Under the Rancher's Firm Hand

They did not catch it in time.

Macy had kicked her front legs high up, and I slid down her back to the ground, hard. My body crashed on the hard green grass and the soil from her heavy plodding away blinded me temporarily.

I heard a lot of “Hiyah!” and “Heel!”

I pushed myself into the ground face first and covered my head with my hands, hoping to prevent the worst of any damage from rogue hooves. I cowered until I felt warm hands touch mine, and a voice so calming I had to open my eyes.

Caleb was on his knees beside me, and his hands were on my midriff. I forgot the pain.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

It was a first for me to see such a lack of composure on his face. His normally place expression was scrunched. He was worried. I licked my lips and told him yes. I think I stuttered.

His hands were on my ankles, along my thighs, and up my back. They were tough and hard, squeezing through my flesh.

I tried to pull away, suddenly nervous and confused, but he held fast.

“I’m checking for any damage, Miss Sawyer. Are you sure you are alright?”

“I am, Caleb. I’m alright.”

“I don’t know what got into Macy, normally she doesn’t spook that easily. But the foremen have handled the rest of the herd,” he said without taking his eyes off of me.

Oh, how I wanted him then. “Is Macy ok?” I asked.

He nodded. “She took off back for the barn. She knows her way home, she’ll be all right. I really am sorry about that fall.”

“It’s fine, Caleb, really. I’m alright,” I repeated.

“You better come with me on my horse. It will be safer this way.”

Since I no longer had a horse and my back was a little achy from the fall, I could not disagree even if I wanted to. I definitely wasn’t up for the hike back. He helped me up first after wiping my knees down and checking my balance for me. He then hoisted himself up behind me. I smelled him. The sweat and tension and manly musk were back.

“Are you good? All set?” he asked. His arms sheltered my own as he took the reins.

“Never better,” I sighed.

He clicked his tongue and dug his heels into his horse’s side, and we rode.

It was about three minutes into the ride back when I noticed the bulging erection grinding against my ass. His breathing had heated up. His arms were sweaty and rubbing against my own. I could hear him behind my ear, and I could feel his hot gaze fixed over my shoulder against my bulging breasts, tightly held back by a red bra under my shirt.

His hands were so close to the aching juncture of my thighs. I leaned back into him and exhaled as the galloping sent pleasant vibrations humming through me. Slowly, carefully, I turned back to face him, and our lips collided.

I simply could not resist for one minute more. His lips tasted fresh and minty, and the soft cologne and sweat mixed along his neck and cheek made me let go entirely. I lost myself in him, kissed passionately and did not let go. I was floating. I was soaring. I was riding and meshing lips with my boss. My clit throbbed and I let my pride go. Confidently, he grabbed one of my legs and hitched it over the horse’s back, sitting me sidesaddle and dragging me back on his lab, his arm looped tight around my waist.

My hands clasped his shirt and his own felt me up from the waist up. If I could scream I would, but I threw my tongue in and played with his. My toes stretched and clenched when his thick bulge rubbed me with delicious friction, and we ground against each other on horseback.

It was reckless and thrilling, in all the ways I’d imagined and then some.

He stopped an eternity later and got off the horse. Soundlessly he lowered me to the ground too. We settled under a tree and before he laid me in a pillow of soft grass, he took his shirt off, spread it down and pushed me on top of it. His hands were rough as they tore through my shirt and bra, and I felt naked without my jeans hugging, protecting my flesh.

His tongue dipped and he gripped my panties with his teeth, dragging them down and out of the way before delving into my folds with that talented mouth.

“Caleb,” I moaned.

He hummed into me. He pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts. He sucked on my clit and lolled around it with the tip of his tongue.

I’ve touched myself, but I’ve never been touched by someone else before, let alone like this. His hands, his mouth, they were so skilled, I was falling.