Make Him Look – Ch 2 / 2

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

Chapter 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.”