My Cowboy

Homecoming Day

When I woke up that Friday morning, my head was on Ryder's chest. What?

"Good morning baby." He greeted.

"Why the hell am I in your room, let alone your bed?" I asked getting out of bed with the covers.

Big mistake! Ew! I threw some of the covers over him.

"Ow. And why does my head hurt?" I questioned in pain.

"You don't remember? Well, you did have a lot to drink." He answered.

At first, I looked at him in anger because I thought he was lying, but I glanced around his room and there were quite a few empty cans and bottles.

"The last thing I remember is putting my bike away. Fill me in." I demanded.

"You put your bike away, and I happened to be on the porch. You actually talked to me. You seemed really happy." He paused and patted the bed beside him.

I sat down next to him.

He brought his lips to my ear, "Then I offered you some whiskey. You came on to me."

He kissed my neck.

"Ryder," I stated not stopping him but trying to get his attention. "Ryder."

"Hm?" He responded removing his lips from my neck.

"Finish the story." I requested.

"We came up to my room, hiding the bottle of whiskey. You asked me to kiss you, so I did. You wouldn't stop. Then you asked me for more when you pulled a condom out of my bedside table. I don't know you even knew where they were." He continued.

"I did?" I asked.

He nodded, "You were extremely into it. In fact, you went home to get this." He added picking up lingerie.

Oh, my. I covered my mouth with both hands in surprise. One of my boyfriends bought me that a few years ago. I was only 13. I broke up with him that day, but I never got rid of it.

"You wanted to handcuff me to the bed. You insisted on me being your submissive, or whatever. The rules were I had to do what you said or I'd be punished. It was a side of you I didn't know existed. I didn't know you were so kinky." He added with a smile.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. I was drunk. I can't believe I did that to you." I began to cry.

"Hey, it's okay. It was fun. Don't be upset. It was the best sex I'd ever had, except the part where you dug your high heel up somewhere it shouldn't have been. My ass still hurts, but seriously don't be upset. I could have walked away if I wanted to. I tried to convince you that you didn't know what you were doing. You insisted we do it." He finished.

"How awful!" I cried even harder.

He buried me in his chest.

"I'm sorry Ryder! I'm sorry!" I cried wiggling out of his grip unsuccessfully.

"I'm not letting go until you stop crying."

I stopped crying and he released me.

Wiping the last of my tears I asked, "Do you happen to know where any of my clothes are?"

He chuckled, "No, but you don't need them."

He pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. He kissed me.

"Want to go for round two?" He asked opening his drawer and pulling a condom out.

"My head hurts, or I would," I answered kissing him then getting off of him and the bed.