#{adult!jack}

 So when the notepad came to you, you reluctantly wrote your name down. Was it stupid? Yes. But the sun had gone down long ago and you didn't feel like traveling all the way home in the dark. And though you didn't want to admit it, a part of you was curious to see where all of this would lead to. Some of the patrons left much to be desired, but others... well, you wondered just how lucky one person could be.

 Multiple people had gone before you, some squealing with excitement and others trying to keep a polite look on their face. No one had picked your name. Maybe it was for the better. The circle was slowly dwindling, the ones who had participated moving away to their own tables to finish their drinks, or finally having enough for the night and leaving. Before you knew it, the hat was presented to you, the man behind the game giving you a toothy grin. You stuck your hand in, shuffled the papers around and finally grasped one between your thumb and index finger. Pulling it out, you look at the name written down.

 Jack Marston

 You do what you had seen the other players do: slip the paper into your pocket and call out the name. It takes a second, but a young man finally stands up. He's one of the better looking patrons, sporting a mustache and goatee, his dark hair reaching just above his shoulders. His face is hard as he walks up, standing before you and waiting patiently. You give him a smile, and greet him, though the pleasantries don't last long. The man is ushering you two into the backroom, and your partner, Jack, is raising his voice and swatting his hands away. You make room for him, and when the door shuts, you're both enveloped in darkness. You didn't know what you'd expect, honestly, but this wasn't exactly it.

“Have you ever... played before?” you ask slowly, now curious to know what you were supposed to do. Jack lets out a small scoff.

“No,” His response is curt, and it pulls a soft sigh from you. However, you hear him shuffle, taking small footsteps – was he attempting to move towards you? “But, I suppose it's whatever you wanna do?”

“Oh, so I'm taking the lead on this?” you tease. There's a huff, but you can't stop the smile that dances across your lips. Your eyes are slowly adjusting to the dark, and it's just enough to where you can see his form standing right in front of you. Slowly reaching out, you take his beige jacket into your hands, gripping softly. You tug at the material, enough to give him a hint, but also give him a chance to back out. You can feel him lean forward, and you can smell the whiskey mixed with tobacco on his breath. It's enough to make you lightheaded.

“This what you want?” he breathes out, fumbling a bit in the dark to place his hands on your hips. You nod at first, but you quickly let out an approving hum when you're not sure if he can see your gesture. It takes a couple seconds, and you feel him hesitate as he leans in. You can tell his lips are parted, his breath coming out in soft puffs as he hovers just above your mouth. You meet him halfway, pressing your lips against his. It's awkward for a moment, the two of you pulling back just slightly here and there to adjust. When you both find a comfortable position, you slowly release his coat, sliding your hands up. You start from his chest and trail up to his shoulders, gripping softly before continuing up to his jaw and eventually cupping his face. He tugs at your hips a bit, pulling you closer to him.

 When his arm wraps around your waist and his free hand goes up to tangle itself in your hair, you find yourself parting your lips and letting his tongue slip inside. He's slow, giving you ample time to pull away and tell him to stop, but you don't. Instead, you start up a game of your own, pushing your tongue against his. The soft groan you pull from him is enough for you to knock his hat off, your own hands flying up to his hair and taking fistfuls, tugging and gasping when he's pushing you back and against a wall. His lips finally leave yours, and he kisses down past your jawline and to your neck. His hot kisses soon to turn gentle nips that get harder when you let out soft mewls and squeaks. The hand that was once in your hair goes down to your shirt, playing with one of the buttons. When you give him the go ahead, he undoes the button, and then the next. But before he could work on the third one, there's a loud knock on the door, and the man is telling you both your time is up. Jack lets out an irritated groan, but he gives you one last lingering kiss before moving away. You know your face is red, and you're almost embarrassed to leave the little room.

“C'mon, darlin',” Jack instructs. You squint your eyes when the door opens, the lights nearly blinding. Retrieving his hat, Jack hooks an arm around your waist and walks you out into the bar, the whistling starting up just like with the previous players. You try to ignore them, busy on buttoning your shirt back up before Jack's soft chuckling catches your attention.

“And just what is so funny?” you ask him. His eyes are glued to your neck, and you put the pieces together, a hand flying up to the bruising mark he had left behind. “That ain't funny, Jack...”

“Never said it was,” He reaches up to undo his red neckerchief, handing it over to you. You hesitate for a moment before finally taking it and tying it around your neck, hoping it covers. “Could I walk ya home?”

“I don't live close by,” you tell him softly. Shrugging his shoulders, he walks you out of the bar, your steps slow and almost unsure.

“Then lemme follow you home,” he offers, “Make sure you get there safe.”

“Mr. Marston, are you tryin' to be sweet on me?” you tease. He stops next to you, looking around with the smallest smile on his face, mouth hanging open but he can't get the words out.

“Well now, I suppose I am,” he finally says. A low hum escapes you as you look him over once more. He seemed friendly enough, and the more you spent time with him, the more he grew on you.

The closer you get to Saint Denis, the more you realize what's going on. Jack has finally taken you over to the big city. He's got such a smug look on his face when the ferry comes into the docks, and an even smugger look when he's checking the two of you into the hotel.

"We've got a week here, sweetheart. We can do whatever you fancy." And he means that, he's happy to do anything you want for the week.

You're a few days in when you wake up one night to find that Jack isn't beside you. As you sit up, you notice him through the balcony doors. He's stood on the balcony, his forearms resting on the railing as he looks out over the city.

He keeps dipping his head down, almost as if he's looking at something in his hands. Maybe he has his sketchbook out? It doesn't quite look like it, but you leave him to it and go back to sleep.

Jack gets a bit carried away with buying himself some new clothes; a load of very fine looking suits. You know he's going to be showing those outfits off when he's back in the Blackwater Saloon playing poker.

On the last night there, you go for an evening walk with Jack. He told you to dress up, because "why not? it's our last night here. Let's try and blend in with the locals."

You watch the sunset on the pier with him after going for dinner together. He's stood with his arm around your waist overlooking the water, and you've noticed the way he's nervously fiddling with your clothing, and how clammy his hands seem as he keeps wiping them off on his blazer.

He's unbelievably nervous. He knew he'd get nervous, but this is waaaaay more than he was expecting. The last time he felt like this was during that short walk he took along the river before finding Ross, but that was a different kind of nervous.

Jack's thought time and time again about how to say it. Should he be mushy and begin telling you how much he loves you? Should he ask to tie your shoelace and pull the ring out then? He just can't settle on one.

Something catches Jacks eye as he's looking out at the water and an idea springs to mind.

"Is that a dolphin?" Jack asks as he points out at the water. You say "where?!" excitingly, and Jack continues to vaguely point out whilst urging you forward.

"What do you mean you can't see it? It's right there!" he tells you, gently laughing (though it's a nervous laugh.)

Your hands rest on the railing, squinting as you look out at the water for that damn dolphin. You've paid no attention to the fact that Jacks hand has disappeared from your waist, or the fact that he's taken a step back from you.

"You must be playing tricks on me-" you begin to tut as you turn back to him, ready to tell him off for playing another joke on you.

He's settling on one knee, the ring between his fingers as his other hand reaches forward to gently take yours. He tells you all the mushy stuff, about how much he adores you, how much you mean to him, etcetc.

Yes, Jack is sobbing as he puts the ring on your finger, and you can taste his tears on his lips as he stands to give you a kiss.

Jack tends to do his ranch work shirtless, simply because he sweats so much. But he catches you staring one day and notices straight away how flustered you look at the sight of Jack all sweaty and working away, so now he ALWAYS does ranch work shirtless, even if it's cold outside, just to be a tease.

His jaw dropped to the floor when you came out to help him work one afternoon also shirtless, your suspenders teasingly covering your nipples. He dragged you straight over to the cattle pen and fucked you against the fence.

Jack's super clean and bathes often, and he's always happy to have you climb into the bath with him. Sometimes, he'll just cuddle with you in there, maybe wash each other and joke around. But every so often he's itching to fuck you in there, even if the water does splash all over the floor.

One of his favourite things is teasing you in public. He'll take you to the Saloon just so you can sit on his lap whilst he plays a few card games. His hand will be trailing all over your thighs under the table whilst he makes the odd comment into your ear. You'll need to drag him away from the game when he rests his hand on your crotch because he won't stop, even if somebody notices.

"You need a break?" he asks you, eyes meeting yours as he continues to work. "Five minutes," you say with a nod, making your way back over to the house. Once inside, you grab yourself a cup of water, gulping it down as if your life depends on it. You pull at your shirt, wafting the fabric to try and get some air flowing through you but nothing seems to be cooling you down. Eager to let the heat out, you begin to unbutton it, practically ripping your shirt off and chucking it down onto the couch. Your skin already begins to feel a lot cooler; you can practically feel the heat radiating off you as your sweat begins to turn cold and give you chills. You make your way into the bathroom, taking a cloth and dipping it into some water. You wipe off as much sweat as possible, practically giving yourself a towel bath, though it helps relax you even more. Your five-minute break is definitely up, though you know Jack won't complain if you decide not to return. An idea springs to mind, though you know Jack will protest as he doesn't want you catching the sun, but maybe it'd make things a little fun whilst you work? As you exit the bathroom, you pull your suspenders back up over your shoulders. They barely cover your nipples, but that makes the sight even more exciting. You exit the house shirtless, with just your pants and boots on. Jack almost always does his ranch work like this, so why can't you? The heat hits you as you walk over to the barn, only this time, you don't feel trapped under the thick fabric of your shirt. You're already feeling so much cooler than earlier, and understand now why Jack works like this so often. He's currently scattering some feed out for the chickens, the bucket of feed under one arm whilst his other hand gently throws handfuls of feed to the floor, trying not to hit any of the chickens at his feet. "I'm back," you tell him as you walk behind, deciding to head straight over to the hay bales so you can continue where you left off. "Feel any better?" Jack asks, his back still turned to you. "Yeah," you reply as you enter the cattle pen. You begin working away after moving some of the horses away from the hay bales. They've already begun nibbling at a few loose strands, trying to pick off whatever food they can get. You begin scatting it for them, eventually getting engulfed in your work. The sudden sound of something metal thudding onto the floor startles you, and you look up from where you're working to look about and figure where the sound came from. Your eyes lock onto Jacks, who's stood there with his mouth open, staring at you as if you've just insulted him. He's dropped the bucket of chicken feed to the floor in shock, though the chickens don't seem to mind as they're already beginning to tuck into their extra dinner. "What?" you ask him, pretending like you have no idea what's wrong. You stand upright, one arm propped on the pitchfork; you arch your back a little, sticking your chest out, the thick fabric of your suspenders still covering your nipples. "Are you tryna distract me whilst I work?" Jack asks with a soft laugh as he slowly walks over to the cattle pen. He leans his forearms on the fence, resting against it as he eyes you up. "Maybe," you say with a shrug. "Well, it's working," he replies. Jack's beginning to add that slight purr to his voice, the tone he does when he gets aroused, and your eyes flick down to notice the small bulge in his pants. "Haven't you got work to do, Jack?" you say with a laugh. "Maybe I should take a break?" "You should have taken one with me. Now, I've got these chores to finish up, and you're distracting me from getting them done," you reply with a playful tone. "Oh, I'm real sorry, Miss. I'm definitely the distraction here, ain't I?" Jack laughs back, playing along with your joke as he raises his hands in the air. "You are. Now go on, get back to work," you shoo him. Jack flashes you a smile before forcing himself away, his eyes flicking over your body one more time. The rest of the afternoon is spent working away, though you can feel Jack's gaze on you the whole time. He's had his fair share of times where he's teased you, making you wait whilst enjoying how flustered you get. It's only fair you do the same. Your eyes lock onto his every so often, and he definitely knows you're teasing him from the way you adjust your suspenders, flashing your nipples ever so slightly as you fix yourself up. By the time you've finished the ranch work, the sun has gone far overhead, settling down into the late afternoon as the sky slowly begins to turn red. Jack's at his limit, rushing to finish his last few chores so he can spend some time with you. You rest against the cattle pen, your forearms settling on the wood as you watch the horses lounge about in the setting sun. You've almost forgotten that you're shirtless; it's a lot more comfortable working this way, though you can feel parts of your shoulders and back turning red as the sun had jabbed down at you. No bother, you're sure Jack will jump at the chance to help you put some lotion on. He seems to finally be done with his load, as he hurries over to lean on the pen beside you, one arm reaching out to gently rest on your waist. "Nice of you to join me," you comment, your eyes meeting his after he removes his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, placing his hat back on afterward. "Oh, I ain't finished just yet, sweetheart," Jack replies. "What other work have you gotta attend to?" you question, knowing that this is going to lead up to one of Jack's cheesy pick-up lines. "Well," Jack begins as he stands behind you, resting his hands on your hips as he pulls your ass against his crotch. "I've finished tending to them crops but, I think there's a crop right here that I could tend to," Jack comments with a surprising amount of confidence to his voice. "Is that the worst you've got?" you ask with a laugh, enjoying the way Jack dips his head to place a kiss on the back of your neck, his hat brushing against the back of your head. "It was that or 'I fixed this fence earlier, now I've got a fence that you can fix'," he replies. "Good lord," you sigh as you shake your head, allowing Jack to spin your body around and pin you up against the fence. "Let's skip the chat-up lines, hm?" you suggest. "Sure, sweetheart," Jack nods in agreement, his eyes trailing down your body as he slowly slips your suspenders off your shoulders, letting them hang around your hips. Jack removes his hat and places it on the fence post before dipping his head down to swirl his tongue over one of your nipples, his hands trailing over your chest then settling on your waist. He's taking his time to dance his tongue over the buds, switching from one nipple to the other, ignoring the faint taste of sweat. Whilst Jack's occupied, you reach down and unbutton his pants, pulling out his cock and softly pumping his slender shaft a few times. He lets out a hum of approval whilst his lips are still busy, eventually lifting his head up to steal a few kisses from you. Jack has to break the kiss when you pick up the pace, letting out a choked moan as you distract him from his work. He trails a few kisses down your neck, gripping onto your hips tighter as he begins to spin you around. "Up against the fence, sweetheart. I wanna take you right here," Jack orders you with a grin. He reaches round to unbutton your pants, pulling them down to your thighs and grabbing a handful of your ass. He's easily distracted, fondling your cheeks whilst your pussy waits eagerly for him to fill you up. Jack snaps out of his daze when you look over your shoulder and tut him. He shrugs it off and pulls your hips out a little further, kicking your legs apart so you're nicely spread for him. He picks his hat back up off the fence post and places it on his head, keeping the sun out of his eyes so he can get a better look at you. Jack eats up the sight of you propped up against the fence, peering over your shoulder as you wait for his next move. He slips his fingers into his mouth, slicking them up, before reaching down and running them over your entrance. You've spent all afternoon teasing him, so it's only fair he gets his own revenge as he keeps you waiting. Finally, a finger is slowly pushed into you, pumping and curling inside of you as Jack looks for that spot. You let out a sigh as you rest your head on your forearms, letting Jack know that he's found it. He brushes over it again, pushing that button over and over, enjoying the way your knees begin to go weak and your back arches ever so slightly. Another finger joins the one inside of you, and Jack finger-fucks you whilst his cock throbs eagerly, his precum trailing down his shaft. Jack slips his fingers out. He holds onto the base of his cock, rutting his shaft against you a few times as he slicks himself up. Once he's satisfied, and feeling a little guilty as you let out a desperate whimper, he slowly pushes inside of you, holding his length deep inside and letting out a sigh. Jack slowly begins to roll his hips, keeping his grip firm on you, his eyes fixated on watching his cock disappear inside of you. "Shit," he mutters under his breath, keeping a slow pace as he's engulfed in the way you feel around him. "You feel so good, sweetheart," Jack compliments before slowly building up his thrusts. The pen fence creeks ever so slightly, but the noise of wood on wood is drowned out by yours and Jacks moans, along with the occasionally cluck from the chickens nearby. It feels a mixture of weird and exciting to be fucking on the ranch; you and Jack have enjoyed yourself at many outdoor locations, but never right here on the ranch. Your eyes peek open and accidentally lock onto one of the horses, who is staring at you as if to say "really? You two are going to do that here?" but they eventually turn away and mind their own business. Jack's a muttering mess behind you. He's always like this, letting out praises and moans as if you need them to live, though you appreciate his encouragement. He's rolling his hips oh-so-perfectly, the base of his cock brushing over your g-spot, slowly building your orgasm whilst his own begins to grow. You move one hand off the fence to reach down between your legs, but Jack gently moves it away. "Here, let me," he says as he moves his fingers to your clit, his middle and trigger finger brushing over the sensitive bud exactly how you like it. "Wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't help a lady out," he comments. "Ain't you just the sweetest thing," you say with a soft laugh as you place your hand back on the fence. "Well thank you, Miss," Jack laughs back, his words slightly drawn out due to the drawl in his voice. The hand on your hip tightens, letting you know that Jack's getting close, as well as how heavy his balls feel as they slap against you. A sharp moan escapes your lips as you realise just how close your own orgasm is, making you scrunch your eyes shut and focus on all the pleasure Jack is giving you. "You close, darlin'?" Jack asks. You nod and let out a soft "uh-huh," to which Jack responds with "Go on then. I'll follow behind," as he rubs your clit a little faster, making your knees feel weak as if you could collapse at any moment. After a few more thrusts, you're cumming around Jacks length, your walls tightening and your muscles shaking. Jack groans at the sight; the sight of you hitting peak could make that man cum without you having to touch him, and he finds himself quickly yanking his cock out from you, managing to pull out just in time and spending himself on the dusty floor below. There's not much point in cleaning yourself up when the house is only a few feet away, so you pull your pants back up but leave your suspenders hanging around your hips. Jack tucks himself away before taking his hat off again so he can give his forehead another wipe. You steal a kiss from him before he puts it back on, enjoying the way his moustche softly brushes your upper lip. "You wanna come take a bath with me?" you offer, loosely taking ahold of Jacks hand as you begin to lead him over to the house. "That's a bit of a dumb question, ain't it? Of course, I do," Jack replies with a laugh, following you eagerly into the house. Jack runs the bath whilst you pull together a few snacks to feed each other whilst you bathe together. Hopefully, neither of you will get distracted this time and leave the snacks on the floor, as Jacks new dog had managed to sneak and eat them without either of you noticing. But even if that does happen again, at least all three of you will be enjoying a treat.

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