Prompt: John tries to hide the fact that he got hurt on a mission—but things don’t go quite as planned when you find out. Or do they?
The room was quiet, the way it always was after a fight—not the kind of fight that ended with shouting or slammed doors, but the slow, aching kind. The kind where silence said more than words ever could.
Y/N lay on their bed, sprawled like a siren in his favorite black silk nightdress, pretending to read a book. Her legs were long and bare in the amber light of the bedside lamp, her expression set in that unreadable calm she wore when she was absolutely livid.
Walker stood in the doorway, watching her like a man already halfway into enemy territory.
He’d just come out of the shower, hair damp, sweat from the night’s job washed off—but not the guilt. That still clung to him like smoke.
She had seen it when he’d peeled his shirt off, finally. The angry red scar slicing across his side. A knife, deep enough to have needed stitches. She hadn’t said anything right away. Just stared before turning and leaving the room.
That was definitely scarier than her yelling.
It had been an hour. She hadn’t moved except to turn the pages of that book she wasn’t actually reading. She just lay there, silent, taunting him with her body and her indifference like it wasn’t a weapon.
Walker stepped in, shutting the bathroom door softly behind him. She didn’t look up.
“You’re not even reading that,” he said quietly.
“Yes I am.” Her voice was flat, clipped. The verbal equivalent of slamming a door in his face.
He crossed the room slowly, crawling onto the bed like a man approaching dangerous territory. Because he was. But she didn’t stop him—she just kept her eyes on the page, like he wasn’t already sliding between her legs.
“You’re mad,” he said against her knee, kissing just above it.
“No, Walker,” she replied, flipping a page she hadn’t read. “I’m furious.”
Another kiss, higher this time, on the inside of her thigh. She sucked in a breath but didn’t pull away.
“You got stabbed and didn’t tell me.”
“I got a cut,” he corrected, fingers pushing up the edge of her nightdress. “There is a big difference.”
She finally looked at him, the book dropping onto her chest. “Are you being serious right now? You think because you downplay it that it makes it better?”
He kissed her hip, then the soft skin above it, fingers grazing up her sides. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react exactly like this, and it was nothing.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“It was already healing—”
“How long?” she cut in, dropping the book beside her with a soft thud and finally looking down at him, fury and something else simmering behind her eyes.
He paused, caught in that moment between truth and deflection, his finger brushing lazily over her nipple through the thin silk. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t gasp. Just kept her gaze locked on his like she wasn’t unraveling beneath him.
“How long what?” he asked, pretending not to notice the way her chest rose just a little quicker beneath his hand.
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t play dumb. How long have you been hiding it from me?”
Walker didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slid down, palm dragging across the dip of her stomach, fingers curling under the hem of her nightdress like he had all the time in the world.
She did a damn good job of pretending not to be turned on—legs stretched out, lips pursed in that tight, unimpressed line, not a flicker of emotion on her face. But he knew her better than that. Knew every tell, every shift in her breathing, every way her body betrayed her long before her mouth ever did.
If he touched her now—really touched her—he knew what he’d find.
Wet. Warm. Waiting.
Still, she played it cool. That stubborn, glorious pride in full swing.
“Three days,” he said at last.
She blinked. “You’re kidding.”
But he wasn’t. And when his fingers slipped between her thighs, finding heat and slickness like he knew he would, her jaw dropped in spite of herself.
“You absolute—”
She choked on a gasp as he pushed two fingers inside her with maddening confidence, a slow grin stretching across his face.
“Three days?” she bit out, hands fisting the sheets beside her. “You came home bleeding and just didn’t say a word?”
“I said ‘hi,’” he teased, voice low against her neck as he kissed his way down it, lips brushing her pulse, slow and deliberate. “Pretty sure that counts.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t murder you in your sleep.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he smirked, pumping his fingers slow and deep. “You’d miss me too much.”
“You overestimate your importance.”
“And yet your legs are wide open right now.”
She squirmed underneath him, hips giving away what her mouth wouldn’t. Her head stayed pinned to the pillow, expression set—like this wasn’t lighting her nerves on fire.
“Nothing? Not a peep?” he murmured against her skin. “That’s fine. I’ve got time.”
Walker came in with the killshot, thumb rubbing slow, excruciating circles over her clit. Her fingers dug into his shoulders then, nails pressing crescents into his skin.
“Fuck—You’re infuriating.”
“And you’re soaked.” He pulled back just enough to meet her glare, his smile maddeningly smug. “For someone who's furious with me, you're sure making it hard to believe.”
“You think this means I forgive you?”
“I think your body’s saying a hell of a lot more than your mouth is,” he said, curling his fingers just right, making her back arch against her will.
She hissed in frustration. “I should dump you. Find someone boring and safe. Who reports paper cuts.”
“Oh, please.” He chuckled against her chest. “You’d eat them alive.”
“They wouldn’t be as brazen as you.”
“They also wouldn’t make you come like I do.”
She opened her mouth, maybe to argue—maybe to say something sharp and clever—but then his mouth closed around her nipple through the silk and her breath hitched instead.
“You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered, voice low and wrecked now.
“I really am,” he said, the nightdress pushed up so he could kiss her stomach. “Because if I didn’t have that going for me, I think you’d actually kill me.”
“You have no idea.”
But her tone had softened, even if her body still hummed with tension. He could feel it—anger knotted up with desire, a coil inside her just waiting to snap. She wanted to stay mad. She was mad. But she wanted him more.
“It just scares me,” she said after a moment, voice quiet now, brushing the edge of a confession.
Walker looked up at her, the teasing falling away, just for a second.
“I know,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry.”
He crawled back up and kissed her then—slow, honest, nothing cocky about it. Just the truth, pressed to her lips.
Her fingers slid into his hair again, not pulling now. Fingers brushing through the blonde strands as he moved back down to her stomach.
“Next time, you tell me.”
“I will.”
“Promise.”
“I swear.” His voice was rough. Real.
She rolled her eyes—barely—then let out a low gasp as his tongue replaced his thumb, warm and slow against her clit. Her hand flew to his hair again, gripping tight this time, like she couldn’t decide whether to push him away or drag him closer.
“Oh God—John.”
Walker groaned low in his throat like he was savoring her, like the taste of her was the only absolution he needed. And maybe it was. He worked her with a patience that bordered on sinful, tongue moving in slow, teasing strokes, then faster—his fingers sliding back inside her, curling just right, drawing little sounds from her throat she tried so hard to hold in.
“T—this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” she gasped, her hips lifting off the bed.
“Didn’t say I was,” he murmured against her, not letting up for a second.
“You’re just—trying to distract me—”
“Is it working?”
“Shut up and—oh fuck—”
Her head snapped back against the pillow, thighs trembling around his shoulders as he doubled down. Her hands fisted the sheets now, jaw slack, her breath turning ragged and fast. Her control shattered in pieces—glorious, breathless pieces—as he pushed her right to the edge and held her there.
“Come for me,” he whispered against her, voice rough. “Come on, baby. Let me have it.”
She broke for him in a rush, pleasure crashing through her like a wave, blinding and hot and perfect. Her body arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she clenched around his fingers, pulsing through every slow stroke of his tongue until she was trembling beneath him.
Walker didn’t move until the last of it had passed, until she sagged into the mattress, boneless and breathing hard.
Only then did he kiss the inside of her thigh, a soft press of lips like a seal on a promise. He crawled up her body slowly, curling beside her, brushing her sweat-damp hair off her cheek.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, his cocky grin gone for now—just him.
She blinked at him, chest still rising fast, lips parted like she wanted to say something.
Then she shoved him lightly with the back of her hand. “You’re an idiot.”
He grinned. “Yeah. But I’m the idiot who just made you forget your own name.”
Summary: Y/N goes to visit Auggie during Thanksgiving break because he and Stella have been fighting pretty badly. Her hope is that if she helps him reconcile with his sister, he could have a reason to show Y/N just how thankful he is... but when Y/N arrives at Walker Ranch on Thanksgiving she doesn’t wind up kissing the Walker she had hoped to be kissing, and it turns out nobody is allowed to spend Thanksgiving at the Walker’s without leaving absolutely stuffed.
Pairing: Cordell x Reader x Trey
Rating: 18+
Tags: Crush on August, August’s Girl Troubles, Coitus Interruptus, Taboo Pairing, Inappropriate Relationship, Best Friend’s Dad, Threesome, Manipulation, Age Difference, Sex Tape, Light Blackmail, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Loss of Virginity, Choking, Slapping, Hair Pulling, Rough sex, Implied Double Penetration
Word Count: 3,963
Bingo Squares:@anyfandomgoesbingo - Voyeurism | @j3bingo - Falling Out of Love
A/N: Written as a birthday request for one of my wonderful subscribers! If you'd like a birthday fic too, check out my website for more info on how to subscribe 😊
Y/N might have been in the same grade as Stella, but August was the Walker that she’d grown the closest to since the pair transferred to Sacred Hearts High School. August and she had gotten to be good friends thanks to the music electives they shared and the after-school jazz club, but secretly she’d always hoped that one day they might be more. The trouble was that August was still going to Sacred Hearts while she went off to a local college, so Y/N wasn’t seeing the boy nearly as often as she used to. She’d been at his party at the Side Step and they’d had a nice catch-up over an awful-tasting beer, but then he’d had to play host and try to stop things from getting too rowdy. He hadn’t been very successful and Y/N had had the good sense to abandon ship before things got too crazy and the cops showed up.
The party hadn’t been the reunion she had been hoping it would be, which is why she came up with this plan instead.
Straightening her hair one more time, Y/N knocked on the door to Walker Ranch, the cobbler she had brought with her clutched nervously in her other hand. She was momentarily confused when it wasn’t actually any of the Walker family who came to answer the door.
“Coach Barnett?” Y/N asked in surprise when her old school counselor and soccer coach swung the door open, its harvest wreath banging against the wood with the force of his pull.
“Y/N, hey,” he greeted, also a little confused from the expression on his face as he glanced between her and the tin-foiled casserole dish she held. “C’mon in,” he beckoned her inside and stepped back so she could enter, closing the door behind her. “I didn’t realize the kids had invited anybody for dinner. Stella’s still grounded,” he added with a grimace.
“Oh, uh, they don’t know I’m here,” Y/N shuffled awkwardly in place. “I kind of wanted to surprise August.” She could feel herself flushing under Coach Barnett’s gaze as a knowing smile spread across his full lips.
“Oookay, I see how it is,” he smirked. “Well, I’m sure you’ll be more than welcome. It’s always the more the merrier at the Walkers’,” he laughed, reaching out and taking the cobbler from her. “Come on through to the kitchen and we’ll see where Auggie’s hiding himself.”
“Thanks, Coach,” Y/N smiled nervously as she followed him further inside the impeccably decorated house.
“I’m not a coach anymore kiddo, you can call me Trey,” he smiled over his shoulder and Y/N nodded. “Hey, we’ve got a new addition!” Trey announced as they reached the kitchen, and Y/N saw August and Stella’s dad turn around from his position in front of the stove, and their grandmother looked up from where she was chopping potatoes on the island counter.
“Oh, hey there,” Mr. Walker smiled brightly. “You’re uh, Y/N, right? Auggie’s friend from band last year?”
“Yeah, that’s me,” Y/N took the hand Mr. Walker offered her and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Walker.”
“Psh, It’s Cordell,” he waved away the title. “My daddy is still Mr. Walker around here. And this is Auggie’s Mawline, she’s Mrs. Walker,” Cordell gestured to his mother and she gave Y/N a cheery wave.
“I brought a peach cobbler,” Y/N pointed to the dish that Trey had set down on the counter. “I’m sorry for showing up unannounced, I sort of wanted to surprise Auggie, if that’s okay.” She looked down at the hem of her sleeve and picked at the loose thread there in a bit of embarrassment as all the adults in the room shared knowing smiles with each other over her head.
“That’s very sweet of you,” Mawline said graciously. “Peach is Auggie’s favorite.”
“The kids are out in the farmhouse, if you wanted to go hang out with them until dinner is ready,” Cordell spoke up, pointing in the direction of the second house on the property. “I would tread lightly though,” he cringed, “Stels and August aren’t on the best terms right now.”
“Yeah, I know,” Y/N nodded. “That’s why I wanted to come talk to him, I’m hoping I might be able to help them sort things out,” she shrugged again, hugging her arms around her middle.
“Well that would certainly be a Thanksgiving miracle,” Trey laughed brightly.
“You go on out there, and someone will come down and get you guys when the food is ready,” Cordell smiled, giving Y/N a bracing pat on the shoulder before returning to the stove, which had several pots that were on the verge of bubbling over.
“Thanks,” Y/N nodded to everyone as she exited the kitchen and made her way across the yard.
“August?” Y/N called out. She had knocked a few times and no one had answered but the door was unlocked so she let herself in. Once again, there was no answer, but she could faintly hear some music coming from upstairs, so she followed the sound.
“Stella? August?” she tried asking again when she reached the upstairs hall. She passed an open door and saw what must be Stella’s room, worryingly empty considering Trey had said that she was grounded. There was movement and shuffling sounds coming from slightly further down, so Y/N kept walking, but before she made it to the next door it swung open and a flustered looking August stuck his head into the hall around the edge of his door.
“Y/N!?” He straightened up in surprise and stepped further into the hall, awkwardly stepping forward and accepting the hug she offered in greeting. “Wh-what uh, what’re you doing here?”
“I felt like we didn’t really get to talk very much the other night, so I thought I’d come surprise you for Thanksgiving,” Y/N shrugged hopefully, immediately regretting her plan. This was stupid. What made her think August would want her to stop by for the holidays.
“Oh, uh, sure,” August stuttered, glancing nervously over his shoulder towards his bedroom door, which he had carefully pulled shut behind himself when he’d stepped into the hallway. “Um, thing is, Y/N, I-,” he glanced behind him towards his bedroom again, looking guilty, and it dawned on Y/N why he was acting so fidgety.
“Oh my god, you have someone over,” Y/N gasped in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks flame up in humiliation and hurt. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” She turned on her heel and started back down the hallway.
“Y/N, wait!” August called after her, but she was already running down the stairs and out the front door, trying–unsuccessfuly–to fight back the tears in threatening to spill from her eyes.
Y/N raced back across the yard, towards the Ranch house, intent on skirting around the edge and making a beeline for her car. She would sacrifice her mother’s casserole dish as another casualty of this whole failed enterprise. She made it as far as the back porch unimpeded before someone shouting her name caught her attention and she turned on instinct.
“Y/N? Y/N!” Cordell called after her as she tried to keep running past him, but the obscenely long-legged man caught up with her in barely three strides, catching her by the shoulder and holding her back. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, crouching down to her level and trying to make her look at him.
“It’s stupid, I’m so stupid,” Y/N shook her head, trying to pull out of Cordell’s grasp, but he wasn’t planning on letting her go and after a moment she found herself collapsing into the man’s broad chest, being rocked in a big hug.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re not stupid, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Cordell murmured, letting her cry against him and petting her hair soothingly as she buried her hands in the thick flannel he was wearing. “What’s going on? Maybe I can help,” he asked gently, pulling away slightly to look down at her, but Y/N shook her head dejectedly.
“I’m sorry, my problems aren’t your problems, and I don’t want to get anyone in trouble,” Y/N sniffled and wriggled out of Cordell’s arms, but he wrapped his big hands around her shoulders and locked her in place.
“Woah, there, now you’ve got me curious. Who’s gettin’ in trouble darlin’?” Y/N looked guiltily over her shoulder towards the farmhouse. “What are they doing in there?” Cordell sighed wearily, the weight of a father settling firmly on his shoulders.
“Well, uh, Auggie, he had, umm, company,” Y/N cringed as she ratted out her friend. She didn’t mention that Stella had been nowhere in sight, she didn’t want them both getting in trouble.
“Oh,” Cordell blinked, his face scrunching up in sympathy. “Oh, darlin’, I’m sorry,” he ducked back down to her level and squeezed her shoulders in an effort to be comforting.
“It’s okay,” Y/N shrugged, even though it didn’t feel okay. “Like I said, I’m just being stupid.”
“That’s not what I’d call it,” Cordell smiled gently. “From the sounds of it, my son is the one who’s being stupid here. You’re a beautiful girl, Y/N. If he’s missing out on that, that’s his problem, not yours.”
“Thanks,” Y/N tried to smile weakly, feeling a little dazzled by August’s incredibly handsome father calling her beautiful, but she knew he was just trying to be nice. “I’ll get going now, I don’t think staying for dinner is a good idea anymore,” she tried to make her exit as Cordell straightened up, but he spun her around and marched her back towards the Ranch house.
“Nonsense,” he shook his head. “Come inside and hang out for a bit. Mawline went out with Mr. Walker to bring some food to a friend of theirs across town. Me and Trey could use the supervision to make sure we don’t burn down the kitchen.”
Y/N had no idea why Cordell would want her to stick around but she let herself be led back inside all the same. She was even more confused when Trey and Cordell shared a look over her head as she slid into a chair by the island counter, and Trey then went to the fridge and got out a fresh bottle of beer, knocking the cap off of it on the edge of the countertop and then passing it over to her. She looked between the men with suspicion. They were both Texas Rangers, were they trying to trick her into breaking the law or something?
“It’s fine, Y/N, really,” Cordell chuckled deeply, the warmth of his smile setting a small blaze alight in the base of her stomach. “I know what kids get up to in college, hell in high school,” he scoffed and shared a knowing look with Trey who nodded seriously. “Trouble in love calls for a beer and some distraction, that’s all.”
Hesitantly, Y/N took a sip of her drink, maintaining eye contact with Cordell the whole time, and he nodded encouragingly at her when she swallowed.
“Good girl,” he praised, reaching out and patting the side of her head lightly, carding his fingers through her hair a bit under the pretense of tucking it behind her ear. Y/N couldn’t help the shiver that ran through her as the man’s fingers skimmed down the column of her throat while he walked by, heading back to the stove to inspect the pots still cooking there.
“So, trouble in love?” Trey asked, his full lips pouting in sympathy, and Y/N nodded in dejection.
“You know darlin’,” Cordell spoke up, turning off the burners on the stove and covering up all the pots. “My son’s an idiot.” Trey snickered into his own beer and Y/N looked at Cordell in astonishment. “I’m serious,” he continued, coming back to Y/N’s side and putting a hand on her shoulder. “He’s got a beautiful older girl like you interested in him and he’s not trying to sneak you into his room right now? He’s an idiot,” Cordell repeated earnestly, and Y/N flushed heavily, feeling her breathing ratchet up as a foreign tension began to thicken the air in the kitchen.
“If you want my opinion,” Trey cut in, coming around to Y/N’s other side and leaning casually against the countertop on his elbow, bringing his face closer to hers. “You shouldn’t be wasting your time with high school boys who don’t have a clue what they’re doing. You deserve a man who can treat you right.”
Y/N felt like she was about to choke on her own tongue. She looked between Trey and Cordell in astonishment, eyes flitting back and forth and waiting for one of them to break into laughter and tell her they were teasing her. Cordell’s hand dropped from her shoulder to the base of her spine, pressing hot into the dip of her back.
“There’s so much more we could show you, darlin’,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice deep and gravelly in a way she had never heard from anyone before. “Things Auggie’s never even dreamt of,” he smirked, leaning down and brushing his lips over the shell of her ear, making her shiver.
“N-no, we can’t,” Y/N whimpered as Cordell pressed a soft kiss against the side of her neck, sweeping her hair aside. “Auggie and Stella would be mortified, they’d never forgive me. It’s– you’re old enough to be my father, it’s wrong–” her rambling was cut off as Y/N gasped when the man’s tongue slipped against her skin on his next slow kiss. This was all so wrong but something about that made it even more tempting. God, she’d never be able to set foot in church with her family ever again.
“Trey’s not quite old enough to be your dad, would you rather it be him?” Cordell asked wryly, turning her face towards the other man who didn’t wait for an answer before leaning down and teasing his lips over her, the smallest bit of distance between them. “And forget about Auggie, he’ll get over it. I want you to think of yourself for once,” he kept whispering in her ear while Trey simply hovered in front of her, waiting for the okay to close the barely existent gap.
“We wanna show you what it’s like to fuck a real man,” Trey rasped, his lips skimming against hers as he spoke, his tongue brushing ever so gently against the pout of her bottom lip, and Y/N was lost. She leaned into Trey’s kiss and let his mouth envelop hers. A hand at the back of her head pushed her more urgently against him, and she felt Trey’s arms wrap around her waist as he groaned and opened her lips with his tongue. Y/N had never felt so overwhelmed or so turned on in her life as when she heard Auggie’s dad growl ‘good girl’ against her ear.
The first time Cordell slapped her Y/N reeled back in shock, not quite comprehending what had happened.
“What do you think you’re doing, you little slut?” the Ranger grunted, slapping her other cheek and pulling her by the hair back towards his cock. He slapped her again when she didn’t immediately open her mouth to take him in again, and when she gasped from the sting of his blow Cordell slipped himself back into the warmth of her mouth eagerly. “I didn’t tell you to stop sucking, c’mon darlin’,” he spat angrily, burying his hands in her hair and holding her face smashed into the skin of his hips, choking as his dick forced itself down her throat. The burn of being unable to breathe was terrifying but somehow exhilarating at the same time, and Y/N found herself moaning from the feelings of arousal that were surging between her legs.
Trey laughed from somewhere off to the side, and Y/N knew he was still pointing his phone camera at her, recording their every move. It was an insurance policy, they said. No one could accuse anybody of anything if there was video evidence that everyone was a consenting adult. No one could blab to anybody, because the video would incriminate all of them–not that they were doing anything technically illegal, but it was certainly immoral, and taboo as hell.
“Look at the little whore, she loves it,” Trey called from his spot behind the camera. “Auggie never would have been able to give you this, would he, baby girl?”
Y/N moaned again in answer, not doubting for a second that August never would have been this rough with her. She never would have thought to ask.
“Told ya we’d teach you about things he’s never even dreamed,” Cordell groaned, now flexing his hips to fuck her throat steadily as he held her in place, his grip on her hair making it impossible to move. “Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees for me, Y/N. Like you were made to take my cock like this.”
“I bet there’s some other parts of her made for cock, too,” Trey piped up and Cordell threw his head back in laughter, groaning as he pulled out and let Y/N get a proper breath in. She doubled over on her hands and knees, coughing and gasping around the air that was rushing into her deprived lungs. The renewed oxygen racing around her blood stream was making her feel high, and it felt fucking incredible.
“Yeah, I get the hint,” Cordell chuckled deeply, motioning for Trey to hand over the phone to him. “Get her up on the bed and show her what those holes are for.”
Y/N felt herself being lifted into the air as Trey picked up on and tossed her onto the bed carelessly, crawling after her onto the mattress. He positioned himself at the head of the bed, lying back against the pillows and headboard, legs spread obscenely to show off his body. His cock was thick, hard, and standing to attention, dark and glistening. His balls looked full and heavy as he slid a palm beneath himself and gave them a squeeze, arranging himself comfortably before he grabbed onto the base of his cock and stood it up straight. Y/N could feel her pussy clenching wantonly in anticipation of having that inside of her.
“Well, what’re you waiting for, hop on cowgirl,” Trey grinned, stroking himself lazily and beckoning Y/N forward. “Walker, get up here, I want a close up of me taking this baby slut’s virginity. Gonna make her squirt on my dick.”
“Oh fuck,” Y/N whined, their objectifying talk making her weak with pleasure. Sitting up on her knee and straddling Trey’s lap, she let him guide the tip of his cock through her folds, slicking up the tip before he began to push himself inside. “Oh god, oh my god,” she gasped. This felt so much better than she’d ever imagined. It was nothing like her own bony fingers; Trey was thick and hot and somehow simultaneously hard and soft at the same time. She could feel the give and resistance of his flesh inside of her, carving her apart to fit around him like a mold.
“Holy shit I’m gonna jerk off to this video so much,” Cordell moaned from behind them, and Y/N whimpered in embarrassment at the idea that she was losing her virginity in a threesome on tape. August and Stella’s dad had had his cock down her throat hardly a minute ago, and now he was watching her sit on his fellow Ranger’s cock and filming it for his own personal spank bank. From the sounds of his breathy groans he was really enjoying the view. If it looked as good as she felt, Y/N wasn’t surprised.
“Oh, you did so good, baby girl,” Trey brushed his hands down her hair as Y/N collapsed forward against his chest, finally seated all the way in the Ranger’s lap, their hips grinding together instinctually as she rocked against him and tried to recover her breath. “Taking me so good all on your first try, knew you were made to be a little slut,” he growled, his hips bucking up against her slightly.
Without warning, a hand was wrapping around Y/N’s throat and she gasped heavily, sitting up fast and making Trey groan as she fucked herself back onto his cock inadvertently. Cordell’s fingers were long enough to wrap around to each side of her neck easily, and he was squeezing against her veins tightly, beginning to cut off the blood supply.
“Fuck him,” Cordell demanded, smacking her on the ass to sput her into moving. “C’mon darlin’, you came over to get some dick today, we're giving it to you. But you still gotta work for it.” He tightened his grip in tiny pulses, letting the air and blood make it to Y/N’s brain in small bursts as she began to bounce on Trey’s cock. The younger man’s hands crept around her body and dug bruisingly deep into the flesh of her ass, holding her apart so Cordell could watch her pussy swallowing Trey’s cock. Idly, Y/N wondered what he’d done with the phone, because one of Cordell’s hands stayed locked around her throat while the other one slid down her stomach to her clit to toy with it idly while she fucked herself.
“You gonna cum for me, baby girl?” Trey grunted, beginning to fuck into Y/N’s thrusts when her pace started to falter. “Can feel you twitching around me. You wanna cum on my cock? Gon’ squirt real good for me and Cordi? Fuck, choke her harder man, she clenches up so tight when she can’t breathe. Fuck yeah, that’s it, shit. So good, darlin’. C’mon now. Cream yourself for us, show us what a good fucking whore you can be, yeah? Yeah, there you go sweetheart!” Trey grunted triumphantly, thrusting up harshly, the sound of wet slapping echoing lewdly amongst the three of them. “Fuck you feel so good cumming on me like that. You gotta feel it, Cordi.”
Y/N collapsed to her side onto the mattress as she regained some of her sanity. It felt like she had blacked out a little when she came, and her body was still shaking as she lay, spent and used on the covers. Trying to focus her gaze, she saw Trey and Cordell looking at her hungrily, both stroking their cocks while Trey pointed his phone towards her, scanning up and down her body to take in just how ruined she was. Y/N bet it made quite the sight.
“You– you didn’t finish,” Y/N mumbled breathlessly, looking at Trey’s still very much erect cock.
“Oh, darlin’,” Cordell laughed darkly, reaching down and pulling her up towards him. “We’re not boys, and we’re nowhere near done with you yet.” He brought her face to his and kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth and apparently trying to suck all the air straight out of her lungs. They both gasped brokenly when he finally let her go, his chest and shoulders heaving as he held her against him, looking down at her with hunger. “And we’re not gonna be finished until we’re both inside that cunt and filling you up with all that cum you’re desperate for. No one is allowed to leave the Walkers on Thanksgiving without being stuffed full.”
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Summary: Just some Smutty Smut Buuuuut I wanted to do something fun & different. For some reason I thought it was weird to me that Walker seemed so pissed about his parents putting his daughter in catholic school and of course my mind went to find a strange way to make that sexual.Soooooo yeah here’s my first Walker fic. My little black body isn’t a huge fan of glorifying lawenforcement (like we see oftenly in the show) so idk how many more Walker fics we’ll get but, I had to do this one for my Jared girls!
Word Count :2,714
Pairing:Walker x Emily/you( Idk I wrote it weird)
“Is that all of it?” He asked, mock huffing as he set down the container of things at the top of your pyramid of boxes.
“You better not knock over my stuff.” you shout over your shoulder. As you reach out to resume setting up your bookcase, you hear a shuffle and crash. The box’s contents cover the floor,and instead of scolding him for what you knew he would do ,you turn back to the shelf, right after shooting him a look to let him know he would absolutely be held responsible for removing the mess.
“I’m sorry babe that’s my fault.” He chuckled, getting onto his knees to begin the process of cleaning up. You just roll your eyes and return to your shelf.
“ Woah ,woah! What is this ? Why haven’t I seen you in this!?!” He exclaims whirling you around and practically smacking you in the face with the skirt from your old high school uniform.
“Because you didn’t go to Our Lady of Peace”t
You retort smartly,smacking the skirt away from your nose.
“See that’s not fair!” He says ,grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in. Cordell Walker wasn’t always the ridiculously goofy & sentimental type. In fact, he was working his way into being one of the best law enforcement officers this area had ever seen. But, as he held the skirt up to your waist, his strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip as he kissed directly below your ear before whispering “please”.
As stupid as it was a small part of you did want to know if you could still fit into the uniform. And an even larger part of you couldn’t wait to use it as your secret weapon later, to get out of doing laundry or some other menial household chore. Moving in together was a big step.It was thrilling and exciting but, so far it hasn’t been without its challenges. You noted this part particularly as you looked down at your pile of items discarded from the box; dusting the edge of your peripheral vision.
“Em. There’s no way that’s possible.” he calls out shooting you a toothy grin. You allow the door to slam behind you ,cutting him off from sharing whatever fantasies he had worked up with the slam of the door between you. Surprisingly, the skirt slipped on with unimaginable ease, and the rest of your time was spent judging yourself in the mirror. The skirt barely covered your butt, you were aware. And the whore in you absolutely couldn’t wait to rush out and show him. Cordell was a calm Texas boy, a sweet and simple lover, truth be told you had wondered often about how to pull out his dark side and this skirt may be just the thing to do it. You had seen him slam suspects against a wall and tackle down perps. But, that was emotion reserved specifically for when he was angry, and never directed towards you. It wasn’t that you wanted him to be upset with you. But, you had been together long enough to understand sweet Walker and something in you desperately wanted to know what was beneath that.
You took off your t-shirt and threw it in the hamper, allowing the black lace of your bra to show itself fully in connection with the red and black plaid of the skirt.
“You’re done for Walker.” You laugh as you open the door to see him standing in the hallway, he had been waiting for you, practically on his tip-toes jumping for excitement.
“ Oh my gawd.” The Texas twang in his voice was unmistakable. You smile up at him, stepping into the hall when you are met by a large, veiny hand on the skin of your bare stomach. “No.” He says slowly pushing you back into the bedroom. “ I can’t let you go anywhere like that.” You watch the expression on his face, as his eyes turn hungry and his grip changes from pushing you to his fingers lightly digging into your skin.
“Get on the bed.” He commands. You do as you’re told, looking up at him innocently while sitting on the side of the bed.He sits next to you and begins running a hand up your thigh.
“You know you’re ridiculously hot in this outfit right?” You just look at him,pretending to be entirely unaware of what the outfit was doing to him.
“Tell me something.” he says, rubbing the expanse of your leg again. “What’s the sluttiest thing you did in this outfit?” Your eyes shot up to meet his, and then immediately looked away.
“Unh uhhh.” he warned, moving his hand up from your thigh to meet your warmth. You gasp lightly at his touch, and your response causes a dark smirk to play at the corner of his lips.
You can feel him push pressure onto your clit and allow yourself to close your eyes.
“Don’t tell me you never let anyone bend you over a desk and tell you how good it feels to be inside you catholic girl?” he joked. You let out a light moan as he pushed two fingers inside.
“Your darkest highschool secret.Come on, tell me.” You can feel his breath hitch as you lightly move your hips, changing your position on his fingers.
“I-I wanted my history teacher.” you breathe. You had no idea why you revealed that.
“Good girl….tell me more.”
“I’d pull my skirt up so he could see, then I’d bend over and pick up books, or lean all the way over a desk to help a classmate, anything I could do to get his attention.” Once you started talking you couldn’t stop.You wanted to tell him every filthy thing you had ever done or even thought of.
“Mmmm he made you wet didn’t he baby?” you shut your eyes even tighter not wanting to see his face, for fear of his reaction. A highschool teacher as a student’s first real crush isn’t out of the ordinary but he had a way of bringing out your dirtiest thoughts.
“Yes.” you allowed out in a shaky breath. He pumped his hands faster into you.
“But you’ve done dirtier things than that right babygirl?” he asks. Fuck .Why did he have to call you baby girl? He knew that was a weakness, and clearly he didn’t intend on taking it easy on you anytime soon.
“In class” you whisper “I stayed after to finish a test once.” your breathing is becoming ragged, he has to know you don’t have much longer before his hand sends you over the edge.
“And what happened?” he asks gently near your ear, the smoothness of his voice now, contrasting with the force he is using to fuck his hands into you.
“I knew he liked me, he couldn’t say it but, he did.”
“So you teased him.” he pushes his fingers into you, sending you over the edge. Your head drops back between your shoulder blades and you open your eyes, to look at him as you moan your way through your orgasm. Looking up at him as innocently as possible.He gets up from the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. You somehow manage to recover, as he moves toward you, setting you up father onto the mattress. He places the pad of his thumb at the top of your bottom lip, running it over the puffy, pink skin of your pout.
“You’re such a beautiful little fuck doll.”he moans , pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you suck on it, submissively. You hear him undoing his pants with his other hand, and soon he’s on top of you, covering your body with his. The skin-to-skin contact is deliciously fulfilling and you want to feel every inch of him over you.
“Open your legs for me princess.” he commands but,your head is swimming with adrenaline and you barely hear him.
“Don’t make me ask twice, baby.” He says, forcing your knees apart, opening you up wide for him to see. You feel the heat of him next to your opening and roll your hips, trying to get him into you but,he doesn’t allow you to satisfaction. Instead, he leans in, kissing you deeply, exploring your mouth. You watch as he pulls back,your lips graze his adam’s apple slowly kissing down his lightly stubbled neck. Suddenly, you feel his lips close to your ear and he begins questioning you again.
“I like that you’re a good girl.”he says calmly “ But,I know your mind is dirty…...tell me what you really did.”he commands.
“I - I -” he cuts you off from even being able to answer by pushing himself into you, filling you up and causing an involuntary moan to escape your lips. He smiled down at you but,didn’t move his hips. He allows you time to adjust to him, when your breathing steadies, you try to talk again.
“My friend had told me that her boyfriend had fingered her at the movies,I wasn’t really interested in the story but, she did say that it felt good, and I guess I was intrigued or something I don’t know.” He pushed into you slowly, and you could see the darkness in his eyes. He was revelling in the story,turned on by both your honesty and innocence.
“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t stay focused on my test.” you tried to return your mind to the story but, you were so enraptured by the pressure he was creating in your body you could barely focus.
“So I finished the test.” you continued “ and then I just I guess I started day dreaming or something.I don't know-” You trailed off, bucking your hips again, and he moves a hand down to stop you from fucking him, possibly even from making him cum. Every one of his exhales seemed to accompany a moan now and you loved how this was all affecting him. You could tell how incredibly turned on he was and it only worked to make you want to fuck him more.
“When he came back in the room, my test was finished on my desk but, my hand was down my skirt, and I was moaning out his name.” He started thrusting now, quickly moving from a light pace to a hard pumping into you. “My legs were spread wide, and I remember just cumming all over my fingers.” your voice was becoming ragged now,but you continued.
“Something about him catching me, and knowing he could see my hand in my underwear peeking out from under my skirt.”you sigh. Quickly, he pulls off out of you, rolling you over and positioning you on all fours. This was new, you had never been opposed to doggy-style but, the good-evangelical texas christian boy he was raised as did have an obvious love for the missionary position.You were jerked out of this realization by his pulling of your hair.He lowers his mouth next to your ear “finish telling me the story.”he commands.
“I don’t remember anything else.” you say trying so hard to balance enough to rub yourself into your next orgasm. He smacks his hips into you, pulling you up even further saying “Good girls don’t lie.You get fucked when you tell the truth.” he whispers. Slowing his pace in you.You feel so frustrated by him denying you your right to orgasm and you start raising your voice at him.
“I- I liked it.” you divulge “ I didn’t stop when he walked in on me. I wanted him to see, to catch me. It made me so fucking hot, because…… because he didn’t look away.” you exhale roughly. He picks up his pace again, really fucking into you.Grunting hard as he digs his nails into your hips.
“He liked it babygirl.” he moans out “He loved seeing you in that skirt as much as I do.” he moaned again as, you push your hips back to meet him and he moans again,moving one arm to push your head down,as he fucks into you more forcefully than he ever has before.
“Fuck Em-”he breathes, right before pluging himself into you. You can feel the coil snap in you,as he fills you with his cum.You become aware of how hard you had been holding onto the bed sheets and how your eyes had blissfully rolled to the back of your head, and caused your entire body to relax. It was amazing how he could do that.The two of you laid there for a few moments just panting in the silence.Eventually, he pulled himself out of you receding to the bathroom, you hear him turn on the faucet, water rushing, turning off the faucet he lightly pads his way back into the room. You had managed to roll over but not change much in appearance.He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him, interlacing the fingers on his opposite hand with yours.
“What’s on your mind Cordell Walker? “ you asked from a sleepy haze. He was quiet for a moment before answering, letting the silence sit as you drifted off further.
“ I just really like that skirt.” You can hear him
Smiling to himself. You brush a finger over his thumb to let him know you’re still awake and that he won’t get off easily, without something deeper than the skirt inspiring the incredible sexual connections you had both experienced. Your mind danced with the silence again. It was the sound of his heartbeat that brought you back to earth, to Texas, to the bed with him. He speaks quietly, his tone just above a whisper,
“ I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. I know that’s not our thing.” The uncertainty of his voice shocked you “ I just -I wanted to try-“
“ I liked it .” You say cutting him off cheerfully without opening your eyes.
“ Good.” Silence blankets the room again. “ I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush the kids' thing. I know we said we’d revisit it once we moved in together.But, if you’re not ready. I don’t see any reason to push it.”
“Well” you said rolling over, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.I just hope we don’t have a girl.”You sigh.You can feel his chuckle radiate through your body.
“Well the one thing I do know is she will not go to catholic school.” he joked.You burst into laughter. You were right, he didn’t stand a chance.
“Catholic school creates sluts,what can I say?”you smile to yourself,snuggling in.
“I didn’t say that.” He smiles. You run your hand down his forearm,feeling the strength in his arms as your fingertips trace the vanes mapped out across his limb.” It was late, and moving in,during a Texas summer had been almost unbearable.This was the moment you had finally allowed yourself to rest, and being curled up next to him you felt safe enough to drift off to sleep. Into a world where you and Cordell Walker had a daughter, that would be some world.She’d be gorgeous just like her father of course.Probably as headstrong and emotional too. You had always pictured yourself having a boy though.
No matter what the two of you eventually ended up with, it was clear he would be an amazing dad. You fell asleep smiling to yourself, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, everything would be alright. Moving in, may have been the best thing the two of you had ever done.
Summary: Cordell finds something surprising in his daughter’s laundry.
Pairing: Cordell x Daughter!Reader
Rating: 18+
Tag: Father/Daughter incest, Stockings, lingerie kink, grinding/humping, orgasm
Word Count: 1.6k
Created For: @walker-bingo - Hand Kink | @j3bingo - Dry Humping
Cordell combs through the laundry that’s heaped in a messy pile on his daughter’s bed. He’s missing one of his ranger uniform shirts and is hoping it just wound up in her basket when she washed her clothes that morning. His fingers dance through bundles of soft cotton and fresh linen, not finding what he’s looking for. Cordell’s about to make his retreat when he hits upon something that feels out of place.
When he pulls out the offending item, it’s not his shirt; no, these are very definitely a female garment.
Cordell stares at the lacy stockings, completely mortified.
“Dad! When is dinn-“ Y/N’s words falter as she passes her room and sees Cordell standing there, holding a piece of her lingerie in his hands as if the stockings are a grenade with the pin pulled.
Cordell swivels his stare from the stockings to their owner, his little girl, his daughter. Apparently not so little anymore.
“What uh,” Cordell swallows heavily, his breath weighing on his chest like an anvil, “what are these, Y/N?”
Y/N looks around for an escape, but seeing none, sighs and walks into her room, closing the door quietly behind her.
“You know what they are, Dad,” she rolls her eyes, not trying to hide it.
“Why do you have them?” Cordell asks, glad he manages to keep his tone even.
“Ummm,” Y/N is clearly much more hesitant to answer that question.
“Y/N,” he says in warning, and she crumples visibly.
“Trevor bought them for me,” she admits, not meeting Cordell’s eyes.
“Excuse me?” Cordell is shocked, affronted… jealous?
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Y/N apologises, shame and embarrassment evident on her face. “You don’t have to worry though, I’m probably just going to throw them out.”
That takes Cordell aback.
“Why?” he asks, anger forgotten for the moment.
“I, um,” Y/N squirms under his gaze, “I didn’t like how they looked on me, I felt… I don’t know, I just felt stupid. No one would want to see me like that.”
“I’m sure you looked beautiful, baby girl,” Cordell reaches out to reassure her without thinking. It’s instinct, comforting his little girl, telling her she’s beautiful and perfect in his eyes. But right now, those words mean something very different.
“You’re just saying that. You wouldn’t think so if you saw me in them,” Y/N brushes him off.
“So show me.” The words are out before he can think, and now it’s too late to take them back. Y/N is staring at him, wide-eyed, confused… innocent. She reaches for the stockings and takes them from his hands.
His baby girl is standing in front of him shyly, lace-topped stockings clipped to a suspender belt that highlights the narrowest part of her waist. Her little lace panties match the set. He wonders idly if her bra matches too, but the top half of her body is still covered by the crop top she’s been wearing all day.
Fuck.
His hands clench against his thighs as he looks at her, jaw set tight, unable to speak. Unwilling to speak, really, because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control what comes out of his mouth if he does.
Y/N walks toward him slowly, coming to a halt, so close her legs are almost touching his knees, their toes brushing against each other on the carpet. His eyes find her waist, her legs, and jump away, landing on her face, lips parted softly, eyes shining with nerves.
“Daddy?” Y/N asks quietly. Cordell reaches for one of her hands, brings it to his lips, kisses it.
“You do look beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers, scared that if he speaks too loudly, he’ll break the spell they’re both under and end this. “Fuck, so beautiful, baby girl.”
Y/N looks down in embarrassment, breaking their gaze, shifting something in their trance. Then she lets out a small gasp and looks back at Cordell, shocked and flushed, her chest heaves under the pace of her breaths. Cordell looks down and sees what she saw: there’s a very obvious bulge in his jeans, where he’s gotten hard from looking at his daughter in lingerie. He feels like he should want to be sick, but he doesn’t.
“You aren’t lying?” Y/N asks him breathlessly, apparently now convinced since she’d seen the physical evidence of Cordell’s reaction.
“No, baby girl, I’m not,” he shakes his head, moving his hand under her chin to make her look at him. He takes a breath, preparing to cross the line he knows no father ever should, as if he hasn’t already crossed it.
“Let me show you.” Cordell drags her hand down his body and presses it to his cock, hard and pulsing in its denim prison. She lets him guide her. Their fingers massage him together, lacing flesh with flesh as they rub desire further into him. Cordell gets an idea.
Standing, he keeps Y/N’s hand in his and leads her to the full-length mirror she has on the back of her door. Placing himself behind her, he makes her look at them in the mirror.
“Let me show you how beautiful you can be,” Cordell ducks down to whisper in her ear, and she shivers against him. Slowly, he traces his fingers down her body, playing with the ribbons of the suspenders that are holding the stockings up. He drags his nails over the stockings, knowing the sensation will feel heightened through the nylon and lace, and he smiles to himself when she shivers again.
Cordell brings his fingers between her legs, brushing lightly over the lace of her panties, sighing happily when he finds her damp. Holding her tightly against him with his free arm, he starts to rub at her clit gently, and Y/N groans, melting back into his hold.
“Mmh,” she moans, pushing up on her tiptoes to rub herself against his fingers. Cordell continues to draw maddeningly light circles over her bundle of nerves, teasing as much as he can.
“Look in the mirror, darlin’,” he tells her, and she opens her eyes, which had slid closed the moment his hand went between her legs. Y/N looks at the mirror, taking in the scene of her father’s body pressed against her back and his fingers playing with her panties. She whimpers when he presses his fingertips over her entrance, hips bucking into his hold and ass arching back into his groin.
Cordell knows she must feel his cock. He’s been hard since she took the stockings from him and agreed to try them on. He feels himself throb in his jeans as she continues to grind back into him, but when she meets his eyes in the mirror and lets out a small whine of “Daddy,” he almost cums then and there.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me, baby girl?” Cordell breathes heavily, thrusting himself against Y/N’s ass, so she can’t avoid feeling his cock digging into her. “You turn me on so much looking like this. You’re stunning, you know that?” He leans down and kisses the top of her head. It would be comforting if he wasn’t rubbing his fingers firmly over her soaking panties. The fatherly action feels wrong, but somehow it ratchets the tension in the room up even higher.
“I love you, Daddy,” Y/N whimpers, grinding down into his hand.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Cordell kisses her head again, holding her close. He drags the hand that’s not rubbing Y/N off up the side of her leg, plucking at the suspenders before trailing his fingers over her stomach and up under her shirt. He squeezes her breast in his hand, feeling her nipples harden up beneath the lace of her bra.
“Do you want me to take it off, Daddy?” Y/N asks nervously, still leaning on him for his approval. He smiles widely at her in the mirror.
“I’d love that.”
Y/N wiggles in his arms as she pulls her arms up into her crop top and gets it off over her head. Cordell sucks in a deep breath through his teeth at the sight of her in the full set of lingerie.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he groans, humping more deliberately against her back and bringing his fingers back to her clit, the dripping lace moving easily under his touch.
“That feels so fucking good, Daddy,” Y/N mewls, legs beginning to tremble.
“Want you to make yourself cum for me, baby. Want you to see how beautiful you look when you cum for Daddy, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whines, rocking her hips more quickly into his hand. Her eyes drift closed when she hits a good spot, and Cordell pinches her nipples to get her attention.
“Keep those eyes open, baby, told you I want you to see. Can you do that for me, Y/N?” Cordell drops another kiss to the top of her head when she nods.
“Fuck, just don’t stop, Daddy.”
“Promise baby, keep rubbing that little pussy into Daddy’s hand. You’re close, aren’t ya?”
“Yes, fuck yeah, so close.” Y/N’s thighs are clenching around his hand, humping mindlessly, chasing her climax.
“Cum f’me pretty girl, cum for Daddy,” Cordell groans, his own erection almost painful with how bad he needs to cum.
“Oh fuck!” Y/N convulses against him, freezing still and shivering through her orgasm. Her pussy is soaked as her slick starts to drip down her thighs. She’s going to have to wash the stockings again.
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Summary: Cordell is a passionate man, but he’s a dad too. It doesn’t mean he has to choose between the two.
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Cordell x Reader; Stella and August mentioned
Word Count: 2417
Tags: oral (male and female receiving; squirting; dirty talk)
@walker-bingo Square Filled: Swallowing
A/N: This works as a stand alone fic or can be read after Putting the Past to Rest and Quieting the Demons Inside as a third part. I see Cordell with the same reader in all three.
Cordell kicked the door closed behind him while his hands pulled up your skirt so he could hold your ass and squeeze it while his tongue twisted around yours, hot and clearly seeking more. You lifted one of your legs,wrapped it around his waist, and he held it there. You could feel the bulge in his jeans growing as he hardened against you.
“Damn, baby. I didn’t know you could dance like that.” The memory of your moves on the dance floor at the Tumbleweed earlier that night served to stoke the flames of the fire already burning inside him, and his kiss got even deeper.
You reached for his hand, making sure yours dragged across his growing cock as you did. Your fingers twined through his, and you pulled your lips from his. “C’mon, cowboy. I’ve got something for you.”
You led him over to the couch, and he followed you like a cross between a puppy and a bloodhound that’d caught the scent of something he needed to find. You gave him a tiny push, and Cordell sat down on the sofa just where you wanted him.
His legs were spread wide, giving you plenty of room to lower yourself between them. The denim covering his crotch was stretched to its limits, but you’d help him out with that. You pulled his zipper down in a slow tease, then reached inside to pull out his cock.
It was a thing of beauty. Cordell had a cock that men would sell their souls for. It was thick and long, standing proudly, and tempting you with the pre-come oozing from his slit. You dipped your head forward and licked his tip to get a taste.
Cordell closed his eyes and leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa. You closed your lips around him and let your mouth sink down over him. “Fuck, baby. That’s good. Your mouth is so hot and wet.”
You took him deeper in your mouth and circled your hand around the base of his cock to stroke the part that wouldn’t fit. Then he started to make those noises that drove you crazy. They were deep grunting moans that came from down in his chest.
The pre-come was flowing into your mouth now. “Do you know how good you taste, Cord? I believe I could live off you alone.”
You felt his hand go into your hair, and you hummed with pleasure. You waited for his grip to tighten; it didn’t. Instead he said, “We can’t do this. Not here.”
You let go of him with a pop as your mouth left his gorgeous cock. “Cord, what are you talking about?”
He was already doing his best to tuck himself back into his jeans. “Kids. My kids could walk in any minute.”
The blissed out look he’d had from his approaching orgasm just seconds before had been replaced by a slightly panicked expression. You took off his cowboy hat and tossed it on the couch beside him, then you straddled his lap and started to run your fingers through his hair.
“Calm down, baby. Didn’t you say Stella’s at soccer camp, and August finally got the nerve to ask out that girl he has a crush on?” You dragged your fingertip down the side of his face. “We’re alone.”
Cordell put his hands on your waist. His eyes still had that spooked look in them. “But what if the date goes bad and he comes home early? I don’t want him to find me doing...this.”
He looked up at you with those beautiful “I’ll be any damn color I want to be” eyes.
He was silently pleading with you to understand. “I want to finish this, Y/N. So bad, I do. I just can’t do it right here.”
You smiled at him. “All right then. Take me to bed, Cord, and bring the hat. I want that on you.”
He grinned back at you, grabbed his cowboy hat, and put it back on his head. “Yes, Ma’am.” Then he scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom.
When he put you down on the bed, you immediately went for the buttons on his shirt, opening them with an urgency born of being made to wait. “Now that we have all this privacy, I want to see all of you. Every muscle. Every inch of your skin.”
You stripped his shirt off him, flung it across the room, and ran your hands over the taut muscles in his shoulders. Cordell closed his eyes and sucked in his breath at the feel of your touch. “I believe we were in the middle of something, cowboy.”
You unbuckled his belt and snatched it from his belt loops with a flourish, dropping it on the floor. Your tongue made its way slowly across your top lip. “When I get a taste of you, I just want more. So. Much. More. Strip for me.”
This time when he said it, it was a whisper. “Yes, ma’am.”
Cordell started with his boots. Once his feet were bare, he slipped his jeans down over his narrow hips and down his long sculpted legs. It left him in only his boxer briefs, his hard cock straining against them.
You tilted your head and gave him a wink. “Those too.”
Cordell peeled off the last bit of clothing standing between you and what you wanted. You lightly scratched your nails over his chest. “Now lie down. I’m hungry for you, Cord. I want to taste you.”
He lay back on the bed. “Oh fuck, darlin. Please, do.”
You hovered over him, blowing on his cock until you felt his body tense. “C’mon, baby. Please.”
“Well, when you ask so nicely.” You sucked him down into your mouth until his cock hit the back of your throat. “Mmmm.” You hummed around him.
You ran your tongue up the underside of his cock, stopping when you got to that sensitive spot under the head and flicking your tongue over it. He’d grabbed a fistful of the bedcovers. “Fuck, Y/N.”
“Does my cowboy like that?” You sank your mouth over the length of him again, moving your head up and down his shaft.
Cordell reached for your head. “Y/N, I’m gonna….” His fingers tightened in your hair. “Fuck, baby. I can’t hold it. If you don’t stop….”
You didn’t stop because that was exactly what you wanted him to do, shoot his load down your throat, and you were going to swallow every drop you could milk out of him. When he came it was with a deep moan and a shout.
Cordell made a beautiful picture, lying sprawled out on the bed, chest heaving, legs still spread, and his spent cock lying soft on his thigh. Miraculously, the cowboy hat had stayed on his head through it all.
You crawled up his body, took the hat from his head, and put it on your own. “How do you feel now, cowboy?”
Cordell sat up and turned toward you so he could run his hand down your side until it came to rest on your hip. The sheer size of his hands and feeling them on you could make every nerve in your body tingle and your core start to ache.
His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, filled with lust and satisfaction. He smiled at you, making those sey dimples pop out on each side of his mouth, and in his honeyed Texas drawl said, “I don’t think we’re done here yet, little lady. I believe it’s your turn.”
He took his hat from your head and flung it away, flipped you over on your back, and eased his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he did. “You have the softest skin, baby. You’re gonna get me hard again just touching you.”
“I have no objections to that. Your cock is beautiful.” You ran your hands over your breasts and down your stomach, then back up. Adding your own touch to his was heightening your arousal. You knew he was watching you. Cordell liked to watch.
You had to look at him, needed to see that intensity in his eyes that he got when he was watching you. He watched your hands move over your body, then his eyes fixed on yours, and he said, “Well, how about this?”
Cordell lay down over you, pinning you to the bed with the weight of his body. His mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. While he continued to kiss you, his hand made its way between your legs. “Any objections?” he asked. You shook your head.
He ripped your panties from you, and the sound of the fabric tearing sent a shiver up your spine. Cordell moved down your body, opened your legs wider, and positioned himself between them. “I’m needin’ to taste your sweetness, baby. Need it bad.”
You put your hand on the back of his head. “Take it, Cord. Take anything you want.”
He went down on you like it was his personal mission and delight to make you come until you were weak. Cordell was a gifted man with his tongue, and he was using those gifts. He lapped at you, flicked your clit, and fucked you with it until you squirted all over his face.
You floated for a few seconds in the blissful feeling of being well fucked, and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet. When you felt him hovering over you, you opened your eyes. “Cord,you’re going to kill me one of these days, but I’ll die happy. Death by orgasm isn’t a bad way to go.”
He was sliding his tongue around his lips, drinking in your juices that were still visible on his face. “Just the opposite, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel alive.”
Cordell was just as good with his fingers as he was with his tongue. You squirted again with two of his fingers buried inside you and the base of his hand rubbing your clit. Your arms loosened your hold around him, but you didn’t let him go. “Oh, God. Cord, I...I’m so….”
He licked the shell of your ear. “C’mon, baby. You’ve got one more for me, don’t you?” He leaned in close to your ear. “I want to feel you come around my cock.” You moaned in response to his words and the feel of his tongue on your ear. “I’ve got one more for you.”
You put your arms back around him. “Yes. Yes. Oh my Holy God yes.”
You could feel his cock sliding against your entrance, and you could feel his smile against that tender place just beneath your ear. “You like that? You want it?” His voice had gotten so deep you thought you might come from the sound of it alone.
“Cordell Walker, you know I want it.” You rubbed your core against him to prove it.
His smile got bigger. “I know you do. I just want to hear you say it.”
Lifting your hips wasn’t working either, so you gave in. “Alright. You win. I want your big thick cock inside me. I want you to split me open with it.”
Cordell kissed you with his own perfect blend of passion and tenderness. “We’re both about to win, sweetheart.” He slowly took off your clothes, relishing seeing your body revealed before him. Then he proceeded to fulfill his promise.
The fucking that followed was legendary. If a porn movie married a romance novel, that union would have produced the kind of sex you had with Cordell. He knew your body so well, knew where to kiss you and when, knew how to angle his thrusts and adjust his rhythm to draw out your orgasm and make you scream.
The only thing better than feeling like your body was flying apart because you were coming so hard was seeing the look on Cordell’s face when he came. The feeling it gave you when you saw his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth fall open, knowing you could do that to him, was like nothing you’d ever known. And when it was over, he always held you a little closer.
It was like that now. You were lying in his arms, your head on his chest, tracing tiny little swirls and circles over his heart and his pecs with your fingertip while Cordell was combing his fingers slowly through your hair. You lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes before you kissed his shoulder and moved to get out of bed.
As much as you wanted to stay there in that bed with him all night, you knew you couldn’t, not yet. Cordell reached for your hand and grabbed it, stopping you for the time being. “I’m sorry, babe. About before. Stopping you, I mean.”
You kissed his cheek. “I understand, Cord. You’re a good dad. I admire that about you.” You looked down at his hand holding yours and rubbed your thumb over his fingers. “You don’t want your kid to catch you doing that - ever, but especially not now. The idea of you being with any woman other than his mom is going to take some time.”
You kissed his cheek again and let go of his hand. “That’s why I have to leave. His curfew’s at midnight, isn’t it? That gives me fifteen minutes to get out of here before August finds me in bed with his oh, so handsome father.
Cordell watched you getting dressed for a few seconds before he got out of bed and started putting his own clothes back on. When you were both dressed, he put his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. “Y/N, I promise you’ll be able to stay the whole night soon.”
You kissed him long and lingering on his mouth; it was goodnight. “Don’t rush it, Cord. Your kids come first. When the time’s right, we’ll take the next step,”
You picked up your tattered panties from the bed, put them in his hand, and closed his fingers around them. “Why don’t you keep these?”
He grinned a little sheepishly and bit his bottom lip. “I promise I’ll buy you some more.”
You lay your hand on his cheek. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I’ll wear them for you the next time we’re...alone together.”
Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader
Rating: 18+
Tags: smut, semi-public sex, oral sex (f rec), p in v, praise kink, smidge of dirty talk
Word Count: 4k
Created for: @walker-bingo - In Vino Veritas | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Jealousy
Part 1 Here
Cordell is a bourbon fan, as you suspected he might be, and the two of you make quick work of your first and then second pours. The more you drink the more completely engrossing he is – though it’s not like he ever needed the help. You’re pretty sure this man could sit here and explain the intricacies of the Texas penal system to you and you would still be enraptured. As it turns out, the theory behind pool shots is just as boring as legal jargon, but you’re still hanging on every word he says as he demonstrates the proper way to hold a cue stick.
“Here, c’mere you try,” he ushers you over to him but you remain perched on the thick wooden border of the table, smiling indulgently at his childlike enthusiasm.
“I’m sure you’re an excellent teacher when your students aren’t genuinely uncoordinated but I promise you, I suck at pool,” you protest, taking another sip of your drink. The liquor runs hot down your throat, stoking the embers that are lazily burning away in your chest, threatening to consume you if they burn too hot.
“I am an excellent teacher,” he grins, leaning his hip against the table and fixing you with an accusing glare. The firm set of his mouth is at odds with the teasing joy sparkling in the different tones of hazel that lace through his eyes. You feel yourself flush under his gaze and try to hide the colour behind another sip of bourbon. “So come here, and let me teach you,” he holds out the cue temptingly and your eyes lock on the way his fingers curl over themselves where he’s handing it to you. You feel yourself flush even hotter, the coals in your chest threatening to burst into flames the longer his eyes stay fixed on yours.
“Fine,” you pluck up your courage and tell yourself that if you embarrass yourself horribly and wind up whacking Cordell with the pool stick instead of the ball, at least you warned him about what he was in for. “I’d probably stand back,” you advise as you take the cue from him, purposefully grasping it a long way away from his hand, and hop off the table to settle into a stance for your shot.
“And how am I supposed to teach you from way back here?” Cordell laughs, exasperated.
“There is a ninety-five percent chance I accidentally hit you with this thing and not the ball,” you wave the stick at him threateningly.
“That means a five percent chance you do hit the ball, I can work with that,” Cordell shrugs genially and saunters up behind you.
“No, it’s a five percent chance I hit you with this on purpose,” you laugh and swat at him but he jumps out of the way before the stick can make contact.
“Woah there, darlin’,” Cordell laughs and catches your wrists in his hands, fingers wrapping warm and firm the whole way around.
“You gonna cuff me, Ranger Walker,” you taunt, pulling playfully against his grasp.
“Why? You break some laws Y/N?” Cordell’s voice drops into a deeper register and you shudder against him involuntarily.
“Oh yeah, I’m a real criminal mastermind,” you assure him with a smirk. “Very dangerous.”
“Might have to do a lot more than cuff you, then,” Cordell smirks and backs you against the edge of the pool table, trapping your hips there with his. Your eyes are locked together in a battle of wills, each daring the other to break first and ruin the moment, and if he inched his face any closer, you knew it was going to wind up being you.
When he's close enough that his hat has tossed your face into shadow beneath its brim, his eyes darting away from yours fleetingly to look at your lips, it occurs to you suddenly that you haven’t checked if Dirk is still watching you two for a while now. You break yourself from this trance and run your gaze around the room in a big circle, seeking him out. It should have been easy to spot him, because as it turns out, there’s barely anyone left in the joint. In the back of your mind you vaguely recall the sound of a bell signalling last orders, but you can’t remember when it rang.
“He’s not here,” you hear Cordell’s voice behind you, and you turn back to face him. He’s even closer to you than you remember him being.
“Oh,” you mumbled, confused. If Dirk’s gone, why are you and Cordell still playing this game? You try to pull away but Cordell keeps you there, wrists wrapped tight, hips pinned tighter. “When did he leave?”
“A while ago,” Cordell breathes, eyes searching yours. You’re even more confused.
“Then why are you still doing this?”
“What?”
“This – us – the whole fake date thing.” Cordell is still unsettlingly close to you, eyes trained on yours. It occurs to you that he must be able to feel your breasts pressing against him every time you take a breath – and you’re breathing quite heavily at the moment.
“The truth?” He’s breathing heavily too, chest heaving against yours. He takes another step closer, drawing your wrists together between you, bringing them close to his lips. You feel the smooth skin of his mouth brush against your fingertips and he exhales sharply, his breath dancing across your hands. His fingers twitch tighter around your wrists.
“No, I want you to lie to me,” you parrot your words from earlier, and a small smile cracks across your face. He chuckles behind your fingers, eyes bright with laughter.
“Y/N,” he breathes, “nothing about tonight has been fake for me.” His eyes hold yours, searching, and you feel drawn into his gaze – like the whiskey warmth of their colour is wrapping you in a thick layer of comfort. It should feel forward. It should feel like a line. But it doesn’t. It feels right.
“You mean you’ve actually been lyin’ to me this whole time?” you tease, just to see if you can make him smile any brighter – you can. A laugh rolls through his body, shaking yours along with it.
“S’pose I have.” He leans closer, eyes steadily watching yours for any sign that this isn’t what you want too. You hold his gaze expectantly, more than ready to finally feel the lips you’d been watching all too hungrily tonight on yours. At the last moment his mouth pulls farther away and he rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in. Your eyelids flutter shut. You can’t keep looking at him while he’s scrutinising you so fiercely. You feel his nose brush against yours and—
“Hey, Walker!”
Cordell jumps back like you’ve electrocuted him, hand rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. You look around for the source of the noise, and see the bartender waving to get Walker’s attention.
“You closing up tonight man?” he waves a ring of keys at Cordell.
“Uh, yeah, thanks Kev. I’ve got it,” Cordell gives him a perfunctory wave and a tilt of his cowboy hat as Kevin the bartender gives him a short salute in return and makes his way out the door.
As Kevin leaves you take a moment to look around again and see that you and Cordell are the last ones in the bar. Checking your watch, you understand why – it’s well past midnight.
“You uh, you work here?” you stumble through your words, trying to break the awkward tension between you now that you’re alone.
“No, I uh, I know the owner. She lets me stay past closing, if I want,” he rubs the back of his neck again, clearly also feeling the nerves that have settled between you in the air.
A flare of jealousy strikes in your chest at his words, which takes you by surprise, but doesn’t keep the snippy tone from your voice. “She must be a really good friend,” you mumble, glancing up at Cordell before focusing on your fingers wrapped around the pool cue, which
you’re gripping like a lifeline.
“Now, Y/N,” Cordell lets a small grin slip onto his face as he closes in on you once more, “do I detect a hint of jealousy there?”
“Why would I be jealous?” you try to sound nonchalant, but his widening smile tells you that you aren’t succeeding.
“Well, that I can’t answer for you. Because you’re the one I’m here with right now, not her.” Your eyes flick up to his, probing and hopeful, and he meets your stare evenly. “You’re the one I can’t take my eyes off of.” A hand reaches up to your face, his thumb drawing a flush to your skin where it dances lightly over your cheekbone and down, settling gently against your throat. “You’re the one I want to spread across this pool table, the one I want to make cum so many times you see stars,” he almost rasps, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“Oh,” you breathe, holding his gaze, and he’s so close you feel like you might start going cross-eyed if you keep staring at him like this. He draws his thumb up and down the front of your throat, not threatening but promising, and fuck, his touch is so hot you’re surprised you haven’t melted beneath him – or burst into flames. You are increasingly aware of the fact that you haven’t actually said anything to his list of intentions and a lump rises in your throat, anxiety pushing against your airwaves. The longer you don’t say anything the worse it gets, awkwardness starting to creep in, and you don’t want that. Fuck, you want him to do exactly what he just said he wanted to. “Okay,” you finally manage to choke out, the sound bursting from your lips.
Cordell raises his eyebrows, dropping his forehead against the top of your head, nose brushing lightly alongside yours. “Okay?” he checks, eyes pleading, and it’s the first time you’ve seen any hint of desperation crack through his calm exterior – you want to see more.
You don’t so much make the conscious decision to close your eyes as feel them slide shut, lashes fluttering down, and you’re so close to Cordell you think he must feel them catch against his cheek. You rock your forehead against his in a shaky nod, and you feel Cordell’s lashes brush through yours as his own eyelids flicker shut, and then the next thing you feel is his mouth on yours, his lips sliding gently to cradle your bottom lip between his.
It’s sweet – and then it’s not. Cordell steals the pool cue from your hands and throws it out of sight, and in the same movement wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you onto the edge of the pool table. Your hands slink around his neck and thread through the hair curling against the nape of his neck under his hat. You aren’t sure why, but you secretly love the fact that he’s still wearing it.
Cordell draws his hands firmly down your sides, fingers catching against the fabric of your top. He runs his palms flat over your hips and drags them down the outsides of your thighs as he pulls himself between them and wraps your legs around his back. You cling onto him, pulling yourself tight to his body and trying to bring as much of you into contact with him as you can manage.
Cordell settles himself into the space between your thighs, slots his hips against yours and grinds filthily. You can feel the bulge growing in his jeans and you hum needily, wanting to feel it closer than through several layers of denim. He rocks into you again, the outline of his cock dragging slow and dirty against your increasingly slick core. The material of your panties slips against you beneath your jeans and you honestly can’t remember the last time you had been this wet. God, Cordell has already brought you to the brink of ruin and you’re still fully clothed.
You whine into his mouth when he thrusts against you again, and you feel him chuckle against your lips.
“Sound so pretty, baby girl,” he groans, tongue still dipping in and out of your mouth. “God, love hearing you. Wanna hear more.” Cordell kisses you rougher, and drags his hands to your chest, groping possessively at your breasts and pulling a moan from your lungs. He obviously likes what he hears, because he doesn’t let up, and soon enough you’re desperate for his hands on your skin and your clothes are becoming increasingly inconvenient. You start to tear into your top to pull it over your head. Cordell quickly takes the hint and unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it down his shoulders and onto the floor to join yours.
You reach out instinctively, needing to run your hands over the expanse of work-tanned skin that’s just been revealed to you. Cordell’s torso is strong, the muscles present but not scarily defined, and you can't resist scratching your nails down the centre of his chest, making him shiver as he closes back in around you. Echoing you, he drags his fingers up your back, nails almost certainly leaving red, trailing marks in their wake, and with a quick movement unclasps your bra and pulls it from your body.
Without hesitation, Cordell ducks down to kiss along his newly exposed prize. He nips and licks and sucks his way over the curve of your breast, pulls a nipple into his mouth and worries it gently between his teeth. Your head falls back and your fingers thread themselves through his hair as another moan escapes your throat and you press forward into his mouth. He switches to the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue before biting down softly and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. You try to choke back the whimpers he’s coaxing from you but it’s like you’ve lost autonomy over your vocal chords.
“Nah, no no,” Cordell pulls back, crooked grin on his face. “What did I tell ya? Don’t want you to hide those noises from me baby,” he reaches out to tease your nipple again, making you whimper, as he keeps up eye contact. “Wanna know I’m making you feel good, wanna know what turns you on so much you just can’t control yourself anymore.” Cordell’s expression is beautifully genuine, and that sort of generosity is rare to find in a man these days, so you figure it’s the least you can do to oblige him.
“You,” you gasp, throwing your head back again as he palms your chest in his big, warm hands. “You’re the one turning me on baby.”
“Yeah?” Cordell quirks a brow and then ducks down to start kissing along a line down the centre of your chest, moving towards the fastening on your jeans.
“Yeah,” you pant, watching him move down your body and drop to his knees between your legs. “Isn’t supposed to be me on my knees for you?” you ask breathlessly.
“Man, your ex really did a number on you, huh?” Cordell laughs as he pops the button on your jeans and tucks his thumbs into the waistband, starting to drag them down your legs. “While I’m sure you’d look really pretty with my cock in your mouth, why don’t we save that for next time?” he smirks, finally getting you naked.
“Someone’s confident,” you tease, though you’re sure he has every reason to be based on the things he’s made you feel so far.
“So I better live up to it now,” Cordell raises his eyebrows playfully before ducking his head between your thighs and pressing kisses to the skin he lands on. His hat gets knocked off as he moves himself in closer and places a small peck right above your clit, still teasing. The silk of his lips drags softly over your skin, his warm breath spilling out and tingling against you.
“Shit, please,” you breathe, fingers tangling into his hair and trying to get his mouth where you really wanted it. He must figure he’s teased you enough because the next thing you know his tongue is lapping at your entrance and drawing up to tease around your clit and ohmygod it feels so incredible.
Cordell flicks his tongue against your clit and then sucks it between his lips, alternating until you’re keening against him, and then he slips a finger in against that sweet spot inside you and your hands pull involuntarily at his hair. He laughs against you and the vibrations roll pleasantly against your nerves. Cordell pulls back and licks his lips - probably tasting you there, which should not be as sexy as it is - and gives you a grin that tells you he’s pleased with himself.
“Why’d you stop?” you pout. You’d been getting really close.
“Because I’m impatient,” Cordell grunts, amused, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his cock. He groans when he gets himself in his hand, and you can see why – it must have been uncomfortable keeping something that size trapped behind clothes. You feel yourself clench at the sight, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you.
Cordell surges forward and kisses you again, deep and desperate, and this time when he grinds against you you feel the whole length of his cock dragging through the slip of your folds. He lubes himself up using your slick and his spit, and then he’s climbing onto the pool table with you, pushing you onto your back so you’re splayed out across the green felt top. You thread your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. His tongue leaves your lips and moves to your neck, laving over your pulse point. You wonder absently if he can tell how fast your heart is beating.
You feel the fat tip of his cock press lightly against your entrance and you moan in preparation, anticipating how amazing it’s going to feel when he’s inside you.
“That’s it baby girl,” Cordell hums low in his throat. “Wanna hear how good you’re feeling, lemme hear you.”
“Oh god please,” you whisper, breath hoarse because you’re trying not to scream at him to fuck you already.
“Yeah, good girl,” Cordell presses a kiss to your throat as he begins to ease himself in.
“Fuck, you’re big,” you whimper, eyes clenched shut as you try to focus on the sensation of him fucking into you for the first time. Then all the sudden you feel nothing, and his weight is gone from above you.
“Shit, was I hurting you?” Cordell is hovering back on his knees, worriedly combing his hands through his hair.
“What? No,” you laugh, a little touched by the concern but mostly annoyed by the fact that Cordell was no longer inside you. “Can you get back down here, please?”
“You’re sure?” Cordell checks again, and now you’re impatient.
“Yes,” you huff, sitting up and dragging him down onto the table so he’s the one on his back, and you move to straddle his lap. “This sure enough for you?” you grin wickedly as you grind your centre over his cock, flushed and hard against his hip.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts, getting up on his elbows and reaching between your legs to draw across your clit in lazy circles. You moan under his touch as he slides his fingers between your legs and grabs hold of himself, angling his cock up so you can fit him against your entrance and slide down.
He feels even bigger like this, and you feel like a whore moaning as loud as you are but the sound of Cordell hissing - “shit, so hot baby girl” - knocks those anxieties out of your mind for now. You finally make it to the bottom of his cock and you grind your hips against him, using his body to rub your clit while you fuck him.
“Oh my god,” you whine, fucking yourself harder onto his cock, lifting your hips so he can thrust back into you. “Mm, fuck yeah, so good.”
“Fuck you’re so hot baby girl, love hearing how much you love this,” Cordell groans and his head thumps back on the table as you squeeze around his cock. He sounds a bit like a drunk frat guy, which makes you giggle, but you appreciate the praise and he’s not exactly wrong - you are loving this. The thick slide of him inside you feels just the right side of too much, to the point where you know you’ll feel this tomorrow but you won’t actually be hurting.
You lean down and kiss across Cordell’s chest as you continue to thrust back onto his dick, and the new angle hits something inside you that makes you see stars. You know you make some kind of sound but you don’t think any words are actually intelligible.
“You find a good spot darlin’?” Cordell grins down at you, propped up on his elbows again and holding your head to his chest.
“Mmhmm,” you whimper as you fuck back into him, your clit rubbing against his skin with each stroke and his cock hammering at the nerves inside you. You feel your legs start to shake as you begin to come apart around him. “Oh–” a choked off whine escapes you before every muscle in your body tenses and you freeze up against him until the euphoria bubbles over and everything begins to unravel and then you have no idea what you’re saying, you just know you’re coming harder than you have in a long time.
Cordell cards his fingers through your hair, cradling you against him the whole way through your climax. “There you go baby, good girl. Good girl, let it all go for me,” he groans as you spasm around his cock and cling to his chest. When you draw yourself back to sentience, Cordell is rocking you against his hips, thrusting into you shallowly from below.
“Hey there, darlin’,” he smiles at you and punctuates his words with another little thrust. “That feel good?” He grins wryly, clearly already very aware of the answer.
“Mmhmm,” you sigh lazily, and stretch out to kiss him. His hands wrap around your head and hold you against his lips as he twists his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you slide yours back against it.
“Any objection if I fuck you senseless against this table now?” he checks as he pulls back from the kiss.
“You really are a gentleman, Ranger Walker,” you smirk, but you pull off his lap and roll to the side, planning to let him get on top. He surprises you by jumping down off the table and pulling your ankles after him. When your feet are on the ground he spins you until your front is pressing against the pool surface and your wrists are behind your back, held together in just one of his hands.
“You making fun of an officer of the law, missy?” Cordell teases, nipping at your throat before soothing it with a kiss.
“Maybe if you fucked me into this table like you keep promisin’, I’d shut up,'' you sass back, trying to provoke him. It works. Cordell lines himself back up with your entrance and plunges in in one stroke, making you whine into the felt below your cheek.
“Well, a gentleman should always keep his promises.”
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