Damn good thing Andrew had his guy stock up the food. Plenty of beer left in the fridge, that’s a bonus. Jackson tried not to drink that often, but it was beginning to be an almost daily occurrence. It did help to quiet the demons that took up most of his dreams and all of his nightmares. Since the ambush, his sense of security and well-being was always on high alert, and he found himself looking for a bad guy around every corner. At times it was exhausting, but it was only natural now; after staring at the enemy face-to-face his sense of good and evil was also being questioned. Examining who was a friend and who was a foe also took a lot of his time daily, so the chance to be all alone in a mountain cabin was good for his psyche. His emotions could just take a break.
As the snow fell harder, the decision was made in his mind that the best thing he could do at that very moment was to grab a few beers, get completely naked, turn on a porno, and immerse himself in the hot tub. Maybe if he was lucky, he could stroke out a good one.
Ain’t never busted a nut outside let alone in a snow storm while sitting in a hot tub. Andrew does have a great life. Jackson grabbed four beers and proceeded out the balcony door to the hot tub. Placing the beers in the snow cooler next to the hot tub, he dropped his clothes to the floor and climbed into the tub. Turning on the TV, moans from a porn movie were automatic and resonated from the speakers.
“Last person here had had the same plan.” He laughed to himself.
Immersing himself in the warm bubbly water, the vibrations hummed on his balls. He started to get stiff from the combination of the water pounding his cock and the sounds emanating from the porn on the television. His thoughts were always of Annabelle when he would stroke his cock. He couldn’t help it; thoughts of her body and the sound of her voice played his body like a fiddle. He would imagine her talking, and his cock always responded even when he tried to hide it. It was like she was the pied piper and he danced to her music.
As he imagined sliding into Annabelle’s warm, sweet molten wet pussy, his strokes became harder and harder. He moaned louder, trying to stifle the sounds until he remembered he was all alone in the cabin so he could be as noisy as he wanted. Calling her name with each hard-gripping stroke, Jackson stood in front of the television and watched as the man on the TV pounded the woman into submission. He tried to match his strokes to those of the man on the TV. Just not the same. He was getting frustrated; the harder and quicker he stroked the less likely and further away he came to blowing his wad.
“Fuck!” he screamed as his frustration overcame him. He couldn’t ejaculate. The more he tried, the harder it became. Sometimes it was so easy, but other times, the bad times when his emotions and thoughts overcame him, his ability to orgasm completely vanished. Then he would sit hard on his hands ready to beat the crap out of someone, anyone, just to get his mind on something else.
Sitting back down in the hot tub he continued to watch the porn, grabbed another beer, and sat back trying to clear his mind of all thoughts except those of Annabelle and the sound emanating from the television. Damn, I wish that woman was here. I would bend her over and fuck the crap outta her till she walked funny. His eyes soon closed and he drifted off to sleep.
***
Annabelle
The snow fell as Annabelle drove up the mountain to the cabin. She white-knuckled it all the way up; the drive wasn’t far, but the snow was getting deeper, and the BMW was not the greatest in snow despite what the advertising said. Pulling up to the cabin she peered thru the window and noticed the television was still on.
“I thought I turned that thing off?” She was starting to question her sanity. She parked and started up the stairs. Stopping, she turned around and took in the scene. “It is absolutely beautiful up here. I could live in the mountains the rest of my life and be completely happy,” she said before turning and walking into the cabin and back to her room. She had a few hours before she had to meet Jake and Stephanie and her blind date.
“How do I let Stephanie talk me into these things?” she voiced, again questioning her sanity. Who the hell are you talking to?
Slipping off her t-shirt and yoga pants she had thrown on to go to the spa and get her nails done, she stood naked in front of the full-length mirror, observing every small detail of her body. She hated her body, but she was comfortable enough in her own skin now that she could exude confidence, at least the confidence sufficient to get laid. Stephanie had decided to call tonight “Operation Pop Goes the Pussy.” Basically, Stephanie figured it had been so long since Annabelle had had a cock inside her that when she finally orgasmed, it would be an O that would break the sound barrier.
If she was to take Stephanie’s advice, she figured it would be a lot more relaxing to masturbate after she showered. She would be clean and relaxed plus she could have a little foreplay fun in the shower, and since she was the only one here, she didn’t have to worry about being loud or worrying about anyone walking in on her. The water pounded her skin with warmth and vibration like that of a summer rain storm, ran through her hair and down her shoulders, cooling as it met with the curves of her nipples. The mix of warm and cold water exhilarated her, and as she closed her eyes, the image of Jackson Tolliver entered her mind. He did have a way of sneaking into all her dreams and fantasies. He had her by her cunt even though they had never fucked and she had often dreamed of being his slave and having him control her in every way.
This fantasy was playing out like a movie, and she found her hands smoothing over her skin as the water assaulted her body. When her hands made their way to her clean-shaven pussy, her finger refocused on the already swollen nub of her clit, and she grazed it ever so lightly. She didn’t want to get too excited yet; she wanted to fulfill this fantasy laying naked on her bed with the dildo vibrator she brought with her to help achieve her orgasm.
This dildo was the kind that suctioned to a wall or to a headboard. She often mounted it to her headboard and turned it on, and it had often brought her to orgasm, but there was always someone in the house so she couldn’t fully enjoy the experience. This time would be different, she wasn’t performing for anyone, and she didn’t have to stifle her pleasure. She was all alone, and if she was going to get laid tonight, she wanted it to last awhile.
As her fingertips continued to rub the nub of her clit, it became more engorged, and she was so ready to explode. She wanted to come right now, but she also wanted her fantasy to be complete, so Annabelle figured she better get washed up and finish while laying naked on her bed.
Chapter 6
Annabelle mounted her dildo to the headboard of her bed; as she turned around, she noticed the bedroom door was still open. Doesn’t matter. No one here to see or hear me. Getting comfortable on her king-size bed she continued what she started in the bathroom not moments earlier. It didn’t take long for her hands to help her body burn with desire. As her eyes closed, she pictured Jackson’s hands caressing her body and his fingers sliding into her hole. She had never wanted a man more than Jackson Tolliver; why she didn’t know, and she really didn’t care. She just knew from the moment his lips touched hers that he would control her mind, body, and soul till the day she died. She had to have him; now she just had to find him.
Her hands continued their onslaught over her skin, and she pinched her nipple with one hand while the other hand was busy entering her warm, wet pussy. Her mind continued to fantasize as she moaned and screamed his name.
“Jackson, oh Jackson don’t stop! I need you inside me now, baby. Please, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard!” Annabelle screamed as her hands made love to herself.
***
Jackson
Jackson awoke to the sound of the porn still playing on the television, and he was surprised he hadn’t fallen into the hot tub. He had no idea how long he had been out, but he did know one thing, he had a raging hard on and he needed to bust a nut soon, or he was gonna go crazy.
The snow was really coming down now, and although he had a roof over the hot tub, he was beginning to thi
nk the safest place to settle in for a little self-love would be inside tucked into his bed with the porn playing. He could get some lube and make his cock nice, wet and warm all while imaging his sweet Annabelle riding him like she was riding a horse. He couldn’t get enough of Annabelle; from the moment he laid eyes on her he had fallen hard, and when they kissed, that was the first time he knew he wanted her forever. She was his first love, his one and only, she was his life till the end of his.
After one kiss from Annabelle, he didn’t want any other woman. His life of the consummate bachelor was over, no more sleeping with other women; he would save himself for Annabelle. Until then she would only be his lover in his dreams. Many, many dreams. It was her letters to him while they were deployed that really told him in his heart that she was the one.
Jackson had decided when he lay injured, not knowing if he would survive, that if he did he would tell Annabelle how he felt. Lying in the dusty mountain ridge bleeding, he could hear the distant sounds of his buddies who were also injured, dying or already dead. He heard as the Taliban neared and took two of their guys.
Jackson had stayed as quiet as he could so as to not garner their attention. He had enough wherewithal to grab one of his buddies who lay dead and cover himself with his friend’s body, trying not to breathe knowing that if the Taliban found him, they would finish the job. As he lay there bleeding he prayed, prayed to God that if he let him survive and got him through the tough times that he would go to Annabelle and tell her how he felt and that he would never let her go.
When his battalion sent out a recovery team a day later, Jackson was near death himself, and the doctor wasn’t sure he would survive. Jackson fought back and then fought some more throughout the months of recovery and rehabilitation. His mind was always on Annabelle but at the same time he closed himself off from the world.
He had cut himself off from everyone—his friends, his family, and Annabelle. He decided he would cut ties with her as he didn’t want to burden her with taking care of an invalid, a broken man with nothing to offer her if he stayed in a wheelchair. He refused to answer his phone or emails and never responded to voice mails. It was four months after they returned that Jackson found out from Andrew that Annabelle was getting married.
Jackson was crushed, and his hopes of ever making a life with Annabelle disappeared. Jackson blamed himself; he should’ve gone to her, talked to her, given her something to hold onto. But no, he had shut her out, and she sought comfort from another.
So he sought the comfort of other women, alcohol, and more women. Andrew tried to reach him, tried to get through to Jackson and then out of nowhere, Jackson received an email from Annabelle. It was that email that pulled Jackson from the depths of despair.
Dearest Jackson
I am almost sure you will not read this email, but I wanted to make one last effort to contact you. It has been months since you returned and I desperately want to see you. It doesn’t matter to me what your current state is, I just want to know you are ok. I have emailed and emailed with no response, and I need to know you are ok. Please, Jackson please email me back. I know you have heard that I am engaged, just know that it is not what I want. I always have only wanted you, and if it takes until the end of time for you to realize that I love you, Jackson Tolliver, then I will wait until the end of time for you. You just have to email me back and tell me you love me too. If you do that, the engagement will be off, and we can be together. I don’t care what my father says, I only want you.
Love always and Forever
Your Anna
Jackson’s heart raced and flipped as he read the email, and his first thoughts were to email her back. But then he thought of the many hours of rehab he still had to go through, and he didn’t want to put her through the heartache of watching him struggle, as well as the possibility of never walking again. Those thoughts ran deep in his psyche.
He didn’t want to give himself to Annabelle as only half a man. He wanted to be the man who had shared a kiss with her the night before deployment. The man who wrote her every day while they were in Afghanistan and the man who could give her every pleasure she so readily deserved. Not a man who could not even pull himself out of his wheelchair or the man who for the time being couldn’t get a hard-on.
That was months ago, and now he was out of the wheelchair and relaxing in a cabin in the mountains. Although he should be using his cane when he walked, it wouldn't be for much longer, and that would be gone too. He chose to leave the cane in the corner of the cabin; he was getting around just fine without it. Besides, he wasn’t going to do much besides the occasional hike anyway.
With the weather coming in quickly it appeared he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. He figured he would make himself comfortable inside with a huge roaring fire, a couple of beers, and Netflix. Grabbing the beers from his makeshift snow cooler next to the hot tub he made his way back into the cabin and into his room. The water beaded off his body as he searched for a towel in the room. Having no luck finding the linen closet in his room, he went to the en-suite and grabbed the towel from the rack. Wrapping it around his waist, he grabbed the beers and walked into the central area where the kitchen was and opened the refrigerator door.
It was then that he heard something. He checked through the bay windows then shrugged it off; he just wasn’t used to being out in the middle of nowhere alone. His mind was just playing tricks on him. Best way to drown out the noise is the television. He switched on the sixty-inch monstrosity that sat in the living room and found a movie on Netflix.
Chapter 7
It was getting close to six o’ clock, and Jackson was starting to get hungry as he sat through thirty minutes of Gladiator and had already drunk three beers. Pausing the movie, he figured it was time to check out what Andrew’s guy brought and had stocked the kitchen with because he was getting to the point that he needed to eat something. He had already seen the movie at least half a dozen times so he knew how it would end.
As he rummaged through the cabinets looking for something quick and easy to fix he paused, thinking he had heard his name. The movie on the television was paused, so it wasn’t that. He checked the bay window again. Nothing. He walked toward the front door to check out the porch. The porch wrapped around the entire perimeter of the house, so he was able to check all directions.
Slipping on his boots and grabbing his coat he walked around the porch. Passing his room and then walking around the hot tub, he made his way to the back of the house.
“Nothing,” he said. “Weird.”
Continuing his inspection around the house, he rounded the corner opposite his room. Then he heard the sound again, getting louder the closer he got to the room opposite his. The louder it became, the clearer the voice became.
“Jackson!” the voice continued. “Oh, Jackson!” the voice sounding even more wanton.
I must be dreaming, Jackson thought as he stepped closer toward the bay window to the bedroom the voice emanated from. There was a small crack in the curtain, but the room was darkened enough that only the outline of a woman’s figure could be seen.
She was lying on the bed, naked, her legs spread as she played with her pussy. Jackson felt himself get extremely hard, but he was unsure whether it was real or if he was dreaming again. The woman continued calling his name; her voice familiar to Jackson. He would know that voice anywhere, and that was enough to convince him he was dreaming.
“No way in a million years is Annabelle here. I’m dreaming so wake the fuck up.” Jackson quickly turned, and in doing so, he pulled something in his leg that told him he was awake.
Annabelle’s here? No, she can’t be. How did I not see her or run into her? Jackson thought as he quickly made his way inside.
He had Annabelle here naked in a bedroom, and she was masturbating and screaming his name. All he knew was he needed to go to her, first without scaring her but also to let her see that he was there and she didn’t have to pretend to have the real thing bec
ause the real thing was standing right in front of her.
Jackson quietly opened the front door; he didn’t want to alert her to his presence because he wanted to watch her for a moment. The mere thought of her making love to herself while she thought of him was intoxicating to him, and his cock responded. Jackson still only had the towel wrapped around his waist; he slipped the boots off and tossed the jacket onto the chair. His cock jumped and made its way from behind the towel exposing the tip to the frigid air in the room.
Dropping the towel as he approached Annabelle’s room he noticed the doorway wide open, and as he got closer, the bed soon appeared in view. It was true, Annabelle lay on the bed, her hands exploring her body as Jackson approached the doorway. He leaned against the door frame, taking in full view of what was going on just feet in front of him.
Jackson’s cock got harder with every moan and sigh Annabelle made, and when she screamed his name, it was hard for Jackson to stifle his reaction. Here was the most beautiful sexy, intelligent woman he had ever met performing for him in his very own show, and she had no idea. Was it wrong that he watched her?
Annabelle pinched her nipples as she squeezed her breasts, moaning and calling Jackson’s name. Jackson couldn’t handle the wait and using the bit of precum that had beaded on the tip of his cock he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked. She was possibly the best damn thing that ever happened to him, and he watched her as she ran her fingers over her shaven mound to her clit. As she began to rub her clit, she called his name again this time so loudly that Jackson couldn’t stop himself.
“Jackson, please Jackson!” she screamed. “Fuck me now!” she begged.
“Alright, baby if you insist,” Jackson answered. Annabelle’s eyes shot open, her face flushed red, and her hands quickly attempted to cover herself, but she wasn’t having any luck. Every time she covered one area, another would show. Jackson stood watching, his cock erect as a smile stretched across his face, gazing at the pure milkiness of her skin. He delighted in the fact that not only did she struggle to cover herself but she had not kicked him out of the room, instead bringing her gaze to meet his before dropping to his rock-hard erection.
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