Raw Eclipse: Cliffs of Forbidden Heat
Links for the heat: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Jump to Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Whispers on the Wind-Swept Cliffs
The summer solstice sun dipped low over the jagged coastal cliffs, painting the luxury villas in strokes of molten gold. Elena arrived with Marcus, her boyfriend of three years, their SUV crunching over the gravel path to Lila’s family estate. These weren’t just cabins—they were perched like eagles’ nests high above the crashing ocean waves, each one a sleek glass-and-stone haven with private decks and infinity-edge hot tubs that blurred the line between luxury and wild abandon.
Elena stretched her legs, the salty tang of sea air filling her lungs, mingling with the faint, earthy scent of pine from the cliffs below. She was 28, lithe and toned from yoga sessions that sculpted her curves without apology—full hips swaying under her sundress, sun-kissed skin glowing against the dark waves of her hair. Marcus, softer around the edges at 30, with his boyish smile and desk-job paunch, unloaded their bags. He pecked her cheek, oblivious to the storm already brewing in her chest.
Lila’s party was intimate, a dozen souls handpicked for the weekend: old college flames, work rivals turned friends, and a few wild cards. Among them loomed Jax, Lila’s tattooed gym-rat buddy from her CrossFit days. He was 32, built like a storm cloud—broad shoulders etched with ink that snaked down his ripped arms, a stubbled jaw that screamed danger, and eyes like smoldering coals. His laugh boomed over the wind, drawing glances from every woman there.
During the welcome bonfire on the main deck, Elena caught his stare first. Not the timid flickers Marcus offered, but a raw hunger that pinned her in place. She shifted, thighs pressing together against the sudden warmth pooling low in her belly. Why now? she thought, guilt twisting like salt in a fresh cut. Marcus chatted nearby, nursing a beer, while Jax flipped burgers, his biceps flexing with casual power.
“Smells amazing,” Elena said to no one, voice husky from the smoke. Jax grinned, plating a steak and sliding it her way. Their fingers brushed—electric, lingering a beat too long. “Raw enough for you?” he murmured, voice gravel wrapped in velvet. Her pulse hammered. Marcus didn’t notice, lost in a story about his latest promotion.
As twilight bled into night, the group migrated to a cliffside hike Lila insisted on—a “bonding ritual.” Torches flickered along the narrow path, waves roaring below like a beast in heat. Elena lagged behind, wind whipping her dress against her thighs. Jax fell back with her, his presence a wall of heat. “Careful here,” he said, hand grazing her waist to steady her over a rocky outcrop. Touch like fire—rough palm searing through fabric. She gasped, breath catching on the ocean spray misting her lips.
Marcus called from ahead, voice thin against the gale. “Everything okay, babe?” She nodded, but inside, desire clawed raw at her restraint. Jax’s scent—sweat and salt and something feral—clung to her as they descended.
Chapter 2: Flames and Flickering Shadows
Back at the villas, the real feast ignited. Lila manned the grill on the communal patio, flames leaping high, crackling with fat dripping into the coals. Music pulsed—deep bass thrumming through Elena’s bones, vibrating low like a lover’s growl. Beers flowed cold and crisp, chased by shots that burned sweet down her throat.
Jax held court, stories of extreme sports and bar brawls captivating the circle. Women leaned in, laughing too loud, touching his arm. Elena watched from Marcus’s side, a knot of jealousy tightening. He’s not mine to claim, she rationalized, yet her gaze traced the veins bulging on his forearms, imagining them pinning her down.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Marcus whispered, arm snaking around her waist possessively. She forced a smile, but her body betrayed her—nipples peaking against her bra from the chill breeze and illicit thoughts. Jax’s eyes locked on hers across the fire, bold, unyielding. He raised his bottle in a silent toast. Heat flushed her cheeks, spreading downward.
Lila sidled up during a lull, her breath whiskey-warm. “Jax mentioned you. Says you’ve got that raw edge he craves.” Elena’s laugh came out brittle. “He’s all talk.” But Lila’s wink said otherwise. Marcus, overhearing scraps, stiffened but said nothing, turning to fetch more drinks.
As stars pricked the velvet sky, Jax sauntered over, hips loose, commanding space. “Dance?” he asked Elena, ignoring Marcus entirely. The group whooped. She hesitated, pulse roaring louder than the waves. One song. Harmless. She let him pull her into the firelight, bodies swaying close—his hardness brushing her thigh once, twice, accident? No. Raw friction sent sparks up her spine.
Marcus watched, jaw clenched, but when Jax spun her back, he just pulled her close. “Fun, right?” His kiss tasted desperate. She nodded, but her mind replayed Jax’s grip—firm, unapologetic.
Later, sprawled on lounge chairs, Jax leaned in. “Hot tub later? Overlooking the cliffs. Moonrise view’s killer.” His voice dropped. “Come alone.” Marcus hovered nearby, pretending not to hear. Elena’s core clenched, slickness gathering despite the guilt gnawing her edges.
Chapter 3: Cabin Confessions and Cracks
The bonfire dwindled to embers as the group scattered to their villas. Elena and Marcus stumbled into theirs, laughter fading into heavy silence. The room smelled of cedar and sea, king bed dominating the space, glass wall framing the dark ocean abyss.
Marcus pinned her against the door, mouth hungry, hands fumbling her dress straps. “You’re mine,” he growled, more plea than command. She arched into him, needing friction, but his touch felt… tame. His fingers dipped between her thighs, finding her drenched. “Fuck, babe… because of him?”
She moaned, evading. “Just you.” Lie tasted bitter. His cock pressed insistent but average against her, sliding in with familiar ease. They rutted fast—bed creaking, his grunts filling the air thick with musk. She came quick, imagining Jax’s bulk crushing her, but Marcus spilled too soon, collapsing spent.
A knock shattered the afterglow. Marcus yanked on shorts, door creaking open. Jax stood there, shirtless, towel slung low on chiseled hips, tattoos gleaming under porch light. Water droplets traced his pecs, V-line arrowing down. “Time?” he said, eyes on Elena, curled in sheets, sheets barely covering her flushed breasts.
Marcus stammered. “She’s… we’re…” Jax chuckled, low rumble. “I’ll be waiting. Raw night like this? Don’t miss it.” He vanished into shadows. Marcus shut the door, face ashen. “That asshole.”
Anger flared in Elena—Marcus’s hesitation fueling it. She slipped into a robe, heart pounding. “I’m going. Just to talk.” Lies again. Marcus grabbed her arm, weak grip. “Don’t.” But his eyes pleaded, no fire. She wrenched free, storming out, robe whispering against thighs already slick anew.
The path to the cliffside hot tub wound dark, wind howling like a siren’s call. Villas’ windows glowed, silhouettes peering. All would see.
Chapter 4: Steaming Surrender 💋
The hot tub bubbled under the full moon, steam rising like ghosts into the night, ocean crashing symphony below. Jax lounged naked, legs spread wide, his cock thick and heavy against his thigh—even soft, it dwarfed Marcus. He beckoned. “In.”
Elena froze, robe clutched. No bikini. Exposed. Back to their villa—Marcus’s shadow in the window. He watched. Didn’t chase. Rage boiled with lust. She dropped the robe, breasts bouncing free, nipples hard peaks, trimmed mound glistening in moonlight. Jax’s gaze devoured, cock twitching to life—veins pulsing, head swelling purple.
She slid in opposite, water scalding her skin, jets pounding like fingers on her clit. Silence stretched, broken by his grin. “Knew you’d come. That raw pull.” He closed the gap, hands cupping her face, pulling her into a kiss—brutal, teeth nipping lips bloody-sweet. Tongue invaded, tasting beer and sin.
She straddled him, slick folds gliding his length. “Fuck,” she hissed, grinding. His hands mauled her ass, spreading cheeks, finger circling her tight ring. Gasps echoed over waves. “Take it,” he commanded, lifting her, impaling her on his girth. Stretched raw, burning bliss. She rode hard, water sloshing, tits slapping his chest.
Jets hummed against her back, his thumbs rolling nipples to agony-ecstasy. “Your man’s watching,” Jax growled, pounding up. Truth hit—Marcus’s distant figure. Humiliation spiked her orgasm, walls clenching vise-like. Jax didn’t stop, flipping her to grip the edge, slamming from behind. Balls slapped her clit, wet smacks mingling with cries. His thumb breached her ass, raw intrusion pushing her over again—squirting into the froth.
He roared, flooding her depths, hot jets painting walls. They slumped, breaths ragged, water cooling around sweat-slick skin. “More?” he whispered, already hardening.
But she glimpsed Marcus retreating, defeated. Guilt flickered, drowned by aftershocks trembling her limbs.
Chapter 5: Fractured Dawn and Feral Hunger 🔥
Dawn crept pink over the cliffs, birds wheeling on thermals. Elena slipped back to the villa, thighs sticky, body aching deliciously. Marcus waited on the bed, eyes red-rimmed. “You… fucked him.” Not question. Statement.
She nodded, shame burning cheeks. “It just… happened.” He pulled her close, surprisingly gentle, then pushed her down. “Show me.” Shock. His cock, hard for once with borrowed fire, plunged her cum-filled pussy. Sloppy seconds—Jax’s seed lubing the way. Marcus groaned, thrusting frantic. “Was he bigger? Better?”
“Yes,” she gasped, truth raw on her tongue. He came hard at that, collapsing. New dynamic: cuckold spark in his eyes. But Elena craved Jax pure.
Morning hike redux—group affair, but Jax pulled her aside into pines. Pushed against bark rough as his stubble, he devoured her neck, hands ripping panties aside. “Missed this heat.” Fingers plunged her soaked core, curling G-spot, thumb mashing clit. She muffled screams into his shoulder, bucking as she gushed down his wrist.
He dropped trou, bending her over a log. Cock speared ass this time—no prep, raw burn twisting to white-hot pleasure. Inches claimed her virgin ring, pounding till she saw stars, ocean roar fading to her howls. He painted her bowels, pulling out to watch it drip mingled with pussy nectar.
Group oblivious ahead. Marcus? Doubtless suspecting.
Chapter 6: Eclipse’s Raw Reckoning
Afternoon blurred into hedonistic haze. Lila’s villa hosted “spa day”—sauna steaming, oils slick. Jax cornered Elena in the dim heat, towels discarded. Sweat poured, bodies sliding frictionless. He ate her out on the benches—tongue lashing folds, sucking clit like candy, fingers fisting wrist-deep till she screamed, juices puddling wood.
“Raw animal,” he murmured, flipping to 69. Her lips stretched around his monstrosity, gagging on veiny shaft, balls heavy on her chin. Salty pre-cum coated throat. Mutual devouring—his teeth nipping labia, her nails raking sack—climaxed together, her squirt drenching his face, his load choking her swallow.
Evening cliff BBQ revisited, but now brazen. Jax claimed her lap openly, hand under skirt fingering idly while chatting. Marcus served drinks, averted eyes. Group whispered, aroused tension thick as fog.
Nightfall: Trio twist. Jax dragged them both to his hot tub. Marcus stripped hesitant, cock shamed small beside monster. “Watch,” Jax ordered. Elena knelt waterline, throat-fucked balls-deep, drool stringing to tits. Marcus jerked furiously.
Jax bent her doggy, railing pussy while Marcus licked offered ass. Degraded, empowered—Elena shattered in multiples, body convulsing. Jax pulled Marcus’s head to her clit, forcing participation. Final eruption: Jax in her ass, Marcus in pussy—double stuffed, stretched to breaking. Cum overflowed, mixing in frothy waves.
Moon high, they lounged entangled. Elena’s world shifted—raw eclipse of loyalties. Marcus whispered devotion anew, Jax grinned possessor. Weekend etched eternal, cliffs echoing their primal symphony. Desire’s tide receded, leaving transformed shores.
