Chapter 15

Abe

I reached for Cheyenne, pulling her close to me as I sprawled out on my back. She tasted so fucking good.

I’d never tire of her sweet, salty flavor or the aroma of her natural female muskiness mixed with her lavender body lotion.

And the feel of her tight pussy squeezing my cock?

~Out of this world.~

I was so gone for this girl. How the hell was I supposed to let her go at the end of the trip? I had to put it out of my mind for the time being. The night was just getting started.

It took a lot of restraint for me to hold back. She was so tight, and I was afraid of hurting her if I fucked her too hard. But now that I’d broken her in? Time to have some real fun.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m more than okay. You gave me two orgasms.” She smiled up at me, and my heart just about burst out of my chest.

“I plan on giving you lots more before this night is over.”

She slid her hand down my chest and over my belly before wrapping her long, delicate fingers around my semi-erect cock.

“Mm, that feels nice,” I whispered as she moved her hand up and down my shaft with light strokes. I groaned when she cupped my balls, gently caressing my delicate flesh with her thumb.

Then she leaned over and licked my tip, and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Until she took me in her tiny mouth. That was heaven for sure.

I grunted, mustering every ounce of restraint I had not to grab her head and thrust hard into her mouth.

“You gotta stop, honey,” I whispered.

“Why?” she mumbled, running her tongue up and down my shaft. “Don’t you like it?”

“Oh, believe me, I like it. That’s the problem. If you don’t stop, we won’t be fucking again for a while, because I’ll come in your mouth.”

I sat up and pulled her off me before tossing her onto her back. “And that’s not where I wanna come. Not this time anyway.”

I gave her a quick, hard kiss before slipping between her legs and running my fingers through her folds. “Good girl,” I said as I slid a finger inside her to test her readiness. “Wet and ready.”

“Give it to me, big boy,” she growled, grabbing at my ass.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Hard and fast. Just like the night I watched you through the window of the bunkhouse.”

She was affected by that night. My careless act of leaving a window wide open and putting my sexual activities on display had changed a young girl’s life and stolen her innocence.

A wave of guilt passed through me. Then she gave me a sultry ~come fuck me~ stare, and all the blood left my brain, taking the guilty feelings with it.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and entered her in one swift thrust. She cried out, digging her nails into my hips as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her ass.

I paused, chuckling at the swear words flowing from her sweet mouth amid the moans. She whimpered and grabbed my ass, thrusting against my cock.

Holding her thighs tightly against my chest, I drove into her again, pounding her so hard that her body slid across the bed, her tits bouncing up and down.

“Oh God, Abe!” she cried. “Fuck me harder! Faster!”

I threw her right leg over my left shoulder, squeezing her thighs together to create more friction on her clit as I continued pistoning in and out of her throbbing pussy.

She threw her head back, letting out a long, high-pitched, guttural moan.

“C’mon, Cheyenne,” I panted. “Come for me, baby.” I slowed down, trying desperately to wait for her as I reached between us and rubbed her clit.

She came hard, her pussy tightening around my cock while I unloaded inside her. I dropped her legs, collapsing on top of her with my dick still pulsating inside her.

“Fuck, baby. That was fantastic.”

She nodded, closing her eyes and gasping for air. “Mind-blowing,” she panted.

I planted a soft kiss on her lips before I pulled out and rolled on my back. She snuggled up beside me, resting her hand on my chest.

“We need to do that again,” she whispered as she ran her fingers through the hair on my lower belly.

“Yeah. I might need a few minutes.” I linked our fingers and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re an insatiable little nymph, aren’t you Miss Carson?”

***

“Remind me again why we went on this hike instead of staying in bed all day.”

I took a slow pull from my water bottle as we paused on the trail. We were on our way to the Beehive Lookout. It would have been a fairly easy hike if it hadn’t been ninety degrees outside.

“Because we’re getting paid to explore the area around the RV park and inspire other people to visit. Not fuck each other’s brains out.”

Cheyenne glanced back at me and wiggled her eyebrows. “And we definitely did that last night.”

“We sure did.” I caught her by the waist, spinning her around and pulling her into my arms. “And we’re gonna do it again tonight. I hope.”

She stood on her tiptoes, sucking my earlobe between her teeth. “Why do we have to wait until tonight?” she whispered, reaching between my legs and cupping my balls.

“Careful, little girl,” I growled, sliding my hand down the front of her shorts. “I have no problem fucking you against a tree in the middle of the woods.”

I sank a finger in her dewy slit while my tongue dominated her mouth. She shuddered and squirmed against me, rubbing my cock through my shorts.

I backed her up against the nearest tree, where I kept up my assault on her pussy.

“Oh God!” she cried out, her eyes rolling back as her moans echoed through the trees. Her fingers slipped away from my crotch as she lost herself in the pleasure.

But I didn’t care. My dick would get some loving later.

Giving Cheyenne orgasms brought me tremendous joy. When I was with other women, the female orgasm was more of an ego trip. A feather in my cap.

With Cheyenne, it was all about her. And the overwhelming desire to give her everything, despite the little voice in my head screaming at me to run.

Sexual satisfaction, financial stability, her own bakery, a white picket fence, babies. And my heart.

I lowered my mouth to her neck, sucking hard on her delicate flesh as she thrust against my fingers.

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered. I pulled out of her pulsating pussy, grasping her clit between my thumb and index finger and squeezing hard.

She bucked against me as she climaxed, her chest heaving while she fisted my T-shirt.

“You’re so bad,” she panted. “Someone could have come along and caught us.”

“But they didn’t.” I withdrew my hand from her shorts and cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple through her cotton tank top as I brought my lips down to the swell of her breast.

“What are you doing?” she laughed when I sucked hard on the exposed part of her tit.

“Marking you.”

“Abe!” she shrieked, pushing against my chest. “Stop!”

“Why? Nobody will see it but me.”

“They will if I’m wearing a low-cut top or a bathing suit. What if my brothers see that in a picture? You’ll be a dead man.”

I shrugged. “We’ll make sure we don’t post any pictures that you can see it in. And do you care if they find out we’re sleeping together?”

“I would like to avoid the lectures.”

I sighed and released her, linking our fingers again as we continued down the trail. She was far too concerned with her brothers’ opinions. But that was a conversation for another time.

I whistled when we broke out of the trees. The view was magnificent. The lake resembled an enormous swimming pool nestled up against the base of the mountain.

“Wow,” Cheyenne gasped.

I retrieved my camera from my backpack and snapped a few shots. “We should do a selfie together,” I suggested.

“Okay.”

We stood with our backs to the lake and mountains and captured the photo.

“Let me see that before you post it,” she said, grabbing the Go Pro from my hand. “I need to make sure you can’t see my hickey.”

***

“Holy fuck,” I grumbled, rubbing my back when I climbed out of the Jeep. “That was quite a hike.”

Cheyenne chuckled, unlocking the door of the RV. “Too much for your old bones?”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” I slapped her ass, following her into the trailer. “I think I’m gonna make use of that giant Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. My ~old bones~ need it.”

“Okay. Go soak your bones and I’ll start dinner.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” I said, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “How about you join me?”

“In the tub?”

“Why not?” I nuzzled her neck. “I’ve seen you naked, sweetheart. We can wash each other.”

“That sounds fun,” she giggled.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get naked.”

***

I reached down to turn the tap on. When I turned around, Cheyenne was buck naked.

My eyes roamed her delicious body, taking in the perfect curves. Sure, I’d seen her naked in the dark bedroom, in the heat of passion.

But now? Cheyenne stood in front of me in the bright bathroom in all her naked glory.

I licked my lips, taking in the perfectly rounded, perky breasts with pale pink nipples.

Her flat stomach with the sexy pink butterfly piercing, the curvy hips, and that meticulously groomed mound with the thin strip of blonde hair.

“Do you like what you see?” she whispered.

“Oh yeah,” I growled, stalking toward her.

“I showed you mine. It’s only fair you show me yours.” She reached for the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down, taking my boxers with them.

“Do you like what ~you~ see?”

“Definitely. I’ve been fantasizing about you since I was fifteen.” She chewed on her lower lip, deep in thought for a minute before her eyes met mine again.

“Before I saw you that night, you know, when you were having sex in the bunkhouse? I had very limited knowledge about sex. I learned so much by watching you and listening through the open window.”

“I feel bad that I kinda stole the innocence of a young girl. Her mind anyway.”

She shrugged. “It inspired me to learn everything I could about sex. You woke my sexuality. Before that night, I’d never even thought about it. I was a tomboy. I had no interest in boys or anything sex-related.”

“I’m not sure whether I caused you harm or did you a favor,” I chuckled, reaching down to turn off the taps.

“I don’t know either. No sense in worrying about it now.”

“I agree. Let’s hop in this tub and soothe our aching muscles.”

I climbed in first and settled myself at one end. Cheyenne joined me, sitting at the other end so we were facing each other with her legs resting atop mine.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the jets do their magic on my back.

“Tell me about your job offer in New York,” she said after a few minutes of silence.

I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. “Well,” I started, rubbing my jaw. “It’s an entry-level marketing job at an advertising agency.”

“Well, you gotta start somewhere. What would you be doing?”

“Probably fetching coffee,” I sighed.

“When do you start?”

“Sometime in August, I guess. They said whenever I’m done with this job.”

She tilted her head, pursing her lips as she studied me thoughtfully. “You don’t seem very excited.”

I reached for her hand under the water. “I’m not. I thought I wanted to work in advertising, but now I’m not so sure.”

“What changed?”

“I don’t think it was ever my passion. When I got my inheritance, I realized I could do whatever I wanted. Trouble is, I have to figure out what that is before I can make it happen.”

“I suppose you could try the job in New York for a while. Until you figure out what you want to do.”

“Yeah. Maybe.” I smiled and squeezed her hand.

Cheyenne was easy to talk to. I could be myself around her. There were no pretenses, no judgments. I felt completely relaxed when I was with her.

I’d bet money I could let one rip in that tub, and she’d just laugh. It took a lot to ruffle her feathers.

“What about you, sweetheart? What are your plans?”

“I want to open my own bakery someday. But right now, I’m hoping to get a job or even a paid internship in a kitchen, working as a pastry chef. To get experience and make some money.”

“Any job prospects?”

“Nope.” She shook her head sadly. “I’ll be heading back to the farm to muck stalls until something comes up. If it ever does.”

“Hey now,” I said, rubbing her thigh. “Think positive.”

“I am. I’m ~positive~ I’ll be working on my family’s farm for the rest of my life.”

“Come here,” I said, holding my arms out.

She crawled onto my lap so she was straddling me with her pussy right over my dick. I pulled her in close, our lips meeting for a hungry kiss as I sank my tongue into her warm mouth.

I could tell by the way my cock was slipping and sliding between her lips that she was wet, and not just with bathwater.

“I need to be inside you, baby.”

She spread her legs wider and positioned herself over my cock before sinking, taking me slowly into her hot, warm depths.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “That feels good.” I grabbed her hips and thrust upward. “Ride me, baby.”

She picked up speed, meeting me thrust for thrust as the water sloshed over the side of the tub, her tits bouncing in my face.

I slowed down long enough to capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard and drawing a loud moan from deep in her chest.

She started riding me hard again. I knew she needed to come. I slipped my hand between us and massaged her clit.

When I felt her thighs tightening, I thrust hard, sending her tumbling over the edge with me right behind her.

She lay on my chest for a long time after, my dick still inside her despite the fact it had gone soft. I closed my eyes, caressing her back as I listened to the quiet hum of the jets and her soft breathing.

Everything about Cheyenne felt right. She belonged in my arms. In my bed. And, despite my fear of commitment, I wanted her in my life.