Buck's luck began to improve and he even wound up with a full house which he put on display in front of the astonished ranch hands. With every carefully executed round of poker, he inched closer to victory meaning that he'd grab that condom, walk into the barn and close the door behind them.
Leaving the rest of them to imagine what would be going on inside. Only that's all they'd do because he planned to persuade Melissa to go along with his plan to convince the other hands that he had branded her first. But as he drew a pair of threes, he wondered how she would handle that. Would she put her hands on those nicely flared hips of hers and lecture him about how she was a fully grown woman not a horse?
Well she could talk all she liked but if she left the barn without going along with it, she'd run into a heap of trouble working on the ranch. After all, having a female working alongside the men riding hard and getting dirty doing ranching work from sunrise to sunset had broken all kinds of rules on the ranch. It just wasn't heard of, because women pitched in but not with the grueling and often dangerous daily grind.
"Buck, you're looking like you're going to clean up here," Slim said sighing," Sure picked your game well."
Buck focused on his cards, yeah he sure did because he knew he'd win for sure this way, cause the only person who could beat him was inside the barn. But Dylan still believed that it would be him going inside the barn to meet up with Melissa and he won just enough hands to keep him hopeful.
"I got plenty of good chances left," Dylan said, "and when I go inside, I'll even let her pick out the spot where I'll nail her."
Slim chuckled.
"Right against that far wall works for me," he said, "Just get naked and then try not to get splinters in her back."
"I'll dip my wick in her anyway she likes it," Carlton said, "and I'll grind it inside her until it makes her scream."
Buck's hands balled into fists at his side. Their raunchy talk grated on him and made him even more determined to win the next couple of hands and end this so it would be him walking inside.
And then what?
He would get her to see why his plan to handle this would be the best before she had a chance to tell him off. He would just talk some sense into her and not be thinking about what he'd rather do instead.
How much he'd rather be tasting those sweet lips, plump and pliant beneath his own mouth, the headiness of her scent reaching him just before he plunged his tongue in between those lips. Would she allow him to do that or turn away, in his fantasies she'd suck on his tongue enough to drive him crazy.
His hands would ride across her shirt, easing their way underneath the fabric to caress her silky skin underneath right up to the lower curve of her breasts. He didn't know if she favored bras over camisoles but he'd love to have that mystery solved with his fingers. When he palmed her breasts with his hands even between the two pieces of clothing, she'd lean against him and sigh, he knew it.
Then he'd whisper something in her ear to make her nipples go hard.
He sighed as he waited to make his decision to draw another card or to keep his hand. No, she probably wouldn't do any of that if he put any moves on her when he went in the barn. He didn't think she'd exactly blush and act all demure but she probably would be as likely to slap him as any of the other guys. Better stick to protecting her from the other men.
And just as much, from him as his thoughts became less than chaste.
Melissa heard the men laughing and thought about stepping outside and asking them if she could join in their poker game but figured they'd just tell her to get lost.
Even Buck who she had gotten the better of once or twice probably wouldn't welcome her in their midst. So instead she went to get some hay for her mare's nose bag and listened to the mare nicker contently as she dug in for her meal. She thought about heading back to the house to take that cold shower she really needed about now but...
She returned back to the groom's room and sat back down on the cot. The mattress groaned beneath her and she lay back on the comforter on top of it and looked up at the ceiling. Spider webs dominated the corners and the wood had cracked in several places but the damp heat hadn't penetrated the walls yet so it still felt cool. The cot was sturdy but comfortable and wide enough to fit two people if they overlapped meaning if they were wrapped up in each other's arms.
Even a large guy like Buck, who she'd love to have lying there right now...oh the things she would do to make sure he didn't fall out of bed. But since that wasn't happening soon, she had some needs to take care of first. She had to take an edge off of what she was feeling right now.
She closed her eyes and she unsnapped her jeans and when she pulled the zipper down, the rasping sound filled the room. But there wasn't anyone there to listen so she sighed as she slipped a hand beneath her pants right to her lacy panties.
Working all day on a ranch could be brutal on lingerie but she splurged on lacy panties in different shades of the rainbow like scarlet red, royal blue and ebony. Her little secret that she kept from everyone else around her, that beneath her masculine attire, Melissa was all woman.
She had started to caress herself on top of her panties so that the silky part of them rubbed tenderly against her pussy, oh yeah that felt nice she decided, as she felt the familiar of niceness that flickered in that area of her body before it turned naughty. The dampness in her pussy soon soaked through and by the time she slid her fingers beneath the fabric, she felt the slickness of arousal. She rubbed the folds created by pinkish lips that were cloaked by soft brown curls and circled her clit lazily at first, not wanting to feel the intensity of its awareness right away.
But it wasn't her hands strumming the sensitive tissue, they were Bucks and the cries as she began to rock her hips were for him. And then he traded his fingers with his mouth and the sensations only intensified. He'd kiss her inner thighs, tickling them with his mustache all the way up to her waiting pussy and his tongue would trace a trail of heat around her soft lips, plying them apart so he could thrust along the cleft to her clit. She'd buck off of the mattress when he did that, unable to control herself, because of the pulsations of pleasure that would penetrate deeper than his tongue could go.
She traced a finger, circling her clit imagining that it was Buck's tongue and she thrust a finger inside her slick channel, as his tongue breached inside of her. She'd always fantasized about having a man's mouth on her, strumming her pussy into a crescendo of pleasure. But never thought...
She still didn't as she rubbed her fingers even more intensely over her clit biting back her cries even though no one could hear them. Her heart raced, her breath became more ragged and her other hand clenched the mattress. Oh god, she felt frustrated when her orgasm hit her with such force.
Because she opened her eyes and found herself lying by herself in the groom's room with the man she needed nowhere in sight.
Buck collected his winnings and looked around him at the crestfallen faces surrounding him. No doubt more than a few erections had just deflated as a result of his winning straight. Even Dylan just glared at him, tossing down his three of a kind.
Whoa that had been close, too close.
Best news for Dylan because there was no way that he'd be stepping foot in the barn to claim his prize anyway.
The men got up one by one after he did and slapped him on the back.
"Congratulations Buck..."
"Good job..."
"Don't keep her waiting..."
"Nail her good..."
He almost punched Carlton out for that line but he left them to head inside the barn.
"Hey Buck, you forgot something..."
He turned to look at Dylan who held up the small foil wrapped square before tossing it to him. Buck caught it deftly and slipped it in his pocket before heading into the barn.
Melissa came back down to earth gradually after her orgasm. It hadn't sated her but had taken off the edge enough so she'd make it to the house in time for that nice cold shower.
But the only thing that would really satisfy her right now was a good hard man. She'd never find one here so maybe if after her shower she got dressed in the only other dress she owned and some nice heels and went to the club, she could start out the night by doing some dirty dancing and then decide whether or not to take it to a motel room.
She was 19, living on her own, holding a full-timed job and if she wanted to find a guy to fuck in her spare time, who would judge her for that? Other women did that; they just wouldn't have to be teased by a group of men the next day while out riding on the ranch.
