The Hat
A/N: this clearly came about because of the whole "steal a cowboy's hat" thing. Picture is from Pinterest. Thanks to @writingmysanity for helping me plan this thing. Hope it panned out.
Written for adults.
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The rodeo grounds were busy, dust clouds kicking up under hundreds of pairs of boots. The sky was wide and blue over Quinn’s head as she wandered in, letting herself be snatched up by the crowd on the way to the stands, seats stacked high. She was pushed along a row, ending up next to a man in denim and a cowboy hat. Her shoulder brushed his as she sat down and he turned slightly to look at her, dark brown eyes serious and intimate as he took her in, from her burnished copper hair to the dusty toes of her boots.
“Haven’t seen you around here before” he said, by way of greeting.
He leaned back, tipping his hat up away from his eyes so he could see her better, and her see him. His voice was smooth and rich, and sent a tiny shiver down her spine, one she hoped she’d hidden. One dark eyebrow tipped up, so she wasn’t so sure.
“I moved recently” she explained. “I’m new to the area.”
“But not new to the south” he observed, eyeing her.
She grinned and shook her head.
“No.”
He settled against the back of his seat, his white button down tightening at his shoulders.
“This your first rodeo?”
“No.”
His eyes showed a flicker of playfulness hidden in the intimacy of his gaze as he looked at her.
“You know the rules?”
Quinn arched her eyebrows back at him.
“Of the rodeo or the cowboys?” she asked, crossing one leg over the other.
His gaze followed the shift, tracked the soft skin of her thigh and the line of her calf as it disappeared into her ankle high cowgirl boot.
“Either or” he murmured. “Both.”
Quinn chuckled quietly and looked away briefly, but her attention was dragged back to him with barely any resistance, like he was a cowboy shaped magnet.
“Yeah, I know the rules” she said quietly, looking at him from under her hair.
He nodded, eyes still fixed on her.
“Okay.”
That was it. Just okay.
A rodeo clown released the gate catch and then leaped out of the way to flatten himself against the curved wall as a bull and its rider exploded out of the tunnel and into the ring, dust and shouts filling the air. Quinn leaned forward, anxious to see a successful ride. She hated it when the cowboys were thrown, landing with injuries and dust mixing with blood on the ground.
“Hey.”
She couldn’t help turning at the sound of the smooth voice in her ear, a gentle hand lightly shaking her shoulder, rough warmth sinking through the short sleeve of her t-shirt.
“He’s gonna be okay, you know. He hasn’t died yet. That’s Coop. He’s an idiot, but he can ride. Don’t worry yourself about him.”
She smiled faintly.
“Oh, you promise?”
He heard the faded tease in her tone and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, okay, sugar, I promise.”
Quinn clenched her jaw against the shock that reverberated around her at the sound of that sweet word and leaned back harder against her seat. The rider down below, Coop, had lasted several seconds before being tossed, landing expertly on his feet, but the cowboy seated beside her barely paid attention; he kept looking at her instead. She was tempted to ask if there was something on her face, but she knew there wasn’t. He was just looking.
Another rider came and went, this time thrown from the bull before three seconds had passed. Quinn winced and heard a sharp intake from the man next to her. She glanced over at him again, and the moment her eyes were on him, his returned to her and he smiled slowly. Her body’s response was to slowly suffuse blood into her cheeks and force her gaze away again. She shifted on her seat.
She saw him check his watch and stand up, loosening up his shoulders and hands. She blinked in surprise.
“You ride?” she asked him.
He nodded.
“Better than most. But not a bull. You gonna watch me, doll?”
Without thinking about it, Quinn slowly nodded, fixed on him.
“Sure.”
The man nodded back and wandered past her, making his way down the stands to the loud introductory tune of “…Levi Sutton!”
“Levi” Quinn murmured to herself.
He paused at the bottom and turned to look back towards her, tilting his head against the glare of the sun and finding her eyes. He winked and tipped his hat to her before hightailing it out of sight.
When he reappeared out of the gate, he was riding on a horse the same shade as his hair, grinning and leading the bronco in a showy sidestep. Her eyes widened at the sight.
“You’re kidding!” she breathed, just as the horse stopped cooperating.
Quinn shuffled to the front of her seat, curling her fingers tightly around the edge as she watched the horse buck and kick and try like hell to throw Levi over its flicking ears. Her attention was ensnared, wrapped up in the dust below and the concussive shouts of the crowd.
Each second ticked away in her head like a bomb ready to go off.
Fifteen loud, long seconds later, Levi touched his left hand to the reins before throwing himself off the horse and sprinting for the fence, vaulting up and over before his horse could headbutt him between the legs. He glanced over his shoulder at the bronco and grinned, then shielded his eyes from the sun and searched the stands for the woman who had just happened to sit next to him before his ride.
She was standing with her gaze fixed on him, thumbs hooked in the pockets of her shorts and rocking slightly on her boot heels. Even from the distance at which he stood from her, he could see the blush in her cheeks. He chewed his lip and fiddled with the brim of his hat for a few moments while he made up his mind. Then he was legging it up the stands and sidestepping past people to get to her. By the time he was standing in front of her again, his hat was in his hands.
“Hey, doll” he said quietly, and held the black hat out toward her. “Will you have me?”
The flush in her cheeks deepened as her fingertips brushed the hat’s soft outer rim. She stared up at him and he lifted his hand to drop the hat onto her head. She reached up to tug it down a bit more snug.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” she murmured.
Levi nodded.
“That’s the idea, doll.”
She stepped back and took him all in, already knowing what answer she was going to give him. From his ruffled black hair to his dust covered boots, she wanted him. And there was something soft in his brown eyes that she hadn’t seen since her last breakup, something she yearned to see again.
“Well, all right then” she said.
He gave her a slow grin and gently brushed the backs of his knuckles against her jaw, soaking in how she pressed her face towards his touch.
“You’re cute” he said softly, and reached to take her hand, sliding his palm against hers.
Her hand was small and soft in his, compared with his roughened palms, and he opened his mouth to apologise, but then he saw her staring at his hand engulfing hers and realised he didn’t need to. Levi tugged her hand gently and quirked an eyebrow at her.
“You comin’?” he asked, taking a step back with hands still linked.
He was sweaty from the sun’s heat and dirt dusted his cheeks from his ride. His hair was untidy and not promising to get any better. He was positively the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” she said finally, and followed after him.
He grinned at her answer and pulled her along after him. He didn’t take her right to his truck, which she expected, but instead to the stables. The mixed scents of hay and sweat hit her nose as Levi led her over to where Beau stood, waiting to be loaded onto the trailer. Quinn hesitated and he looked back at her.
“He’s not really wild” he assured her, “He won’t bite you.”
Beau dipped his elegant head and gently snuffled at Levi’s hair; he grinned and glanced at Quinn again.
“See? Here, give me your hand.”
She offered him her other hand and he lifted it to the side of the horse’s neck, stroking her palm down the thick mane. Beau huffed at her and she smiled, held her palm up to his nose for him to sniff. Beside her, Levi shoved a hand in his jeans pocket and came up with a couple big cubes of sugar.
“He’s got a sweet tooth, something like me, doll” he told her. “Give this to him.”
She held it out to Beau and he gently snuffled it off her flat palm. She giggled, backing into the cowboy standing behind her. He steadied her by her waist, but left his hands in place. She felt him radiating warm through her t-shirt. Levi grinned at her response, looking down at her as his horse nudged his nose into her hand again.
“He wants you to pet his nose” he said quietly, bending to her ear.
Quinn gently stroked the velvety nose, scrunching up her nose at the ticklish sensation.
“He’s handsome” she said, twisting to look up at Levi.
“Don’t let him hear you, his ego’s big enough already” he replied, making her laugh. “Reckon he’s taken a liking to you, sugar.”
He smiled slightly, the fingers of his free hand wrapping around her hip and gently squeezing. Quinn shivered and her knees locked slightly. She could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke next.
“You like bein’ called sugar, doll?” he asked.
She tugged the brim of his cowboy hat down to hide her flushed cheeks, earning a laugh as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cheek.
“I’ll remember that” he promised quietly, in her ear, his arm wrapping around her middle to tug her back against him.
“That’s not fair” she complained quietly. “I don’t know what you like. I can’t tease you.”
Levi kissed her cheek again, his thumb stroking over her sun warmed skin when her shirt rides up a little past her hip.
“You” he mumbled. “I’m really likin’ you, doll.”
She huffed, trying to hide that he was already turning her on.
“But you’ve only just met me. That can’t be it, cowboy.”
He shrugged.
“That’s good enough for now” he replied. “You’ll find out the rest quick enough, I reckon.”
He gently nudged his nose to the space behind her ear, his arm around her stomach tightening a bit when he heard a few other men coming down into the stables. But he still didn’t step away or let go of her.
Quinn wrapped her fingers around his wrist, squeezing gently.
“Promises, promises” she teased. “Though you are at least as handsome as your horse.”
Levi grinned.
“If that was meant the other way round, doll, I’ll take it as a compliment. Beau is a very handsome horse.”
She sighed quietly.
“I think you know that I think you’re handsome, cowboy” she mumbled. “I don’t think I’ve looked at anyone else all night.”
He squeezed her gently.
“I noticed. I kept lookin’ your way just to find your eyes already on me.”
“Hard not to look” Quinn answered quietly. “You far surpass your horse.”
His arms tugged her back flush against him as he pressed another set of kisses to her cheek.
“Nearly broke my neck tryin’ to see if you were watchin’ me up on Beau.”
“Of course I was. You’re good” she told him, shivering as his belt buckle pressed coldly against her. “And like I said, it’s difficult not to look at you.”
Levi pulled gently on her, tipping his head to search her face.
“You okay, sugar?” he asked, frowning slightly.
She turned in his arms to face him, tentatively putting her hands on his shoulders.
“I didn’t expect to find you here” she said softly. “I thought I’d come for a show and then go home.”
He nodded.
“I wasn’t expecting to find you here either” he said, searching her eyes.
“Then you gave me your hat…”
He lifted a hand to adjust the hat so it sat properly on her head.
“Looks good on you” he admitted.
She chewed lightly on her bottom lip.
“Hmm. But will I look good on you?”
His lips tipped into a crooked grin.
“I’d reckon” he said softly. “You don’t think so, sugar?”
She shrugged.
“I’m curious.”
“What’s your hesitation?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
It’s the most he’s talked in some time, and he gets the feeling she knows.
“We’re still here, cowboy” she says quietly.
Levi nodded, grimacing slightly.
“Sorry, doll. I need to make sure Beau is looked after. The idiots who raced off don’t care, but I do. I take him home with me.”
He tucked a bright strand of hair behind her ear.
“You ever ridden? I could use your help.”
Quinn blushed, before realising what he meant by it.
“Oh… A bit?”
He chuckled and lightly kissed the tip of her nose, deepening her blush.
“Help me load Beau, and you can ride me after if you like” he murmured.
Her eyes were fixed on his face, a blue so deep he thought he might fall into them and drown.
“Can I keep the hat on?” she asked softly.
He nodded.
“Please do.”
He gestured to the big horse.
“You ready?”
She nodded nervously and he boosted her up, watching her quickly grip the reins.
Levi grinned, looking up at her and patting her thigh.
“Don’t overthink it, doll” he encouraged gently.
He guided Beau with Quinn on his back up into the trailer, letting her body shift with the horse’s. When he was in position for the ride back home, Levi reached up to hold Quinn and help her down, her body sliding against his until her toes knocked against his boots. He grinned, one hand gentling the back of her neck.
“Hey, look” he murmured. “Knocking boots.”
Quinn huffed a laugh, looking up at him, her hands resting lightly on his chest as he set her steady on the floor of the trailer.
She huffed a quiet laugh.
“Clever, cowboy.”
He chuckled at her, then tied Beau off and helped her out of the trailer. A wolf whistle from their left snapped his head to the side and forced a scowl across his mouth. Quinn eyed the blond man on his approach and vaguely recognised him from his bull ride earlier. He was looking her up and down, his hands in his pockets. Levi took a step in front of her.
“Say what’s about to fall out your mouth, Coop, and you’ll regret it” he says coolly.
Cooper raised his hands in mock surrender.
“So touchy, Sutton.”
Levi tugged Quinn closer and nudged her towards the cab of his truck.
“Go see to your horse, Coop” he muttered, before handing her up on the passenger side.
She climbed up, watching him curiously as he leaped with ease behind the wheel.
“You don’t do this all the time, do you, Levi?” she asked him, testing the weight of his name in her mouth.
He paused, shook his head.
“No. No, I don’t, but that’s not what he was going to say to you” he said quietly, turning the key in the ignition.
The truck moved off slowly and he glanced over at her. He saw her nod.
“I know” she mumbled. “But I really like this hat.”
He laughed quietly.
“I like the hat, too” he murmured back, driving straight out of the grounds.
Levi hesitated for a moment before taking her hand gently back in his. Quinn slotted her fingers between his and held on, feeling his thumb stroke against the soft denim covering her thigh.
“If any of the boys ever calls you anything like that, I’ll knock their teeth out” Levi said after a moment of silence, unsure if she really knew what they were going to insinuate that she was.
She glanced across at him.
“Bucklebunny?” she mused quietly. “Hmm…”
He frowned, nodding, his fingers tightening around hers.
“Yeah” he muttered, watching the sun fade through the windshield as he drove.
“I didn’t show up with that in mind, but…” Quinn trailed off, eyeing his hand wrapped in hers.
“You’re not a bucklebunny” he sighed, glancing at her again. “They’re glory hounds trying to chase a high of snatching the biggest prize.”
She squeezed his hand.
“You won, too, cowboy.”
“That why you accepted my hat?”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
She shook her head honestly.
“I couldn’t have cared less if you won or lost. I took your hat because you looked at me like you wanted to see me in the morning.”
“I do” he admitted, voice quiet.
He pulled down a long driveway, tugging her hand up to kiss the backs of her knuckles.
“And you’re not a bucklebunny, sugar.”
“Thank you for clarifying that for me” she murmured, then leaned across the center console to kiss him, seatbelt pressing into her chest.
He hummed, throwing the truck in park to be free to kiss her back and leaning over to touch her cheek, holding her steady.
“I don’t know your name, sugar” he murmured, pulling away. “I feel like I should before lay you down, huh? Can’t keep callin’ you sugar and doll, now, can I?”
Quinn shook her head.
“You can call me sugar and doll as much as you like, Levi. But my name is Quinn.”
He smiled, murmuring her name back to her.
“Quinn.”
He stroked her cheek, lightly kissing her again, his own seatbelt tugging across his chest.
“Well, Quinn, I’ll get Beau into his stable and then I’ll be all yours?”
“Yes, please” she whispered against his lips.
Levi nodded and pressed another soft kiss to her lips before he forced himself away to hop out of the cab, heading around the back of the trailer to untie Beau and lead him out.
“C’mon, boy” he mumbled. “Bed time for you.”
The horse chose that moment to become stubborn, flicking his head and eyeballing Levi. As Quinn jumped down from the truck onto slightly unsteady feet, she heard Levi chastising the animal and muttering to him about behaving, because he needs to get this girl in the house, he really wants to kiss her again, he wants to see her in just his hat. She flushed in the shadows and went to wait by his front door.
He quietly pleaded with the horse, tempting him with more sugar cubes, not caring that he was blatantly spoiling Beau because he was really dying to get back to her side. He huffed at Beau when he finally urged him into his stable.
“I’m sure you’re real proud of yourself” he grouched at him. “Of all the times you decide to be stubborn, it has to be the one time I bring someone home.”
Levi sighed, forgetting his front door wasn’t too far away. Quinn could hear him just fine.
When he reached her at the door, she smiled shyly at him.
“You want to see me in only this hat?” she murmured, reaching up for him. “You gotta earn it, cowboy.”
He wrapped his arms around her and ducked his head beneath the brim of his hat on her head, nose nudging at hers as he walked her slowly backwards.
“How do I earn that, sugar?” he breathed, lips only a hair’s breadth from touching hers.
“Kiss me” she whispered back. “You’ll figure it out, I’m sure.”
He grinned and pressed his lips to hers, the world dialing down to just the two of them pressing hard up against Levi’s front door.
“You might want to unlock your door” she mumbled into the kiss.
He shook his head.
“I don’t lock it. There’s no one around here. Hardly anyone bothers to lock their doors.”
“Oh, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Levi fumbled with the doorknob and pushed her through the gap as the door made way. Her back hit the hallway wall and she gasped at the impact. Levi took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, kicking the door shut as he pressed closer to her, feeling her hands slink up his body to his shoulders. Her fingers flexed there, wrinkling the fabric of his shirt.
“I thought making friends in a new town would be hard!” she gasped, eyes only half open.
His shoulders shook slightly with laughter, and he tipped her head to kiss her again, tugging on her chin.
“Small towns are pretty friendly” he hummed, nipping at her bottom lip.
She pushed into him at the sting of his teeth.
“I am learning that” she mumbled, clinging to him. “Very friendly.”
His hands mapped her body slowly, flat palms sliding over her curves and down her back, skating over her ass and down to her thighs. He soothed the sting from his bite with his tongue as he kicked his boots off. Seconds later, he urged her to lift each of her feet so he could yank off her boots, too, throwing them unceremoniously down the hall.
“Good people” he mumbled against her lips.
“Are you the good-est?” Quinn panted, her mind stumbling to keep up with his touch on her body; her clothes felt too tight, too small, heat ready to singe them off.
Levi’s hands smoothed up underneath her shirt as he sucked lightly on her bottom lip.
“I’d like to think so, doll” he mumbled. “For you, I could be.”
She whimpered and wound her arms around his neck, one hand inching into his hair, still wind ruffled and mussed. Her blunt nails dragged across his scalp and he moaned quietly into her mouth, his hands pressing hotly against her sides. He moved them down her body again, hooking his palms against the backs of her thighs, hauling her up and pressing her firmly against the wall, invading her senses.
“You’re strong, cowboy” she mumbled, dazed.
She held onto him tightly, dangerously aware of his hips keeping her thighs spread, his body gently nudging hers; too aware of the growing insistent warmth spiraling downwards.
“I’ve gotta be, doll” he muttered back, his hips pressing more firmly to hers in an effort to support more of her weight and pin her to the wall so that his hands could slide over her body again, his touch scorching and needy.
"Well" she gasped, as he squeezed her ass in both hands, "I haven't ridden in a while. I might need some help. Could you...?"
He nodded quickly, kissing a hot line down her jaw.
“Yeah, I’ve got you” he muttered against her skin, his hips rocking into hers slightly before he hauled her back up into his arms.
Quinn locked her legs around Levi’s waist, suppressing a groan as both his belt buckle and the bulge below it rubbed against her. She buried her face in his neck so he wouldn’t see her expression when she hitched her hips to meet his and breathed heavily against his skin. He groaned, the sound deep and rough, and spiking a thrill between her legs.
One of his arms locked underneath her hips, the other gently pressing against her back to keep her steady as he started walking towards his bedroom. He pushed the door open with his foot and sat down on the red and white checked cover on his bed, the whole thing still unmade and messy from that morning. Quinn wriggled in his lap, making soft desperate noises, some of them sounding like his name. He lightly stroked the back of her neck, hushing her quietly and gently rocking up to her. His hands slid under her shirt, pushing it up higher and higher as his hands explored the new territory. He kissed her forehead as he lifted it, his warm hands smoothing over the front of her covered breasts.
Quinn took his hat off her head and dropped it onto his so he could lift her t-shirt all the way off, revealing her baby pink balconette bra to searching eyes. They widened as he reached up for her.
“Oh, sugar” Levi groaned, fingers already sneaking into the tops of the cups.
He stroked the soft tender flesh, teasing the skin above her nipples until she writhed on his lap and whined, begging him for something else. Leaving her bra still on, he flicked lightly and she cried out, wrapping her hands tightly at the nape of his neck. He took pity on her and reached around behind her to unhook the bra, dragging the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, loosing her hands from his neck to toss the bra onto the carpet by the bed.
As soon as it was gone, Levi dropped the hat back on her head and held her gently, his palms molding to the new weight, his roughened thumbs teasing over her nipples until they were hard and aching and whimpers were falling out of her mouth. Her hands fumbled for his shirt, fighting with the buttons as she kissed him again, needy from his hands on her. She finally tugged the shirt free of his jeans, panting triumphantly against his lips.
Quinn spread her hands over his chest, sliding down until her nails caught his flat nipples; he grunted in surprise, hips twitching against hers. She pulled away from his mouth so she could see him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she did so, her gaze warm all over him.
“Wow, cowboy” she murmured.
It was obvious that he worked outside and used his muscles for more than show. His chest and shoulders were tight with muscle, his stomach softening slightly further down. Levi shrugged his shirt off the rest of the way and sent it flying before turning back to her and kissing gently up the line of her neck while his fingers worked free the button on her shorts. He glanced at her, saw the direction of her gaze, and smiled, pleased and flushing slightly with it.
“Like what you see, doll?”
“Yeah” she rushes out, still staring. “You’re beautiful, cowboy.”
She felt over his exposed skin and muscle, running her hands over his chest, what she could reach of his back, his shoulders and arms, and down his stomach, watching the muscles twitch. He hummed in satisfaction at her touch, kissing across her face as his curious fingers dipped down beneath the waist of her shorts, brushing lightly against her panties.
“Hmm, I’ve gotta be, to have such a pretty little thing on my lap” he mumbled, his voice a rasp of need.
He withdrew a little to glimpse her eyes, now almost navy they had gotten so dark.
“Aw, sugar, look at you, huh?” he whispered, settling a heavy hand against the side of her neck and thumbing at her jaw. “You want somethin’, doll? You got a hankering for it?”
Quinn mewled and backed off his lap, standing up, her knees shaking a little.
“What are you…?” Levi trailed away, taking in the sight of her stripping out of her shorts.
He watched, done in, as she shimmied out of her shorts and then tugged her panties slowly down her thighs. They were black lace and completely mismatched from her bra, but still made his mind foggy as she stepped out of them and stood bare before him.
“Damn” he breathed, reaching for her, his breath laboured.
She walked back to him, hand on his hat to keep it down, and carefully climbed back onto his lap.
“This okay?” Quinn asked.
Levi nodded quickly, mystified as his hands fitted to her hips, kneading against them.
“Yeah” he rasped. “Just perfect, sugar.”
Flushed, she cupped the back of his neck and kissed him, biting at him a little.
“So…” she mumbled. “What do you want to touch next?”
He groaned softly at her biting as his hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs rubbing at the sensitive inner skin.
“Everything” he admitted quietly.
She smiled.
“You only have two hands, Levi” she reminded him. “Gotta start somewhere.”
He huffed, knocking his nose against hers as his fingers finally reached their destination, catching her clit, rough and warm.
“Gonna start here, Quinn” he mumbled.
“Please and thank you” she moaned, gripping his shoulders.
He sighed softly, paying lip service to her jaw as he toyed with her, thumb flicking against her again and again. He played with and teased her until she was a dripping mess, her thighs shaking and chest heaving up and down, and he hadn’t given her a single finger, her clit throbbing from overuse. She whimpered nonsense, mostly incoherent words apart from the occasional use of ‘please’ and his name. He smiled against her jaw, continuing.
“Come on, pretty girl” he murmured. “What d’you need, hmm?”
“Something…i-i-in me…please, Levi!”
He hummed against her warm, flushed skin, tracing his fingertips around her entrance, teasing her, before he sank two fingers in. He groaned quietly at the lack of resistance as they slid in to the last knuckle.
“You’re so wet, sugar” he cooed to her, his drawl thick and heady. “Feel good, Miss Quinn?”
He knew it did; the moment she had his fingers, she started rocking onto them, trying to push them deeper. He moved his hand to allow him to press exactly where she wanted him to, earning a pitchy whine and her hips jerking unsteadily forward.
He wanted to kiss her, but he couldn’t look away from what he was doing to her, her body taking his fingers so easily. It made him wonder… And then he grunted in surprise, looking down to find one of her hands rubbing him hard over the top of his jeans, her deep blue eyes unfocused and wide.
Levi groaned softly, kissing her hard on the mouth.
“Ready, doll?” he mumbled near her ear, curling his fingers inside her as her hand tightens over his jeans.
Wanton, he pulled his hand gently away from her, lifted her and set her on the bed before he scrambled up to push his jeans and underwear off, his socks quickly joining them. She stared at him.
“I’m ready” she murmured, eyes widening as she looked out at him from under the black cowboy hat.
He climbed back onto the bed and sat up against his pillows and headboard behind them, then beckoned to her. Quinn went immediately and climbed over his thighs in a hurry, using his broad shoulders for balance as she straddled him and shakily lowered herself down until she felt the tip of him push into her. He settled his thumb against her bundle of nerves as she slowly took him in.
Levi looked up at her, enthralled, his dark brown eyes intense as he drank her in. He watched her slowly seat herself, both of them panting once she was full up of him.
“You’re beautiful” he said softly.
He rubbed at her gently and his eyes narrowed with pleasure as she clenched around him with every pass of his thumb. She rocked slowly in his lap, sighing as he built her back up to the edge she was at before. Her nails dug into his shoulders a little and he hissed quietly.
“This what you wanted?” she panted, grinding slowly. “You want me to come…oh…not on your fingers, Levi?”
He nodded fast. His other hand rested on her hip, soothing lightly.
“Yeah, doll. This is exactly what I wanted” he muttered low, gazing at her, watching how her back arched and her breasts bounced as she ground and rocked. “Seeing you sitting pretty on me like this.”
He let his hips roll up and she bit her lip. She leaned down to kiss him, open mouthed and slow, whimpering at the different new angle.
“Good…” she murmured. “I wanna come right here cowboy. Feels good here.”
Levi grinned against her lips, rubbing harder at her clit, lifting his other hand to tease across her nipples.
“Come on, sugar, you can do it” he urged her.
She mewled against his lips and rocked her hips a bit quicker over him. She softly moans when he thrusts just right, panting his name.
“L-Levi, I’m almost - “
He cut her off by kissing her fiercely, biting her lip, slick fingers rubbing over her again. She came on a wave, shuddering in his lap, warm and melted like sugar.
“Good girl!” he moaned, and she gasped, clamping on him again. “Oh, sugar, you like that, too? Pretty girl, clever girl, good girl.”
Quinn let out a soft broken sob of his name, tightening around him as his hand stroked her face, soothing her back down to earth, her head buzzing from both the orgasm and his use of pet names.
“You look good in my hat” he told her, dark eyes intense. “You look good on me, too. So pretty.”
She slumped forward a bit, nudging her nose against his ear.
“Feel good, cowboy. You look good under me, too” she mumbled.
Levi rolled his hips up, making her jerk, moaning, still sensitive.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy” she says quietly, barely getting the words out. “Good plan. I like it. I like you, cowboy.”
He chuckled, sucked at her bottom lip while he rolled his hips back up again.
“I like you, too, doll” he mutters, eyes closing into slits. “Still gonna like me when the sun comes up?”
She nodded.
“Pretty sure!” she panted. “Really wanna see you in the morning. Maybe, oh…round two? If you’re…interested?”
Levi nodded, kissing her full on the mouth.
“Interested” he panted against her lips, wrapping his arms around her to pull her down and closer to him as he rolled his hips up lazily.
She leaned back a little so she could see him eagerly watching her ride him, his hands smoothing over the insides of her thighs parted over him. She moved slow, enjoying the steady drag of him inside her and the satisfied cat’s eye look on his face.
“You have bedroom eyes” she murmured to him, smiling lazily.
She could just feel the edges of a new climax building, but she didn’t care. He looked so good, wrecked and flushed underneath her. He moaned when she tightened around him on purpose, rolling his hips slowly with hers, his warm, work roughened hands shifting to rest on her hips. His lips were parted, his dark eyes glazed over slightly as he watched her hips rock hypnotically against him.
“You’re so perfect, doll” he breathed.
“Thank you!” she gasped out. “I’m getting a bit tired, though. Can I have a little help, Levi?”
She blushed as she asked it, knowing perfectly well how destroyed she looked. He nodded, helping her with eager hands, lost in the pleasure of having her around and over him. His grasp tightened on her hips, helping her move on him, softly groaning.
“I’ve got you, sugar” he drawled, his accent thickening.
Quinn let him move her, no longer caring to hold in any of her sounds as he helped her grind and rock and bounce on him, getting steadily louder and louder. He groaned, shifting her hips quicker, his head falling back onto the headboard. He rolled his body up into hers, panting, watching her through lidded eyes. A spike of pleasure shot down his spine and he started to thrust sharper up into her; her hands came down onto his shoulders, holding on tightly. She almost fell sideways, but he arrested the movement, grinning.
“Hold on, Quinn” he urged her, suddenly mischievous. “Don’t get bucked off.”
She gasped in pleasure, steadying herself against his shoulders and leaning down a bit so that she wouldn’t topple over again as he thrust up more, even harder. She moaned, her head falling to his shoulder.
“Taking me for a ride, huh, cowboy?” she panted against his ear.
He nodded, biting his bottom lip. His eyes were fierce and dark.
“Yeah, doll” he growled back. “I gotta move, I need to. I can feel it.”
She felt him grind up hard into her and bit down on his shoulder in response. She mewled against his skin, the sound muffled. She clung to him as tight as she could, shuddering, each thrust making her toes curl.
“Come on, cowboy” she moaned into his ear, tightening around him as she spun closer to her second orgasm. “Let me feel you, need to, Levi, please.”
He grasped at her head, pulling it up so he could see her face, knocking his hat off in the process but not caring.
“You need to?” he demanded, eyes wild, body frantic as he drove up and up into her.
Quinn nodded, eyes closing in pleasure. He groaned loudly and nudged at her with his nose.
“Open those blues, sugar. Look at me, look at me, please, Quinn.”
She opened her eyes as asked, pupils blown, eyes hazy with pleasure as she looked at him.
“Need it, cowboy. Need to feel you” she murmured, nudging him back just as gently and matching his wild eyes with her own. “Please, Levi?”
He huffed out a quiet curse, held her down hard by her hips and thrust hard and punishing, heavy eyes fixed fully on hers until his finish forced them closed and his strong hands gripped her down against his blunt hips as he pulsed inside her.
She moaned and cried, struggling to keep her eyes open as she came again, following him fast and clamping around him with a broken sob of his name.
Levi’s dark eyes flickered half open when he felt her fingertips lightly touch his mouth, tugging gently on his lower lip. She was leaning over him, looking drunk and swaying, but her shy smile and next words broke through his haze.
“You’re hot when you come, cowboy.”
He huffed a laugh, lips turning up in a sweet, almost shy smile as his cheeks dusted pink. He raised a hand to gently tug hers from where she was tugging on his lower lip so that he could press a kiss to her palm.
“Glad you think so, doll…but I still have the best view.”
Quinn blushed hot all over again and fell onto his chest.
“I’d argue, but I feel too good” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, stroking lightly down her back.
“Sleep, Quinn. I’ll be here when you wake up” he said softly, hearing her yawn quietly.
She nuzzled in, sweat sticking to sweat, but he didn’t mind. She was soft and warm and pliant, dozing as her breathing evened out and his heartbeat slowly returned to normal. It wasn’t long before sleep took him, too.
The next rodeo Levi competed in, Quinn was there to watch from the sidelines, proudly wearing his hat. When he finished and collected her, scooping her up to carry her back to the stables and waiting horse trailers, Cooper was waiting. Levi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he didn’t say anything.
“Bit rude to hog such a pretty bunny, isn’t it, Sutton? Leave some for the rest of us, why don’t you?”
Quinn sighed as Levi set her neatly on the ground, off to one side. Seconds later, Cooper lay sprawled in the dirt and spitting teeth.
Tagging: @elizabeth-karenina
You're making me THIRSTY for this cowboy all over again. So happy to help with this one omg.
