“I don’t want anyone to hear us,” I said.
“There’s a storm outside. If there was ever a time for some hot and noisy sex, it’s tonight.”
He was right, it was pouring down rain outside and we were in the loft of the barn. There was no way anyone would hear us up there. I got excited at the notion that I could scream out if I wanted to. There was something so naughty about the idea of being really noisy and not caring at all about it.
“Oh, you like it when I’m noisy?” I asked him.
“I fucking love it.”
“Game on,” I joked.
Garrett thrust hard into me and I delivered a loud scream that would have rivaled any porn star. It was a fake scream, just to tease him though. But instead of teasing him, my scream drew a powerful thrust from him. He really did like hearing my moans and thrust after thrust he delivered to me in an effort to make me scream louder and louder.
I liked pleasing him. In all of our time together, I liked that we could tell each other what we wanted to try and there was no judgment. We were having fun with each other and on that night, it was no different. Soon my moans weren’t fake at all. I was enjoying our rough sex and getting more turned on by the moment.
“Harder,” I moaned out as my fingers dug deep into his back.
His thrusts were pleasuring my body in a new way and it had me sh
aking with desire even before I had released in orgasm. I loved it. I held onto him as our thrusts shook the barn. It was a good thing there was a storm outside, or everyone on the ranch would have known just how much pleasure Garrett was giving to me.
“Yes,” he groaned deeply.
His eyes were closed and there were beads of sweat forming on his brow. He was enjoying himself just as much as I was. So, I closed my eyes and continued our little game of thrusting and screaming. It felt primal to thrust my hips against him and feel him deep inside of me.
I had had some rough sex with a boyfriend in my past, but it had just been an act. I wasn’t into it and he wasn’t good at it. But with Garrett, I felt a desire to have more and more from him. I loved watching his body as he put every effort into his thrusts. I wanted to see how much more he could give. How much harder he could thrust. I loved that we were experimenting and having fun with our night. It was certainly an evening I wouldn’t soon forget.
Over and over again he pressed into me and I moaned out. The storm outside was still causing plenty of noise so I stopped worrying about anyone hearing us. We were going to screw ourselves right into passing out from exhaustion and I treasured it.
“More,” I breathed as our bodies started to sweat and stick together. “I want more.”
Garrett opened his eyes for a moment to look into mine and then he leaned down to kiss me. His lips stayed on mine just for a moment and then he took a deep breath before delivering his final symphony of thrusts that finished both me and him off for the night. I felt the sweat dripping from his chest as my hands ran up and down him and encouraged his movements. I wanted him to know I was enjoying every last moment of our night together.
As Garrett collapsed next to me, my legs shook from the exertion. It was a good thing we had already decided to sleep in the barn, because there was no way I was going to make it down the ladder, my whole body was exhausted. I really didn’t know if I’d be able to make it down the ladder by morning, I hadn’t had that good of a workout in months.
“Now that was fun,” Garrett said as his sweat soaked body heaved up and down.
He took in some deep breaths as he tried to calm himself and I couldn’t help but lean my sweaty body up next to his. It was at that moment that I felt totally at peace. I didn’t feel judged by Garrett. I didn’t feel like he wanted anything more from me than I wanted to give him. There was no agenda between us, no worrying about who wanted something from the other person. We didn’t have friends or social circles that we had to worry about. There was nothing else to our relationship than just the two of us and it was a wonderful partnership so far.
“What time is it?” I asked as I looked at his watch.
“Two o’clock.”
I laughed at his watch and examined it a little bit. That watch was such a running joke between all the ranch hands that I couldn’t help but think about the new guy my father had finally hired.
“Didn’t my father finally hire a new guy this week?”
“Yes, some young kid who had been hitchhiking I think. It’s good to have some fresh blood. I think the guys were getting tired of shoveling horse crap.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t believe he went so long without hiring someone. We were getting pretty damn shorthanded. Have you all told him how to wake up in the mornings yet?”
“Oh, no way. They tortured me for weeks with that. I’m not going to give in that easily. He’s got at least another week of missing breakfast before we get him a watch.”
Because all of the ranch hands had the same joke pulled on them, it seemed like new hires had to spend longer and longer periods of time not knowing how to wake up. If it had been up to me, I’d have just put an alarm clock in the bunkhouse and been done with it, but my father said it was a bonding thing with the men and to stay out of it.
“You guys are so mean to each other. It’s a wonder you can keep any new hires at all.”
We both laughed as we cuddled up together and listened to the rain. I was joking with Garrett about the new hires. I knew that since Garrett had become the lead ranch hand we had actually kept almost all of the old workers. Our rate of men leaving had declined rapidly and I blamed it all on Garrett. He got along well with the men and they respected him. Garrett worked just as hard, or harder, than the other ranch hands and that gave them the perfect example of what to work towards.