linger long

You drape an arm over the back of your stool and lean into it, solidifying your gaze on him. He quirks an eyebrow at you, and you smile, nodding him over. You watch him excuse himself, and once you’re sure he’s heading over to you, you turn your back to him and face the bar.

He takes the stool next to you, and you can feel his eyes on you. “Howdy, Lieutenant.” You almost add a ‘fancy seeing you here’ to the greeting, but decide that’d be a little too on the nose for the themed bar you were sitting in.

“Been a while, m’dear. How’ve you been?” It’s a playful question, laced with a suggestive undertone referencing your last encounter of a game of darts.

“Oh, you know…” You sigh contently, finally turning to look at him. “Never better.” Except wholly better now that you’ve run into him.

He grins. “Good to hear.”

He turns away from you to order himself a drink, and though it only takes a minute or two, it’s plenty enough for your eyes to fully rake over him. Something was different about him, something that was driving you up the wall, but you weren’t sure what.

You tilt your head slightly as you survey him. It couldn’t possibly be the small addition of a toothpick in between his teeth, could it?

You aren’t sure, but as far as you can tell, that’s the only change in his physical appearance from the last time you’d seen him. Maybe distance had made your heart grow fonder, or in this case, your libido. You take a deep breath to interrupt your own thoughts.

“What’ve you been up to?” You hope it comes out casually, like you’re just returning the gesture he’d started by asking how you were. You’re also curious why you hadn’t seen him around, the bar felt quieter without him and his buddies crowding around the pool table or the dart board.

He gives you a sweet smile, seemingly knowing exactly what you meant, “Work, mostly. I’ve been around.” He chuckles, “Just haven’t had much time for drinking.” He winks. “You been missin’ me?”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d read you like a book, so you just smile and change the subject.

“We should take advantage of this run in, right?”

He laughs, pulling the toothpick from his lips to take a sip of the drink that was now placed in front of him. “Straight to the point! That’s not like you.” He teases.

“You did technically promise me another game.” You smile sweetly, looking up at him. “And I haven’t stopped thinking about you-“ your eyes drop to his lips and that damn toothpick, and in a surge of confidence you add, “or your mouth.” It’s a bold statement, and that isn’t lost on him as he shifts closer to the edge of his stool. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, pausing briefly. “You’re from Texas aren’t ya?”

“Yes ma’am.” He leans into his accent, drawing out the word with a teasing grin. He flips the toothpick over with his tongue, and you’re positive it’s because he can see you watching it.

“Then you must know the saying… what is it again?” You lean forward, steadying yourself with one hand placed precariously onto his thigh, and pluck the toothpick from his teeth. You keep your gaze locked on his as you roll the toothpick between your fingers. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” You say it as softly as you can for him to still hear it in the loud atmosphere surrounding you, and by the look on his face, you know he does. You smile, settling the toothpick between your own lips.

He clears his throat so slightly you’d miss it if you were any further from him. “Somethin’ like that, yeah.”

He’s flustered.

You don’t know him well enough yet to notice, his own mother probably wouldn’t. It isn’t something that happens to Jake Seresin often, but it’s no surprise to him that you’re the cause.

You figure you have the upper hand though because it takes him two full beats to come up with his next move. “You lookin’ for one, sweetheart?”

As smooth as ever.

“Maybe.” You look over his shoulder and press your tongue to the back of your teeth. “You think I’ll have any luck with that group?” You nod at a table full of guys behind him, but he makes no move to acknowledge them.

Instead, he slides his arm across the bar so his hand is almost touching yours and leans in so close that you think he might kiss you. You forget for a moment that his toothpick is still between your lips until he’s taking it back and standing up.

“Is that how you wanna play it?” He focuses on a piece of hair in your face, brushing it to the side as he says it, and, regrettably, you lose your upper hand. Who could blame you? He was practically looming over you as you stayed seated, and it was doing wonders for those dirty thoughts you’d been having.

But he didn’t need to know that.

You narrow your eyes slightly and stand up, pressing ever closer to him, partly because you’d craved the contact of his body against yours since the last time you’d been with him, but also in an attempt to rile him up like he’d done to you.

“What are tonight’s rules?”

There’s a glint in his eyes as he takes a step back, and you have to keep yourself from pathetically whining at the loss of him. “The rules of this game are simple. First one to cave loses.”

“That’s it? Seems pretty vague.” He picks up his drink and moves to walk past you, pausing to lean into your ear, “I have a feeling you’ll catch on quick, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss to the side of your head, and then he’s continuing past you.

You hear his voice behind you. “Can I buy you ladies a drink?”

Oh. Suddenly you know exactly what his rule means. “Alright. Let the games begin.” You mutter to yourself, grabbing your drink and heading back to your friends.

“Jake’s here.” You tell your friends melodically when you reach your table. Eleanor gasps, Mack asks “Sexy pilot Jake?”, and Margot is immediately trying to spot him, despite not knowing what he looked like beyond your basic description.

You sit down in the corner of the booth, giving you a perfect view of the bar, and the aviator still sitting at it. “Yes, that Jake.”

“Well share with the group! Where is he?” Margot presses you, scooting closer to your side. Mack and Eleanor do the same, searching in the general direction of your gaze. You smirk and point at him. “Right…there.”

“The guy very obviously flirting with the bachelorette squad over there?” Eleanor asks.

“Yep.” You pop the ‘p’. “Does he not know you’re here?”

“He does.” You smile at them. “I’m lost.” Mack deadpans. Jake chooses that moment to glance over at you, and once he sees your eyes are already on him, he touches her arm. Your friend’s watch the entire interaction with wide eyes until it starts to click for each of them. “This is all part of the game.”

A chorus of reactions comes from your friends. “You kinky fucks!” “Jesus Christ…” “He is sexy.”

You laugh at them, “Okay, okay! Enough about the pilot… I feel like dancing! Let’s dance! We should dance.” You pull them up with each reiteration of the sentence, though it doesn’t take any convincing to get them up.

You hold Mack’s arm over your shoulder and lead him and the girls over to the dance floor, cheering at the next song that comes on. You all fumble your way through a line dance or two, giggling and twirling each other around the floor. You’re having so much fun with them that you almost don’t notice Jake leading one of the women onto the dance floor.

It almost spurs more excitement in you, in some backwards way. Maybe it’s because you know that she’s no threat to you. You would end up together at the end of the night either way, this was just a fun detour.

You share a look with him over the woman’s shoulder and give him a two finger salute, then turn to find someone to dance with. Your eyes lock with a familiar face, and you can’t help but grin at how perfect his timing was.

“Javy!” You make a big show of greeting him, throwing your arms around him as soon as you’re close enough. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” He returns the hug, laughing at your excitement. You were familiar with most of Jake’s squad, and Javy was usually with him when he came in, so it was good to see him again. You catch up for a few minutes before asking him to dance.

He seems to know something you don’t, but he still agrees, putting one hand on your waist and pulling you into a lively swing. The poor woman with Jake probably thought she had a chance, but you were actual friends with Javy, so you weren’t leading anyone on. Also, you’d missed seeing him around too, so it was a win-win from your perspective.

“Somethin’ going on between you and Jake?” He glances behind you. “He was talking about you like two days ago, and it seemed like you two were on very good terms.” He teases, and you blush at the thought of Jake talking about you so recently. “We’re good.”

“Alright. Keep your secrets.” He smirks to himself, looking over your shoulder. You dance for a few more minutes before you’re interrupted by the man of the hour. “Yo, Coyote! I want to introduce you to someone.” The two of you turn toward Jake and his date, and you smile. “Hey Hangman.” You greet. “Hey.”

He looks at Coyote. “This is Miranda. I was just telling her about how well I think you’d get along. Why don’t you buy her a drink?”

You suck in a breath, feigning disappointment. “Oooohh. Actually, Coyote and I were just about to go ride the mechanical bulls. Right?” You look at him expectantly and he picks up on the hint, smiling to you and then looking back to the pair. “Hell yeah we were. Sorry man, maybe you can get her something and then meet us over there?” He flashes a grin to Miranda, winking at her, and then he grabs your hand and leads you over to the bulls before waiting for his response. You gesture over the music to your friends in the direction of the bulls, and they nod, following the two of you through the crowd.

Well played Coyote. You’d remember to thank him later.

In another perfectly timed event, Jake and Miranda rejoin Javy and your friends right as you’re, for lack of a better word, mounting the mechanical bull. You don’t notice right away, which is probably for the best, because the alcohol is wearing off and you’ve never ridden a bull before.

But you’re a natural.

You get your hips into a rhythm, grinding as smoothly as you can with the jerky mechanical movements. You get comfortable enough to put one arm up in the air, and when you do you hear your friends scream, prompting a wider audience reaction.

You see Jake standing with his arms crossed, shaking his head with what you assume is a chuckle.

You end up staying on longer than anyone else that night.

The next time you look for Jake, you can’t find him. You get off the bull to cheering and whooping from everyone in the vicinity, but especially your friends. Margot puts her arms around you, “Lover boy’s over by the bar, he seems-“ She waves her arm vaguely. “-frustrated? Wound up? Distracted?” Javy offers. She smirks, “Any of the above. Go get him. We’ll catch up tomorrow.” Eleanor winks, and they push you in Jake’s direction.

You saddle up to the side of the bar and put your elbow on the tabletop. Resting your chin in your hand, you give him a pouty smile. “Who’s winnin’ baby, you or me?”

He doesn’t say anything, throwing the rest of his drink back. He motions to the bartender to close out his tab, and then he’s turning back to you with a contemplative smile on his face. “You gonna let me take you home?”

You almost scoff, he’s clever, you’ll give him that, but you weren’t going to lost that easily. “Bar not good enough for you this time?”

The look he gives you is so intense it almost unnerves you. “No more fucking games, sweetheart. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then lead the way, cowboy.”

The drive to his apartment is sobering to say the least. There’s a dull buzz in the back of your mind leftover from the pounding music that had been playing in your ears all night. His hand resting on your thigh while the other controls the wheel is just enough to keep the foreplay from the bar at the front of your mind.

You feel antsy sitting in his passenger seat. The last time you’d played a game like this the gratification had been instant. This time, you had to sit through an entire ride, and it definitely wasn’t the ride your body was craving.

“How much farther? I mean, do you live close?”

He chuckles, glancing over at you with a smile as he starts to trace circles onto your skin. “Someone’s eager.”

You clench around nothing, and silently curse him.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll take good care of you tonight.” You inhale at the insinuation, resorting to crossing your legs for some relief. He notices, that’s evident by the smirk, but he doesn’t say anything else until you’re pulling up to his building. “Stay right there.”

And then he’s jumping out to get your door. You giggle when he opens it and offers you his hand, despite the curb being barely a step down from his car. “There’s those southern manners I’ve heard so much about.”

“Don’t make me regret pulling them out.” He shuts the door behind you and takes your hand, leading you to his front door. He fingers the key out from the rest of the cluster on his keychain with one hand- a completely ordinary task, but impressively hot in this moment, and pushes the door open, tossing the keys to the nearby table.

“This is me.” He says it lightheartedly, flipping the switch of a lamp. The whole thing is surprisingly intimate, being in his personal space after only ever existing in bars with one another. It’s tidy, comfortable, and you’re not sure if you’ve ever tried to picture his living situation before this.

His voice breaks your train of thought. “Do you need anything? Water or something?”

You stare at him. “Jake?”

“Yeah?”

“Just kiss me.”

Those words are enough to send him back into the mood from the bar, sobering car ride be damned. He crosses the room in two strides gripping your face and crashing his lips against yours. You grip his forearms as your lips move with his. You break apart breathless, staring at each other as your chests heave.

He searches your eyes, still holding your face in both of his hands. “Come on.” He breathes out, dropping his hands from your cheeks and taking your hand in his for the second time that night.

As soon as you’re through his bedroom door, he’s pushing it closed with a hand above your head, trapping your body against it as his other hand moves to the side of your neck, his lips back on yours. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He mutters against your lips.

You open your mouth and let out a breathy moan. He kisses across your cheek and down your neck, and you move a hand to palm him through his pants. He groans and intertwines the hand that isn’t still pressed above you through your hair, moving back to your lips.

You slide the back of your hand up the door until you hit his, pushing your fingers under his palm. He reacts immediately, linking your fingers together, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

After a few more moments, he pulls away, just enough to press his forehead to yours and look at you again. “My gorgeous girl.” His hand trails down your body, and you suck in a breath when the button on your pants pops open.

He unzips them slowly, pulling his head back fully but keeping his eyes locked on yours. Your heart picks up it’s pace as his fingers ghost over your clit, the fabric of your underwear becoming increasingly frustrating to you.

When he dips his hand into your panties, you have to steady yourself, gripping his shoulder and resting your head back against the door. You moan as he rocks his hand, switching between kneading your clit with his thumb and pushing two fingers into you. “Oh fuck!”

“I’m gonna be getting noise complaints tonight, aren’t I?” He chuckles, but the continuing pressure building in your body prevents you from uttering a coherent reply. “Already a mess and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please Jake.” You whimper. “I need more.” He gently kisses the top of your lips.

“I did tell you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” You nod, desperately pulling his hips closer to your own. He removes his hand from your pants and puts his hands on your shoulders, guiding you over to his bed.

When the back of your knees hit the edge, he pushes you down. You giggle as he leans over you, connecting your lips again with a smile. You lift your ass when you feel his hands reaching to pull your jeans down, making it easier for him to pull them off.

You put a hand on his chest and pushed him up, sitting up with him. You remove your shirt, and he follows your lead. You smile at each other as you undress fully, laying back onto the bed with his lips on yours again the second you’re both naked.

“Jake?” You say between kisses. He hums. “Please fuck me.”

He laughs, “I got you, sweetheart.” You yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the bed.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he pushes himself in, and you gasp at the stretch. His hands find yours, and then they’re above your head again as he slowly and deeply thrusts in and out of you.

You breathe in and out, in and out. This was becoming far more intimate than either of you were expecting, but you can’t take your eyes off him as he fucks you.

“I missed you.” He admits. “Haven’t stopped thinking about you since the bar.” You nod, eyes fluttering. “I missed… ah- I missed you too.”

You lose yourself in the moment, until your eyes widen as you remember what you’d said earlier that night. “Can I ride you?”

His hips stutter. “Fuck. Yeah, you can ride me. Jesus christ.” You smirk at your turn for control, standing up and holding your hand out to him.

Your legs are a little wobbly, but you’re determined.

He takes your hand and follows you around the bed, and then you’re pushing on his chest until he’s sitting. “Against the headboard, cowboy.”

He looks up at you, “Yes ma’am.” And moves backwards until his back hits the wood frame. You swing a leg over his lap, hovering on your knees over him. You press a soft kiss to his cheeks, and then put both hands on his shoulders.

You both moan as you sink down fully onto his cock, sitting completely on his lap. The angle this position provides has you throwing your head back before you’ve even started moving.

Your hips move similarly to how they moved on the bull, grinding down in a steady rhythm. “Shit Jake. You feel so good.” You whine, picking up your pace.

“Look at you. Fuck. Look at your tits.” He grunts, kneading one of them with his palm, and then moving both hands to grip your hips. You can feel him thrust in time with your bouncing, and your breathing picks up pace as you start to feel yourself come undone.

“I’m close.” You mutter, closing your eyes and throwing your head back again. He takes one hand off your hips and brushes your hair messily out of your face. “Come for me, baby. I want to watch you.”

You look back down at him, “Oh my god.” You run a hand through the side of his hair, then lean down to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as he continues to thrust. “Come on, darlin’.”

His words are enough to push you over the edge, and you moan loudly into his mouth as you come. His hips stutter seconds after you.

You lay breathless on top of him, arms wrapped around his neck as your chests heave together. “Holy shit.” You say finally, leaning back to look at him. His expression mirrors your own. “Holy shit.” He agrees. You let out a breathy laugh, attempting to sit up on your knees and get off of him.

You can immediately tell that it’s not going to happen. “I think I’m gonna need some help.” He laughs, and presses a kiss to your shoulder, then he flips you onto your back.

The loss of him makes you pout slightly. “I’ll be right back.”

He walks across the room and opens another door in the room to what had to be the bathroom, and you can hear the faucet turn on. He comes back a few moments later with a warm cloth.

You lay limp as he cleans you up. “Well you’re just useless aren’t you?” He teases. You shrug from where you were still laying on his bed. “I can’t help it. The ride was too good.”

He laughs, “All fucked out, huh?” You wink, “For now.”

You hold your arms out to him and he gets back into bed with you, pulling the blankets out from under you and then over your bodies, and then wrapping his arms safely around you.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you…” He turns his head to kiss you. “-for your number.” You can’t help the laugh that comes out of your throat, and you all but slap your hand over your mouth. “Sorry.”

He grins, nuzzling his head into your neck. “Yes. I’ll give you my number before I leave.” His arms tighten around you, and you rest your cheek on his head. “Tomorrow morning, right?”

You smile to yourself, “Right.” You confirm. “I have a question for you too.”

“Hit me.” He sits up, leaning against his bedframe and putting an arm behind his head while keep the other loosely around your shoulders. You readjust, laying on his chest.

“What pushed you over the edge?” He stays silent. You grin. “It was the bull riding, wasn’t it?

“Yeah.” He sighs. “It was the bull riding.”

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