I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so happy. Snuggled up with Abe in bed. The guy I’d been fantasizing about since I was fifteen-years-old. The first man to give me an orgasm.
I wasted so much time beating myself up over something that was out of my control, letting my boyfriends blame me for their inadequacies in the bedroom. To be fair, Abe had a significant advantage. He was the subject of all my sexual fantasies. But even still. He’d gotten me off in less than five minutes with his hands alone.
He stirred, tightening his arm around my waist as he brushed my hair aside so he could kiss my neck. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“It’s a very good morning,” I said, snuggling my butt back into his morning wood. “Is that for me?”
“Mm. I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“No?” he laughed, flipping me onto my back. “You need a little something to tide you over?”
He lowered his body over mine, his rigid cock pressing between my legs as he took possession of my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I opened my legs, arching my back to get some friction on my clit.
Damn. Why did I put my shorts back on after Abe fingered me? If only we were naked.
“You’re a little horn ball,” he chuckled, climbing off me. “I’m getting out of here before you rape me.”
“Just wait until tonight,” I promised.
He shook his head as he entered the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“I could pick that lock you know!”
His laughter echoed through the RV.
“Where are we going for dinner?” I asked, scanning restaurant reviews for Lake Louise.
“It’s a surprise. The answer isn’t gonna change, no matter how many times you ask me.”
I sighed and closed my iPad. The drive from Kamloops to Lake Louise was full of amazing scenery. Lush green trees, glacial blue waters, the whitecaps of the Rockies, and even a moose! I sat up in the cockpit for most of the trip. We still had two hours to go, making our way through the Rocky Mountains toward Banff, Alberta.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked. “A drink or another sandwich?”
“No thanks, babe. I’m good.”
“Okay. Let me know if you change your mind.”
“Listen, Cheyenne,” he said, glancing over at me. “We need to discuss something. But you have to promise me you won’t get mad.”
“I could never get mad at you, Abe.”
“Sweetheart, you would find a reason if you were around me all the time. It’s inevitable. I’d get on your nerves. And you’d get on mine.”
“Maybe,” I said, shrugging. “But I could never stay mad at you for long. We’ve been together in an RV for ten days, and we haven’t had a fight.”
“Anyways,” he said with a chuckle. “Getting back to the original subject. Promise you won’t get mad?”
“I was looking for toothpaste the other day, and I went through your makeup bag.”
“Oh.” I cleared my throat, relieved that’s all it was. I thought maybe he was going to say he changed his mind about sleeping with me. “That’s okay. I don’t have anything to hide.”
“Yeah, but I invaded your privacy. Sorry for that.”
“It’s really okay, Abe.” I reached over and rubbed his arm.
“So, while I was looking through your stuff, I saw your birth control pills.” He paused, glancing over at me briefly before returning his attention to the road. “I’m clean. I just had a complete physical with blood tests for STIs, and I’ve never had sex without a condom. Not once.”
“Are you asking me if you can go bareback?”
“Only if you’re comfortable with that. I’ve never done it before. I swear. But you’re not a one-night-stand, Cheyenne. And I want to be inside you with nothing between us.”
Wow. I was blown away. Was there a chance Abe might be interested in more than just a casual fling? He’d been so sweet. Planning a special night rather than just fucking me the first chance he got. His patience the night before as he helped me to relax and orgasm. The way he stared at me when he thought I wasn’t looking.
I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but wouldn’t that be amazing? To be Abe’s girlfriend. His wife. Have his babies.
Slow down, Cheyenne. Abe doesn’t want those things. He’s made that very clear.
“You never answered me about the condoms. Yes, no?”
“I’m clean too. And I’m on the pill. Which you already knew. So I think we probably don’t need to use them.”
“Okay. That’s settled.” He shot me a devilish grin, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m really looking forward to tonight.”
Excitement pulsed through me, my pussy clenching as I envisioned his cock. I’d never been with a guy that big. Images of that night so long ago flitted through my mind. Would he fuck me like he fucked the girl in the bunkhouse? When I wrapped my fingers around him last night, his dick was as big as I remembered from my brief glance when he rolled over that night.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he asked, reaching over to rub my thigh.
“Nothing,” I giggled.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked.
When I came out of the shower, I found Abe ironing. Abraham McLean, shaggy haired man with tattoos, knew how to iron. And he shaved! All that remained of his beard was a thin layer of scruff.
“To a nice place.” He glanced up as I approached in nothing but my silky black robe. “That sundress I saw hanging in the closet is fine.”
“You went through my clothes?”
“I had to make sure you had something to wear,” he said as he pressed a pair of black dress pants. “You don’t care when I go through your makeup and feminine products, but you’re upset that I looked in your closet?”
“No. I’m not upset. Just surprised.”
“Speaking of feminine products, I need a little heads up.” He glanced up from the ironing board, his face a deep shade of crimson. “You know. I um, I’m not comfortable with that, and we will not be engaging in any activity below the waist during that time.”
I stared at him, laughter bubbling up in my chest. He was so adorable.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. He set the iron down with a frown, his brow furrowed while he watched me laugh my ass off.
“You’re cute, Abraham.”
“Cute?” He stalked toward me, the heat in his eyes anything but cute.
“Sorry. I meant to say manly.” I backed up into the bedroom as he continued to charge toward me, squealing when he reached out and captured me by the waist.
“I’ll show you just how manly I am,” he growled before crashing his lips down on mine. He grabbed my ass roughly as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. “Do you think I’m cute now?”
“No,” I gasped as he rubbed his hard cock against my belly.
“Sweetheart, I’m all man. You’ll be lucky if you can even walk straight tomorrow.”
My thighs trembled, moisture forming between my legs while he sucked on my neck. He cupped my jaw, tilting my chin up as his blue eyes burned into mine with blazing hot desire. His other hand slipped under my robe, his fingers probing my moist folds. Without breaking eye contact, he brought one of his fingers to his mouth and sucked my juices off.
Holy shit. I almost came right there, watching him lick his finger clean. The finger that was just between my legs.
“We should probably get dressed if we’re gonna make our reservation.” He gave my ass a pinch before turning and heading back to the living room to finish his ironing.
“Have I you told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Abe asked, glancing over at me with a sexy grin.
“More than once,” I giggled.
“I can’t help myself,” he said, reaching across the gear shift and caressing my bare thigh.
“We’re going to crash if you don’t stop,” I laughed, swatting his hand away when he slid it under my dress, grazing the edge of my panties.
He shrugged. “I’m horny for you, sweetheart.”
“It was your idea to eat dinner first.”
“Yes,” he groaned. “Remind me why again.”
“We’re eating at a hotel?” I asked when he pulled up in front of a fancy looking lodge.
He got out, walking around to the passenger side of the Jeep to open my door. I took his outstretched arm and climbed out. A valet appeared and took the keys from him before he led me up to the front door. He opened it for me and followed me inside with his hand on my lower back.
“Abraham McLean for two,” he said to the maître d.
“Good evening, sir. Right this way.”
The maître d. led us through the dimly lit restaurant to a table by the window. Low hanging, fabric coloured light fixtures cast a warm glow over each table. Crisp, white linen tablecloths stood out against the dark wooden walls. A large brick fireplace adorned an entire wall.
When we reached our table, the maître d pulled my chair out for me. The tall, arched window afforded a breathtaking view of the sun setting over the mountains.
“This place is really fancy,” I whispered. “It’s probably expensive.”
“It is,” he conceded as he picked up his menu.
I opened the menu, my eyes scanning the appetizers.
Thirty dollars for an appetizer? My jaw dropped when I flipped to the entree page. Ninety dollars for a steak?!
A lump formed in my throat as I stared at the prices. I cleared my throat and set the menu down on the table. “Abe?”
He glanced up from his menu and smiled. “Did you decide what you’d like?”
“Did you see the prices?” I hissed.
The waiter appeared. “Have you decided on a wine?”
“Yes. We’ll take your best bottle of chardonnay, please.” Abe glanced at me. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I replied hoarsely.
“Chardonnay it is,” he said to the waiter.
“Abe, this restaurant is way too expensive,” I said when the waiter was out of earshot. “We can’t charge this to the company credit card.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. We’re off the clock. Tonight is a private outing. There will be no online posts or pictures.”
“I can’t let you pay for this,” I pleaded.
“I want to, Cheyenne. This is our first date. And the guy always pays on the first date.”
“I can’t let you spend that much money on me.”
He reached across the table, taking my hand and linking our fingers together. “I’m going to tell you something that very few people know. I’m sharing this with you because I want you to relax and enjoy tonight. And because I want to be honest with you.”
My heart thrummed against my ribs. I squirmed under his intense stare. Was he waiting for me to say something?
“My grandfather left me a trust fund. I gained access to it a few months ago when I turned twenty-five. I don’t have to worry about money. So, order whatever you want.”
I blinked, unsure how to respond to his revelation. Abe was rich? “Um. Wow. Okay. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin while he caressed my thumb.
“Why did you come on this trip? Clearly, you don’t need the money.”
“I wanted to go on an adventure with my best friend. And I still want to work. It will look good on a resume.”
“That sucks that you only got to hang out with Craig for a few days.”
“Yeah. But now I get to spend five weeks with you. And I’m feeling pretty happy about that. I’m having a great time with you. Tonight’s going to be amazing, baby.” He brought my hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to my knuckles. The heated look in his eyes sent my pulse careening out of control.
The waiter appeared with a bottle of wine, pouring a small amount in Abe’s glass. Abe lifted the glass and took a sip. “Delicious.”
“Cheyenne?” Abe smiled, still holding my hand as the waiter filled our glasses. “Are you ready to order?”
“Yes.” I ordered the ridiculously expensive steak, feeling guilty despite Abe’s revelation about his finances.
“Stop worrying about the price, sweetheart. Drink your wine and try to relax.”
Abe only had one glass of that expensive wine. I couldn’t stand to see it go to waste. And it didn’t hurt that it was quite tasty. Which meant I was a little tipsy by the time we left.
Abe chuckled as he helped me into the Jeep. “I hope you don’t pass out. Might put a damper on our plans.”
“I’m fine.” I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’m not drunk. Just relaxed and ready for some loving.”
“Then let’s get going,” he said.
By the time we arrived back at the park, my buzz was wearing off, making way for a nervous knot to form in my stomach. I was going to have sex with Abe. Abraham McLean. The star of all my teenage fantasies. The one with the huge dick.
I broke out in a nervous sweat as we walked from the Jeep to the RV. I expected Abe to drag me to the bedroom the second he got me inside. But he surprised me by taking my hand and leading me to the sofa.
“Hey,” he said softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Relax, baby. We’ve got all night. I wanna take things nice and slow and savour every moment.”
Wow. He continued to surprise me. I gazed into his eyes, finding a mixture of emotions swirling in those deep blue oceans. Nothing about this night felt casual.
What if I was totally misreading Abe’s behaviour? The looks he gave me, the sweet things he said, the crazy expensive dinner. Was it just an act to get me in bed? Or was he falling as hard for me as I was for him?
I rubbed my fingers along his stubbly jaw. He was so handsome. Strong cheekbones, that cute dimple in his chin, perfectly straight nose, the cheeky little quirk in the corner of his thin lips. And, of course, those eyes. Dreamy blue eyes with flecks of gold.
He cupped my jaw, bringing his lips in for a slow, sensual kiss. His hands dropped to my waist, rubbing me softly through the thin material of my sundress. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his wavy locks. He angled his head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping my mouth. We stayed on that couch for a long time, just kissing and caressing.
I moaned when he pulled away from my mouth, running his lips down my neck, sucking and licking at my tender flesh. His hand dropped to my thigh, slipping under my dress. A whimper escaped my throat as he stroked me gently through my drenched panties.
“You’re very wet,” he whispered, nuzzling my ear. “I think it’s time to move to the bedroom.”
He took my hand and led me down the hallway to the back of the RV. When we reached the bedroom, he turned me so my back was to him. Moving my hair aside, he peppered my neck with light kisses as he pushed my zipper down.
“You’re beautiful, Cheyenne,” he whispered, sliding the dress off my shoulders. It fell to the floor, leaving me in my pink, lacy bra and matching panties. He grasped my shoulders, turning me around. His eyes roamed my body before pinning me with a heated stare. “Fucking gorgeous.”
He loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. I reached out with trembling fingers and unbuttoned his shirt before slipping it off his broad shoulders. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Just rippling muscles and hard pecs. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor.
My eyes travelled down, taking in the massive bulge in his boxer briefs as my pussy clenched. Jolts of electricity shot from my nipples to my clit.
He walked me backwards until my legs hit the side of the bed. “Lay on your back,” he ordered, his husky voice dripping with desire.
I lowered myself to the bed and he climbed on top of me, bracing his weight on his forearms. Our lips collided in a heated kiss as he rubbed his cock between my legs. I squirmed, arching my back up to grind against him. He pressed open mouth kisses down my neck while his hands reached behind my back to unclasp my bra.
Lowering his head to my chest, he flicked my right nipple with his tongue before latching on and sucking.
I cried out in pleasure as he moved to the other breast to do the same thing before kissing his way down my belly. My thighs trembled when he ran his tongue along the edge of my panties. I’d never had a guy go down on me before.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” he said, glancing up at me as he hooked his fingers under my panties and pulled them down over my knees, tossing them on the floor. Grabbing me by my ankles, he pulled me to the edge of the bed before nudging my thighs apart with his broad shoulders.
With the first swipe of his tongue, my hips bucked off the mattress. He reached up and planted one hand firmly on my hip while he used his other one to part my swollen lips. His tongue circled my clit, licking and sucking as I squirmed about, my hands on the back of his head.
My climax was building, the feel of his stubble on my lady parts driving me wild. I thrust toward him, trying to push his head further between my legs.
“I need to come! Holy Jesus. Abe! Please!”
He thrust his tongue in and out of my dripping hole, lapping up my juices.
“Fuck. You taste good, baby.”
He shoved two fingers in, rubbing my G spot while he latched onto my clit and sucked hard.
I cried out, my whole body jerking as a powerful orgasm tore through me. Sweat poured off me while I rode wave after wave of pleasure with Abe’s face still buried between my legs. I couldn’t move. My body felt like a rag doll.
“Scooch up in the bed, sweetheart,” Abe whispered.
I opened my eyes to find him standing over me, grinning from ear to ear. Bracing my hands on the mattress, I managed to drag my ass back, so I wasn’t hanging off the edge. He crawled between my legs, lowering his body over mine.
“Are you ready?” he asked, looking me in the eye.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
“You’re really tight, baby. And I’m kind of big. So I’m gonna go real slow and easy the first time.”
“Okay.” I raised my knees to accommodate him, spreading my legs wider as he settled between my thighs.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, rubbing up and down between my lips before pushing the head inside. I gasped as he nudged further, stretching me open. I’d never had a man as big as Abe inside me before.
He paused, looking down at me with a worried frown. “You okay?” he whispered.
“Yes. It feels good. Don’t stop.” It hurt. A lot. But I wanted all of Abe’s cock in me, even if it killed me. I’d waited too long to quit now.
He pulled back and thrust again, sliding slowly in and out until he was fully seated inside me.
Then he started moving. The pain turned into pleasure. I hooked my legs around hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as he moved in and out of me at a steady pace.
It wasn’t long before I felt another climax building. I arched my back, trying to send his cock deeper inside me. He responded by lifting my ass off the bed, the new angle giving me exactly what I needed.
A strangled cry escaped from my throat, my pussy clamping down on him with a tight squeeze as my body shook and spasmed. The crashing waves of pleasure rolled through me, my mind lost in a euphoric utopia of ecstasy.
Abe was thrusting hard and fast now, holding my limp legs in the air as he pounded into me. He grunted hard just before I felt his cock swell and erupt inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he panted, collapsing on my chest. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Best I’ve ever had, hands down.”
He lifted his head, a wide grin plastered across his face. “I aim to please.”
I reached up, pushing his sweat soaked hair out of his face. Our lips moulded together in a searing kiss, our bodies still joined together as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
I would always cherish that moment in my life. No matter what happened with Abe, I would never forget how I felt as I lay there underneath him on that glorious summer evening.