Page 9 of Bad Boy Lumberjack

To watch Allison grow in confidence fills my heart near to bursting. Everytime she feels the wind rush past her she looks at me with her sexy little smile and I want to hold her, kiss her and fuck her all at once.

But it is nearing the end of the week and I know there is something on her mind. Sitting together by the campfire, we are quiet, just gently touching each other. She sits between my legs, her fingertips running across my thighs. My hands loving the soft skin of her arms. As though, even in our own thoughts, we feel the need to touch each other.

I don’t want to disrupt the serenity of the evening, but I need to know what is bothering Allison. And more than that, I need to know she is in this for the long term.

“Did you talk to your boss?” She hasn’t said anything about work or quitting her job. The few times I have asked her about it she just brushed it off saying it was all okay.

I feel her body tense. And after a beat she moves away from me to sit across next to me. I feel the loss of her warmth like an ache in my arms. But I sense now it the time to talk seriously.

She is quiet for a while before she speaks in a soft whisper. “I didn’t tell you that I have leave booked. That’s why I have been able to stay. But it was only a week. I’m meant to be back at work on Monday.”

My first reaction is anger that she lied. But I knew. I knew that it was not in Allison’s character to just not show up to work without a word.

“Are you going back?” It causes a sharp pain in my heart to even ask the question.

I watch her face as she looks away into the trees. The orange glow of the fire dancing on her cheek. She lets out a big sigh and then the words tumble out of her like she is in a rush to push them out.

“I would like to stay. I love it here. I love being with you. I would give up my job, my apartment, everything….but…..”

She looks at me and the emotion in her eyes kills me.

“I need to know if this is serious between you and me. If this is just sex, it’s fine, I understand. I mean, I know your reputation. But I don’t know if I could give up my job for just sex. Even though it is pretty great sex.” She finishes with a wobbly smile.

I pull her onto my lap and kiss her with all I am worth. I’m not the best with words but I hope I can show her in a kiss how much she means to me.

“Allison. This is more than sex. I have feelings for you. I want a future with you. My idea for my camp, I only want to do it with you by my side. I know I ask a lot for you to move here,everything you would give up. But I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”

I kiss her hard and my heart feels like it will burst when she kisses me back. Her arms around me. I hug her as tight as I can. Kissing her over and over again until we are both breathless and grinning at each other like love-sick teens.

“And the sex is more than pretty great. It is fucking phenomenal!!”

She looks as though she is pondering that. “You know, I can’t quite remember, it’s been so long…”

With a low growl I kiss her hard. Pulling her shorts off in one quick motion. We laugh as we tug and pull at each other’s clothes. Jackets and t-shirts gone.

I unzip my shorts as she straddles my hips. No need to wait. We are both ready, and hot for each other. It only takes a look. A word. A smile.

She gasps as I enter her. My arm around her waist holding her down on me while I thrust upwards. But then she takes over, grinding her hips to mine. Pulling herself up and sinking down onto my thick, hard cock. Taking me all in like she was made for it. Riding me slow. Riding me hard.

Our gasps and grunts fill the night air. Her body glows from the fire. Her breasts bouncing as she moves on me. Her face tilted upward towards the stars in the sky. She saviours every inch. She loves this. Being on top. Playing with speed and depth and angles. Every new experience for her turns me on even more. The more she loves it the harder I come. My cock is throbbing for release. But Ally is having her fun and I like to let her play. Eventually she will ask me to take control. My girl likes it a little rough and fast at the end when she is ready to come.

“Is this what it feels like to be bad?” She asks between heavy breathing and moans.

“Oh no, Ally, this is so very, very good.”

She looks down at me. Our eyes locked as she rides me hard.

“Sawyer? I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like I’m a bad girl.”

Everything in my soul races into my cock and I feel I will explode. But I push her onto her back. On top of her I thrust hard with a fierce grunt. Lifting her legs up over my shoulders I sink into her long and deep. She’s ready. She wants it fast. But I give her long, sleek strokes to draw out her pleasure. She is begging now. Her moans getting louder. And just before I can’t hold myself anymore, I stroke over her swollen clit and she screams out as the pleasure takes her. Her pussy drawing me in deeper as I spill my seed, filling her up with my love. My woman. My amazing Allison. She is the good girl, the bad girl, but most importantly, she is my girl!!

Epilogue

Allison

One Year Later

I stand watching as the kids work together on the obstacle course. They are city kids and this group is loud. Everybody is so excited to be out in the woods. For most of these kids they have barely been to a park, let alone a mountain camp. I love spending my days outdoors in nature, working with the kids.

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