Dance Her Home - Cody Johnson

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I had finally asked Colt if he liked football, and he said he loved football. So, I was wrong about him not having a television. We were in my bed watching the Bengals versus the Chiefs. Well, he watched the game while he drew circles on my thigh while I tried not to jump his bones. I didn't want to make the first move. I wanted him to. I didn't want him to think I just wanted to fuck him. It was only eight; we had all night.

"Who do you think is hotter? Joe Burrow or Travis Kelce?" I ask him, earning an eye roll from him. Honestly, I have always had a massive crush on Joe Burrow. His face makes watching football more enjoyable.

He doesn't answer immediately. "Let me think for a minute." I laugh and wait for him to decide. "I think I'm going to have to go with Kelce. Joe just isn't doing it for me since he has sucked this year."

"You know, I'm thinking the same. The hype just isn't there anymore." He laughs and runs his hand higher up my leg, and my breath hitches in my throat. He knows what he's doing. He's watching my every move, and I know he knows what I'm feeling. I bite my lip and reach for the hem of his shirt, "So, you got any more tattoos I should know about?"

He smirks, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to get me to take my shirt off." Yes, Colt. I am. You are so hot, and if I don't see your body soon, I will go crazy.

He caught me. I roll my eyes, "No, I'm asking if you have another tattoo under it."

"Well, in that case, I do have a tattoo under my shirt."

This smart-ass! If I rolled my eyes at him again, they'd probably fall out of my head. "Well, let me see it."

"Fine," he says, taking his shirt off. He watches me as he slowly peels his shirt up and over his head. I immediately scan his body as more skin is revealed, looking for black ink. Or that's what I hope he was thinking I was doing. I was ogling over his tanned, muscular abdomen. I wanted to push him back on the bed and run my hands down his body.

He throws his shirt on the ground, and I frown when I see no tattoos on the front of his body. He smirks at me before turning around so I can see his back. Once he turned, I began to see ink on his upper back. "An eagle?" I ask, tracing my fingers along the wings of the bird.

His body tenses as I touch him, "Yes, ma'am."

"Does it have a meaning, or did you just think it looked manly?" He cocks his head around and glares at me. He turns around and pins me underneath him, and I laugh.

"If you must know, an eagle symbolizes strength, power, and freedom. It also looks badass; you can't lie."

I smile, trying to hide my laugh, "I like it because it's an Auburn War Eagle." There are many stories behind Auburn's War Eagle. Legend said someone brought a bald eagle to the game as a good luck charm. He had found him on the battlefield from the Civil War and kept him. The eagle broke free and circled the field as Auburn's defense charged the ball and threw it into the endzone for a game-winning touchdown.

"You know, I never thought about that." He still hovered over me, looking down at me with a smirk. I wondered what was going through his mind because I knew mine was chanting, "Kiss him. Kiss him!"

His eyes wander mine, asking for permission to kiss me. At least, that is what I'm hoping he's doing. I want to grab his face and pull him down so his flesh is against mine. He takes a deep breath and brushes the hair out of my face before leaning down to kiss me. I immediately grab his face, his stubble in my hands, and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. He moved his body to press against me, and his tongue darted into my mouth.

I hadn't done this in months. I hope he didn't think I was a lousy kisser. One hand left beside my head and traveled down my body so he could feel my curves. He pushed the end of my shirt up to touch my skin. It felt so warm against my body. My hands moved to his wet hair, my fingers getting tangled in them. His hands moved my shirt under my breasts, and I broke away and slightly sat up to take it off. I lay back down, and Colt looked at my body and smirked, "Beautiful."

His lips connected with my neck, leaving kisses down my body and my breasts. His right hand caressed my boob, squeezing it slightly while he sucked on my nipple. My breathing got heavier, and I could feel myself getting wetter every second. My back began to arch, aching for his lower half to touch mine.

Colt's right hand began to roam down my body as he still sucked on my nipple, squeezing my side slightly, letting a moan escape my mouth. His mouth traveled up my body again, landing on my lips and kissing me again. His hand traveled lower to my shorts, stopping and looking at me to ensure I didn't want him to stop. I didn't say anything but instead pulled him closer so I could kiss him again.

He pulled away, and both his hands grabbed the hem of my shorts, yanking them down my legs and throwing them across the room. He licked his lips as he looked over my body before leaning back to kiss me. His hand rested on my stomach as he climbed off me and laid on his side. His hand slowly moved past my belly button, and I clenched my thighs together from the contact.

His hand reaches down to my lips, and I throw my head back when he reaches contact with it, my legs spreading open for him. I look at Colt and see him staring at me as his fingers caress my folds, earning a moan from me. "Christ, Charlie, you are soaking wet."

"You're the one making me wet," I tell him and gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me. I open my eyes to look at him and still see him staring at me with a smirk as he thrusts his fingers into me. I grab his face and pull him down to kiss me, moaning against his lips as he goes faster.

I could feel my cervix closing in, and he let go of me. His face moved down to where his fingers were, and his tongue sucked on my folds as his two fingers thrust inside me. I grabbed the sheets with one hand and placed my other hand over my mouth to quiet the moan escaping my mouth. I could feel his facial hair against me, tickling me, making me wetter, if possible. I would cum any second, and he knew as he fastened his pace. I released and came apart into his mouth, as my hand still covered my mouth as he sucked every last drop out of me. He looked up at me and smirked before coming to the pillow and laying down on it, releasing a breath. "Holy fuck, Charlie."

I ran a hand through my hair, only able to get the words "I know" out before he grabbed me and kissed my lips. I was still turned on, and I could tell he was from the erection growing in his pants. He pulls me on top of him, and I slowly sit down on his groin, earning a groan. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing them slightly before tossing me off him. I roll over on the bed and watch him stand up, walk over to his bag by my door, and grab something out of it, assuming a condom. At least he came prepared because I didn't have any.

Colt walks back over to the bed and watches me as he slides his shorts off, revealing his throbbing erection. He rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls it on, only breaking eye contact with me for a split second. He lays back down on the bed and pulls me to him, kissing me again.

He moves me, so I'm straddling him. Oh no, he wants me to ride him! Shit. "I haven't had sex in a while," I tell him. I don't know why I say it; I know he probably doesn't care.

Colt brushes my hair behind my ear and kisses my forehead, "You'll be fine, I promise." Great. He did all the work to make me come five minutes ago. It's the least I could do to ride him.

I drop my lower body and line myself above his cock, and he grabs it and guides it into me. I slowly take it in, closing my eyes as his cock fills me. Once it was all the way in, Colt grabbed my ass and groaned, "Fuck, you're so tight."

I slowly began rocking my hips back and forth and leaned down to kiss his neck. His stubble felt so good against my lips. One of his hands moved to the back of my hair, grabbing a fist full of it, and the other grabbed my ass, pinching it as I grinded into him faster. "Fuck, Charlie," he whispers in my ear.

I fiercely kissed him, and in an instant, he changed. His hips rose, and he began to fuck me from underneath. I placed my hands on his chest and threw my head back because it felt so fucking good. "Oh, Colt!" I moaned, and it came out much louder than I wanted, my body collapsing as the moisture seeped out of me. He bit his lip as he watched me, and God, it was so sexy.

My breasts bounced with every thrust as the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." Colt moaned, closing his eyes and pursing his lips as he pushed through the last few thrusts and finally eased to a stop. I smile, knowing he just came and rolled off him to get something to clean ourselves with.

I lay back down, and he pulled me close, wrapping his arm around me. "Well, that was fun," he chuckled, watching the television that still had the football game on, but now it was ending.

"A lot of fun," I smiled, resting my head in the crook of his neck. "I felt like I almost needed your cowboy hat as I rode you."

He laughs, "That woulda' been so hot. I'll remember to bring it next time." Next time. He still wants to see me after this. It honestly felt so nice being wanted for the first time in a while. My last boyfriend never made me feel wanted; he just made me feel used.

We lay there for a while, and my stomach growls. We ate so early and burned a lot of calories, so I was again hungry. "You want something to eat?"

"Sure, I worked up an appetite."