He pushed in, grunting as he thrust, his dick hitting me in a pleasant way. I tried to imagine he was someone I liked, or at least focused on the pleasure, but he was so focused on thrusting, his breaths hitting my neck, it was hard to fall back into the fantasy. So, I decided I’d go after my own pleasure.
Reaching my hand down, I flicked my clit, rubbing it quickly to bring me back to that place I’d been before he’d begun to hump me.
Squeezing my eyes tight, I focused on my hand and how it felt when I was alone, watching Cowboy stroke his big dick. Stefan jerked in me, sputtering, and I somehow managed to find my own release, picturing the massive cum shot Cowboy had last night.
“So, good, Cowboy,” I slurred.
Stefan chuckled, and I realized my mistake, but thankfully, he played it off as a nickname.
“You weren’t too bad yourself, doll. Do you need a lift home?” he asked, pulling out and rolling over.
“Oh, yeah, let me check with my friend.” I sat up, and reached to grab my dress, pulling it over. I didn’t want to be naked around him anymore, feeling too vulnerable.
ME: Are you still here?
I waited a few minutes but didn’t get a response. Looking up, I nodded to Stefan. “Yeah, looks like I could use a ride. Thanks.”
“No, problem. Damon?” he shouted, and I almost screamed when the door opened, his brother appearing. He ignored me, glancing at Stefan.
“What?”
“Can you give Darcie a ride home? I’ve had a few and need to get some sleep before tomorrow’s show.” Damon gritted his teeth, and I opened my mouth to say I’d find another one when he looked at me.
“Yeah, sure. Come on. I’m not waiting all night.”
I scooped up my stuff and waved at Stefan, who was already getting himself ready for bed. He didn’t even acknowledge me as I passed him. I was suddenly rethinking his comment about being the nice brother.
Damon led me back to the truck we’d stopped at earlier, not saying a word the whole time. It was awkward, but since I didn’t have a lot of options out in the country, I wasn’t going to complain.
When we pulled into the city, I gave him directions to my apartment.
“Candi mentioned you worked at Wild Horse. I like it there.”
“Yep,” he said.
“Do you like working there?” I asked, the quiet getting to me.
“Yep.”
“Do you often have to drive your brother’s booty calls?”
“Yep.”
“Do you know any other words?” I teased.
He stopped, a small smile threatening to take over his face. “Yep.”
Laughing, I decided he wasn’t too horrible, even if he wasn’t the greatest conversationalist.
“He’s not going to call you, you know.” He finally said as we pulled up to my place.
“I know. I don’t want him to.”
That seemed to stun him, and he looked at me. “That’s a first. Most girls think their vagina will make him fall in love with them.”
“First of all, I’m pretty sure my vagina would. But second, his dick, not so much. He didn’t even know how to do any foreplay. He gets by on his good looks and charm and the fact he’s a somewhat star. It was good for tonight, but you don’t have to worry about me becoming a stalker. “
Damon laughed, catching me off guard. “Okay, I think that’s the first time any girl has ever referred to my brother as mediocre.”