Pairing: ‘Duke Culpepper’ (Walker) x Reader
Rating: 18+
Tags: hickies, biting, semi-public sex, rodeo whore, implied sex work, southern accents
WC: 1270
“You, uh,” Duke appraises your little dress and cowboy hat, and grins knowingly, “you the clean up crew, darlin’?” He beats the dirt off his jeans as he stumbles over to you, still a little shaky on his feet. You smile sweetly at him and lean down over the metal rail to offer him your hand. His fingers engulf yours as he uses you to hoist himself up and straddle the fence, leaving him looming over you.
“I’m the other rodeo ride around here, cowboy,” you lean back against the bleacher seat, pushing your chest out temptingly. You love the hunger Duke is looking at you with.
“A little lady like you?” He teases and dismounts the fence, coming to kneel in front of you between your legs. “I don’t know if I believe that,” he licks his lips and holds your gaze.
You tug aside the bandana knotted around your neck with a smirk, showing off the string of red and purple smudges you’d been hiding. Duke’s eyebrows twitch in surprise but he doesn’t say anything. “See?” You push playfully, “not such a little lady after all. Y’see, all the guys round here like to make their mark, real territorial. If you’re joining up you get the first ride free.”
Duke smirks and stands, offering his hand to pull you to your feet. “Now what kind of a gentleman would I be to refuse that?”
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Duke had thrown his jacket down on the ground so you didn’t have to kneel in the dirt and gravel. Most of the guys never showed that kind of consideration, and you appreciated the gesture. Maybe this one was a real gentleman, deep down. You hope he doesn’t fuck like one, though.
You pull his belt through the dinged silver buckle and smile up at him. His eyes are fixed on you, soft and expectant. You tug his boxers down with his jeans, letting his cock spring free against your cheek. It’s dark and thick, and the sight of the veins straining along its length reminds you of the veins in his arms that you’d just been admiring. Everything about this man is mouthwatering.
You lick the head of his length, shy and teasing, before you duck beneath it to nuzzle along his thighs, noting the bruises from his bull ride blooming along his skin and deciding to kiss it as better as you can.
“You’re right,” Duke laughs from above you and you pull back to blink up at him. “You’re no lady. A lady wouldn’t tease so damn much.”
“My apologies,” you pout, and without a hint of teasing you slip your mouth down over his cock and suck it to the back of your throat. Duke’s grunt sends a shiver of satisfaction through your body as you set to work slicking him up with your tongue, spit spilling through your lips.
Duke is groaning real loud now, and he threads his fingers through your hair to hold you still, taking control and thrusting into your mouth, the head of his cock tapping the top of your throat with each stroke. “Mm, you’re real good at this baby girl,” he grunts, “makes me wonder how good the rest of you is.” You hear the question in his voice, he’s not sure if he’s allowed to fuck you or if your mouth is all he’s getting tonight. You pull off him with a gasp and grin.
“How do like it, cowboy?” You climb off your knees, dragging your nails along his bare thighs to his stomach, pushing his sweaty t-shirt up his chest. He takes the hint and pulls it over his head, baring the rest of his work-tanned skin, and you can’t help leaning in and pressing kisses across his chest, nibbling at his pec muscles.
“Woah there darlin’. ” He pulls your face to his, cradled between his huge hands. “I thought I was the one that got to leave the marks?” he smirks and kisses you hard. You moan into his lips, chasing his tongue and loving the taste of bourbon you find in his mouth. He’s intoxicating.
With no warning, Duke spins you both so you’re against the bleacher post he’d just been leaning on, and he pulls away to twist you around so your hands are pressed against the cold metal and his warm body holds you there.
“You said the guys here get territorial?” he whispers against your ear, dragging his lips down your neck and biting over the old marks that were there.
“Mmhmm,” you nod, whimpering a little at the feel of his teeth and tongue against your throat.
“They mark you up to show where they’ve been?”
“Mmhmm,” you groan, then you cry out as he shoves your shoulders forward, bending you over and flipping the skirt of your dress up over your ass.
“Then why on earth aren’t there any down here?” Duke drags his fingers teasingly up the insides of your thighs, tracing them lightly over the lace between your legs. You whimper at the touch, but don’t answer him. “Well I guess I’ll just have to fix that for ‘ya.” Duke drops to one knee behind you and shoves his face between your legs, sucking your panties into his mouth and licking around them to get to your core.
His tongue dances back and forth from your clit to your entrance, pulling whine after whine from your throat. When he pushes two fingers harshly inside you, your knees nearly buckle, but his other arm is holding you up steady.
As his fingers fuck into you, curling every time he drags them down, he lets his mouth wander down the meat of your thighs. He pulls some skin between his teeth and sucks, drawing the blood to the surface to leave behind his mark. When he moves on from that hickey he switches legs, and moves closer in towards your pussy. This time he uses his teeth to work the skin he pulls into his mouth, biting and then soothing over it with his tongue over and over again.
No one had ever pulled you apart so thoroughly before, and you could barely stay standing as he pushed you closer and closer to cumming. You’re trying to keep your whines quiet but it’s too hard to concentrate on not getting caught when he was making you feel like this. You feel him smile against your thigh when he lets go of his newest mark.
You groan when he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as he hauls himself back to his feet behind you. You feel his cock against your ass and bend over further, trying to get him to rub against your slick.
Duke chuckles behind you and rubs himself through your folds, teasing the head of his cock around your clit, pulling another whine from your lips. “Fuck, you look good like this, baby girl,” he groans, slapping your ass and jolting you forward against the bleachers. “No wonder everyone wants to take a ride.”
You smile back at him over your shoulder, and toss him a wink. “Then what’re you waiting for, cowboy? Hop on.”
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