Abbie
Cole’s eyes are locked on the untouched space between my legs as if he’s hypnotized. For a moment, I worry that I broke something inside him. He doesn’t move. He barely even breathes. He just stares.
I dip my finger into my pussy and graze over my sensitive nub, letting out an involuntary moan as I imagine him touching me.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Cole growls. “You’re being a very bad girl right now, aren’t you?”
I glance at him with a smirk and roll my nipple before opening my legs as wide as I possibly can so he can’t miss a single thing I’m doing. “Yeah,” I breathe the word. “Well, maybe I’m tired of being a good girl, Cole. I’m tired of living life in a bubble. If it’s naughty to want you to fuck me, then I’ll be your bad little girl.” I grind up against my hand as I tease my clit.
Cole suddenly springs up in bed, startling me. Before I have a chance to say a word, he grabs me and moves over the edge of the bed. His fingers dig into my wrists and he drags me over his lap, “You want to be naughty, sweetheart?” He doesn’t hold back as he delivers a stinging slap to my bare ass. “Do you think it’s been easy for me to keep my hands off you?” He sharply brings down his hard palm against my tender butt and I cry out and squirm to move away from the pain. “Do you think this is all just a game, Abbie? That you can just toy with me?” He spanks me again and again until tears form in the corners of my eyes.
“No!” I sob. “I’m not trying to toy with you, I want you Cole. I want you to take my virginity. I want you to make me yours,” I wait for his hand to clap down against my flesh again, but it doesn’t. Instead, Cole soothes my skin by rubbing his hand flat over my red ass. I lie over his knee, and moan as I open my legs a little. His thick fingers trail over the curve of my ass and slide over my pussy, teasing me as he just barely grazes the surface.
The pain dissipates and the blooming heat of bliss begins to radiate through me as Cole drags his finger across my entrance. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs approvingly.
I push down the shyness that tries to overcome my senses. The part of me that would normally cringe away from having my body, having my secret desires, analyzed like this. I know all too well where that path leads, the safe one, the risk free one, where I clam up and Cole backs off. The one where I live with the regret of not going through with this for the rest of my life.
No.
Not today.
“I’m wet for you, Cole,” I whisper and squirm against his hard cock pressing in against my belly.
Cole gives my ass another unexpected slap and I yelp with surprise. “Get down on your knees, Abbie. I’m gonna put my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours and give you a taste of what I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy with,” he guides me down to the ground in front of him. I sit on my haunches with my hands on my knees watching obediently as he undoes his pants. I can’t hide the shock on my face as his dick is released and swings under its own weight, almost slapping my face.
I know I’m staring, but I’ve never seen a hard cock in real life before. I can’t stop studying it, the way the veins protrude from the shaft, like a roadmap leading to pleasure. I let my eyes travel over it hungrily, slowly trailing upward like a mountain climber reaching the summit of Everest. The large head of his dick has a single bead of clear liquid on top, I lean over him and swipe it off with my tongue as Cole groans.
“Open your mouth, Abbie,” he demands, grabbing my hair and pulling my face toward his lap.
I don’t need to be asked again, I want to feel his member on my tongue. I press my lips over him, breathing hot air over his cock and flatten my tongue so he can slide inside my mouth. I’m not really sure how to give a blowjob properly, so I’m happy when Cole shows me what he wants by guiding my head up and down his thick shaft with one of his hands on each side of my head.
As he pulls my face deeper into his lap, I can hear him making deep, guttural noises of approval that keep me going. I love that I can make him feel this way. It’s an incredible sense of power to know that I can reduce him to an incoherent string of noises by only using my mouth.
Cole pulls my hair back and my lips slide off of him with a pop. I look up at him as his eyes flash at me.
“Get up here,” he extends his hand and helps lift me to my feet, pulling me to the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he demands.
I climb up onto the bed and face him on all fours and a smirk splashes onto his face. “Not like that,” he flips me around so my ass is in his face. “Perfect.” He slides his hand over the backs of my thighs with approval.
Self-consciousness begins to swirl inside me as I wait for Cole to do something. To say something. For something… anything to happen.
“Put your head on the bed, keep that ass up. Understand?” I feel his broad hand press down between my shoulder blades as I drop my head down and lay the side of my face flat against the blankets. Cole slowly slides his hand over my ass before I feel his soft tongue flicker between my lips. I moan into the comforter and open my legs a little wider as he delves between my lips and gives me a long, wet lick from my clit back to my center, then past it and up to my asshole. A jolt runs through me. I never expected him to kiss me there. I try to relax as he tongues my ass, twisting against my puckered hole. It feels intense, and just as I start to get used to it, he stops and buries his face in me from behind and begins licking and sucking my clit.
Cole slides back until he falls to his knees on the floor and digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me back until my pussy is resting on his mouth. He licks his finger and presses it against my asshole as he continues to flicker his tongue over my sensitive nub. He pushes against me slowly, until my ass accepts his finger and makes me feel really full. Cole slides another finger into my pussy and I can feel the vibration as he grunts against my clit. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growls as my pussy stretches to accommodate his finger.
If that’s what only one of his fingers feels like, what is his dick going to feel like? Nerves flutter over me at the idea, but Cole quickly licks me to distraction. He slowly fucks my ass and pussy with his fingers as he eats me out. The intensity of each sensation is overwhelming and it isn’t long before the heat pooled in my belly seems to splash outward, and an insane orgasm shudders through me like the crashing waves of the ocean, receding into the tiny ripples of a stone thrown into a pond.
Cole stands up behind me and I slump over onto the bed, rolling onto my side, I can see his still hard cock exposed from his open pants.
“Please Cole,” my voice is raspy as I beg him.
“Please what?” He looks amused as he slides his hand down over his cock and smirks down at me.
“Please, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me,” I swallow hard and look up at him. Even though he just gave me the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced, my body is crying out for more. I won’t be satisfied until he fills me with his huge cock.
Cole’s eyes darken and he frowns. “I don’t have any condoms,” his eyebrows furrow. “And I can’t imagine you’re on birth control, are you?”
I shake my head from side to side, “can’t you just not finish inside me?” I ask hopefully, I can’t give up this easy. Not after getting this close.
Cole raises an eyebrow playfully and nods. “If you’re sure this is what you want,” he searches my face carefully.
“It is,” despite the quiver I feel inside me, my voice stays calm and firm.
Cole doesn’t refuse me this time. He peels off his shirt, revealing his thick, muscular chest. Next, he tugs his pants down, exposing his cut, powerful thighs. Not that I spend much time looking at his legs. Not when he has a monster third leg swaying at attention to distract me.
Cole climbs onto the bed next to me and runs his hand over my hair, “Are you sure, Abbie? You’re going to be leaving soon and you’ll never see me again. I don’t want you walking away with regrets,” he levels me with his eyes.
“The only t
hing I would walk away from here with is the regret of not giving myself to you,” I answer him honestly. I don’t tell him about how the bigger regret would be to leave him behind. To walk out of his life is something I can’t begin to let myself imagine.
“Okay,” he answers and the mattress heaves under us as Cole moves between my legs.
28
Cole
I slide between her thighs. They’re so soft, just like the rest of her. Her skin is silky and smooth, it feels perfect against me. Grabbing my cock by the base, I slide it along her slit, rubbing it against her clit as she throws her head back and arches her breasts up.
I hover over her. Dropping my mouth to her nipple, I suck it into my mouth and thrash my tongue over it the same way I just did to her clit. Rubbing my cockhead between her lips, her nectar coats me, preparing me to take her virginity.
I ease down onto her body and hold my cock at her entrance as she squirms against me, trying desperately to press her pussy down onto me. She’s not in control though, I’m running this show.
“I’m going to fuck your tight pussy, Abbie,” my voice is thick. “I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand?” She nods at me, not saying a word and I push the head of my cock in just past her lips. I watch her eyes grow wide as I just barely enter her. My God she’s tight, I can already feel her squeezing down against me and I’m barely touching her.
“Are you okay?” I look down at her.
“Mmhmm,” she responds and I thrust myself inside her with as much self-control as I can muster, but I know I’m taking it fast. Her pussy contracts around me, like a warm hug as I squeeze my eyes shut and find the strength to stop myself from bursting through her hymen ruthlessly. Somehow, I manage to pull back out, almost the entire way and slide inside again, a little easier this time, but I still stop before burying myself all the way in.
“Are you ready?” I nip her earlobe and look down at her beautiful face. “This is going to hurt you, but I’m going to try to be gentle, okay?”
“I’m ready,” she answers, but I can see the nervousness dancing over her features. I kiss her tenderly and press my cock into her with control. As my tongue pushes in past her lips and dances with hers, I thrust my cock inside her, pushing until her hymen gives way and I’m completely buried in her core.
Abbie cries out in my mouth and tears slide down her cheeks as her pussy clenches around me. I kiss away the fat tears and pull back a little only to fuck her deeper. “That was the worst part, it’s over now,” I soothe her.
Abbie opens her eyes and I can see a softness looking up at me. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer and I thrust into her rhythmically. She closes her eyes again, but this time she throws back her head and moans, giving me permission to fuck her faster and harder. I stop holding myself back, pumping into her little pussy, enjoying the warmth and the tension on my cock.
My orgasm isn’t far away. “I’m going to need to pull out soon,” I pant in her ear as I fuck her deep and hard.
“No, don’t stop!” she begs. “Please, I need to feel you cum inside me. Fill me with your cum,” she drags her fingernails into my back and hooks her feet together behind my ass, giving me the deepest access to her core.
I pump into her in long, deep strokes, her tight walls are squeezing my cock, making me crazy. I try to have self-control, but this time I can’t. I let it all go as I fuck her with abandon. My cum spurts from my cock, deep inside her as I thrust jaggedly against her. The pleasure rips through me as a swell of relief spills from me. My cock throbs as another spurt of my seed empties inside her, filling her with cum.
As the last tremors of my orgasm pass, I hold her tight, still inside her, and gasp for breath. Under me, Abbie is smiling. I can’t help but kiss her sweet face and run my fingers over her thick, perfect mouth.
“That was amazing,” she kisses my fingertips.
“You’re amazing,” I pull out of her and some of my seed and a tiny streak of blood spills out onto the blanket. A pang of guilt quickly washes over me as I realize I should’ve pulled out. However, it’s hard to feel too bad about it when she looks so overjoyed.
Abbie snuggles up against my chest and I run my hand over her long hair, feeling the lure of sleep tug at me. I wish I could have this moment forever. That I didn’t need to watch her go back to civilization while I disappear deeper into the woods. However, I know that I need to do what’s best for her, not me. Right now, I’m going to enjoy the fleeting time we have together. And now that I’ve made her mine, I’m going to be sure to enjoy every inch of her as many times as I can before I make her leave my life forever.
29
Cole
Th-wick!
I love the sound my steel axe makes as it slices through the branches of this fallen tree. It’s so satisfying to watch the wood spray off in either direction, like the hull of a boat cutting through the ocean, it always feels incredible to know we can control something as powerful as nature.
Th-wick, ting, ting!
I easily slice through the smaller, dried out branches. I don’t have the time left here to cut down an entire tree. Not only because of how much work it is to fell a tree and chop it all up by hand, but also because I don’t have enough time left at my cabin to wait for it to dry out. Some of these old tree branches are rotted out, but they make great kindling. I’m just looking to cut enough to cook on for another night or two, I realize with sadness.
“How’s your ankle?” I looked down her toned legs after we finally decided to get out of bed yesterday and feed our other needs besides our primal urge to fuck.
Abbie looked down and tilted her head, like someone who was trying to keep a secret that they really wanted to spill. “Honestly?” Her green eyes slowly traveled up to mine. “I think it’s healed,” she admitted.
I felt so many things at once, a flood of relief that I could stop hanging around this camp waiting to be hunted down, happiness that the anvil hanging over my head would soon be gone. However, more than any of that, disappointment.
Th-wick, tink, tink!
Branches go flying, far more than I really need, but I can’t stop swinging my axe. I can’t stop wanting to sink the blade into something and destroy it, leaving scars upon the fallen tree the same way Abbie walking out of my life will leave scars on my soul.
“That’s great,” I forced a smile that felt tight and suffocating on my face like someone melted plastic over my lips and formed it up in each corner. “I guess that means I can lead you out of here tomorrow, at least halfway.” I held my breath and waited for her to protest. Waited for her to plead the same case my heart has been pleading for her to stay. But she just nodded silently.
I swing the axe toward the trunk of the tree and let it bite into the wood, holding it steady so I can pick up the branches. Of course I don’t want to take her back. I don’t want the only woman I’ve ever loved to walk out of my life forever.
I stop dead in my tracks, like a deer who heard the snap of a hunter’s foot on a nearby branch, and stare motionless. The thought spins in my mind… love? I’ve never believed in anything like love at first sight before, or those quick romances where people get married after a couple weeks. Yet as I sift through the turmoil rolling around inside me, I know my heart doesn’t give a fuck if my mind has given it permission.
“I love her,” the realization wakes me up like a bucket of cold water stirring someone from a deep sleep. It’s as alarming as it is exhilarating. I feel like a swarm of bees is buzzing through my body right now and everything looks a little brighter. A little sharper. More focused. The same way I feel with Abbie in my life.
My heart thuds heavily in my chest as I pluck the branches from the ground and realize that this changes nothing. Abbie is still leaving today, the only difference now is I’ll understand exactly why it will break my heart to watch her go.
30
Cole
With my axe slung over one shoulder and an arm full of fire fuel held
on the other, I make my way back home. It’s crazy how quickly I began thinking of this place as my home, but this little cabin has felt more meaningful than any apartment I shacked up in, between deployments and postings. There are luxuries that I’m looking forward to enjoying again when I build my permanent log house, things like a solar heated water collector for showers that won’t feel like shards of a glacier have sheared off onto your skin. What can I say, it’s the little things.
I think I’m going to look back on this place fondly, for the most part. It’s the place that gave me my freedom, it’s where I made peace with my demons, it’s where I fell in love with her.
I try to push the last thought away, I don’t need to keep reminding myself of how I feel about her. It’s not doing me any favors. It’s best to just push it down and take her back to Whitehorse without a lot of emotions making it all harder. Better to make it quick, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
If a Band-Aid was covering a stab wound to my heart.
I close the gap between me and my cabin and look around the area for Abbie. Dropping the pile of sticks near the door, I peer inside but see the room is empty. I twist on my heel and spin around, but she’s nowhere to be seen.
“Hello? Abbie?” I quickly make my way to the hill, racing to the top and looking for her around the area, but she’s gone. I trail my eyes over the horizon and the fall to the cliff below. Oh dear God, please, no!
Standing up tall, my gut twists up into a knot as I run back down and this time I inch over to the rocky edge. My heart pounding, I try to make myself look, but can’t.
“Abbie? Hello?”
Nothing. For a forest filled with living creatures, the silence is frightening. Somehow, I force myself to scan the bottom of the cliffs, but I don’t see her. Nothing but slate gray, jagged rocks and the occasional spindly tree defying all odds and growing out from the side of the mountain. I step back and try to think.
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