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holyfruitsnax · 1 month

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Us Cowpokes, We Take It As It Comes

A/N: So this all started based on a little tidbit I saw today about a silly little southern rule that sparked my interest RIGHT away. Wear the hat, Ride the cowboy. (May do a ghoulish version of something like this as well) Anyways, I'm terrible but we're all here so...Enjoy....

Pairing: PreWar!Cooper Howard x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Ummmm smut! PnV, Foul language obviously, sexual themes, minor DNI!!!, 18+ Darlin', Workplace relations, Cooper Howard bro.

Dark worn boots beat a steady path against hard oak floors, every head in the saloon turning from the armed gunman to lay eyes on their hometown hero. "Cooper!" My voice cried out, throwing an outstretched arm towards the cowboy. The gunman laughed balling my hair tighter behind my head making me hiss "Cooper Howard in the flesh!" his voice rang through the silent bar. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?...Couldn't be this little thing here could it? Hmm?" A dark brow raising as Cooper took in the bearded man. "No, no Mr. Palo...Y'see I've been after you since Amarillo....and as for the girl?" Cooper's hand stealthily moved to his hip to draw his pistol. Palo's eyes snapped to his holster, his hands releasing my head to grab his own gun. A piercing shot rang through the wooden building as people shouted and hid while Palo's body fell behind my form with a thud, a race he'd never have won.

"She's spoken for." Cooper took easy strides towards me, brows furrowed in concern as his gloved hand met my forearm to tug my body against his side. "They'll...They'll come after you next, mark my words Howard!" Palo coughed, his hand moved for his gun in his final breaths making Cooper's trigger finger pull one last time. My eyes squinted shut, arms pulling myself closer to Cooper's body with a gasp only opening again as the bar music began to play. "Is- is it over Mr. Howard?" I gazed up at Cooper with wide eyes, his own relaxed gaze staring back at me as he pulled me out of the saloon. "No darlin' I'm afraid not..." His voice low as he spoke to me, left hand pulling his glove off the other. "So he's honest when he says more of his men will come!" I breathed watching Cooper's fingers catch in his mouth, a loud whistle calling his horse, Sugarfoot. "Maybe so, I say let them come." His confidence radiating through his stark smile, turning to ready his horse for our long ride.

"Um...Mr. Howard?..." I coyly grinned tugging on the back of his blue button down. "Why yes? Miss Carlisle?" Cooper turned to meet my ask, my hand moving up to remove his hat bringing him closer. "I could've sworn, I heard you say I was spoken for in there." For once the cowboy faltered as we met face to face, his adams apple bobbed with a swallow. The humble cowboy nodded, "I guess I did." hazel eyes finding the ground for a moment. My head tilted ever so slight to close the distance between our lips, a nervous hand found the space between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my cheek. Cooper pulled away keeping me close, "Let's get a move on darlin'." His show stopping grin catching the lens once again.

"CUT! Beautiful work everybody!" The director clapped along with some of the camera crew. Cooper's head ducked in a modest bow, hand moving up to wave off the praise while I gleamed a smile placing his cowboy hat atop my head. "Thank you- oh ah thank you!" His voice carried around set as everyone mingled. "You know Cooper, I am so glad you decided to take up my offer on revamping an old project...I know everything's been a little downhill since the uh- Divorce- but, I really think this is going to be good for your career!" Our director insisted, shaking Cooper's hand. "Yeah, I'm just glad to be back at it! It's easier having a job in the city so I can stop in and see Janey after work...and ah-" Cooper's eyes drifted over to my face, a laugh rattling out of me as I spoke to one of our costume directors, cowboy hat still on my head. "Hey can I uh, can we chat later?" though it was an ask Cooper began to walk away from our rambling director after noticing me make my way towards the dressing rooms.

"And where do you think you're going?" Cooper called after me with a sly grin, fingers pointed up like a gun. I turned towards the older man, his gesture pulling a soft laugh from me "Oh, I'm sorry sheriff, I was just gonna mosey on along to my dressing room if that's alright with you?" I teased with a heavy southern accent as Cooper came closer. "Why no, It's not. See, you seem to have something of mine." His lips closed into a smug smirk giving the cowboy hat a flick. "Oh! So sorry Mr. Howard, I swear I wasn't stealing." I joked going to remove the old hat from my head, yet hands placed themselves over mine. "Now normally, I'd shoot you where you're standing." Cooper started again, finger gun pressed to my breasts, "But, for you I may have to make an exception." His body bent ever so slight, eyes boring into my own. "Mmmm and why is that?" My heart raced beneath his middle and pointer finger. "Cause it does look good on you...and I can't fault you that." Cooper winked, straightening his posture back out, fingers moving away from my chest to find my back.

"I don't suppose anyone's ever mentioned the cowboy hat rule to you? Hmm darlin'?" A dark brow lifted over Cooper's eyes while he guided me down the hall. "There's a rule for hats?" I asked with a tilt of my head making Cooper chuckle. "Mmmmhmmm. Wear the hat. Ride the cowboy." He teased, the sentence fell from his lips with a click behind his teeth. My eyes blew wide, brows knitting together as I collected his words, a hand placing itself against the door to none other than Cooper Howards dressing room. "Oh I seeeee." My lip pulled between my teeth, I turned to face Cooper again with my hands raised in surrender seeing his 'gun' back up with a mischievous grin. "Oh please Mr. Howard! It was an honest mistake really, I could make it up to you...If you had any suggestions?" I closed my eyes in feigned fear, sliding one open to watch Cooper look back and forth before capturing my raised wrists in on hand, his firm body pushing me flush against the door.

"The only thing I can think of darlin'...Is that rules are rules...and as a sheriff it'd be wrong if I went around breaking them. How would that look?" Cooper's brows lifted in innocence as the handle popped open for he and I to back inside of the secluded room. "Oh, well we wouldn't want that." I nodded watching him nudge the door shut, and in a moment he was on me again with a needy kiss. Thick fingers tugged at the buttons of my costume pulling the white blouse I wore open so his lips could ghost across the soft skin of my chest. "I'd really like it." Cooper's lips planted a trail as he spoke "If you took all this off for me." He gestured over my side with one hand, my shirt falling to the floor.

So I did just that, stripping the old western get up off my body, leaving me naked before the older man. Cooper's face dipped low to nip and suck at my skin as clothing fell from it his hands pressing on either side of my chest to push my flesh together, releasing to watch the soft bounce of my tits as he let out a satisfied groan. "Is there, anything else you'd like?" My voice soft and breathy, one hand combing back dark hair while the other palmed him through pinstriped slacks as Cooper explored. Hazel eyes eclipsed by dark blown pupils as I met Cooper's gaze again, his warmth retreating with fluid steps towards his couch removing his belt in one swift movement letting the leather fall with a thud, wide dominant thighs spread as fingers coaxed me closer. Cooper's hands gripped my hips placing a kiss to my sternum "I just want you." his head falling against the back of the velvet sofa to grin up at me.

My knees hit the floor beneath me finding my place between Cooper's thighs with a nod "How bad exactly?" my fingers tugging open his zipper to tug his dick free, hand stroking him slowly. "I- oh so bad darlin' been needing you allll day." He gulped watching my lips ghost over the tip of his dick, tongue smoothing over him before dipping low to take his length into my mouth. A breathy moan left Cooper while I worked him with my mouth, delicately massaging his balls. "Ahh that's, that's it." He praised finding the back of my head to guide my movements as I bobbed and sucked, plush bottom lip pulled harsh between white teeth. "There's- whoo baby hol' on." Cooper's tongue darted out to soothe his lip, accent thick as he pulled me off his cock. "Remember what you started now." Cooper tugged my hips over his own forcing my legs to straddle him. I let my hands run along the damp skin of his firm chest, hips rolling to grind my wet core against Cooper's dick making us both sigh.

"I want you to ride me- Think you can handle that cowpoke?" Cooper's lips traced my jaw, rough fingers circling my clit pulling a moan from my chest. Lips finding their place together as I eased myself down onto Cooper, his jaw going slack once our bodies pushed flush against one another. Mumbles of perfection and disbelief fell from Cooper like a waterfall, his hands gripping at my thighs. The stars chest heaved as I began to bounced and roll my hips against him, my lips leaving hot kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat with a moan. A hiss pushed between Cooper's teeth, his hips bucking to meet my own slower movements making me grin.

"What are you...playing at baby." Cooper cocked his head, drawing out a moan as he spoke, arm looping around my waist to pull me closer. "You said you wanted me to ride you- that's what I'm gonna do." My words came out in a deep whine while my movements grew bold forcing Cooper's hips to still, a hand gripping at the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt. I began to grind my hips down against him, tongue sliding past Cooper's lips with a groan. The sound of wet skin and heavy breaths filled the dressing room as I rode Cooper. Before long he was panting and twitching beneath me, something snapping within the man as he opened his eyes and watched my body bounce against his.

In a flash my body was bent over the arm of the couch, legs pushed wide so Cooper could slot himself back into my cunt from behind. The loud moan I gave brought back Cooper's smile as he fucked into me, hands digging at my sides, hips and ass "Hold on baby I'm- I'm almost there." He moaned watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. "Cooper I'm gonna-" I whined pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts causing him to growl. "Go head darlin', come on give me what you got." Cooper licked his lips, groaning as I came around him, walls quivering and clenching. His hips continued rolling my orgasm through me until I felt warm thick ropes fill me and run down my inner thigh.

Cooper fell heavy against my back with a satisfied hum, hands massaging my skin as he peppered kisses along my spine. Pulling out of me he'd wandered away for a moment to find something to clean me up with. When he returned I laid across the smooth velvet catching my breath. "Now that's a sight." He chuckled kneeling between my legs to clean his mess, cowboy hat long forgotten on the floor next to us along with the scuff marks the couch legs had left. "Well, you know us cowpokes." I shrugged making Cooper glance up at me with a raised brow. "We take it as it comes." I giggled letting my head fall back while Cooper shook his head tossing his towel aside with a smile.

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its-in-the-woods · 3 months

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 17

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here, eleven here , twelve here , thirthen here, fourteen here, Fifteen Here, Sixteen Here

master list

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You + OCs

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out, Angst, hurt/comfort, lots of self-doubt, blindfold, p in v, creampie, comfort sex, cowgirl, idk it's late, be nice,

Synopsis: Updated synopsis, Red carpet doesn't always go the way you want.

Note: This is took time, there was a lot of emotions. A lot of self-reflection, enjoy!

It was so loud, it was so bright, you have the feeling you probably look more like a deer in headlights than a movie star's girlfriend. You try to focus on the feel of Walton’s hand on your waist, how he’d lean down and whisper encouraging words in your ear. You make sure to smile and nod, turning this way and that like he had shown you before you had gotten there. The handlers move you from one spot to the next one. Walton leaned down to tell you that he’d meet you inside, to just follow the path through the doors. You let out a breath, trying to gracefully walk down the carpet to the doors. Several different people are yelling at you for info, but you ignore them. Refusing to let it bother you, as they asked you incredibly personal questions. That was the ploy, trying to get a reaction out of you that they could use for their headlines. You were not going to let them rattle you.

Once inside you feel your bracelet vibrate against your wrist. You smile knowing that Walton is thinking about you, a breath coming out of you as the cool air inside hits your face. Panic starts to bubble up inside of you, as you move towards the bathrooms. Pushing open the door you are struck with how nice the space was. Floor to ceiling Mirrors with soft lighting, and walls painted a deep purple. The counters had any product you could imagine needing, along with fluffy white towels. The stalls were floor-to-ceiling as well, made out of some luxurious wood. Swallowing you feel suddenly like you came in covered in mud,

Your bracelet vibrates again, and you relax a little, opening the black clutch and digging out a gummy. Walton had told you to take one if your anxiety was getting bad, you’d used CBD gummies before so popping one didn’t feel too weird. You chew it and grab a bottle of what was probably very overpriced tap water. Looking in the mirror you check that your make-up hasn’t moved, before going into the hallway.

It’s much busier now, your lungs feeling squished in your chest. You reach down and run your hand over the bracelet, feeling a pulse in return. You move your way towards the auditorium where there is more space, trying not to let the feeling of being out of place overwhelm you. Your heart rate slows as the gummy starts to kick in. You smile at a few people as they walk by, not recognizing anyone just yet.

“Hey!,” You look over at a blonde woman making her way towards you. Joelle Carter has a bright smile on her face, she's dressed in a stunning blue gown that sparkles as she moves. Looking as elegant as ever, the woman was all class.

You smile back at her, “Ahh Hi,” Words come out more of a squeak, how could you not have known her? You may have never worked together, but you knew that Walton had.

“You look stunning, wow,” Joelle said with a huge smile taking you, eyes shining as she looked you over.

“Thank you, ahh, likewise. You look incredible,” You smile back, her energy was magnetic. It was hard not to let her present make you feel comfortable.

“I was really hoping you’d come out,” The woman said, the two of you moving over to the side. It is somehow quieter where the two of you have tucked yourselves away.

“Yeah, hard to say no to Walton,” You flush slightly as you feel your bracelet vibrate. “He is very persuasive.”

Joelle laughs, “Oh yeah, that sounds like Walton. Charm for days, pretty sure he could convince anyone to do anything.”

“He does seem to have that effect on people,” You touch your bracelet back, looking over her shoulder to see Walton moving your way. Your body relaxes the closer he gets to you.

Joelle grabs your hand, looking at the bracelet, “Wait, what is this?” Her finger ran over it.

“Oh, uh, just a gift from Walton. Sort of a touch-sensitive bracelet.” You say, trying not to pull it away from her as Walton moves over to you. A bright smile on his face, making you feel at ease. “If I touch it he feels it.”

“Well, if that isn’t the sweetest thing,” She smiles, turning as she follows your gaze to Walton.

“Joelle, you always look so ravishing,” Walton smiles leaning in to kiss her cheek. Your heart flips, but you push it away. Reminding yourself that he was with you and was just being friendly.

“It’s so good to see you again. I know you’ve been busy, we should get dinner sometime. When you are back in town of course.” Joelle smiles, jealousy crawling over your skin. You keep it to yourself, as the two talk about making plans for later. Repeating to yourself that you were overthinking things, everything was fine, even if you didn’t feel fine.

“I would love that. We definitely need to catch up soon, I think there is a new place on the southside we should check out.” Walton chatted, settling in beside you, hand around your waist. You lean into the touch, eyes almost closing at the feel of his warm hand through the fabric of your dress. His finger finds one of the gems and fiddles with it.

“Sounds wonderful to me! I should probably go find a seat, and get settled before things get started.” Joelle squeezed his arm and patted your shoulder before leaving. You smile back at her and want nothing more than to run in the other direction.

“How you doing, beautiful,” Walton asks, turning you to face him. You feel overwhelmed, awkward, and a little dazed.

“It’s a lot,” You say trying to put a smile on your face. “It was nice to meet Joelle.”

“We will have to have her and a few other friends over for dinner once you’re moved in,” Walton replies, “But for now let’s find our table."

Walton leads you a few rows finding a spot that has your name on it, pulling your chair out for you to sit. You sit down making sure that your dress isn’t caught on anything. Waiting for the show to start.

You sit in the back of an SUV on your way to Walton's place, from a whirlwind night. It was almost impossible to piece all the memories together, you had been introduced to many other people. Talked with one of your FX idols about coming by his studio to see some of the stuff he was working on. The whole thing feels surreal, and more like a dream than a real experience. Walton seemed to know everyone there by name, which was a feat in itself. Not only that but everyone knew him, asking about future and past projects.

“Did you enjoy the night? You seem far away.” Walton asks, his hand finding yours, lacing fingers together.

“I did enjoy the night, just a lot of feelings.” You are trying to find the words but it all feels jumbled up in your chest. The resolve you had held up all night is now crumbling around you. “I am not sure I am cut out for this.”

There is silence, and you are already regretting what you said. But you didn’t want to lie either, lying would be worse than not getting it out of your chest. You needed him to hear this, to be raw and open. Cause that is how you feel like a raw nerve suddenly exposed to cold water.

“What do you mean?” Walt pushes, squeezing your hand, you can feel his eyes on you.

“Seeing you, with other people-” You bite your lips, 'cause this isn’t you. You’ve never been a jealous person, but also you’ve never had a relationship like this either. Carrying so deeply about someone had changed you. The man was effortless with everyone, and people were of course drawn to him. “I felt jealous. People hanging off your every word, beautiful people. I just feel so out of place amongst everyone-”

“You fit right in, people loved talking with you,” Walton adds, you know he is trying to comfort you but you need to get this off your chest, or risk being completely consumed by it.

“Walton. You could have any of those people, and I am not going to hold you back from finding someone that can support you in ways that I cannot.” The words hurt more than you can bear, but at least they are out there now. Maybe you’re wrong? Maybe it's lack of sleep and anxiety, but right now this is how you feel.

“First off, you mean so much to me.” He squeezes your fingers again, “But you aren’t holding me back. You don’t get to make that choice. I am with you, no one else. You’re the person I want to be with after any of the booze and lights stop.” He takes a breath and you wish you could look at him, but it all hurts too much. Can feel your chest ache with each word. A sob threatening to break free, “I know that this is your first serious relationship and I know that seeing me flirt with other people would be difficult. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be worked out.”

You swallow, carefully dotting under your eyes where tears have leaked out. Trying your hardest to pull yourself together, and face him. The panic in your chest changing into grief.

“Whatever this relationship is, between us,” Walton says and you finally meet his eyes, even if it means more tears leak out. He is really looking at you, eyes so soft and expressive. As if you are the center of the universe.“I am in it for the long haul. I know we’ve barely been together for a month but you’re so special to me.”

You are now digging into your clutch for tissues and dabbing at your eyes more. “I want that too, but I feel so insecure. It feels so silly, but I don’t feel like I deserve this. I thought I wouldn’t react like this, because I knew that you’d be playing roles that had relationships with other women or men. But I am having such a hard time coming to terms with it. Cause I don't.” You swallow the sob in your throat. “I don't want to lose you.”

The driver had pulled into the drive, the two of you separating for a moment to get out of the vehicle. You take a deep breath of the cool air and try to pull yourself together. Walton is beside you, hand-finding yours as he opens the door for the two of you. The silence is worse, you could handle anger or anything else besides the silence. You take your shoes off, feet happy to be out of the pumps. The two of you walk down to the living room, sitting on the sofa beside one another.

“You aren't going to lose me, no matter who is across from me on set I can’t change how you feel,” Walton says, breaking the tension and silence between both of you. “And I am certain you aren’t looking for me to change. What I do for a living is my everything, it’s my craft. It’s what has kept me going and fills me with joy. I know you’ve seen that first hand.”

You nodded, continuing to listen to what he is saying, as you try to somehow feel comfortable. It was all true, you had no desire to change him, you liked him just as he was. The passion and love of what he does, the endless energy to keep creating and dreaming.

“No matter who I am with, on camera, at events, whatever. You’re the person I want to come home to.” Walton states, sliding so he is right beside you. “Yes, I am a flirt,” He says with a crooked smile, “I have many women, and men, who are dear friends of mine. And maybe one day be friends with you as well. But you are what's important to me.”

You’ve worried at your lip enough to remove the lipstick you put on. Mind still reeling a little. An instinctual urge to run makes your stomach hurt. At the same time you couldn’t, he was the only one who ever took the time to actually care how you felt. To sit here, and listen to all your worries big or small.

“I want to have these hard conversations. Jealousy is not an abnormal feeling, but I want us.” He gestures between both of you. “To work on making you comfortable enough to not feel that. I don’t have the answers, but I think we can do it, if we try. The two of us can do anything together.”

You swallow, the hard line of insecurity still making you question everything. Yet here he was, trying his damndest to show you that he gave a shit about you. Even when all you wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, he held onto you. The anxiety, the panic attacks, it didn't matter cause he wanted to be there with you.

“Are you sure?” You finally ask, fiddling with the jewels on your dress. It was a silly question that you already knew the answer to.

Walton closes his eyes, before smiling, “I am, as sure as I ever have been. I will tell you that every day, every hour, until you believe in yourself.”

He cups your face, hands so warm, leaning so that both of your foreheads touch. You close your eyes, taking a moment to just enjoy this, that he was here with you. That he wanted to be here, and you wanted to be here. That despite your insecurities, never-ending anxiety, and self-doubt he was still here, holding your face like you meant the world to him. You leaned forward and kissed him, just the two of you pressing lips against the other. It felt incredibly intimate despite the tenderness.

Separating, you hear Walton hum a little, eyes opening up to see his. You want to stay there, just let the world pass by while you are pressed forehead to forehead with him.

“I am pretty sure I need to get you out of that dress,” Walton gives you that crooked smile that makes you giggle. The dread eased out of your system as he looked at you.

“You sure you're up for that?” You grin back, finally breaking contact. He is the first up, hand out to pull you against him.

“I am always up when it comes to you,” He leans back down, kisses you, sucking your lip into his mouth, hand moving from your waist down over your ass.

You groan a little pushing your hips against his, “If we wreck this dress, Terrance is going to have me strung u,”

Walton lets out an exaggerated sigh, pulling away before taking your hand. “Guess we better get you out of it then. I unfortunately I’d like to keep him as a friend, if only it means I get to take you out of the clothes he puts you in.”

You giggle as the two of you make your way down to the bedroom, he has you stop just at the edge of the bed in front of the closet. Standing back and looking you over again, eyes glinting mischievously as he asks you to spin.

“It’s almost a shame to get the dress off of you,” He rumbles, “I am definitely coming next time you go dress shopping.”

You flush a little, and do a little curtsy in the dress, “I’d love to wear something you’d like.”

“More, I want to know what I am taking off,” Walton states, “Now hold still,”

You do as he asks, he comes over and carefully takes off the jewels laying them on the bed. He spins you finding the zipper slowly taking it down your back one tooth at a time. It hits the bottom, you can hear his breath as his hands go up and spread the fabric open. He grabs the ties over your neck and undoes it, your breath hitches as the dress slides down and off your body. Warm hands running across your waist, around over your naval, feeling his body pressed against yours. The push of the buttons along your back, the rough material of pants against your ass. Lips coming to the top of your shoulder, he kisses from the edge up to your neck, whispering about how good you smell.

“Mmm,” He whispers, speaking right into your ear.“So beautiful, bare for him to see, just me. Close your eyes for a second, trust me.”

You do what he asks, heart hammering in your throat as he moves away. Can feel goosebumps covering your skin when he moves away from you, eyes closed, fully exposed, and vulnerable to the world. Shivering against the chill in the room, one warm hand touches one of your calves. You lift your foot and step out of the dress, hearing him move it away from you. A shuffle of material behind, and for a moment you wonder if he was going to see how long you’d stand there for. Then he is back, guiding you over to the bed, a soft material is placed over your eyes and tied behind your head.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, Baby,” He coos, hands holding onto yours as you carefully sit down on the bed.

The cool bedspread makes you shiver a little, as you adjust to the feeling. His hands are gone again, your hands resting on each side of your hips. The feeling of a blanket covering your shoulders makes you jump a little.

“Just want to make sure you are warm,” Walton says, kissing your forehead, as he tucks the blanket around you

“Thank you,” You squeak, moving a bit back and forth settling in. The warmth of the blanket eases you as you settle, waiting for the next move.

His hands touch your thighs, and you shiver again, fingers tracing over the skin in various patterns. They come resting against your knees, then tracing up your inner thighs. You can’t help how your lips part, a little gasp coming out. Can feel that he is kneeling between your legs, the brush of clothing against the inner part of your knee. Your hips tilt forward slightly, as his fingers go all the way up to your groin up onto your hips. Body trembling, the whole day felt like so much, and you just wanted him to touch you.

“Please, I can’t,” Your voice shakes as his movements stop for a moment. “I just need you.”

The blindfold is removed, you shutter realizing that tears have formed. Walton’s face is lined with concern, brows scrunched together as he touches your face, wiping the tears away.

“Hey, hey, I am right here,” He whispers, leaning in to give you a small kiss. He is still clothes, suit jacket gone, but everything else is still on.

You lean into his touch, the warmth spreading across your face. “Why are you still dressed?” You try to tease, hands running over the soft shirt.

“Do you want the clothes off?” Walton asks, leaning back onto his heels and looking up at you expectantly.

You slide off the bed so you’re level with him, reaching forward to undo the buttons, finger moving the fabric off his tanned body. You trace your own lines across his skin before pushing the clothes off him. His eyes follow your movements, as the shirt hits the ground. You lean forward kissing him, moving so that you’re pressed against his chest. His hands find your hips as he pulls you closer. You move down his neck and over his shoulder, the same as he did before. You bite a little on the top of his shoulder, he hiss a bit but lets you continue. Looking up at him as he ran down between his pectoral muscles, tasting the salt from the long night. He groans, chest rising and falling in quicker as you continue. Fingers finding the button of his slack, pooping them open.

“Hold up,” Walton says just loud enough for you to stop. “Let’s get in bed before both our knees give out.”

You let out a laugh, and shift onto your feet with a mock groan. Hobbling over to the bed, landing face first into the comforter. Walton smacks your ass, you squeak, he grabs your legs and rolls the rest of you into bed.

“Get under the covers, you’re freezing,” He says, you lift the blankets and slide yourself in, peaking out as you watch him slip out of his pants.

Flipping the covers back for him, you wiggle a little, “Coming to bed?”

“I couldn’t keep a lady waiting now,” Walton grins, sliding into the bed beside. You both hunker down under the covers, staring at each other for a minute. You pull him against you, feeling the way his body reacts to your touches.

“You are stunning,” Walton kisses you, “Make me wild every time I see you, can’t stop thinking about you, the way you move.” He kisses you again, you move yourself so that your hips are pressed against him. “Love how you smile, the sparkle in your eyes when you see me. Just can’t get enough of you.”

You can feel his hips move against yours, a hard line growing against your stomach as you push back against him. You slip your leg up and over his hips, keening as he pushes against you more.

“Love how you talk, the stories you tell,” You whisper back, as the two of you rub against the other in some erotic dance. “How your hands feel against my skin. The way your smile lights up the room. I just want to be right here”

He leans in and kisses you, pushing you back so he can slide in between your legs. Breath catching in your throat as you spread your legs open for him, one hand around his lower back, the other running through his hair. He takes his time kissing you, as you continue to move. Moaning into each other's mouths, you can feel how slick you are as his hard dick pushes against your fold. The two you narrow down to just each other and the movements between you. He moves his hand between the two of you as you work your hips up to just the right angle he slides in and stills. Eyes closed, the two of you breathing in sync. Shift slightly, arching your back which lets him slide even deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” You whimper, you want him to stay like that but you also desperately need him to move.

He grunts, as he slides back and then pushes in, you dig your nails into his back. Feeling every bit of him as he moves, your head tipping back as you find a rhythm. His head is buried against your neck, as he whispers into your ear. Feeling your eyes roll back as you hang on, the sounds of the two of you filling the room. Engulfing the place in a passionate fire that consumes you.

You roll him so that you are on top, rolling your hips against him, leaning back as you slip him back inside you. Hands-on his chest as you rock and grind down on him. Waltons hands on your hips guiding you as you move in circles against him. Holding him in place as you work yourself up into a frenzy, gasping and moaning. His fingers work between the two of you, lidded eyes watching your reaction as you grind against this hand. Hair falling over your shoulders as you let him push you right over the edge, whimpering at the overstimulation, feeling your body shivering and shaking. His hands move to your thighs as he starts to push up into you, motion sloppy, you lean down to kiss him, raising your hips enough for him to have more motion.

“Want to feel you fill me up,” You moan into his ear, “Love when you come inside me,”

Walton gasps at your words, his stuttering as his own release edges closer. You keep moving with him, watching his face as he gets closer. Tipping your hips back down so he is fully inside you.

“Oh fuck, oh god you feel so good,” Walton moans as he releases, finger tight on your hips as he holds you in place,

You let yourself lean forward against his chest, both of your hearts pounding as you lay there. He reaches and pulls the blanket over the top of you both. Arms wrapping around you holding you close, you couldn’t think of a better place to be. The two of you just wrapped up together.

*thank you for the seventeen chapters. nearly 60k in words.

*This has been so much fun

*more to come, please be patient as I am currently neck deep in life stuff

Eighteen

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