by Maxi MacNair
“What is it?” I ask after a heavy moment.
“Nothing,” he says, stepping forward and cupping my cheek with his hand. “Nothing at all.”
Luke’s other hand rests on my lower back, and I’m completely captivated. My hands work on their own, pulling his shirt up his chest. I trace over the defined line of his abs, and he lets out a light chuckle. He breaks away to let me tear his shirt up over his head, and then he closes the gap between us again. His skin is so hot against mine, with a solid wall of muscle underneath. I can’t waste anymore time, and I plunge my hands into his shorts, gripping his ass with both of my hands. His fingers move possessively over my back, exploring my skin. I lean my head back, and he captures my mouth with his. Our tongues wrap around each other as I pull my hands away from him to unbutton my jeans. They’re too tight, though, and I struggle to get them down. Luke breaks away, laughing openly as I fight with the denim.
“It’s not funny,” I moan. “Help me.”
Rather than help, Luke takes my wrist and pulls me to his bedroom. He uses his superior strength to toss me to the bed, and I lay there on my back, beyond aroused. I lift my butt to let him tug my jeans off, and they obey his hands. His hands, my God. He pulls his shorts off, and I sit up to watch his erection spring free. He’s larger than I thought, and I can’t stop staring hungrily at it.
“Patience, missy,” he says, joining me on the bed. He pushes me back down, spreading my legs as he resumes kissing me. I can’t describe his flavor, except to address the taste of blood on his mouth. It doesn’t bother me anymore. Nothing could bother me now, not as long as he keeps kissing me. His tongue charts out my mouth, explores my depths. He slides his body against mine, his cock rubbing at the thin lace of my thong. I’m already soaking wet, and the friction of the lace against my tender flesh has me moaning deep into his mouth.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs, moving his mouth to my throat, my breasts. His tongue glides down my stomach, and he arrives at my pussy. He pulls off my thong, dropping it behind him without a thought. His fingers spread my lips wide, and I hold my legs out of the way, leaning up to watch him play with me. “So gorgeous,” he repeats, licking up the length of my slit. I shudder and my eyes close. My back arches as he finds my clit, tonguing it in small motions. I almost want to cry. This is what I had been denying myself, and it feels so incredible. I just wish I had more patience.
“Luke,” I call out, a tremble to my voice that I can’t control. He looks up at me, tongue still playing with my clit. “Please, I can’t wait.”
“Well then,” he says, wiping my fluids from his chin as he sits up. I sit up as well, breathing heavy and erratic. “I’m afraid that I’m going to need you to be on top.” He doesn’t sound any kind of sorry, and I had expected as much after the pounding that he’s already had today.
“Lie down,” I say, unhooking my bra and dropping it off the edge of the bed.
“Whatever you say,” he says with a wink.
I don’t waste any time straddling him, and I run my sopping pussy up and down the length of his shaft several times, teasing the both of us. One of his hands rises to my waist, and the other reaches up to cup a breast.
“You’re magnificent,” he groans as I slide torturously over him, leaning forward to steal a kiss. I can’t stand too much more of this. I stop fighting it, and I position myself over him. I capture his gaze with mine before plunging down, impaling myself. The relief is immediate. I feel whole again, completely filled up.
“Oh God,” I moan, picking myself up and sliding back down. I’m so wet, so completely aroused. I can’t remember it ever feeling like this, ever being so fulfilling. I brace my hands against Luke’s chest, mindful of his new injuries. I start to ride him, and again, it’s so torturously slow. Luke’s lost to the pleasure, and the sounds we both make combine and further fan the flames of our arousal.
“You feel so good,” Luke tells me, releasing my breast to grab my other hip. He drags me back and forth against his cock, rubbing over my g-spot and making me cry out in pleasure.
“God, yes, do that again,” I say, ready to beg for it. I keep up my rhythm, gyrating my hips as he drags my body against him. I’m a slave to our shared pleasure, and I want nothing more than to fuck him better than he’s ever been fucked before.
“Get it, girl,” he growls, rubbing against my g-spot until I can’t hold back any more. A white hot pleasure grows in my chest and explodes out of me, and my orgasm has me crying out as I ride Luke as best I can. My pace would be too erratic without his hands to guide my body, and I let him steer me, let him use my body to please him. He doesn’t last too much longer; the feeling of my muscles contracting from climax pulls an orgasm from him, and he pulls himself out of me without warning, shooting come up my chest. I lower my body, trapping his cock between our stomachs, letting the weight of my body coax more come from him. Luke buries his face in my neck, grunting from the exertion and pain and pleasure. I laugh weakly, all the strength sapped from my body.
We lay like that for a while, but eventually, Luke lets out a groan. “We need to clean up. I need a shower in the worst way.”
I prop myself up to hover above him, kissing the bruise on his jaw. “I had a good time,” I say, a dreamy quality already entering my voice. I’m getting to the point of true fatigue, and it takes me more effort than I want to admit to get myself vertical again. I look at the sheen of come on my belly, and I laugh again.
“And just what,” Luke growls, wrapping his arm around me from behind, “is so funny?”
“Nothing really,” I say, leaning into his warmth. He dropped his head down to nibble at the base of my neck. “Just that I’m really glad we did this.”
“We’re not done yet,” he murmurs directly into my ear. Goosebumps race over my skin, and I turn my head to kiss him. “Come get in the shower.”
He pulls away from me and heads towards what must be the bathroom. Moments later, I hear the showerhead sputter to life. I shake my head and smile to myself. I don’t have the words to explain what’s happened today, but I know that it’s nothing like I expected when I woke up this morning. I laugh to myself one last time before following after Luke. Nothing sounds better than a nice warm shower and then a good night’s sleep in my new lover’s arms.
The End
Bad Boy Baby Daddy
~Forbidden Attraction~
Finally, Jen and Shane were alone together one day out on the range, both of them riding their horses to their limits. Jen remembered first admiring Shane from afar at that moment. She remembered admiring how well he could handle the rope and how he seemed to be able to anticipate the movements of the cattle as he cast his lasso. There was just something about how much he looked like he knew what he was doing. How effortlessly he did it. Some people weren't as natural on the horse as others. Some people didn’t seem to fill the saddle like they should. They could manage to ride, but just barely, and too often people like this were the ones wanting to get a job on Jen and her father’s ranch.
These people were also the type who were mostly trying to get away from something. For whatever reason, the myth of the cowboy still lived in a lot of people's' minds, but now as a job they could use to escape and start over. For some reason lately though, the job of a cowboy seemed to hang on mostly in the minds of people that had never really been on a horse before or knew anything about working hard outdoors in good and bad weather. Shane wasn't one of those people though, which was why Jen first noticed him.
But that wasn't just what drew Jen to Shane. There had been a number of competent men out on the range before, helping herd cattle on the giant ranch. None of these men though also had the gorgeous eyes, muscular forearms, and all around perfect body that Shane did. Which is not to say that there had never been any hot ranch hands working for her father before either. Jen wasn’t blind or completely innocent, but nobody before was really as skilled as Shane or as gorgeous as Shane and certainly never those two things together
. But there was something else that was also drawing her to him. If Jen took the time to think about it clearly when she started feeling drawn to Shane she might have realized it was the forbidden or dangerous aspect of Shane that was really causing this desire. Her daddy’s ranch hands were never the type of guys to get involved with. Whatever it was though, every time Jen saw him she couldn’t help but gawk at him breathlessly for as long as she thought she could get away with, which she knew was all that she could really let herself do. How long though could she play with fire by staring and fantasizing about Shane before needing her fantasies to become reality?
Jen knew better but she always wanted what she couldn't have, but for some reason just the realization of that was never enough to stop her from wanting it. Maybe her father knew it too. Maybe that was why he had started sending Shane out on long rides and giving him the toughest hardest jobs that needed to be done only a week after Shane started. Some, Jen was sure, were jobs that didn’t even need doing. Jen’s dad was no fool. He could probably tell from the first few days of having Shane around that his daughter was attracted to him. The result of this as well was that Shane always tried to avoid her, always was on the move to somewhere where she wasn't and couldn't easily get to. Always finishing his plate during meals just as she sat down, or sitting down just as she was leaving the table. At first it hurt, but that hurt eventually went away as she became able to ignore it. What never went away though was her desire for Shane. Everyday growing stronger and stronger as he rode off to fix fence posts or walked by her with his face to the ground barely mumbling a good morning or good night as he brushed past. Jen was sure her father had a hard talk with Shane within a few days of hiring him. Probably noticing before Jen did the way she was looking at Shane, and he probably thought he was getting his way and had fixed that “little problem” by keeping Shane away from her. Jen wouldn’t be surprised if he literally threatened Shane if he was to talk to her. Jen’s dad was pretty protective of her, but he also needed to be way out on their secluded ranch in Utah with only a small town close by with only a handful of women. A handful of women with even a smaller number of young and attractive ones like Jen and a whole lot of hard tough men on the run from god knows what. But her father had no idea how Jen was really feeling, or how all this forcing Shane to be away from her and ignore her were intensifying these feelings that she had for him.
Jen did know from previous experience how to look and not touch though. Even though she had needs, and there had been hot ranch hands working for her father before, she could always secretly flirt with them a bit, and they would always flirt back, and then they would quit and move on to the next job like people in that line of work usually did. That was usually enough for her. She knew that her daddy’s ranch hands were never the type of people to get close to. Sometimes ex-criminals, sometimes just simple drunks and losers, but all of them no matter what with some sort of darkness in their past they were trying to get away from. But Jen’s desire for Shane wasn’t going away for some reason, and not being able to act on it or having any other outlet for it was getting too hard to bear. Eventually, things needed to be expressed one way or the other. A person couldn't simply just keep something of that nature bottled up in them forever, no matter how hard they tried.
A person could try for a long time though, that was something Jen was finding out, a person could try and try, and every day it would be a little bit harder than the day before. Until what? Jen was starting to realize there was no escaping what she was feeling no matter what rules she or her daddy put on her.
Unlike most of the ranch hands on her father’s ranch, Shane probably didn't have a criminal record to speak of, Jen figured. She couldn’t know for sure, but one of the things not being able to talk to Shane had done to Jen was to turn the life story of this mysterious and achingly handsome man into a sort of obsession. The way he acted he was more like someone that had been a runaway at some point, and was now grown and just didn't know what else to do with themselves. This was something that was not as common on the ranch, but certainly not unheard of, the runaway that worked there until he was well into his late twenties simply lacking a better thing to do.
Jen’s imagination worked overtime on this question of who he was though, and Shane had been at times in her mind a secret billionaire, a mafia boss’ son, and a brilliant artists. In reality, Jen did manage to pick up little bits and pieces of information during the whole first year Shane was working with them. Whether they were true or not was not something she could really know. As far as she knew, Shane was from somewhere in California, his parents were both dead, and he had no siblings, but those were all rumors. If they were the truth or not was not really important. What was important though was what Jen had observed about what type of person Shane was during that first year.
More or less, Shane had a chip on his shoulder. Jen didn’t know the real reasons but at least four times that year Shane had been in a fight with another ranch hand. One time, Jen ran over to the commotion just in time to see Shane take a punch to the face from another worker. There were already two other guys on the ground and Jen recognized the three guys. They were all friends and so Jen more or less realized Shane had just been in a fight with three guys at once. It’s a little scary knowing that a single guy could almost get the best of three other grown men or was even crazy enough to try.
Shane also had a little reputation with the girls in town. Jen heard more than one girl talk about him and the dates they went on, and she knew the type of girls he always went on dates with. More or less, they were the girls most ranch hands ended up dating if they were good looking enough, or could afford to buy them drinks on the weekend. One night Jen even took a walk late at night and accidentally came across Shane with some other girl making out in the woods. Jen was about to turn around and walk away but stopped and couldn’t help but watch for a few moments as he took off his shirt revealing his perfect chest and abs and feel hurt as she watched this other girl drape herself all over him. It was strange how seeing Shane with another woman made Jen feel and how that hurt she felt didn’t stop Jen from wanting Shane the way she did.
Jen did go on dates with other guys in the area as much as Shane did with other girls. Of course, they dated totally different types of people. Shane always for the easy girls and Jen with the nice boys her father would let her go on dates with. It really wasn’t like she was locking herself in her room at night writing poems about Shane, but for Jen there was absolutely no denying that something was always drawing her to Shane. Something that wasn’t going away as hard as she tried to ignore it or make it leave. The whole night after seeing Shane in the woods with that other girl she couldn’t stop regularly imagining herself as that girl in the woods pressing herself up against his lean and chiseled chest and reaching her head up to his as he leaned down to kiss her deeply.
For a long time the whole situation carried on and Jen let herself just fantasize about who he was when the thoughts or the need came to her. Soon enough though she knew she had to start crossing the line she wasn’t supposed to and had to get close to Shane. Even if it was to just be ultimately rejected by him like it seemed like she would be from his interactions with her: cold and very few and far between. Too much fantasy eventually made her unhappy with anything but the real thing. If she was to ever get past this and move on with her life she had to be that girl in the woods with him at least once.
Over the rest of the year she tried everything, but nothing seemed to work. She would try her best to time her meals up to eat when Shane was there, she would go out for long rides in the areas where she expected Shane to be working that day, and did her best to linger close to his room in the building where the ranch hands slept at night. Nothing worked though. Shane always still barely glanced at her when they passed. Jen’s father must have really put the fear in him, or maybe Shane didn’t even like how Jen looked, which was strange because Jen had never really had a problem attracting guys’ attention, and out on
this secluded ranch she was really the only girl around most of the time so it was odd she wouldn’t catch him looking her way even once in a while. Whatever was the case Jen couldn’t stand it any longer at the end of Shane’s first year on the ranch. Most ranch workers don’t stay around for that long and Shane had been around a long time making it that much harder on Jen. He was also probably one of the best workers her father had ever had, and Jen was close to simply sneaking out at night to slip into his room and blurt out her feelings when something crazy happened one day.
Like most mornings, the ranch hands all gathered outside the family home to receive their duties for the day. Like most days, Shane was the first to receive his job and it was a job that would take him as far away from the house as possible, but then for some reason that one day Jen’s father actually asked her to go with Shane. They were to ride off to the eastern end of the ranch and drive a herd of cattle through a gate to get them to new and distant grazing pasture. Jen didn’t know what changed or if her father just simply forgot he was trying to keep Shane and her separated, but that didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered to Jen at that moment was that it was going to be just her and Shane for the whole day together, and as she clicked her tongue to stir her horse to gallop to chase after Shane as the sun was rising that morning Jen couldn’t help but feel totally afraid of this chance that was just given to her.
~Teasing Desire~
Southern Utah wasn't a cool or damp place, not by any means, and Jen was exhausted and tired. Not to mention thirsty. God damn she could use a drink. As she spurred her horse on she rode a long, curving line around one side of the herd, trying to push the cattle into a tighter knot so they would be easier to maneuver through the gate. The corral behind the gate was large and would have no problem holding the big herd. Shane was on her far left working in toward the gate just like she had, trying to give the animals time to adjust and move around. One of the things that amateurs like to do was try to cram the herd through the gate like the cattle was a big loaf of bread that they didn't care enough about not to mash into a cupboard space. The cattle would end up tearing up down the fence and the gate if they didn't give them all time to do their thing when they squeezed together.