The Cowboy and The Pencil-pusher

After eating with my dad, I went back to the hotel room around 08:30.I was so excited that Kurt was coming, I was restless.I made the bed and organized the files next to the computer.I also tried messing around with the spreadsheet for a while, but couldn't concentrate at all.I ended up going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and stare nervously at myself in the mirror.I looked as nervous as I was about to take the SAT.

①SAT=ScholasticAptitudeTest, learning (or research) ability test, that is, the American college entrance examination.

"Calm down," I murmured to my reflection. "It's just a date."

I watched TV for a while, and when I checked the time again, it was already twenty past nine.He is late.Kurt wasn't the type to drop an appointment without even calling.I picked up my phone and was idly considering whether to send him a text message when there was a knock on the door.

I stood up slowly, feeling unusually tense.As soon as I opened the door, Kurt stood there with his hat in his hand.He was pale and his eyes twinkled.

"Sorry I'm late." He stood still.

I motioned for him to come in. "It's all right. Is something wrong?"

Although he came in, he was still lingering by the door. "We need to talk."

Those are my five least favorite words.What follows is probably not a good thing.Nobody ever said "We gotta talk. You won the lottery!" Never.I went and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs and trying not to care. "What's wrong?"

"Here comes Riley."

I was shocked, but I tried to keep my expression calm. "You mean he came to this hotel?" What the hell is Riley doing here?I was surprised by a strange sense of encroachment on my territory.

He swallowed heavily, his Adam's apple rolling under his tanned skin. "No, but he's in town."

"Let me guess, his lovely wife didn't come with him?"

The muscles in his jaw tensed. "No."

In theory, it shouldn't be a big deal to me that he's here announcing Riley's coming to town.Yes, it was kind of annoying that his unannounced visit might interfere with my dating with Kurt.But strictly speaking, I have no right to ask Kurt anything.He's been with Riley for a long time, and I've only been in town for a while.But the news still upset me.I had to work extra hard to suppress the resulting anger.

When I speak, I make sure to sound like I don't care. "Oh, well, if you want to miss an appointment, you can just call. No need to come in person."

"I don't want to be rude."

I shrug. "No big deal." Stupid Riley!

He licks his lips. "I also need to keep a little distance from him."

My stomach churned.Why does this bother me?Why should I care if he's still in love with Riley? "You should have brought him here. We could have a threesome." I only said that because I was annoyed that Kurt was struggling with Riley's presence.But I'm not sure why I'm so bothered by this.Otherwise, if I knew it in my own mind, I would still say that I was jealous.But that would be ridiculous, because I'm not jealous.

He narrowed his eyes. "What kind of bullshit is that?"

I blush, but I don't regress. "What's wrong? Because you don't want to share him with others?"

He frowned deeply. "Why are you trying to annoy me so deliberately?" He stroked his hair and looked at the small room. "I didn't come here to quarrel with you."

I sighed and forced myself to relax a bit. "So Riley's in town and you're here with me. I don't know what that means."

"It's hard to explain, but I just had a strong urge to come and talk to you."

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

He grimaced. "I guess I want to know your attitude towards this."

"You already know what I think of Riley. I think he's a wimp. And unless he's here to tell you he's divorced and out, he's a wimp.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he opened them again, the stark pain in them took my breath away. "I know you're right."

"He's using you."

He crossed his arms and nodded. "I know."

"It's really none of my business." My words were calmer than my heart.At this point I just want to vent my anger on calling Riley what a jerk, but I don't think Kurt is going to take it lightly.

He frowned and blushed. "Well, given what's been going on between the two of us lately... I think you have a right to know he's in town."

"Thank you for your notice." I said politely.Seems like he just came to tell me that my dry cleaning was done.

"are you mad?"

"Why should I be angry?" I squeezed out a smile, trying to look like it had nothing to do with me. "Our relationship is open. No one is tied to the other."

He narrowed his eyes and stared at me. "You don't look very happy."

I made myself appear more amiable. "I love having sex with you, and your closet buddy showing up out of nowhere will spoil it. But if you want to waste your time on some scum, like Riley, that's up to you."

He leaned against the wall next to the wardrobe. "I think I figured out why I had to come in person instead of calling."

"why?"

"Because I know you won't hold me back. And I need that right now."

"Those euphemisms are innocuous. They won't do you any good." I looked down at the carpet.

"I think you're right."

"So what are you going to do?" I surveyed the dead skin on my hands. "Run back and play house with Riley?"

He moved restlessly. "I don't know why it's so hard for me to say no to him."

I looked up to meet his suspicious gaze. "Maybe you're in love with him."

"I do love him."

This hurt me more than I thought. "Then this is your answer."

"But I'm not sure I'm in love with him." He moved closer. "He's my first love, so it's inevitable that there will be emotional entanglements for me." He looked at me. "You probably felt similarly about your first love."

"No." I said with a smile, meeting his gaze. "There's really nothing worth remembering." I exaggerated a bit.Bad or not, everyone has memories of first experiences.

"is it?"

I shrugged. "That wasn't love. A guy on the high school football team, got drunk and wanted to fuck a guy. I thought he was cute, and since he was interested in me too, I went with it. I was sexy and all I wanted was Experience it."

"Death."

"What I remember the most is a big mess of fumbling up and down. But if any of us knew the importance of lube, maybe some moments would be more than just pleasurable but refreshing."

His face twitched. "You guys didn't use lubricant?"

His terrified expression made me laugh. "Neither. I had bubblegum lip gloss in my pocket, and it came in handy."

"I have nothing to say."

I lift my chin. "But it works."

"I regret your first experience."

His sympathetic tone made me blush. "Shall we get back to you and Riley?"

"Of course." He frowned. "I guess I've got to end something or something. He's still waiting for me at my house."

"Is he waiting for you?"

He nodded.

"You made him wait for you there and you came to talk to me?" I widened my eyes. "He has no objection to that?"

"I told him I had an errand to run."

"Understood." I cleared my throat. "I don't know what else to say. If you want to be with Riley, go."

He took a long breath, and unexpectedly sat next to me. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course." The feeling of being pressed against his strong shoulders made my heart almost jump out of my chest.God why does he have such an influence over me?It's so annoying.I wish I could just ignore him as I have done with everyone else.

"My feelings for Riley have changed." His voice was a little shaky. "It's all happened since the first dinner date with you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"What's the difference?" I turned to see his anxious eyes.At this distance, I can even see the dark circles outside the irises of his eyes clearly, and I can feel his breath on my face.

"Let's put it this way, this is the first time I've considered saying no to him." He swallowed loudly.

He had too much influence on me, so I looked away.I feel like my troubles are clearly written on my face, but I don't care. "I think you're flattering me when you say that."

"I don't know if I'm complimenting you, but I really think so."

"Then you are still saved."

"That's fine. I don't really like the influence he's had on me over the years." He swallowed hard. "I'm such a coward. Usually when he comes to town I just..." He shook his head. "I let it go like a spineless bone." He raised his hands and rubbed his eyes before putting them back on his legs. "But today was different. When he showed up at my door, the only thing I thought was 'I gotta talk to Paul'."

I can't hide the joy that these words bring to me. "I'd love to see the look on his face."

He snorted. "Worth seeing. He seemed shocked that I didn't immediately kneel at his trousers like I usually do."

"Or on the bed."

"It's true that I didn't fall on the bed." He sighed.

"So what are you going to do next?"

He relaxed on the bed and looked at the ceiling. "Good question."

I came to him and lay down with my head on my arms.My eyes wandered over his handsome face, and there was warmth in my chest.I wanted to touch him, but I restrained my hands. "Maybe because you should have a good talk now that you have confidence."

"Talk about what?"

"Talk to him about his wife. See what he says." He looked up at me, and I was struck by his ridiculously long eyelashes.God, what a handsome man he is.He is not only good looking, but also kind and compassionate——

stop stop stop!Stop now.He's just a nice buddy with benefits, that's all.

"I just think you should bring her up on the table. Force him to bring her up for discussion." I spoke quickly, helping myself to get rid of those rare nasty emotions.

He grunted. "I'm sure he'd be taken aback. We never mentioned her."

"He deserves to be woken up with a stick. You have to set some new boundaries. As long as he's with you, he can no longer pretend she doesn't exist."

He looks away. "yes."

"I mean it. You need to know how he sees her. Does he ever think about leaving her one day?" When he looked at me, his eyes filled with worry and confusion, I relented, so I Giving up restraint, she reached out to touch him.I trace his angular jaw with my finger. "You have a right to know what's going on in his head."

"Maybe." I was taken aback when he took my hand to his lips.

His warm lips hardened my pussy, but I tried not to notice.He came to talk, not to fuck.But I find it ironic that among so many people, it was my turn to enlighten him. "Of course, he needs to be honest with you. Because if he doesn't leave her at all, you're wasting your time. You end up resenting him. He should have thought about that."

"I know you're right." He kissed my wrist absently.

The feeling of his lips on my skin makes it hard to stay rational.But I tried not to care about the growing desire he brought out, and forced myself to keep talking. "If you let him see you as a friend with benefits, then you will always be a friend with benefits in his mind."

He glanced at me. "I know." He let go of my fingers.

"Although I don't think there's anything wrong with being friends with benefits. Of course." I cleared my throat. "But it seems like you want more from Riley than that."

"I... I feel like I've thought more about it."

"But now?"

He avoids my sight. "I don't know anymore." He finally turned his head and kept looking at me. "At this moment, I hope to see whoever I want to see whenever I want."

I stand up. "I'm glad to hear that. A free and easy life will do you good."

"That's not my usual attitude to life, but I think I'm in a different mood now." His voice was soft, his pulse beating rapidly in his neck.

"Why do you think your will is stronger this time?"

He tugged at a loose thread on the sheet. "Are you listening to the truth?"

"of course."

"Part of my mind is on you."

I bit my lower lip. "Interesting."

He nodded and said calmly. "I've been here for years, waiting for Riley to come anytime." He turned to look at me. "But now, all I think about is you." He smiled sheepishly. "Riley's back in town, and I just want more of you." He frowned. "I know that sounds like shit."

I don't know how to respond.I've never been in a situation where I really liked a friend with benefits before.I didn't want to say anything to turn him away from me and into Riley's arms.I want to own him like he belongs to me.But he doesn't belong to me, and I honestly don't know what "possession" means.People do not belong to each other.

His jaw tightened. "I think it's my hot head?"

I licked my parched lips and said the first thing that came to my mind. "Give me 1 minute."

He raised an eyebrow. "Give you a minute?" He sat up and frowned. "I thought you probably didn't enjoy our time together as much as I did."

I knew he was going to get up and leave, so I forced myself to grab his shirt. "Wait. Don't go."

He turned to look at me. "Why?"

I swallowed heavily. "I...I enjoyed it too. Enjoyed our time together, and you." I frowned at the nonsense that came out of my mouth.His lips moved. "I don't do it twice." I shrugged. "I mean, I don't date the same guy twice, generally. You're an exception. I think you have a strong cowboy spell or something."

"Okay. So don't care what this shit is, you want to continue?"

I nodded hesitantly. "As long as I'm here, yes. Of course, I'm going back to Los Angeles once the project is over."

"Yeah." He turned his head to look forward, so I couldn't see his expression. "I'm not asking you to marry me either. I'm just telling you that I love having sex with you and I want to do it a few more times."

I laughed a little louder. "That's a real relief. You probably can't afford the ring I want for what you pay a cowboy."

He snorted, turned to face me, and touched my hip with his knee. "I probably can't afford it." He sighed and scanned me all over. "It's unbelievable that I'm infatuated with a guy who can protect a bag in his pocket."

②A plastic compartment bag specially used to insert pens in shirt pockets to prevent pen refills from leaking.

I run my hands over my shirt. "Excuse me, but it's from Armani. The shirt cost me $260. I don't want ink dripping on it."

He frowned. "My God. All my shirts aren't worth that much."

"That's too bad."

"No. It's a pity that there is nothing to do with so much money, but waste it on an old shirt."

I frowned. "Do we have to repeat the old story?"

He shook his head and gave a short laugh. "No. Let's not mention it. It's pointless."

"We don't have to agree on everything to enjoy our time together."

"Agreed." He crawled back onto the bed and lay on his side facing me. "Besides, there are too few times when we agree."

"Exactly. But we're a good fit physically. Don't try to resist my pedantic charm. Sooner or later you'll be caught."

③The original sentence is written as "Wealways get our man", which is a line that the police often say when they catch bad guys in western movies.

He smiled slightly, but then his expression became serious. "But I want to be fair to Riley."

I'm just about to explode.I'm tired of hearing about poor Riley and his precious mood. "It's very funny."

He squinted at me. "Look, I know you don't like Riley, but he's not a villain."

"What are you worried about? Does he want you to be as good as a jade for him or something?"

"No. Of course not. But he's probably going to be confused about my sudden departure. Then if I go back and tell him for the first time that I don't want to mess with him anymore... he'll be even more confused. "

"I have no sympathy for him at all."

He sighed. "I just don't feel well, because at least I know about his wife. He doesn't know about you."

I moved closer to him, very annoyed. "You make an interesting point: he has a wretched wife."

"I know," he said to me in a deep voice.

I muttered impatiently. "You're such a fool."

"I'm not."

"Hmmm, yeah. You are. Once Riley comes to town and you do nothing to serve him. I call that an ass." I'm not [-]% sure why I'm so obsessed with Riley Heart.Usually when encountering this kind of thing, I just ignore it and leave.

"Which pot do you not open and which pot do you carry, city boy?"

"Really? Am I just pissing you off now? Riley has been using you for years and yet you roll over and stick your ass up when he comes to town?"

He turned over quickly and landed on top of me, startling me.His cock was wedged between my thighs, and our faces were inches from each other.Even though I was angry, I still wanted to kiss him.My lips are twitching. "Can you soften your heart and understand my current situation?"

"It's your soft heart that got you and Riley into this situation," I gasped as his weight pressed me against the mattress.

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

"So what should I do? Be cold and calculating like you?"

"That will save your heart a lot of hurt."

He frowned. "I don't want to be like you."

"That's not good."

His eyes dimmed with doubt. "Why are we fighting?"

"Because I thought I was going to fuck a sexy cowboy tonight and instead we were talking about how much you want Riley."

"What are you talking about?" He frowned. "Did you smoke too much when you were a kid? I said I want you now. Not Riley. If I wanted him, I wouldn't be here now."

④Los Angeles once experienced major smog pollution, so Americans like black Los Angeles people to inhale smog.

The raw desire in his voice turned me on. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," he replied crisply.

"Then why haven't we undressed yet?"

"How do I know."

"Wait. I remember: because you wanted to do Riley the idiot fair," I muttered.

He swallowed heavily. "I didn't want to hurt him. But you're right, too. He's married and I'm not. I have a right to do what I want." He licked his lips. "Do it with whoever I want."

I put my arms around him and squeezed his ass. "Maybe we should have a fight first, and you can think about Riley's business later."

"Really? You want me to fuck you?" he whispered, wiggling his crotch, rubbing our cocks together through his pants.

"The sooner the better," I moaned.

"My God, you're addictive," he sighed.

"You too."

"I've been thinking about this all day." He kissed me tenderly. "This time I want to look at your eyes and fuck you."

"Oh my God." His cock brushed against mine and the feel of it made me thirsty with desire. "I beg you."

"What do you want me to ask?" A playful smile floated on his lips.

"You drive me horny."

"Take off your pants."

"Yes," I said out of breath.

He rolled off of me and I started unzipping my pants with trembling fingers.He did the same, taking his underwear and jeans down to his ankles.I couldn't help but drool at the sight of his plump, rosy cock against his abs.I writhed and kicked my pants and panties aside.I had the foresight to tuck a roll of condoms under my pillow for later use, and now I reached out and grabbed one.Then throw it to him.

I spread my legs for him to enter. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Cowboy. You were a beautiful accident."

"Everything, city boy." His nostrils twitched as his eyes fell on my crotch.He pushed my knees to spread them wider, his callused palms stroking my skin. "I can't forget your perfect ass."

"I feel the same way about this beast." I stroked his thick cock along my way.

"It feels so good to be touched by you."

I gripped his swollen cock tightly, brushing my thumb across the oozing top. "You were late tonight, I thought you wouldn't come."

His cock poked down on my palm, eyes half-closed lustfully. "Oh, I'll come in and enjoy tonight."

I smile. "I am looking forward."

"Hmm..." He moved his crotch, letting his body slide between my fingers. "You have smooth hands."

"I have a maintenance once a week."

He sneered. "Of course you have to take care of it." He pressed on me and covered my mouth with his mouth, and his tongue went deep inside.I moaned into his mouth and he hugged me tighter.

I was pinned against the mattress by his weight, his erect cock poking the inside of my thigh.I need him to come in right away. "Put on the condom and fuck me," I whispered.I nibbled at his neck, savoring the salty sweat on his skin as I nibbled.

Panting roughly, he moved his hips. "Yeah?"

"Fuck me," I repeated.Our swollen cocks huddled together, and I gasped at the delicious friction of each thrust.

Kurt sat up and ripped off the condom.Then he stared at me as he stuffed his plump cock into the condom.He groped my back hole with trembling fingers, opened the entrance, pressed the soft skin, and made me moan heartily. "You want me to come into you?" His voice was deep, and his eyes were deeper than usual.

"I want."

A smile hung on his lips. "Do you have any bubblegum-flavored lip gloss on hand?"

I laughed out loud. "I thought you were going to use your spit, cowboy."

"I won't use it with someone like you."

"Am I special?"

He showed a strange expression, avoided my eyes and did not answer.

I reached under the pillow and found a small bottle of lube that came with the condom.I waved the little tube before his eyes. "Okay, look, look, what I have here."

"I won the jackpot!" He took it from my hand and squeezed a big ball in his palm.Then he expertly massaged the sensitive area between my legs, teasing and playing with my asshole until I couldn't help but want more.

"Ko...Kotter," I whimpered.

"You want more, don't you?"

"Yes, yes," I gasped.

I moaned and arched my back as he slid two fingers inside me. "That's great." I spread my knees further apart, wanting him to go as deep as I could, and work myself on his slippery fingers.

He smiled grimly and looked at me. "You like this?"

I shake my hips. "Lovely," I murmured. "More. I want more."

He pushed his fingers deeper, curling his knuckles until he caressed the little bump, giving me even more pleasure.

"God, fuck," I gasped, shrugging my hips unconsciously. "Oh my god, it feels so good."

He half-closed his eyes. "Is it cool?"

I didn't want to be alone, so I slid my hands down to touch his balls.He sighed and closed his eyes. "Well, comfortable." He whispered.

I slid my fingers forward to grab his big cock and kept massaging the roots. "I want it to come inside of me."

He pulled out his fingers, adjusted his position and bent over me. "Is this what you want?"

I nodded, out of breath and horny. "Yeah." I spread my legs wider. "That's what I want."

He propped himself up on his arms and pressed his cock against my back hole.His eyes were burning, but there was something else in those eyes.I've never met a guy who looked at me like that while having sex.It was a kind of tender love and respect, which stirred my heart with an unknown emotion.He leaned in and kissed me tenderly, and said, "You put a curse on me, Paul."

My heart tensed as I gazed deeply into his eyes. "The same to you."

"Really?" He shifted his hips so that the tip of his cock was pressed against my back hole. "You want me?"

"My God, of course."

He sighed and gave me what I wanted, sliding into me with a low moan.

"Fuck—" I yelled, relaxing my muscles to let him in.The hot friction of the thick cock made me dizzy. "Oh shit."

As the action deepened, his eyes were full of longing.He shrugged his hips and pushed hard, once and for all. "Damn, this is so fucking good." He slams into my body, sweat running down his angular face. "My God, Paul."

I gripped the sheet tightly, my heels sinking deep into the mattress, taking everything he gave me.It was the hottest, most powerful sex I've ever had, when I couldn't get enough of him.I switched angles, wrapped my legs around his thick, muscular thighs, and moved around his cock like I was holding a bull in heat.He was already in my body, so he also got up to do whatever he wanted, constantly crashing deeply.This level is no problem for me, I like his aggressive side.His big cock rubbed against my prostate again and again, and I screamed louder and louder, urging him to continue.

He was watching me intently as he fucked me, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slightly open.We seem to no longer have to use words to tell each other what we want and need.The experience was more intimate than any other man I've had before.I really felt a perfect fit with him in both body and soul.For some reason, he made me feel safe and cared for, even when he was aggressively demanding my body.

My body gripped his cock tightly like a clenched fist.I'm on the verge of an orgasm.The intense experience was so ecstatic that I knew a few more pushes would drive me to orgasm.Sure enough, when he pushed deeper, my self-control completely collapsed, and then the orgasm broke out.I cum between our bodies, sticky and hot, on our abs.He thrust that long, thick cock into me again, and then he came out with a growl.His cock pulsates inside me, squirting into the condom as he moans and swings his hips.

We were all out of breath when we were done.He kissed me tenderly, and I kissed him back, showing my true love for him.He smiled warmly as he looked at me. "I don't seem to be able to let you go anymore." He withdrew from my body with a weak smile.Then he rolled over and looked at the ceiling. "It's a little difficult now."

"I like the hard stuff."

He bit his lip. "I swear I'm here to talk."

"I'm not a good conversation partner."

He sneered. "Shut up. I'm serious."

I didn't say anything because I was very happy with what had just happened.I got fucked really hard and comfortably by the man I really like, and I want to enjoy the aftertaste of the romance.I sighed and closed my eyes, wishing I could go on like this without moving any more.I opened one eye when I heard him get up from the bed.He picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.

I sat up, got some tissues from the bedside table, wiped myself clean, then put on my underwear and pants and sat in a chair by the desk.When Kurt came out, he ran his hands through his hair.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I don't know what's wrong with me."

I frown. "Why?"

"The situation is too chaotic, I still have a showdown with Riley."

I smoothed my pant legs with my hands, my stomach churning at the mention of the man. "Yes, it would be embarrassing. But you don't owe him anything. Really not. You can sleep with whoever you want."

"He's at my house."

"But he came uninvited."

"Yes. But as far as I know he'll be waiting for me in my bed." He crossed his arms, looking disturbed.

"Oh." Whether or not I have the right to be angry, but the picture does piss me off.I suppressed my anger and said indifferently: "Think about it, you are single. He is not your boyfriend."

"Paul, he'll be stunned that I left him to sleep with you." He swallowed hard.

I stood up and leaned over to him. "He has a wife. He might sleep well with her, too."

He shrugged. "Yeah. I know. The difference is, like I said before, I know her. But he doesn't know you."

I shrugged. "Then tell him about me. It's good for an over-inflated man like him to know he has a rival. Maybe he'll value you more."

"About what happened just now, I doubt whether I can hide it from him. He can probably see the guilt on my face."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of."

His jaw tightened. "Even if you're right, I still feel like I cheated on him."

"Do you know how bad your idea is? He's the one with the wife."

He sighed and looked up to the ceiling. "I know you're right. I'm not regretting what happened just now." He sighed heavily and bent down to kiss me.

The touch of his lips made me want to push him down on the bed and have another fight.But as soon as the kiss was over, he left me and walked towards the door.

"Then what are you going to do?"

He put on his hat, opened the door, and glanced over at me. "I don't know." He gently closed the door behind him.

I looked in the direction he was leaving for what felt like an hour or so.My whole body is confused.Yesterday I thought Kurt and I were kind of a casual affair.But after having sex three times in two days, I fear I may be a little bit stuck.

And as much as I hate to admit it, the thought of Kurt going back to his house made me uncomfortable.Will he tell Riley about my existence and what happened between the two of us tonight?Will Riley play tricks on him?Will Kurt submit?

But the most frustrating part is: what's in it for me to worry about?