Cabin Fever

by Rye Hart

  “You’re not going out again in this,” she said. “I’m very serious, Liam.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I knew her hands were cupped around my toes but I couldn’t feel them. I looked down and willed my toes to move, trying my best to get them to jump start. I could feel Whitney’s worried stare on my face as she worked my second boot off. Then, she worked on getting my frozen sock off before she tried warming them up herself.

  She grabbed a blanket off my lap and wrapped them around my feet. She rubbed her hands together and tried to scoot herself off to the side so the heat of the fire would hit them. My shivering was subsiding but that deep, aching cold was still there. My joints were stiffening and my muscles were beginning to ache.

  This just wasn’t going be enough.

  “Could I ask you a question?” Whitney asked.

  “Sure,” I said.

  “How many times did you deploy when you were in the Navy?”

  She looked up at me with those big blue eyes and I shook my head in exasperation. I was way too cold to have this conversation, nor was I ready to open up that chapter of my life again. I’d come to the mountains to get away from that life. To never have to talk about it or indulge it or think about it ever again.

  “Whitney, I’m just too… cold… right now,” I said.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, snickering. “Really bad timing.”

  I saw the guilt rush over her face but I could also see that it didn’t diminish her curiosity. If she was wearing my clothes, that meant she had to go rummaging around in my room. That didn’t really bother me too much. I figured she’d want something new to wear eventually. But it meant she’d probably found my Purple Heart.

  “I know what’ll warm you up,” she said.

  She dropped my feet and all I wanted her to do was come back.

  I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen before she stuck something into the microwave. A few minutes later, the wonderful smell of coffee permeated the room and I could feel my salivary glands kick into overdrive. I wanted the blackest cup of coffee she could give me, at the hottest temperature she could make it.

  And when she brought it over to me, I sighed.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “Not a problem. I’ve got soup coming in a few seconds, too.”

  I sipped the hot coffee gratefully. It warmed my insides, knocked the icicles off my bones, and helped my joints relax. I felt the couch cushion compress beside me and I looked over to see Whitney with a bowl in her hand and a smile on her face.

  Her gaze danced around my head.

  “This new hairstyle looks good on you,” she said.

  “Compliments to the stylist,” I said.

  “I hope you keep it up after I’m gone.”

  Her words pierced me more than they should’ve and I tried my best not to show it.

  When the old man at the shop told me we’d be stuck here for at least two more days, I hadn’t been as annoyed as I should have been. When Whitney had first shown up in my life, she’d been nothing but a nuisance. But over the past couple of days, I’d gotten to know her. I’d discovered both a sassier and a softer side to her. I’d felt her beneath my body and I’d woken up to her presence in the same room as me.

  She’d etched herself into me somehow and it was going to be hard to let her go.

  I traded her the mug for the bowl and tipped it up to my lips. I practically poured the hot soup down my throat, ignoring the burn and savoring the way my body was finally thawing back to life. My arms didn’t hurt when they moved and it no longer hurt to breathe, but when I went to move my toes, they still weren’t budging much.

  “Would you like some more?” she asked.

  “Actually, I think I’m gonna need some warm water. My toes still aren’t moving much.”

  I saw the worry cross her face but she quickly took the dishes to the kitchen. I heard her pad down the hallway as I got up off the couch. I gingerly walked my way into the bathroom. She was hunched over the tub as she fiddled with the knobs and, the moment the hot water started steaming up the room, I started shedding my clothes.

  The water ran while Whitney helped me take off the rest of my clothes. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it down my arms before I tossed it into the hamper. I noticed her clothes were in there as well and I figured she’d taken a shower while I was gone. I could see her cheeks flushing as she helped work the frozen buckle of my belt loose. I watched her turn away from me as I sat my naked body into the deep tub.

  “Need anything else?” she asked.

  “There is one thing,” I said.

  “What?” she asked.

  She whirled around before her eyes widened. She was flustered beyond belief and it honestly looked good on her. The red tint to her cheeks was starting to trickle down her neck and the way her eyes raked over my body caused me to bite back a groan. Whether or not she realized it, her breath was coming in shorter pants. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Her fingers were twirling themselves in the excess fabric of my sweatpants.

  Every involuntary sign was there that told me I should simply go ahead and ask for what I wanted.

  “I’d like you to get in with me,” I said.

  Her eyes shot up to mine and I could see them widen. I feared she was going to turn me down. I thought maybe I’d overstepped my boundaries when I saw her fists clench at my question. I could tell she was deliberating, trying to figure out if this was a good idea or not.

  The water was still running, filling the tub and finally defrosting my toes before she made a decision.

  She walked over to the water and turned it off. The moment she turned her back to me, I figured I’d been turned down and I honestly couldn’t blame her. We were both in awkward territory and trying to figure out how we were going to get her back to the resort. I could tell she was still limping slightly on her ankle and, eventually, she’d feel too cooped up to stay any longer.

  I heard something fall to the floor and whipped my head up.

  Slowly but surely, she inched her way out of my clothes. They fell to the floor in piles before she turned around and I got my first good look at the beautiful body I’d taken a couple of nights ago. Her skin was lightly tanned and glistened with a reddish tint. Her hips were thick and her breasts were supple. Every curve and every dip of her body was begging to be touched by my hands. She stepped into the tub and settled right between my legs and, immediately, my dick jumped to life as she settled back into my chest.

  “How are your toes feeling?” she asked.

  “I can move them now,” I said.

  “That’s a good thing. Wouldn’t want to lose those.”

  “That wouldn’t be ideal in this situation, no.”

  I allowed my hands to slide up her arms while her head laid back on my shoulder. Her skin was soft underneath my fingertips. My erection pulsed at the small of her back, aching for her. She pressed into me, pulling a sigh from between my lips before I moved her hair off to the side.

  “You’re a beautiful woman, Whitney,” I said into her ear.

  She opened her neck to me and I planted a small kiss on her skin. I could feel her shivering and her hands ran up and down my legs. I wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her closer to me, the water sloshing around us while my lips savored the taste of her neck.

  “Liam,” she said in a whisper.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “What about this?”

  My hand slowly inched up her body and cupped a luscious breast. Immediately, her nipple sprang to attention, begging to be touched. I massaged her skin, her nipples poking between my fingers. I squeezed down on it ever so slightly, pulling moans from her mouth as she rolled her hips right against my cock.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  “What about this?”

  Slowly, my other hand inched down between her legs. Her pussy folds were swollen with desire, waiting for me to part them and
explore her body. I slipped my fingers into her and felt her press down onto them, a wanton groan escaping her lips as she spread her legs farther for me.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Do you want more?”

  I paused, feeling her entire body tighten up at my question. This wouldn’t have to go any further, not if she didn’t want it to. I was perfectly content with holding her body close to mine and simply feeling her draped against me. It’d been years since I’d allowed myself the pleasure of the female form and Whitney’s form was as perfect as they came. Supple curves. Soft skin. Tits that reacted to me and a pussy that was currently dripping onto my fingers. There were so many things I still wanted to do with her. So many areas of her body I wanted to taste. I wanted to go slow and explore her body this time. I wanted to keep the animal in its cage until I’d satiated my thirst for her.

  But if that wasn’t what she wanted, then this didn’t have to go any further than what it currently was.

  “Yes,” she said, whispering. “I want so much more.”

  I shivered at the thought of what I would do to her tonight as my lips drew in a patch of skin at her neck.

  “Then lean into me,” I said. “And spread those legs wide.”

  CHAPTER 18

  WHITNEY

  I was shrouded in him.

  My body leaned into him and his lips continued to coat my neck in kisses. My body was stuffed with his fingers while his thumb found my swollen clit. He was slow. Tender. Like he was trying to savor the moment. It was different from what I’d experienced with him a couple of nights ago, and I felt my entire body exploding with electricity.

  My hands gripped onto his strong thighs while I bucked against his hand. The water was splashing over the edge of the tub, dripping onto the floor while I chased my own need. I felt him grinning into my skin while the hair of his beard tickled the crook of my neck and, by the time his hand started to pick up the pace, my leg was thrown over the side of the tub.

  But then, he stopped.

  I whimpered at the loss of his touch. I felt him gather me in his arms before he raised us both up from the bath. I could feel my arousal dripping down my skin as he stepped out of the tub, but instead of taking us to his bedroom, he padded out to the living room, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all.

  I felt him place me on the chair by the fireplace as the heat roared over our bodies. Then he tossed my legs over his shoulders before he knelt in front of me.

  My eyes hooked onto his stormy gaze as his tongue slid up my slit. My clit was so swollen, he was already grazing against its tip and I jolted at the sensation. He opened my pussy folds with his fingers and watched my juices drip onto his furniture, groaning at the sight. My hand ran through his hair, tugging him closer and closer to my body.

  Then, he gave me exactly what I wanted.

  As I sat on my throne with this massive man kneeling between my legs, I jolted with every flick he gave me. His lips puckered around my swollen clit and his tongue worked me expertly. His beard raked against my sensitive folds as his hands clamped down on my hips. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of him and, soon, I was rolling my hips into his face.

  “Liam. Yes. Oh, just like that. Don’t move. Don’t stop.”

  My heels dug into the rippling muscles of his back while his lips suckled on my clit. I felt like I was floating as the fire beat down its heat against our naked bodies. The curtains were open and the moonlight was shining through. The snow backdropped Liam’s head between my legs as my nipples began to pucker. I felt it coming, that slow burning sensation that gathered steam with every lick he gave me.

  My toes began to curl and my back began to bow and, soon, both of my hands were tugging on his thick tendrils, trying to get him as close as I could.

  “Yes! Liam! I’m coming! Don’t… stop…”

  My pussy began to throb in ecstasy as Liam’s tongue pressed deep into me. My climax rendered me speechless while my jaw unhinged in pleasure. I was captivated by the way he felt between my legs. I was blown away by how quickly he could bring me to orgasm.

  I felt my juices spilling onto his chin as his tongue continued to ride out my pleasure with me.

  My body dropped into the chair and I felt him slowly pull away. He placed random kisses up my body before he hovered above my face and I smiled when I saw my fluids glistening in his beard. I rose up to catch his lips as his arms slipped around my body and, soon, we had traded places before he sat me down in his lap.

  I felt him reach down and grab his cock to position it at my entrance.

  I opened my eyes and looked at him, studying him through the hazy lens of pleasure. I could feel his pulsing cock between my legs, ready to be devoured by my pussy. He was growing bigger and bigger by the second as the heat of my body beat down on him. I leaned my forehead down onto his while my arms slinked around his neck. Then, I bucked my hips forward and allowed my pussy to swallow his cock whole.

  I felt his grip settle on my hips as he guided my motions.

  We breathed each other’s air and I could smell my scent upon his skin. He rolled my hips while he groaned, biting down onto his lower lip to stifle his noises. I sucked his lip between mine, releasing the growls and groans he had to give me.

  “I want to hear them,” I said, whispering. “I want to hear them all.”

  His hips matched every roll I gave and, soon, our moans were intermingling with one another’s. His hand came up to run through my hair, pushing it back from my face so he could look into my eyes. Our gazes locked and our breathing synced, our bodies rolling in tandem while goosebumps rose upon my skin.

  There was a tenderness behind his dark blue eyes and I wasn’t ready to let it go yet.

  I slid my hands down his chest before I let my fingertips trail down his rippling abs. His body was perfect in every single way. He was strong but gentle. He was toned but humble about it. I wrapped my arms underneath his and rushed my fingernails up his back, laying my head into the crook of his neck.

  All movements stopped and he stayed seated within me as the fire crackled beside us.

  I felt his chest rising with his breaths. I felt his cock throbbing against my dripping walls. I could feel the juices I’d already leaked onto his skin and the way his hands pressed into the small of my back. I ghosted his skin with kisses until I finally found his lips and, when I did, I tilted my head off to the side and devoured his tongue.

  Immediately, I was picked up off the chair. I wrapped my legs around Liam and steadied myself as he walked us back into his bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, his cock slipping from me before juices flooded down my legs.

  Then he turned me over and lifted my hips up into the air.

  His hand wound into my hair as my face buried into a pillow. He plunged himself inside my body as I moaned for more of him, my hips bucking back to get him to move. He slid all the way out before he slammed back in and my whimpers of ecstasy became cries of pleasure.

  “Yes! Please!”

  Again and again, it happened, him sliding out and slamming back in. My ass jumped for him, causing me to plant my hands into the headboard of his bed. With every move he made, it knocked against the wall, threatening to shatter into a million splinters before I came on his cock. His hand wrapped steadily into the tresses of my hair as his hips continued their assault and soon his thrusts were coming so quickly I wasn’t sure I would be able to breathe in between them.

  My pussy was fluttering and my juices were dripping. His cock was growing and his balls were smacking my clit. I wrapped my feet around whatever part of him I could feel while that electric sensation shot down my back, my body begging for more of him.

  And then, it happened again.

  “Yes! Shit! Don’t stop. I’m coming, Liam.”

  My body popped, sucking Liam’s cock deeper into me as he drove himself inside one last time. He dropped to my back and pressed kisses up my spine as my body shook. I bit down on the pillow, stifling my moans and whimpers whi
le his cock spilled itself into me.

  “Whitney. Holy hell.”

  It was the first time I’d heard my name drip from his lips. I closed my eyes and allowed it to wash over me as my pussy trapped him inside. My toes finally uncurled and my body dropped to the bed and soon I felt his body resting on top of mine. The light sheen of sweat that had gathered upon his skin coated my back and, as he slowly slid out of me, I could feel our intermingled juices trickling from between my legs.

  He pressed kisses into the back of my neck before he finally released my hair. Then, he slid off to the side and gathered me in his arms.

  I was waiting for him to slip out. I could feel my eyes growing heavy with exhaustion and I assumed he would try to find his way to the living room again. But instead of moving, he slid his leg between mine and wrapped me up tightly in his arms.

  I sighed at the sensation as I scooted my body back into his.

  “The man at the shop told me something interesting,” he said.

  “What wonderful pillow talk,” I said, grinning.

  Liam’s chuckle washed over my body, still able to tingle my toes with electricity even though I was spent.

  “He said the main roads should be cleared by Friday. So, if I could get you to the main road, I could get you back to the resort.”

  “Ah,” I said. “Well, okay.”

  I barely knew Liam but I wasn’t sure I wanted this to end just yet. Friday was only a couple more days away and I was hoping to get more time with him. I’d come to enjoy the seclusion with him. I’d come to enjoy the silence of his presence. I’d come to enjoy the beautiful views he had from this little cabin of his. Up here, there were no worries. I didn’t have to think about my future or my career or how the hell I’d ended up here at this point in my life.

  He was a wonderful distraction and I didn’t want it to end.

  “Just thought you should know,” he said.

  I was exhausted and I could feel my eyes getting heavier, but there was something in his voice. Had I been a little more awake, I might’ve been able to place it, but the only thing I could identify about it before I fell asleep was the disappointment.