Cold State Line

Anna stared at me and Matt as we walked towards them holding hands. I was surprised she didn't immediately say something. The last time she'd seen me with a guy was years ago with my ex. Since we'd broken up, I had avoided all men. To be fair, so had she.

My ex, Clay, was one of the most famous bull riders. He had won the Las Vegas Rodeo and was touring around the international circuit. We'd fallen to the cowboys. We'd become obsessed with these men just because they understood our lifestyle. Anna's ex had broken up with her after he'd received a spinal injury. He decided Anna wasn't good enough for him.

I, on the other hand, still had Clay. I had been totally, head-over-heels in love with him. Clay and Snap were my world, and then he'd broken my heart in the worst way possible, and I couldn't trust a man again. That was until Matt. Granted, I didn't see this going anywhere other than a one night stand, but if I could do this with Matt, I could jump back into the dating world.

"So, turns out the guys are staying in the same hotel as us," Anna said with a smile. "Gotta love Tina."

I smiled and squeezed Matt's hand. Guess our night wasn't ending quite yet. "Tina is a God's send."

Anna came over and grabbed me, pulling me away from the others. "Look, actually go for a round with him. Get over the fuck boy who broke you. And what better way then to do it with a smoking hot guy?"
********************************************************************************************************
The elevator doors shut and Matt flashed me those damn dimples again. I swear, if he did it one more time, I'd jump his bones. And the man knew it too. He wouldn't wipe those damn dimples off his face. All I wanted to do was stick my finger in the hole by his gorgeous mouth.

"This has been fun," he said, getting closer to me. His body was pressed close to mine. "What do you think?"

I couldn't form words. All I could do was stare at this handsome man in front of me. His muscled arms framed my head, and all the breath in my lungs left. He was so built, he could put even some cowboys to shame.

"I didn't quite catch that," he said and pushed closer, lowering his head so our lips were literally inches apart. "Care to say it again?"

Instead of answering him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brushed my fingers through the hair at his neck. He must not have been on the same page as me because the smirk dropped off his face. I started to pull away, but he pulled me closer by the loop on my jeans.

Matt's mouth met mine, his lip ring cold against my bottom lip. It warmed quickly though especially when his tongue demanded entrance into my mouth. His tongue was warm as it gained dominance over mine. I could feel myself melting into his embrace and then the elevator doors opened.

"Your room or mine?" he asked. I smiled as the doors closed. There was no doubt in my mind that his room was better than mine.

We watched the elevator doors close and then took a few steps back. His face was flushed, just like I imagined mine was. Matt grinned at me and took my hand as he guided me to his room.

His room was huge. It was two times the size of mine and stunning. It had a beautiful view of the Woodlands and this incredible bed. It was so large, I could probably going swimming in it. My mouth was dropped, and I could hear Matt chuckle behind me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He was giving me an out.

"I want to... if you do."

Licking his lips, he nodded and motioned for me to come to him. I slowly did and reveled in the feeling of his hands on my body. They roamed slowly, following the peaks and valleys of my body. It was hardened from years of training, but Matt didn't seem to mind. He growled low in his throat as he gripped my ass.

With reckless abandon, he grabbed my button down and ripped it from my body. The buttons flew in every direction. A small gasp left my lips as his eyes hungrily took in my tight stomach and sports bra clad chest. Matt's fingers found the loops of my jeans again as one hand moved under my bra. He flicked my nipple and sucked the other one through the sweaty material.

A moan escaped my lips as I reached for his shirt and threw it off. He had muscles everywhere and tattoos as well. His torso was covered in them, and I found myself licking my lips like he did with me. Matt scooped me up and moved me to the find, grabbing my jeans and tugging them off. Now I was left in just my sweaty, unattractive underwear. He lost no time in removing his own jeans, and I could see a tent in his boxer briefs.

"Bra, off." Matt's voice was hoarse. He sounded like a man starved of drink. "Now."

I slowly pulled the bra off, whipping it at him and then pulled my panties down my thighs as well. Matt practically lost it at that. He pushed my thighs apart and started to rub his nose along my slit, placing kisses on each part of my thigh.

Oh no, that would not do. I grabbed his short hair and guided his mouth to my clit, waiting for that tongue to work wonders. He grinned but obliged, gently inserting two fingers in as well. I gasped and thrashed around, enjoying the first stimulation I had had in two years.

"Faster," I said as he curled his fingers up and thrust them in time with his tongue against my clit. I ground my vagina against Matt, probably suffocating him but I didn't care. I needed a release.

Matt went faster, adding in a third finger and using the thumb of his other hand to help his tongue add in my pleasure. It took a few minutes of this rhythm before I was squeezing his head between my legs and coming on his tongue. It was a build-up of two years as I came and came and came. Matt just kept sucking and finally popped up for air when my orgasm was over.

He sat up and placed a kiss against my mouth. I reached down and pulled him from his boxers. Now it was his turn for some pleasure. I only hoped it was like riding a bike. I didn't want to do something stupid like choke on his dick.

"You don't have to..." he began as I gripped the base of his cock.

"I want to," I told him and looked down when my fingers didn't meet like they did on Clay's penis. Holy shit! The man was massive. I thought I was staring at a snake. How did he not show in his jeans all the time? I needed to get him some Wranglers. Matt's dick was... like a fucking horses. And I would know, I spent plenty of time around those animals.

Notes

To be continued...

So the chapter started out differently, but my laptop decided to reboot in the middle of typing... little fucker.

Please rate and comment.