Cowboy's Special Lust (2 page)

He
smiled and winked. “I promise, I won’t bite. Just one drink.”

“Okay,
one drink,” I said, my heart starting to flutter. How would I make a fool of myself
this time? I knew I’d embarrass the hell out of myself with a guy this hot. It’s
happened before. I don’t know why he looked so familiar…

One
time in college, I actually got into a nice conversation with a really cute guy
I’d just met. I was so surprised I was actually having a conversation with him
that I quickly realized I didn’t know how to talk. At all. I just sat there, in
his dorm, staring at him like an idiot, not having the slightest clue of what
to say. Wasn’t it usually guys who had trouble talking to girls? After that god
awful night, the guy never spoke to me again. I did not want a repeat of that
with this guy.

He
led me back over to the bar and I followed nervously, still apprehensive. I
knew my world had suddenly shifted. If the guy ended up treating me like shit,
how could I ever trust one again? On the other hand, if this guy really liked
me, I could be in for quite a night. I was nervous either way.

The
man knocked his hand on the counter and ordered something I couldn’t hear. The
bartender smiled and poured the drinks right in front of us, but I couldn’t see
what he poured. Hopefully it wasn’t poison, but this was Vegas so anything was
possible.

“What
did you order me?” I asked as he handed me a glass and raised his.

“Something
I think you’ll like a lot,” he replied. “Cheers.”

We
clinked our glasses together and I reluctantly took a sip. I had never tasted
anything quite like it. It tasted like fire. Good, but very strong and spicy.
It made me feel warm and alive. I surprised myself, downing my whole glass as
he finished his.

He
grinned as he watched me put the empty glass with a thump.

“You
seem to be quite the drinker. I like that in a girl.”

I
blushed in spite of myself. I wasn’t really a great drinker, but that stuff
tasted great.

“What
was it?” I asked, still feeling a slight burning in my throat.

“I
always like to order that for pretty girls. It’s called ‘Burning Passion.’ Not
the most creative name I know, but I didn’t come up with it,” he said shrugging
again as I giggled, again in spite of myself.

“The
bartender knows how to make it good, though. We’ve been friends for a long
time.” I didn’t know if it was the alcohol getting to me or what but I noticed
he was staring at me intently, hungrily now as he spoke. Did he truly think I
was gorgeous? I couldn’t get too excited, for all I knew he was a serial killer
out looking for his next victim. But the drink was filling me to the brim with
confidence.

“So
seriously, what’s going on?” I asked half-jokingly, half accusingly.

He
chuckled pleasantly and put his arm around my waist. The fiery feeling I got
from my drink was
nothing
compared to the heat I was getting from his
warm touch. Jesus Christ I think I was getting aroused.

“What
do you mean?” he asked politely as if they were old friends sitting down for a
chat.

“I
mean no one ever buys me drinks. Are you trying to seduce me or something?” I
said without thinking, immediately wishing I could scoop the words right out of
the air and push them back into my mouth.

But
he just simply chuckled again, unperturbed. The guy seemed almost
too
laid
back and easygoing. Surely he would have been run off by now?

“I
find it hard to believe no one buys you drinks, a gorgeous girl like yourself.
But as to whether or not I’m trying to seduce you… well I don’t want to lie, so
I won’t respond. Let’s just say, I think you are extremely pretty.” His eyes
seemed to gleam as I blushed again. Not in an evil way or anything, as though
he wished me harm. But in a way that seemed to tell me:
I want to fuck your
brains out.

“How
about we go somewhere a little more private, just you and me?” he asked
suddenly, standing up.

I
felt as though I was in a dream. The guy was already indicating he wanted to
fuck… Could this be the night I finally lose my virginity? How had I not
humiliated myself yet? What the fuck was going on?

All
of my instincts told me to say no, to get the hell out of that bar and not go
back for a month. To completely forget about this guy and never speak to him
again. Something
had
to be going on. No one ever talked to me this way
before. But I just couldn’t leave. He was too damned irresistible. I didn’t
know why he thought I was attractive, but at this point I was more than willing
to find out.

He
took my hand.

“Trust
me.”

And
with those two words ringing in my ears, I rose and followed him to the back of
the casino, through a small door. As we stepped into the dark little room,
there was a small part of my brain thinking “no one can hear us back here, so
if you get into trouble, you’re screwed.” I hoped the last part was true.

He
spun around and shut the door with a snap, leaving us with only a small light
in the corner to see with. And then suddenly, without a word, without the
slightest warning, he took me in his strong arms, and went in for a slow, soft,
gentle kiss.

For
a split second, I felt shock and almost wanted to pull away. But the heat of
his mouth quickly pulled me in and I tried to reciprocate, kissing him back as
best as I could. His tongue wove its way into my mouth as I felt my pussy throb
with desire, knowing I wanted him badly now.

I
felt myself sinking deeper into the kiss, letting it consume me. My tongue got
a tough workout as it tried to keep up with his, entwined as we tasted each
other. He was more delicious than anything I’d ever tasted before.

He
broke it off, staring right into my eyes.

“Upstairs?”
he said, his own body responding to me. I could see the outline of his quickly
growing cock beneath his pants as my pussy throbbed once more. It had never met
a cock before, but it was sure eager to now.

But
a strange thought had just occurred to me. He’d been watching me gamble, which
meant he knew I won a lot of money. Maybe he thought I was some kind of rich
girl because I counted cards. Did he want me because he thought I was rich?
That must be it. How was I blind enough not to have seen that before?

Sighing
internally, I moved away from him.

“You
don’t actually think I’m beautiful. I used to know assholes like you. You only
want me because you think I’m rich. You think I’ve been counting cards and can
make good money. No wonder you were so quick to fuck me. You think that after
we fucked, you can move in with me or something and make off with some of my
money!”

I
hardly knew what I was saying at this point. That drink he gave me was stronger
than I thought. Was I being too hard on him? Was I dead wrong? Too late to back
down now.

I
turned on my heel and started to walk back, already regretting my outburst. But
before I could take two steps, he gently put a hand on my shoulder.

“Honey,
wait. I’m serious. You are beautiful to me. I don’t give a shit what you won. I
want you – uh what was your name again?”

I
glared at him.

“See,
you don’t even know my name!”

“Well
to be fair, you never told me.” He had a smirk on his face now

I
paused for a moment before laughing. That fucking drink was getting to me. He
was right, I never told him. Jesus, I didn’t know what the hell was going on,
but I really found myself beginning to fall for this man.

“My
name is Sarah,” I said with a grin as the laughter finally subsided.

“Blake,”
he said, shaking my hand formally.

“Nice
to meet you Blake.”

“You
too, Sarah.”

An
awkward silence followed. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Blake definitely
sounded sincere and I could almost see in his eyes that he was actually telling
the truth. But I had to be sure. I didn’t want to get hurt by this guy, even if
it meant losing my virginity.

I
wanted to be with a man who’d love her, not someone who just wanted me for
money. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. A crazy, stupid idea that would
cause me to lose all my money, but I was tired of being single. I wanted a man
more than anything. And being with this man would be the best thing that had
ever happened to me, if he turned out to be sincere.

“Okay,
you’re going to have to prove to me that you’re not just some asshole out for
my money. I’m going to take the money that I won tonight and gamble it away.
It’ll all be gone. You can watch me. I’ll play two rounds. If you really do
want me, you’ll meet me back here again.”

He
looked mildly surprised for a second.

“You’re
going to lose all the money you earned tonight just to see if I’m telling the
truth?”

She
nodded.

He
began to laugh and shook his head.

“If
you think that’ll help you, go for it. I told you I want you more than
anything.” he said, lightly cupping my cheek in his large, warm hand.

Reluctantly,
I forced myself to turn around and walked back to the Blackjack table. I
watched as Blake walked over to the bar and sat down, intently staring at me once
more, waiting for me to lose. I turned to the game.

After
the first loss, I looked back at the bar to make sure he was still there. He
waved at me as I turned back. So far, so good. I went back to my game and
proceeded to practically give the rest of my money away.

Any
professional or even semi-decent poker player would have been ashamed to watch
me. The dealer was quietly incredulous, his eyes wide as my money disappeared. But
I didn’t care. Hopefully after tonight, I will have fucked the hottest guy in
the world.

After
the two worst losses in my gambling career, I turned around to again look at Blake.
Fuck me. There was no one there. I’d just wasted five grand on a man who I
thought truly wanted me. I really wanted to believe he was sincere. I was
finally ready to be with a man who cared about me, but he turned out to be
another asshole. In one last hope, I forced myself to stand up and turned to
the back.

And
stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting there by the door was Blake. He had a small
smile on his face as he stared at me. I stared right back, drinking in the
sight of him before stumbling across the bar right over to him.

“You
really don’t care that I lost my money?” I asked, not daring to believe it.

His
eyes stared deeply into mine, silently pulling me in.

“I
told you I was serious. You didn’t have to waste your money, but knowing that
you care that much about being with me makes me feel hornier than ever,” he
said, an sensuous edge to his voice.

“But
I’m a virgin. Before tonight, I’ve never even kissed a man much less fucked
one. You don’t want to be with someone as inexperienced as me. All my life I’ve
been too shy to ever sleep with a guy before,” I muttered, ashamed.

He
chuckled. “It’s all right, Sarah.”

I
looked up, surprised.

“I
can teach you just fine. By the end of tonight, you’ll have lost your virginity
in the most special way possible, I can promise you that.”

“What
do you mean?” I asked, curious.

“You
have to trust me.”

He
reached me and without a word, pressed his lips onto mine again. I responded as
best I could as he attacked my with his mouth, tracing his tongue along my lower
lip. He didn’t even give me time to draw breath as he attacked again, getting
my pussy wetter than ever. God I wanted nothing more than for him to be inside
of me.