It was a long drive yesterday, but road tripping with Megan was everything I always imagined it would be. She was fun and up for any stop. She made the time pass by fast.
After getting into the cabin with her, we put the food away and look around. We have a hot tub and our own private deck with killer views of the Red Rock Mountains. And complete privacy. But I think the best part is being able to convince Megan to share the master bedroom with me.
Falling asleep with her in my arms is a close tie to waking up with her in my arms. Add in this is happening every day for a week, and I’m in pure heaven.
Megan is still peacefully asleep when I slip from bed and head to the kitchen to make her breakfast. A western omelet, bacon, and coffee. I’m just plating the food when I hear her enter the kitchen.
“This smells so good. One of the best things, when I was living with you a few months ago, was your food. Don’t tell Sage or Mom, but you’re a better cook.”
I had loved when Megan was living with me then. It was because Riley’s crazy Ex has found out where she was and had resisted arrest. He had drugs and unregistered guns in his house, so her brothers didn’t want her at the house until he was caught. I almost begged her to move in with me for good then. I laugh. “Your secret is safe with me.” I kiss her cheek and have her sit while I make her coffee.
When I bring the food over to her, and we start eating, she asks, “What’s on the agenda today?”
“Well, I booked us a pink jeep tour around town this morning, and I figured this afternoon we could decide from there where you want to explore some more.”
“Which tour are we taking?”
I pull up my phone and check the name. “It's an ancient ruins tour. It’s a dig site with Native American homes built into the rock that date back seven hundred years. I guess they take a scenic route there and back and have a certified guide for the ruins tour.”
“Oh my God, Hunter. That sounds amazing!” I can tell she’s excited; she’s bouncing in her seat, which makes me smile.
“Okay, well, eat up. We need to get ready to make the tour.”
Once we get to the tour office, we discover that we’re the only two on the tour today, so I’m excited. We get out to the jeep, and the driver is a very friendly woman in her fifties.
“You two make such a cute couple. Are you here celebrating anything special?” she asks.
“Well, we are. My girlfriend here just graduated with her business degree, and she was one of the top five in her class. It’s time to relax and celebrate before she takes over the business world,” I say and ignore the fact that Megan tenses when I use the word girlfriend.
When I look down at her, she’s smiling, and I guess she isn’t having second thoughts about it.
The tour is so much fun seeing everything up close and getting a private tour of the ruins. The drive there and back is great too.
After the tour, we have a small lunch, and Megan wants to drive around town a bit. We stop at a few small shopping centers and walk the stores. There are a lot of arts and crafts to take in. We pick up a few dreamcatchers for the house.
Mac, Megan’s youngest brother, is from the local Native American reservation. When he was adopted, their parents promised the tribal leaders they would keep his heritage alive. They have, and the family has a great relationship with the tribe.
Sage loves getting different dreamcatchers for around the house and as she travels, she picks up many from different tribes across the country. While here, Megan wants to help her add to the collection.
She picks out one that has the same colors as the Red Rocks behind it and another that matches the colors of Sage’s office. She picks up one for Mac too that has a wolf in the center. He has this thing with wolves, so I know he’ll like it.
Walking around hand in hand, I let her drag me in and out of every store in the town, and I happily carry her bags. I know most guys would be bored to death, but I’ve waited so long for this. I don’t want it to ever end.
That night, we grab takeout from a place in town and head back to the cabin. We sit out on the back deck and watch the sunset over the mountains while we eat.
“Tomorrow, I was thinking we head out to Jerome. It’s a ghost town about an hour from here up on the mountains. It’s supposed to be a beautiful drive.”
“Sounds good. Today was perfect, Hunter. Thank you for this trip. I love being here with you and just relaxing.”
“Anything for you, Megs. What do you think of taking advantage of the hot tub tonight?”
I watch her eyes light up. “That sounds perfect.”
We finish dinner and head up to change into our swimsuits. When Megan comes out of the bathroom in a navy blue bikini with white dots, I’m instantly hard and having a hard time remembering why I wanted to even leave the bedroom, to begin with.
Megan seems to be having just as hard of a time wanting to leave as she takes me in with my swim shorts and nothing else. I know she can see how hard I am from where she’s standing. There’s no hiding it.
“Megan baby, if you want to actually make it to the hot tub, you need to stop staring at me like that and move your sexy butt out of this room,” I say in a very husky tone.
That seems to catch her attention as she jumps and rushes from the room. I reach down to adjust myself and follow behind her. The view of her from behind is just as sexy as the front, and I can feel the cum leaking from my cock.
I grab a couple of towels and pour us each a glass of wine before meeting her out on the deck. Megan is already in the water, looking so relaxed. I set the towels down and hand her both glasses of wine as I climb in.
When I sit, she hands me my glass, and I hold it up. “To you Megs, I’m so damn proud of everything you’ve done and worked for. I can’t wait to see where you take that shop.”
I watch her eyes mist over, and we clink our glasses and take a sip. I watch her over the rim of my glass as she slowly sips the wine. The way her lips slip over the edge of the wine glass. The way her pink tongue darts off, getting every drop from her lips, and the way the slender column of her neck moves as she swallows it down.
I can’t take it anymore, I need to touch her. I set my glass on the side of the hot tub and then take her glass to set it next to mine. I grab her around the waist and pull her into my lap. She’s straddling me with her legs on the sides of my hips when I lean in to kiss her.
I taste the wine on her lips, and my head goes fuzzy as if I’m drunk just from this kiss. My hands on her bare skin at her hips tingle, and I bring one up to her hair and pull her in to deepen the kiss. When my tongue meets hers, her hips jerk against mine, causing me to groan.
I trail kisses down her neck, and she leans her head back, giving me more room. I kiss down to the straps holding the top of her bikini, and I pull back slowly, bringing my hand up to where the top is tied and looking her in the eye. Silently asking for permission to untie the knot. When she nods her head, I take a deep breath and untie the top. It falls between us, causing her plump breasts to spring free.
“Megan…” I groan. “God, your tits are perfect,” I whisper as I reach up and take one in each hand. I test their weight and run a thumb over each nipple, causing her to gasp. I bring my mouth up to one, suck her nipple into my mouth, and lightly bite down on it. When her hips jerk against mine again, I grin. This time she continues to grind on me.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” I say then bring her other nipple to my mouth and give it the same treatment.
“Megan baby, can I taste you?” I ask. All I can think about is getting my mouth on her.
She hesitantly nods, and I move quickly, setting her on the edge of the hot tub where she can lean her back against the porch rail. I spread her legs wide and untie the sides of her bottoms and get my first look at her beautiful pink pussy.
“So beautiful, Megs,” I whisper before leaning in and giving a firm lick from her slit to her clit. She tastes like heaven and cherries. Her hips thrust into my face, so I grab her hips to hold her steady as I suck on her clit.
I circle her clit with my tongue and play with it before licking back down and thrusting my tongue inside of her. Her legs shake, so I move back to licking her clit and trail one hand from her hip across her thigh and down to her pussy. I slide it up and down her lips before sliding a finger inside her.
She’s so wet and tight, and the thought of her this wet and tight on my cock has cum dripping down my cock. I lazily thrust my finger in and out of her while I suck hard on her clit. She brings her hands down and knots them in my hair, pulling me closer. She keeps moaning my name, and I know she’s close, so I give her clit a gentle nip followed by a hard suck, and she explodes on my tongue.
I suck up every drop of her release like my life depends on it. Having her come on my tongue is enough to have me come in my pants. God, you would think I’d have a bit more self-control than this, but I don’t even care. I could do this all day for the rest of my life.
I’d happily come in my pants over and over again if it means my Megan comes on my tongue like she did.
When she relaxes, I retie her bikini bottoms, grasp her hips, slide her back into the hot water, and pull her on to my lap. I fix her swimsuit top. She rests her head on my shoulder and lets out a satisfied sigh that makes my heart swell. A minute later, she sits up and looks at me.
“Your turn.” She tries to reach for me.
I grab her hand. “No need, baby.”
“I want to, Hunter.”
I smile. “I know you do, baby, but you coming on my tongue was the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, so much so I came in my pants when you did.”
I watch a smile creep across her face. “I like that I can do that to you.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I like that you can do that to me too.”
We finish our wine, then I carry her back to our room, where she dries off and gets in bed. Ending the night with her in my arms and a huge smile on my face.