A Man and His Horse- By Buckaroo
Jarrod was thoroughly exhausted. For more than two
hours he’d been carrying his saddle and his feet were blistered from
walking. By his recollection he still
had at least another hour before he saw the edges of camp. He didn’t even want to think of the razing
his brothers were going to give him.
He’d been sent out for strays and was coming back without anything to
show for his efforts except his saddle and a lost horse. Well, it wasn’t actually lost or even stolen
for that matter. Jarrod kicked the dirt
in frustration, lifted the saddle higher onto his stiff shoulders and kept
walking. Oh, if he got his hands on her
again...
Yesterday started out like any other on round up.
Nick was in a foul mood, under pressure to get the herd to market and Heath was
playing middle man to him and the men.
Jarrod decided escape was the best solution and opted to go looking for
strays. It would mean a night on his
own, but that only provided him more incentive, not less. So he went in search of strays. It went easy enough and he’d managed to round
up a half dozen by lunch. Late in the afternoon his luck went sour and he came
across ‘her’. Out in the middle of
nowhere a dark haired girl appeared and Jarrod, being the man that he was,
couldn’t just leave her. Riding closer,
he realized she was probably from Mexico judging by her features. Her long
black hair was tied in a braid down her back and her dark eyes were defined
with long lashes. Neither tall nor
short, she wore a white cotton blouse and a colorful
skirt that showed off her thin waist.
Admittedly, she was a very beautiful woman, but he had work to do and he
really didn’t need the added burden of looking after her. Still, he couldn’t
leave her on her own and he reluctantly asked, “You need some help, ma’am?”
Her dark features brightened and she all but
begged, “Please senor, I need your horse. I have to get home.” The woman’s
English was very good with only a hint of an accent.
Jarrod sympathized but he wasn’t about to give up
his horse to some stranger, “Well, you can’t have my horse, but I’ll try to
help any way I can.”
“Please! I will return it when I am done.” Her
voice sounded desperate and Jarrod could sense she was going to be hard to
convince he wasn’t giving up his horse.
“Look, I’ll give you a ride to our camp and we can
get you another horse, but you’re not getting this one. I’m already out far
enough I’m going to be spending the night on the trail. We can start that way
with these cattle and we’ll be there by tomorrow.”
Clearly frustrated, the woman had no choice but to
agree, “Fine senor, but I will gladly pay you for the use of your horse. I am
no beggar.”
Reaching out his hand, he offered firmly, “Climb on
and we’ll see that you get a horse, but you are not getting mine.”
Disgusted she was unable to convince him, she took his hand and straddled the saddle behind him.
“Please senor, will you not reconsider.” The hands around his waist dropped
lower as did her sultry voice, “I will make it worth your while.”
Shocked by her forwardness, Jarrod gasped at her
touch and removed her hands from his groin, “Stop that! I’m not giving you my
horse.” He tried to change the subject as he fought with her roaming hands, “Do
you have a name?”
“Carmen.” Her hands drifted lower but she kept them
away from his manhood and rather than continue to ward off her advances, he
left her be. At least she wasn’t
touching him now. “And do you have a
name Senor?”
“Jarrod...Jarrod Barkley.” Her fingers scratched at
the edge of his pants not quite touching him, but driving him to distraction.
“Barkley...I have heard of them. See you can afford
to give me your horse. You just get you
another one, yes?”
Snatching away the hand that was creeping back to
his lap, Jarrod snarled, “No!”
“You have fire inside you Senor Barkley. Perhaps
you will let me put it out.” Her hands
found his growing hardness and her touch brought a sigh of pleasure despite his
protests. Unable to take her teasing
anymore without embarrassing himself, he dismounted and rearranged the bulge in
his pants in an effort to make walking easier. Grabbing the reins he led the
horse and let her ride solo, grumbling the whole time.
“You need some relief Senor. Think how good it would feel to have a woman
touching that soft flesh of yours.”
Jarrod stopped and his shoulders slumped as her
words sent blood to his aching manhood.
Turning to look at her, he asked tersely, “Could you please refrain from
speaking or I’ll leave you right here and go on by myself.”
Carmen chuckled as she shook her head, “I do not
think so Senor Barkley. You are too much the gentleman to leave a woman,” she
batted her eyelashes at him and added, “All alone out here to fend for herself. No, you would never do that. I think I will stay
and see what kind of man you really are.”
Tugging on the reins, Jarrod kept walking,
muttering, “I somehow doubt you would ever have trouble being alone.”
“Did you say something, Senor?”
Glaring back at her, he forgot his manners, “I said
I should have just kept riding.”
“I will make it up to you, I promise, Senor?” Jarrod rolled his eyes skyward and groaned in
frustration. He walked for several
miles, having forgotten all about the strays he was supposed to be
collecting. The thought of spending a
night with this woman in his presence was making him hard and he had no
intention of giving her any satisfaction.
Only when the sun began to set did he finally stop for the night. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her from the
horse and Carmen took advantage of his closeness, nuzzling his neck on the way
down. His face flushed with desire, he
pushed her away and left her to remove his saddlebags. Handing them to her, he huffed, “See if you
can fix something to eat...do something useful.”
Carmen smiled, unfazed by his snide remark, “I can
do all sorts of useful things. Perhaps I
can show you something later.” Without
giving him a chance to respond, she took the offered saddlebags and turned
away, leaving him aching for more than just food.
“Arghhh!”
gruffed Jarrod. Her persistence was wearing on him and after
unsaddling his horse, he led it down to the stream hoping the cold water would
cool them both down. It didn’t and with a quick glance back towards camp he
could see she’d at least got a fire going and appeared to be fixing
something. Kneeling near the waters edge
he unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to touch his straining flesh. His erection sprang forth and he sighed with
relief. Grasping it firmly in his hand
he began stroking himself, resisting the urge to moan with pleasure. Hours of her teasing had made him hard beyond
belief and he needed some release. The
moment was shattered by her singsong voice at his back, “Senor Barkley, I will
do that for you later. Right now you need to eat...to keep up your strength.”
He turned his head sharply, and could see her at
the fire waving at him, sweetly.
Frustrated and angry, he ignored her and grabbed his flesh firmly,
pumping it faster and faster until his seed splashed into the water in front of
him. With only a second to catch his breath, he stood and buttoned his pants,
smiling in satisfaction. That would show
her! Humph! He squared his shoulders and walked back to camp.
Carmen smile deviously as he arrived looking smug,
“You did not need to do that Senor Barkley. I would have been happy to help you
out.”
“Don’t you ever stop?”
Shaking her head, Carmen flashed him a seductive
smile, “How can I stop with such a fine body to share my bed. I wish only to repay you for your kindness.”
“Well stop.
You are not getting my horse!” exclaimed Jarrod, his frustration
mounting once more. “Can’t we just
pretend to have a real conversation without all your innuendos.” He took the plate she offered and ate the
beans and hardtack, without actually tasting any of it. In his absence, Carmen had unbuttoned the top
buttons of her blouse, exposing a taste of what lie beneath. Her creamy flesh called out to him every time
he looked at her and sweat beaded on his face as the blood crept back to his
loins. By the time supper was over he
was in no better shape than he’d been in before supper. Thankfully Carmen remained silent, but Jarrod
found her silence as alluring as her words at been. Carmen handed him her plate as he rose to
clean them and she smiled warmly, “If you clean up, I will fix our bed.”
Holding on to his temper, Jarrod huffed, “Your
bed...I will be sleeping near my horse.
Do not take offense, but I do not trust you not to steal it as I sleep.”
Carmen actually laughed out loud as he walked away
and shouted to him, “Do not fear Senor Barkley. I would never take anything I
did not earn. I am not a thief.”
Jarrod muttered under his breath all the way to the
stream, “You are not getting my horse.
You are not getting my horse. You
are not getting my horse...”
******
It was pitch dark and Jarrod lie with the reins
wrapped tightly in his hands listening to the she devil sleeping. After supper, she’d taunted him unmercifully
until he finally left camp-with his horse, hoping she would be asleep when he
returned. Thankfully she was and he
found a place in the grass to catch some sleep, and before long his own eyes
drifted shut.
His dreams turned to the dark haired vixen and even
in his sleep she taunted him. Her hands
caressed his flesh through his straining pants and his hips arched in his
sleep, begging for more. As fingers
released buttons and his burgeoning flesh sprang free, his eyes jerked
open. Warm fingers that burned him like
fire touched his aching length and he realized he wasn’t just dreaming. He remained motionless and calmed his ragged
breath hoping to simulate sleep. His
need was so strong and her touch so tantalizing he was helpless to stop her
roaming hand as she grasped his hard shaft and stroked him. Carmen’s movements were soft and slow meant
not to wake him, but to tease him in his sleep.
As his breathing changed with her motions, she realized he was no longer
sleeping, but only pretending. She
smiled in the darkness and slowly lowered her head.
When her warm mouth engulfed the crown of his
pulsing erection, he couldn’t stop himself from groaning and he knew he been
caught. The pretense of sleep over,
Jarrod gave in to the sensations, too far gone to stop it now. Her mouth moved up and down his shaft, over
and over until he was writhing with need.
She seemed able to sense his building desire and stopped short of taking
him over the edge time and again. Never
had a woman teased him with such expertise and he was ready to scream for some
release. When her mouth left his manhood
and the cool night air brushed against his heated flesh, he sucked in air
sharply and cried out at the loss.
Panting with need and desire, Jarrod felt her hands
work their way up his shirt, unbuttoning it as she went until it hung open to
her explorations. His own hands tried to
find her soft flesh but whispered words nibbled in his ear stopped him, “Relax
and enjoy and you will not regret this night.”
Already past any point of resistance he could only
moan when she continued to taunt and tease his flesh with kisses. As her naked skin settled on top of him, his
hips thrust upward of their own accord, desperate for contact. Her fingers pinched his nipples and his moans
split the quiet night air against his will.
Jarrod could stand it no longer and grabbing her hips, he rolled them
both over. Pulling his pants over his
hips enough to free himself he crushed his aching erection against her. Gasping
for air in a ragged breath, he stayed still there...waiting for
permission. When her own hips thrust
upward grinding into his pulsing shaft he guided himself between her legs and
drove home in one hard thrust. Carmen
arched beneath him and he stayed buried deep inside letting her adjust to his
size and girth. With infinite slowness
he withdrew until only the tip of his blood engorged hardness remained and
pausing for a fraction of a second slammed forward. With each thrust he groaned with pleasure.
Carmen met him thrust for thrust and her own breathing was soon ragged and as
harsh as his own. His fingers slithered
between the two of them and found her sensitive bud and as he teased it, she
ground against him harder, driving him on.
His thrusts became shorter and faster, each one pounding into her until
he felt her inner muscles grip him tightly.
Carmen arched her back and Jarrod slammed into her with one more
powerful thrust, his own body exploding in time with hers. Tiny, erratic thrusts followed as he filled
her depths with his essence until nothing remained and he collapsed on top of
her. Sucking in great gulps of air, he
tried to calm his breathing and stop the trembling of his overworked
muscles. Lifting up on his elbows to
relieve her of some of his weight, he spoke in a husky voice, “You are still
not getting my horse.”
Carmen’s fingers brushed his sensitive flesh and
she felt his muscles ripple under her touch.
She sighed in a passionate, half whisper, “The night is still not over Senor
Barkley.” Her hands drifted to his bare
buttocks and grasping them firmly, forced his softening flesh deeper into her
warm tunnel. With no will left to fight
her eagerness, Jarrod succumbed to her seductive power. Leaning down, he kissed her with unbridled
passion until they were both breathless and his flesh began filling her core
once more. This time it was him that
teased her until she begged for release.
His hands found her firm mounds and squeezed the soft flesh, pulling on
the tight nubs making her shudder with unfulfilled need. Her pleas filled the air and his shaft
pierced her depths harder and harder. No
longer able to hold back his own desire, he lifted himself up and wrapping his
elbows under her knees pulled her closer.
The position allowed him greater penetration and Carmen moaned with
ecstasy as he pushed himself deeper inside her aching wetness. His thrusts grew
shorter and faster as he felt his body begin to tense with release. Carmen felt his sac brush against her thighs
and buttocks as he slammed into her and she begged for more, “Mas rapido, por
favor!!!”
Jarrod thrust faster and faster, the sweat pouring
off him as he strained against her, embarrassed by his need. Never had he felt such desperation and his
own body begged him for release. He
pounded into her sharply and when her body started to tremble, his own flesh
tingled with excitement. Her fingers
gripped his thighs and she arched into him as she screamed with delight, “Jarroooddddd!!” His name on her lips sent him over the edge
and he thrust hard a final time, arched his back and spilled his seed deep
inside as her muscles milked him to completion.
This time he sank down beside her and pulled her into his embrace,
neither one saying a word. Their harsh
breathing the only indication of the pleasure they shared. As the night air began to chill their heated
flesh, Jarrod retrieved the blankets and covered them both.
More times than Jarrod could every recall they made
love that night, and each time was no less fulfilling than the one before. In the wee hours of the morning their bodies
could take no more and they fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
....Jarrod continued to walk, but the load seemed a
little lighter than before. As he neared
the edge of camp, he cringed at the voice that boomed over the sound of mewing
cattle, “Jarrod! Where the hell have you been and where is your horse?” As both brothers advanced on him, Jarrod
wearily dropped the saddle and sat down to rest.
Heath grabbed his canteen and dismounting, offered
it to his oldest brother, “You look plum tuckered there big brother. Where’s your horse?”
Taking the offered canteen, Jarrod drank it slowly
but savored every drop. As he finished up, he poured some over his head and let
it cool his heated skin. Reluctantly, he
looked up at them and told them plainly, “I lost my horse.”
Nick planted his hands on his hips and glared at
him in disbelief, “You lost your horse.
Tell me big brother, how does one lose a horse?”
Jarrod shook his head, “I doubt you’d believe me
Nick, but a woman took it while I was sleeping.”
Biting his lip to keep his mirth from exploding,
Nick could hold it back no longer when Heath snickered. Both men howled with
laughter, and Jarrod hung his head in frustration knowing he would never hear
the end of this one. “So you fell asleep
and some woman just came along and stole your horse.”
Getting to his feet, Jarrod reached for his saddle
and mumbled, “Something like that.”
Heath showed some mercy and relieved him of the
saddle as they walked into camp. Nick
couldn’t stop laughing and questioned him all the way back, “How’d ya know it
was a woman if you was sleepin?”
“I gave her a ride and when I woke up my horse was
gone.”
“Reckon we ought to contact the sheriff?”
Jarrod’s eyes widened and he stammered, “No. She
just wanted to get home. No need to go to so much trouble for one horse.”
Nick shook his head and hurried on ahead, “Yer
call, but if it were me, I’d of never let no woman take my horse.”
Laughter followed in his wake and Jarrod mumbled
under his breath, “You wouldn’t have stood a chance brother Nick.”
Heath eyed Jarrod curiously, and flashed him a
lop-sided grin, “Reckon she got more than your horse. Looks
to me like she got the shirt off your back. If’n I was you I’d
be hidin’ them scratches on yer back or you will
never hear the end of it from Nick.”
His hands reached back and found the scratches
Heath was referring to. A smile graced his face as he recalled how he’d gotten
them and he dropped his head to hide the redness in his face. Heath chuckled, “There’s an extra shirt in my
saddlebags.”
Jarrod sighed his relief
and Heath stopped long enough for him to retrieve it. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
“I reckon this is one story where hearin’ it would be payment enough,” laughed Heath.
Putting on the shirt and buttoning it up, Jarrod
shook his head and smiled, “Well I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Jarrod’s
eyes gleamed mischievously and he chuckled, “She earned every penny of that horse
and then some, brother Heath....and then some!” Heath threw his head back and laughed out
loud and Jarrod couldn’t help but laugh at his own misfortune. He never thought losing a horse could be so down
right enjoyable.
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THE END