Wrangler

by Dani Wyatt

  The voice of the machine is joined by the wrenching sounds of someone knowing they are going to die. The pitchfork shoots out of the gears like a bolt of lightning.

  Chad’s arms flex as he pulls his body weight up, his hand grabs on to the door handle at the top of the machine. He’s at the control panel and slams his hand down on the emergency stop. If I had known when I got out of the truck what was happening, I could have tried my best to climb up myself and stop the machine, but I didn’t think fast enough and Chad vaulted up there ten times faster than I could have.

  In a split second the machine falls silent, and the only sound left in the world is Enrique’s screams. Every instinct tells me not to look, it’s too late, but I don’t listen. I have to help him. His wife and children have become part of our own family.

  How could we ever tell them Enrique was gone?

  I slide down the back of the trailer, bouncing hard, hitting my head on one of the metal poles holding the baler onto the hay truck. Enrique’s small body is still pinned onto the intake, blood flowing from a gash in his head.

  He’s still screaming.

  The miracle dawns on me. A dead man doesn’t scream.

  My skin prickles and my eyes burn and itch from the sprays of hay. But I am filled with the release of panic and heart pounding joy to know he’s still alive.

  Chad gets to Enrique just as I do, pulls his white t-shirt over his head, catching his cowboy hat in mid-air and putting it right back on his head. Every muscle and vein in his neck and torso pumps, flushed with the power of a superhero.

  “Put this on his head. I’m going to cut his shirt.”

  Chad throws his white t-shirt my way applying it to the gash on Enrique’s head, watching the red blotches seep and spread over the white fabric.

  “You’re okay...” I say gently next to Enrique.

  His brown eyes blink, darting back and forth, wondering what is real and what might be imagination.

  Chad pulls his knife from his front pocket, flips it open with one flick of his thumb. The silver metal glinting in the sunshine. Then there’s the sound of fabric tearing, like a pirate cutting a sail, and Chad frees Enrique from the loose fabric of the blue and red plaid shirt entwined in the metal jaws of the green machine. He was twisted in there so close, if Chad had let go of him for one moment, the machine would have taken his arm and then his life.

  “Oh, God, Jesus, thank you! Thank you!” Enrique falls back from the intake, mumbling and crying. Chad helps him down onto the ground where the wheels of the giant machine have sunk into the soft earth and I follow behind kneeling down and saying a little prayer of thanks.

  Time is moving slow. I stare at Chad and his blue eyes pierce the space between us, our breath unsteady and my mind filled with a loud buzzing.

  “You okay?” Chad’s hand reaches out and touches the side of my head, his fingers rubbing against my cheek, slick with sweat.

  I breathe hard, but I nod. “Yeah.” The words come only with each breath. “You?”

  “Yeah.” He smiles, his perfect white teeth shining behind his upturned lips. His beige cowboy hat still sits snug on top of his dark hair.

  Jeans, no shirt, cowboy hat, mud on his chest, sweat shining – we just saved someone’s life together...stick a fork in me ‘cause I’m done.

  “God...Oh thank you...thank you!” Enrique calls out to the sky. I’m not sure if he’s talking to us or not.

  “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Chad’s deep voice reassures his friend.

  The white t-shirt fills with an ever growing red circle. Chad reaches down and lifts Enrique to his feet, a huge wave of guilt washing over me as I can’t keep my eyes from admiring every pulse of his six-pack abs and hard, broad pectoral muscles. The tendons in his shoulders strain as he lifts Enrique from what could so easily have been his end. Adrenaline pulses in my veins, and the thrill of the moment has my mind filled with thoughts of my hands all over that hard body.

  “Come on, let’s take him back to the house.”

  I keep my eyes on his sculpted body as we load Enrique back into the truck and turn it in a wide arc as we head back to the farmhouse and Jessie.

  We don’t say a word on the drive back. I think Chad is still reeling from what’s just happened, and I am too, but I’m also horny as hell. I keep stealing glances at him as we crunch over the hard dirt.

  Jessie’s cool as a cucumber when she sees Enrique limping out of the truck cab, listening as Chad and I try to recount the event.

  “Oh, well now,” she says when we’re done, “you do just about anything to get yourself out of a bit of hard work, now don’t you?” She smiles and escorts Enrique inside the house.

  Chad and I are left standing outside the back door in a stupor.

  “He’s gonna be alright. You two clean yourselves up and go on back out there. Everybody still needs to eat and that lunch ain’t about to fetch itself!”

  Jessie takes everything in stride. A tornado could touch down and she would just be telling everybody to go on and pick up the mess before supper time.

  Chad and I look at each other as she hums and walks Enrique indoors, cool as a summer breeze. My mouth is still hanging open.

  Chapter Seventeen

  RACHEL

  I think we are both still in shock as we drive back to the field. His shirtless torso fills my eyes with a wonderful view. Chad’s forearms grip the steering wheel, veins popping out and his skin shiny with sweat.

  My tank top is streaked with mud and my obvious excitement pushing my nipples out through the white fabric. I shrug my shoulders, trying to pull my body upright, thinking of his chiseled body. My tummy sticking out a touch over the tight waist of my jeans.

  We drive the short distance in silence. Words lose their importance after you pull a guy from the mouth of death. It takes a few minutes for our breathing to get back to normal.

  “You were amazing, Rachel. Truly amazing. If you hadn’t been there... well.” He shakes his head and pulls the pickup to a stop back by the giant, green man-eater.

  “You too.”

  I lean over and pull the handle and open the door of the pickup.

  “Hey...whoa, don’t you go another step, little Dove.” The door squeaks and slams behind me, and I can hear his fast pace crunching through the grass. I turn to find him standing almost right over me, unrestrained hunger in his eyes. “Rachel.” He shakes his head, then takes my face in his rough hands, holds me there, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck...Rachel, you saved Enrique’s life.”

  We are both still high from the adrenaline. But, his half naked body is serving to create another kind of high for me. My heart fills my chest and I feel a chill swarm over my skin even as the sun beats down on us.

  “You pushed the button.”

  “Goddamnit...” His hands press my cheeks, and pull my face hard into his lips.

  “Mmm,” I moan and press back into his kiss.

  The wild excitement and trauma of what just happened, all turning to a driving sexual lust. His metal belt buckle teases me. I want to reach out and pull at it, but all of my inhibitions, all of my irritating self-esteem still holds me back.

  Our tongues circle and swirl around, Chad’s face hard against mine, taking the kiss from me, offering no recourse. He doesn’t pull back until my breath evaporates, then he slides his hands over my shoulders, grabs my fingers, and pulls them behind my back, pressing my body against his so that we meld together as one.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Rachel,” he says. “Here, hard.” His face is next to my ear, the words whispered in a low, even tone but they are hard, thick and stern.

  He’s taking what he wants and not asking. My mind swirls around and around. We’re standing right out in the field. I feel self-conscious, and the searing intensity in his face is frightening.

  “I don’t think we should. Not out here.”

  “Shhhhh.” His finger presses on my lips, then is replaced by his mouth, taking any more words and stiflin
g them.

  I manage to mutter during a breath, “We’re outside, where someone could see.”

  Chad’s hands tighten my wrists behind my back, locking them so that I can’t move. “I’m going to fuck you, Rachel. Who’s going to see? A few crows?” My skin ripples with chilled goose bumps. Chad’s sparkling blue eyes pin me below him in the most intense gaze. His brow comes together and his face is fierce.

  “Tell me you’re not wet right now, Dove. Tell me that and I’ll stop.”

  My heart is bursting, and my belly and chest are as tight as a trap ready to spring.

  There is no denying the soaking fabric between my legs.

  “That’s what I thought. Get down, Rachel...you’re going to show me what your knees are for today.”

  His hand releases my wrists, pressing down on my shoulders. Firm, but I could refuse. If I wanted to.

  “I’ve never...”

  His calm dominance makes me drunk. I’m light-headed, floating in the moment. But I want to do this, more than I could have imagined.

  “Don’t talk, undo my pants.”

  My fingers are shaking as I slide the silver pin from the leather belt, loosening it. I watch as the skin stretches over the muscle with each breath. My own flesh between my legs aches, knowing what’s coming.

  I inch the zipper down, the outline of a giant erection pressing against the blue cloth of his jeans.

  “Pull them down.”

  He’s guiding me. Telling me what to do and I love it more than I probably should.

  My shaking hands slip under the waist of the jeans and underwear, time slowing as I slide the fabric lower and lower. The head of his hard cock catches on the elastic of the boxers and I can’t believe when my mouth starts to water thinking of what I’m about to do.

  Chad’s hand comes down to set his erection free, grasping its enormous length and stroking it in front of my face. He presses the giant swollen member lower, holding it ready for me.

  “I don’t know how, I’ve never...”

  “I’ll teach you how to please me, Dove. Open your mouth,” he growls.

  My body shudders with each harsh word he utters. Part of me thinks I should defy him, but it’s not possible. His words own me, it seems impossible to resist his power right now.

  “Now, Dove. Tongue first. I want to see you love what you’re doing. Lick that little drop there, then work your tongue around and around, get me good and wet.”

  Kneeling in front of him and opening my mouth like this, tension builds in my core. I’m on edge, waiting for the first touch of a cock to my mouth.

  Chad doesn’t hesitate. He directs the engorged head and it slides over my lips, the sensation spinning my insides, my flesh erupting in a wave of sweat. The head is hard, but at the same time soft and spongy, tasting of something I could only imagine is the flavor of a man’s lust. The taste infuses me with swirling desire. I’m about to give my first blow job, right here, out it the open field, with this sculpted god standing over me.

  “God, good girl, Dove. Let me see your tongue soak my shaft, darlin’.”

  Doing what he says, the textures of the skin on my tongue entrances me. The snaking vein on the top standing out high as I kiss and lick until his massive erection is covered in my saliva.

  He is not gentle, as he drives the length of his cock several inches into my mouth with his first thrust, and I move my tongue inside my mouth, feeling the thick veins and the swollen ridge around the base of the head. Wetting the beast more as it tunnels its way into my throat, I know there is no way I could take the entire thing. It’s too long, my mouth opening as wide as I can just to circle around.

  My lips wrap themselves around my teeth, protecting him from them as his slick, smooth skin slides easily through my wet lips. My body clenches inside while the lips of my pussy tingle below.

  Chad’s hands slide across my cheeks, pressing my hair back and holding onto the sides of my head. “Holy shit. That’s good, Rachel.”

  His encouragement helps and my pussy clenches, driving my own fluid out into my panties. The sound of his deep voice full of lust makes my heart thump so hard I think I’m going to pass out. I never dreamed I would want to be dominated like this. Conquered. Owned. But it makes my body soften, ready to do anything that he demands.

  His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock driving into my throat, gagging me, but he doesn’t stop. His firm grip holds my head in place as he slides the length out again. When I feel the ridges of the swollen head on my tongue, I swirl around him, teasing and caressing. Then he plunges back inside, deeper and harder, over and over. I can’t breathe, tears are running down my cheeks and saliva drips from my chin.

  I suck until the hollows of my cheeks can be no deeper. I have only read in magazines about this, giving a blow job, but I want to please him. I try to remember anything and everything I’ve read.

  “Fuck, yeah, that’s it.” I hear small moans and whispers coming from Chad. I suck as if I might be able to milk the cum out of him, moving back and forth so that the head of his cock keeps almost popping out of my mouth, making sucking sounds that echo around my head.

  The waistband of his jeans sits just below his hips, and my fingers dig into it, twisting themselves into the fabric like I might fall if I lose my grip. I try in vain to pull him back, away from me, so that I might catch a full breath, but he doesn’t surrender.

  His hips buck forward and back, fucking my face like he owns me. Kneeling in front of his power, I struggle, figuring out I have to gasp for air through my nose each time he pulls forward. I hear the sounds of pleasure coming from above as I adjust to his pace, sucking hard, using my tongue and sucking in air each time he withdraws.

  Knowing I’m pleasing him turns me on, the adrenaline rushing through my body like an athlete at the finish line. Pride swells within me just knowing that I’m doing this right. The aching between my own legs increases with the intensity of his plunging cock. The tip of the phallus that fills my mouth swells even more, the ridge around the head growing more and more defined and a taste of salt tickles my tongue.

  “Goddamn...” Chad’s blue eyes watch me with awe and it makes me want to please him even more. Then his weight shifts back.

  My mouth is suddenly empty. Trickles of spit fall from my chin. I gasp for air as my throat and mouth are suddenly free to consume oxygen again.

  Chapter Eighteen

  CHAD

  I can’t keep my mouth off her pussy.

  The way she took my cock was almost more than a mortal man could take, but I need her pleasure always before mine. So I dragged my dick, kicking and screaming, from her succulent, marauding mouth. I jerked her boots off and ripped her jeans from her kicking legs.

  When I tossed them into the fresh cut hay field, I didn’t even take note of where they were going. Then I settled my greedy tongue deep inside.

  “So good, Dove. I never want to leave,” I mumble into her hot folds. “Your cunt branded me that first night and I’ll never be the same.” I curl two fingers inside her dripping canal and settle my lips over her clit, pinching and licking until she’s keening and riding my face like a tempest.

  I let my fingers fall out of her, take both hands and lift her ass, grinding her opening into my mouth. She’s as sweet as the first time and as hot as fire as I lap at her like a parched junkyard dog.

  I moan right with her as she lifts off, drenching my face and scaring up a few crows out in the field. They take flight and flap away along with the last of her raw voice in the breeze. I settle her hips back down when she stops twitching and shaking, still sucking at her opening and swallowing every drop she offers.

  My hands work my hard-on, trying to calm him down, but they can’t work as quick as they might while I’m still giving her long slow licks with my tongue.

  “God.” Her breathy, shaking voice is almost as seductive as seeing her here spread open for me under the blue sky.

  I calm my dripping boy with a few more strok
es of my hand, feeling the need ignite the animal in me. The feverish need to love her, and have her give herself to me over and over.

  It’s a sickness and she’s the only thing that can soothe the symptoms.

  “Over, Dove,” I grunt, eager for her. I need her right now. “Right here, bend over and hold on.”

  Her scent fills my nose and has become a permanent part of me. Its claws dig into me, telling me to do things, and I’m at its mercy.

  I help her up and over, watching each sway and movement of her tits as she shifts into the position where I’m about to fuck her like an animal. Bent over and raw.

  I’m kissing my way up and down her back as I nudge the head of my cock between her creamy outer lips, slipping and sliding it up and down because I love seeing her juice glisten on me.

  Her upturned ass is quivering, needy and shaking just for me. I’m in fucking heaven.

  “You ready, Dove? Because in a second you’re going take it all, so make sure you’ve got a tight hold.”

  With that I sink into her with a steel boner that’s ready to spit the second I feel her walls clench around me. Her fingertips curl to hold onto the tailgate as I glide in one stroke until I tap at her cervix. She lets out that special kind of sound letting me know she’s full and she’s dancing on that line between pleasure and pain.

  From there I’m in beast mode, one hand twisting into her hair. I want to ride her hard. I can’t help it, I need to fuck her as hard as I love her and I pray she understands.

  “Fuck yes, Dove.” Her walls are sucking at me already, her moans and my grunts filling my ears as I slam into her. She’s still tight as fuck, and from the kinds of yelpy pleasure sounds she’s making, I’m hitting it deep and tearing up her pussy a bit more than the other night. “Fuck back into me, I want to see you take what’s yours. Make me cum, Dove, show me you want my cum inside you.”

  She hesitates, then takes me, moving her full hips to and fro, her gobbling pussy almost more than my dick can take. Nothing is more captivating than seeing her own her pleasure, seeing her want me as much as I want her.