Rawhide

By Jen

Preface: To understand this, you guys have to know what Rawhide is! It’s this tourist trap in Phoenix that’s basically a remake of an old Western town. They have shootouts in the middle of the street and saloons and panning for gold.....and a jail....

"It is too fucking hot to be here," you mutter to your friend, Jill, who is busy petting a big smelly donkey.

"Wimp," she comments with a grin, straightening up to stretch a little. "What can I say? Welcome to Arizona." You groan and run a hand through your sweaty hair.

"Who’s idea was it to come here anyway?" you grumble, fanning yourself with your map of Rawhide, the tourist ghost town that you were visiting in the middle of the freakin desert. She shrugs.

"Come here to Rawhide or come here to Arizona to visit me?" she asks.

"Both."

"Yours," she replied with a grin. "I swear, you non-Arizonans are wimps, utter wimps." You swat at her with all of the energy you have, but you miss and she cracks up. "Come on, Party Pooper," she says, pulling on your arm. "Let’s go check out what’s going on over there."

You look up to see a crowd gathered around two men dressed up in old cowboy costumes. They’re having a shootout in the middle of the street and despite the heat, you smile to yourself and clap with the rest of the crowd. You eyes travel across the street and come to rest on the town jail. You look curiously at the group of teenagers gathered around, laughing at a boy that is stuck in the jail, yelling at all of them.

"You guys are gonna pay for this!" he yells, shaking his handcuffed fists. His friends all laughed and started throwing cups of water at him, making him growl.

"Kids," Jill says, shaking her head at the group. "Come on, let’s get out of here." You shake your head.

"I wanted to pan for gold," you protest.

"You’re the one who can’t deal with the 110 degrees," she argues. You shrug and head towards the cave where they have the gold attraction.

"Yeah, but the cave won’t be so bad," you point out.

"Alright, tell you what," she says with a laugh. "I’m gonna go get a drink in the saloon, ok?" You nod and head towards the cave when a flicker of light catches your eye. You turn slightly to see a cowboy.

The bright Arizona sun is flickering off of his gun and you realize that that’s what had caught your eye. That sure looks real, you think just before the man lets out a very real gunshot into the air.

"Alright, everyone fucking freeze!" he shouts, waving the gun through the crowd. You gasp and grab the nearest bench as you catch a glimpse of the barrel of the gun. "I mean it!" the man shouts as a few other men in costumes creep up behind him. "Get the purses," he tells them.

"And get everyone in hiding." You can’t find Jill anywhere, but you stop looking as one of the creeps grabs your arm.

"Watch it," you growl at him, not happy to have your afternoon interrupted.

"Watch it?" the guy snaps at you. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He grabs your arm and roughly yanks you away from the cave and towards the town.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" you shoot back, making his eyes grow dark in fury.

"Alright, you little bitch," he snaps, tossing you onto the wooden sidewalk. "You’re going to jail with the other smartass that gave me trouble."

"Wait!" you yelp as he shoves you into the dark building. He slams the door behind him and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, shoving you into a dark cell.

"Hey," a soft voice threatens. "Don’t shove the lady, bucko." You turn around to see a dark form sitting on the dirty floor of the cell.

Your capturer snarls at the man in the cell. "Mind your own business asshole," he growls, drawing his hand back to smack the man in the side of the head. Surprisingly, it doesn’t faze him.

"I said don’t touch her!" he says again, staring the man straight in the eye. Your eyes start to adjust to the darkness and you gasp when you see how blue these man’s eyes are. His brown curls are falling onto his forehead and the vein pulsing in his temple shows how angry he is.

"Whatever, babyface," the man snarls, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and looking at you with an evil grin. "Keep your trap shut, boy, or I’m gonna hurt her more than I plan to." You whimper as he shoves you to the floor and handcuffs you to the bars of the cell.

"Please don’t hurt me," you say softly, tugging on the bars. He smiles down at you.

"Guess you won’t be so quick to talk next time," he says, leaning down to lick your cheek. You almost gag when he pulls away and grins at your cellmate. "You two have fun," he growls, locking the cell as he leaves.

"Who knows how long it’ll be until you see daylight."

"Oh my God, are you ok?" the man next to you says, scrambling over to you to check to see if you’re hurt. You tug on the handcuffs once more and sigh, finally look up at him.

"I’m fine, but my ego sure is....." your voice trails off as you realize that you know those startling blue eyes. Joe McIntyre.

"Bruised, right?" he says with a smile, reaching up to wipe your cheek of the man’s icky saliva.

"Yeah," you say softly, not able to tear your gaze away from his.

Suddenly, you can’t feel the hard metal that’s clamped around your wrists anymore.

"You sure you’re ok?" he asks, equally as softly. At your nod, he settles down next to you and shakes your captured hand. "I’m Joe." The way he says it is almost comical.

"Nice to meet you," you giggle, attempting to shake his hand back.

You settle yourself into a more comfortable position which makes you smack into Joe’s shoulder. "I’m __________," you grunt. "Sorry."

"No problem," he says, rubbing his shoulder and grinning. "Beautiful name."

"Thanks." The room falls silent as the two of you listen to the sounds outside, which are getting quieter as the spectators calm down. "How’d we get stuck in here?" you wonder out loud, surprised at how calm you are to be stuck in a cell with Joe McIntyre.

"I don’t know, fate?" he says with a shrug, looking at you quickly before turning away. The grin on his face makes you raise your eyebrows.

"What?" you ask, very aware of his knee that’s pressing into your leg. Just his presence is making you see fireworks.

"Nothing, I was just thinking how kinky this all is," he comments with a laugh, motioning to your handcuffs.

"It is, isn’t it?" you comment, clanking the handcuffs against the bars for effect. You can’t help it when your gaze travels down the length of his body, causing your whole body to grow warm. When you reach his face again, you find him staring at you knowingly. Your face blushes bright red and you thank the man for leaving it dark.

"What are you thinking about?" Joe asks, reaching out to touch your hip lightly. You swallow.

"I’m thinking that your hand feels a little too good there," you say, boldly, not breaking eye contact.

"So, _____________, do you ever have fantasies?" Joe’s voice is getting huskier by the minute and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning out loud. If he only knew.

"I’m human, aren’t I?" you ask, softly.

"You sure are." Joe’s hand travels down to your knee and gently begins to massage the skin right above it. "So have you ever acted on one of your fantasies?" You swallow again and watch his hand and it creeps up.

"No, I haven’t," you say. "But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t wanted to." Your eyes catch his again and you know exactly where this conversation is going. The weird thing is that you want this to happen.

"Me too," he says, his eyes boring into yours. "In fact, I’ve always wanted to act on the stranger fantasy, but I’ve never had the chance."

His eyes wander up to the handcuffs that are surrounding your wrists and you know exactly where his thoughts are.

"So kiss me," you state matter-of-factly.

"What?" Joe is even surprised at your boldness.

"Kiss me, Joe," you repeat, licking your lips. "Please." He smiles when you say please and quickly moves in front of you.

"No need to beg, my dear," he murmurs just before he lowers his hot mouth to yours. His big hands wrap around your waist and squeeze gently as his tongue licks at your lips, asking for entrance. You gladly open your mouth and touch him with the one thing you can touch him with....your tongue. Your legs move up his legs involuntarily, needing to touch him as his hands move up your stomach to cup your breasts. He sighs into your mouth and sucks on your bottom lip and your tongue before he pulls back, causing you to groan in protest. "Sorry, baby," he says, removing his shirt quickly and moving his hand back to your breast to squeeze it softly. You ache to touch him and you yank at the handcuffs, but to no avail.

"Touch me," you whimper, moving your hips up. He smiles, enjoying the control that he has as the hand that isn’t busy playing with your nipple moves up your right leg and into your shorts.

"You want me," he states simply, drawing his hand back to remove your shorts quickly. You nod and move your hips up to help him remove them.

"Now," you say roughly, surprised at your own voice. He looks up from his task and tosses your shorts across the room, reaching for his own pants.

"Patience," he says with a smile, removing his pants quickly. You so want to do that for him, but realize that in your state, you can’t.

"Leave your boots on," you say through clenched teeth, running your bare leg up his inner thigh and causing him to groan.

"My kind of woman," he says, moving in between your legs to cover you.

His mouth finds yours again as he tugs on the buttons of your shirt and you smile, remembering that you almost wore a T-shirt instead, but had decided against it last minute. The shirt can’t come off all the way because of the handcuffs, but he yanks it open and pushed your bra up to give his mouth access to your breasts, tugging and teasing your nipples with his tongue. You groan and lean your head back against the bars, your legs moving up even more with the need to touch him in every way you can. His hands soon replace his mouth as he moves down to lick your stomach and then your inner thighs, teasing you with his breath.

"Joe," you beg, your back arching. He brings a hand up to your mouth, tracing your lips with his finger as he runs his tongue along your thigh. You run your tongue around his finger and bring it into your mouth, sucking vigorously. Your mouth has a need to be doing something and Joe moans at the sensation that you are creating in his hand.

"I wonder how you taste," he murmurs against your wetness before he tests it for himself, causing your hips to rise off of the floor. Your hands clutch the bars and you cry out as you feel his tongue tasting you, moving to tease your clit and then back down to where his fingers had been moments before. The faster his tongue moves, the more your hips thrash on the cell floor and you beg for him to release you.

The more you beg, the deeper and faster his tongue goes and soon you’re crying in not one, but two orgasms in a row, your teeth clenched tightly together as your whole body relaxes against the bars, not caring about the dirty ground. Joe moves up and starts to suckle your breast softly, his hand caressing your stomach as he moves up to kiss your neck and then your earlobe, his tongue darting inside.

"Do you want me?" he groans into your ear, feeling your leg move up to caress his erection, which is pressing against your stomach. You move your head to his ear and attack it with your tongue, sucking at the lobe and biting gently, causing him to groan as he feels your hot breath whisper,

"Now."

"Yes master," he says with a chuckle as his mouth captures yours once more just as he thrusts himself into you, groaning as you do when he feels you tighten around him. Your arms strain against the handcuffs that are preventing you from touching him, but he makes up for it by thrusting into you harder, his hands reaching down to your backside to lift you up to meet his thrusts. You feel a drop of sweat fall from his brow onto your cheek and you reach up with your tongue to lick it off.

"Oh God," you moan, tossing your head back. He thrusts into you again and again, moving faster and faster as he goes and you groan as you feel yourself begin to cum, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. Joe cries out as he feels you tighten around him and he thrusts into you one final time, going deeper then you ever imagined possible as he empties himself into you, collapsing onto your chest in exhaustion. The two of you stay like that, with him still inside you, for about five minutes before he picks himself up and pulls out of you, causing you to grit your teeth together.

"Wow," he says, staring at you. "That was....that was..."

"Incredible," you tell him with a smile. He nods and pulls your bra back down, buttoning your shirt back up. The two of you look up quickly as you hear sirens coming from outside.

"Shit," Joe mumbles, finding your shorts and pulling them back onto you.

"Hurry," you say, lifting your hips. By the time the door opens, you are both dressed and Joe is sitting on the opposite side of the cell.

"Are you folks ok?" a policeman asks, stepping into the room to open the cell.

"Yeah, but could you get me out of these?" you ask, sneaking a look at Joe. The officer nods and undoes the handcuffs, helping you up.

"It’s all over, folks, we’ve got them all in custody," he informs you.

"So you can go home now." Joe gets up and brushes the dirt off of his pants.

"Hey," he says, putting a hand on the officer’s shoulder and whispering something into his ear.

"Sure, kid," the officer said with a grin as he handed Joe the handcuffs with a set of keys. "Just be careful." As he left the cell, he laughed, muttering, "Kids."

"Joe, why in the...."

"Shhh." Joe puts a finger to your lips and holds up the handcuffs.

"Let’s get out of here." You grin and wrap your arm around his waist as you lead each other out.

"Alright," you say. "But you’d better get used to those things."

The End

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