his length rapidly enter and exit you and seeing how you were absolutely coating him with your arousal. Not just that, but also getting to see you in the mirror; your blissed out facial expressions, the sheen glistening on your tits as they bounced. And little did he know that you enjoyed the sight too. You enjoyed how one of his thumbs was rubbing a soothing circle into your skin despite the circumstances. Arching your back more, you felt Cole's metal hand traced up your spine before landing on your shoulder, him now thrusting upwards to meet your pace halfway.
Just that action alone rubbed your walls just right. You couldn't explain it, but reverse cowgirl was such a stimulating position for you, and with the help of your partner below, the sensations became tenfold. Gasping out his name, you leaned forward some, knees on the bed on either side of Cassidy's thick legs, and bounced quicker. You could feel yourself getting closer to a third climax, and considering Cole getting breathier and more vocal, you knew he was getting to his own.
"Lemme finish the job, angel. Ya did enough work. Let me make you feel good," Cole's now raspy twang rang out as he sat up into a kneeling position on the bed. Your legs were still on either side of his, mirroring his kneeling position as your back was now flush with his chest.
Cole wasn't messing around about finishing the job. Keeping eye contact with you in the mirror, he grasped your waist with one hand and a breast with the other. His pace rough as the slapping of your skin continued to fill the walls of the room, intermingled with the slick of your arousal squelching with each thrust. He kept his strong hold on you as he moved your body back into him with every thrust he took - ensuring he hit you as deeply as he could. He grunted as he felt himself near the edge, kissing and licking your neck as he wildly fucked you from behind. Cole moaned into your neck as your walls fluttered around his cock, signaling you were close again. He made quick work of your sensitive nub in response to this, rubbing it in quick, small circles until you went over the edge again after a particularly firm thrust of his cock.
Cole fucked you through your orgasm, and when you came down, he pulled out, turned you to lay on your back, and laid on top of you as he reinserted his hard cock into your dripping pussy. His mouth met yours in a heated embrace, your tongues entangling as you moaned in appreciation of each other. With one arm, he lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow to spread you further as he continued his fast thrusts into you. They were becoming more erratic as he was nearing his climax. Cass broke apart from your kiss and reached to wrap his lips around your nipple, flicking and circling it with his tongue as he sucked on it within his firm grasp he now had on your breast. Your bodies were warm with sweat and pleasure against one another, your opposite leg wrapped tightly around Cole's waist to lock him in place as he fucked you so hard you were seeing stars.
"You can come in me, baby, go ahead," you spoke into his ear as you tangled your fingers into his brown hair. Nibbling on his earlobe, you held onto his broad frame as he lifted his head back up, kissing you sensually and longingly amidst his rapid and sporadic thrusts. Cole came into you with a groan, the two of you now drained yet buzzing in pure bliss.
When he pulled out, you couldn't help but notice how lonely you felt already. Cole, rather unexpectedly, gave your forehead a gentle kiss as he cradled your cheek, thumb grazing your cheekbone.
"Where's your bathroom, doll? Wanna get ya cleaned up." After directing him to it, Cassidy came back with a fresh, damp washcloth and cleaned the both of you up. All before coming back to bed and cradling you in his arms.
You both fell asleep quickly and easily to a restful night.
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Coffee and its' ever-so-inviting smell woke you the next morning. What got you out of bed (in Cole's nice, green plaid button-up) was the accompanying smell of eggs and toast. You crawled your way out into the kitchen to find Cass, in just his jeans, making breakfast. You smiled to yourself at the unanticipated kind gesture and, you hate to admit it, felt your heart swell. You could not already be doing this, you just ended a 12-year long relationship, damn you.
"Ah- mornin', darlin'," Cole finally noticed you, briefly looking up with a cocky smile as he worked on some bacon, "thought I'd treat ya to some breakfast. Hope you don't mind me havin' gone through your kitchen." What Cole didn't know is that you absolutely did notice the pink of blush creeping up his neck and ears as you approached him. But you wouldn't tell him that. You wrapped your arms around his frame, hugging him from behind as he moved the bacon from the skillet to a waiting plate.
"It's actually super considerate of you- I don't mind. Though you really didn't have to." Cole swiftly turned around and grabbed your waist, spinning you to sit you on the bare countertop that was beside the stove. You let out a shocked scream at the suddenness of it, the both of you giggling at the scare.
"I wanted to- considerin' you hosted me here and all, it felt the right thing to do." Cole's hands were on the countertop now, encasing your thighs. You observed his eyes trace down your figure before working their way back up to your gaze, a playful glint meeting yours.
"My my, little lady. Is this my flannel you got on?" Cole teased you with a smirk on his bearded face, hands having moved to your rear as he scooted your forward to be flush against him, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
"So what if it was? Besides, green is my favorite color." You two held your twinkling gazes before he leaned in and kissed you like he did last night, at the end of your festivities. Slow, soft, sensual. It was the kind of kiss that did something to you not just physically, but emotionally. Because damn you again, did it make your heart flutter. Your kiss started growing more heated as your hands found their way to his hair again, the two of you so caught up in your own world that you didn't hear the front door opening. So enraptured with each other that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching the kitchen.
"Dude, what the fuck-" You broke apart with a startle, but Cole wasn't even phased, to the point he didn't even move right away. Aka, he was still standing flush against you with your legs encasing him. Cole merely looked over his shoulder. Seeing the new person in the room, it was easy for him to connect the dots. Especially feeling you gently nudging on his chest to step away.
"Cole, please," you had whispered to him. He of course obliged your wishes and let you get off the counter.
"You've got to be kidding me. It's been a day. Are you serious?" You wanted to feel bad about the comments being directed to you by your ex, but you just couldn't. Especially not with Cole rubbing your back briefly in reassurance.
"I don't wanna hear it, okay? This??" You say, gesturing between yourself and Cole, is my actions while being a single woman. Unlike what you did. This is my home, you know. Not yours anymore."
"Yeah, whatever. That's what I came here for. Get the rest of my shit and give you the key-", Your past relationship had looked over at Cole just now and did a double take, "Wait."
"Wait, are you Cole Cassidy? The Cole Cassidy?" He asked Cole in shock. All of you pause and the air is filled in a brief silence.
"From the Overwatch organization?"
Your eyes bugged out of your skull in surprise at the realization. What sent your heartbeat whirling a million miles per minute was when you looked up at the brown-haired cowboy beside you to find he was already looking at you with a smirk on his face. And he winked.
Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god. I just hooked up with Cole goddamn Cassidy.