The Ranch-Hand [MF][Consensual Passion]

I watched Jack open the large barn doors from the window in my upstairs bedroom. Jack was the newest worker on my father’s ranch. His big shoulders and arms bulged as he pulled the doors open. I bit my lip, thinking about what else those strong hands could do.

I had been given strict orders to stay away from him; presumably, the same had gone for him. My father was a bit on the protective side. Jack disappeared inside the barn, and I stepped away from the window. I knew my father still saw me as his precious little angel, even though I was eighteen now. I pulled open my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of cutoff jean shorts, and wiggled into them. The denim over the pockets was ripped, but that was by design. I pulled out a white tank top and slid it over my head before looking in the mirror. The straps of my pink bra were showing, and the shirt was a little see-through, but the outfit was perfect for a July day in Texas. I ran my fingers through my long, blonde hair and sat on my bed to pull on my brown leather boots. I hadn’t forgotten the instructions my father had given me, but if Jack was going to be working in the same place I lived, it would be rude to not introduce myself. After all, we were bound to run into each other sooner or later.

I went downstairs and found the rest of the house empty. My father had undoubtedly taken his seat on his tractor, and my mom usually tended to the chickens after she made breakfast in the morning. I found a plate of cinnamon rolls sitting on the kitchen counter, and I helped myself to one before heading out the front door.

The sun was already up, the haze of blue mornings gone. The heat was starting earlier and earlier. The wind felt hot, like a blow dryer, and it blew through my hair, kicking it in front of my face. On the front porch, two rocking chairs moved with the breeze. The heels of my boots clomped along the wooden decking as I descended the stairs into the dust field below. I walked briskly towards the barn, hoping Jack was still inside. I looked around and didn’t see a soul. I wondered where everyone was, but it was a fleeting concern. I had more immediate things on my mind.

A few moments later, I was in the shadow of the towering, red barn. Its white trim looked freshly painted. Maybe that’s what Jack had been doing? I heard him talking to the horses as I approached the open door. It was cute. I stood in the entryway and watched him. He was brushing Lavender, my favorite horse. She was beautiful, with dark hair and a long, flowing tail. Jack was sitting on a bucket, scraping mud from her hooves. “Doesn’t that feel better?” he asked Lavender as he held her leg. His grip seemed soft, yet firm, and for the first time in my life, I actually felt jealous of my horse. “There you go. That’s a good girl,” said Jack, carefully placing her hove on the ground and patting Lavender on her hind leg. Jealous again.

As Jack stood, he saw me standing in the doorway. I smiled at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here,” I said innocently. Jack was even sexier up close. He wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up over bulging forearms. I caught a glimpse of a half-covered tattoo, but I couldn’t make out what it was. He had short hair and a neatly trimmed beard of black covering his chin. Maybe former military? Those were my dad’s favorite to hire.

“It’s fine,” said Jack, picking up his bucket and moving towards the next stable.

“I’m Jessica,” I said, entering the barn and easing my way closer to him. Jack gave off an aura of manliness, and I was drawn to him like a gnat to a porch light.

“I assumed,” said Jack, setting his bucket down next to Chester, a brown Palomino.

“And you must be Jack,” I said, standing beside him with one hand behind my back, the other outstretched for a polite handshake. In my mind, he would grab it and pull me close to him. Hold me against his muscular chest before lifting me off the ground and kissing me.

“Nice to meet you,” was all I got in response. Jack pulled a brush out of his back pocket and immediately went to brush Chestnut. I stood awkwardly with my hand extended until I realized how stupid I looked and pulled it back.

“Have you seen my father?” I asked. Not because I cared but because it was the first thing that came to mind.

“He’s out on the tractor bailing hay,” said Jack, not even bothering to look at me. My feelings were more than a little hurt. Most of my father’s hands were always really nice to me, and being treated like I didn’t exist wasn’t something I was used to.

More than a little disappointed, I decided to cut my losses. “Ok, well, thanks,” I said.

“Bye,” said Jack. Something in his tone made my blood boil.

“Do you have a problem with me?” I asked. I knew I sounded like a spoiled brat, but regardless of my father’s warnings, he didn’t have the right to be rude.

“What makes you think that?” asked Jack, finally stopping the brushing and looking at me for the first time. His eyes matched the color of Chestnut’s hair, and they seemed to bore right through me.

“Well, I was trying to be friendly and introduce myself and you were being pretty rude.” Jack laughed and shook his head.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. Being laughed at was another thing I didn’t take too kindly to.

“You didn’t come down here to introduce yourself. You came down here for attention,” said Jack, still smiling. He set the brush down on the bucket and walked closer to me.

“Oh, is that what you think?” I asked, trying my best to conceal how right he was.

“I don’t think, I know,” he said, dusting his hands off on his jeans. “I’ve been all over the world, and I can spot a girl like you a mile away.”

All over the world? Maybe I was right about the military thing after all. He certainly had the body for it. “Girls like me, huh? What is that supposed to mean?”

“A spoiled little narcissist, doing whatever it is she wants all day, regardless of if it get’s anyone into trouble or not.”

My cheeks were red hot. I was fuming. “You can’t talk to me like that. If you wanted trouble you’ve found it, just wait until my father hears about this.” I was so mad I felt like steam was coming from my ears. I turned to leave, but Jack’s hand caught my wrist. He pulled me closer to him.

“Let me go,” I said softly, any anger I felt melting away the closer I got to him.

“Is that what you really want?” Jack asked in a whisper. He towered over me and leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to mine.

“No,” I whispered. The space between our lips closed in an instant. Jack’s hand freed my wrist and found its way to my waist. He pulled me close, and I sank into his arms. Our tongues danced as we kissed. Then, I felt him pushing me backward until my back was against a wooden post.

His lips moved to my neck, sending chills throughout my body. I felt my nipples harden beneath my shirt. My arms wrapped around his neck as his hands squeezed my ass firmly. He lifted me off my feet with little effort, and I wrapped my legs around him. His lips left my body for only a moment as we stared hungrily at each other. My soft fingertips danced their way up Jack’s powerful chest. His shirt came off, and I felt a new wave of lust force its way through my body. I kissed his pecks as he ran his hands through my hair. “Oh, Jessica,” he moaned as I kissed him. I could sense from his words that he knew what we were doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. I loved the sensation of being desired.

As I kissed my way from Jack’s chest to his stomach, my feet found the ground again. I lowered myself to my knees and started working at freeing his cock. His fingers gently worked through my hair. Finally, his member was in my hands and then my mouth. My lips wrapped tightly around him. I heard him let out a grunt of pleasure as he worked deeper into my throat.

My fingers didn’t meet as they wrapped around his girth, and I sucked him noisily, gagging more than once. I could tell he was getting close. I felt as though I was on fire. Jack grabbed me by my sides, lifted me up, and turned me around. I braced myself against the wooden post. Jack’s strong hands wrapped around my waist, unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them over my butt. He gave me a hard spank. “Is this the kind of attention you wanted, Jessica?” he asked. I moaned and nodded my head as his hand once again smacked my ass.

His fingers slid between my legs, and I knew he could feel that I was already aching for him. “Good girl,” said Jack, his words making my body shudder with anticipation. I felt the swollen head of his thick cock press against my slit. Slowly, he pushed inside me.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. I felt as though I could feel Jack everywhere. He held me by the shoulders as I arched my back, beckoning him to go deeper and deeper. I wasn’t disappointed. Soon, the sound of our bodies moving as one filled the barn. My knees felt weak, but I knew I wouldn’t fall. Not while Jack had a hold of me.

I felt Jack’s cock stiffen inside me, his grunts turning more primal as he neared climax. “Cum for me, Jack,” I moaned. Jack’s cock exploded as he pulled out at the last second, his seed splattering on my ass. I felt empty without him inside me, but I savored his release.

We both tried to catch our breath, effortlessly floating back down to earth like feathers caught in the wind. “I heard you were trouble,” said Jack, sliding his shirt over his head and covering his magnificent torso.

“I guess you heard right,” I said with a wink. “You should probably get back to work,” I said with a smile. “Oh, and let’s keep this our little secret.”

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