Carnal Confessions in the Snowbound Cabin
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Chapter 1: Whispers of the Storm
Snow lashed against the cabin windows like frantic fingers, sealing Alex and Riley inside their private world high in the mountains. The air hung thick with the scent of pine from the crackling fire, mingling with the musky aftermath of their bodies tangled through the night. Alex stirred first, his muscles aching in that delicious way, the kind that echoed the raw pounding he’d given Riley hours before.
She lay sprawled beside him, her lithe frame—toned from endless trail runs, skin flushed golden even in winter’s pallor—curled against his chest. Long auburn waves spilled across the flannel sheets, catching the firelight. He traced a finger down her spine, feeling the subtle shiver ripple through her. Last night had been feral, their bodies slamming together in a rhythm born of pent-up hunger. But now, in the quiet, something lingered in her eyes when they fluttered open.
“Morning,” he murmured, voice gravelly from sleep and screams. His hand slid lower, cupping the firm curve of her ass, still tender from his grips.
Riley stretched like a cat, arching into his touch. “God, Alex, you wrecked me.” Her laugh was husky, but it cracked just a fraction. She rolled away, grabbing a robe from the floor littered with discarded clothes—her lace thong, his jeans crumpled like they’d been hurled in rage.
He watched her pad to the kitchenette, the cabin’s wooden floors creaking under her bare feet. Coffee brewed, filling the space with bitter warmth. Outside, the storm howled, burying them deeper in isolation. This wasn’t their usual city apartment rush; Riley had surprised him by renting this place for the holiday break, ditching family chaos for solitude. Or so he’d thought.
As she handed him a mug, steam rising like desire, her green eyes darted away. “I… went for a walk earlier. Before the snow hit hard.” Lies hung in the air, unspoken. Alex sipped, the burn grounding him. Something carnal stirred in his gut—not just lust, but a possessive curiosity.
They ate in near silence, pancakes sticky with maple, syrup dripping like precum down his chin. Riley’s fork trembled. Finally, she set it down. “Alex, we need to talk.”
Chapter 2: Shadows of Betrayal
The fire popped, embers spitting as Riley’s confession tumbled out. She sat cross-legged on the rug, robe slipping to reveal the swell of her breasts, nipples hardening in the chill draft. Alex leaned against the hearth, arms crossed over his broad chest, the tattoo of a snarling wolf peeking from his sleeve—a remnant from wilder teenage years.
“I slept with Brooke.” The words landed like a slap, sharp and stinging. Brooke, her wildfire of a best friend, all platinum crop hair and piercings, the one who’d crashed their parties with shots and smirks. “Not once. A few times. While we were doing our… thing.”
Alex’s mind reeled. Their “thing”—those heated Saturday nights in his off-campus hole-in-the-wall, bodies colliding amid textbooks and takeout boxes. He’d laid down the law: no others. But Brooke? It clicked, twisted logic snapping into place. They shared everything—late-night confessions, bras, secrets. Why not bodies?
He laughed, low and unexpected, the sound rumbling through his chest. Riley’s head snapped up, tears glistening on lashes. “You’re… laughing?”
“Makes sense, Ri. You two are fire and gasoline. I should’ve seen it.” He crossed to her, tilting her chin up. Her lips parted, soft and trembling. He claimed them roughly, tasting salt and maple. When he pulled back, her confusion melted into relief.
“You’re not pissed?” Her voice was small, vulnerable beneath the vixen facade.
“Pissed? Nah. Turned on, maybe.” His thumb brushed her lower lip. Internally, a storm brewed—not anger, but a carnal hunger to claim what was his, even if shared. “But rules from here. One: only her. Two: details, every filthy bit. Three…” He paused, heart thumping. “Invite me to watch. Or join.”
Riley’s breath hitched, eyes widening with a mix of shock and spark. “You serious?”
“Dead serious.” He grinned, feral. “Now strip. Show me what she got.”
🔥 She obeyed, robe pooling at her feet. Naked, she glowed in the firelight, pussy already glistening. Alex’s cock twitched, hardening against his sweats.
Chapter 3: Flames of Forgiveness
Riley rummaged in her suitcase, emerging with a devilish smile and a sheer black babydoll set—crotchless, the fabric whispering against her thighs like a lover’s breath. She sauntered back, hips swaying, the scent of her arousal cutting through woodsmoke.
“Like?” she purred, twirling. The negligee clung to her C-cups, dark areolas visible, the slit exposing her smooth mound.
Alex growled, yanking her close. “Fucking lethal.” His mouth crashed onto hers, tongues battling, hands roaming. He shoved her against the cabin wall, rough-hewn logs scraping her back. She moaned into him, nails digging into his shoulders.
Down they went, a tangle on the rug. Riley pushed him flat, straddling his waist. “My turn to ride, big boy.” She freed his thick shaft—veined, throbbing—from his pants, stroking with spit-slicked palms. The wet schlick echoed, her saliva dripping down his length.
She engulfed him, throat relaxing as she deepthroated, gagging prettily. Alex fisted her hair, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it, choke on it like Brooke taught you.” Her eyes flashed, pussy clenching at the words. Popping off, strings of drool connected them, she spat on his cockhead, jerking furiously.
“Fuck, Ri, slow down or I’ll flood your throat.” But she didn’t, humming vibrations until he hauled her up, flipping her onto all fours.
Ass high, cheeks spread by his thumbs, her pink pucker winked. He dove in, tongue spearing her asshole, lapping the musky ring while fingers plunged her sopping cunt. “Taste so fucking dirty,” he muttered against her skin.
Riley bucked, shoving back. “Eat my ass, Alex! God, yes!” Her hand flew to her clit, circling frantically. She shattered, squirting onto the rug, cries muffled by the storm.
No mercy. He reared up, slamming balls-deep into her pussy. Skin slapped skin, brutal and wet. “Take it, you cheating slut.” She loved it, chanting “Harder! Fuck me raw!”
His thumb breached her ass, knuckle-deep. Double-penetrated, she wailed, walls milking him. Climax hit her like lightning, and he followed, pulling out to paint her ass and back in hot ropes, cum trickling into her cleft. 💋
They collapsed, panting, her lingerie ruined. “Brooke never fucked me like that,” she whispered, curling into him. Tenderness followed fury—his lips on her forehead, fingers tracing lazy patterns as heartbeats synced.
Chapter 4: Frozen Paths and Burning Words
Dusk bled purple through the snow-glazed windows. Exhausted, they’d napped entwined, waking to gnawing hunger. Riley whipped up stew—chunks of venison simmering with herbs, steam carrying earthy promise. They ate by candlelight, the power flickering out, leaving flames to dance shadows across their faces.
“Tell me about her,” Alex said, spoon midway. Riley blushed, but his carnal gleam urged her on.
“First time, after shots at that dive bar. She pinned me to the bathroom sink, fingers in my pussy while biting my neck. Tasted like tequila and sin.” Her voice dropped, thighs pressing together. Alex’s cock stirred under the table.
“Details, Ri. How many times?”
“Four. Last one, she fisted me slow, knuckles stretching my cunt till I blacked out begging.” She met his eyes, defiant yet needy.
He stood, pulling her into the snow-dusted porch. Cold bit their skin, breath fogging. Moonlight silvered the drifts, pines groaning under white weight. Arm-in-arm, they crunched along a trail, boots sinking deep.
“This place… it’s magic,” Riley sighed, head on his shoulder. The isolation amplified every rustle, every shared warmth.
At a frozen creek, Alex stopped. “Ri, this weekend’s rewritten me. Your confession? Didn’t break us. Forged something harder.”
She turned, snowflakes melting on lashes. “Alex…”
“Date me. For real. Dinners, mornings, all of it. No more half-measures.”
Her kiss was fire in the freeze, tongues melting reservations. “Yes. God, yes.” Laughter bubbled as they hurried back, frostbitten cheeks burning brighter than the hearth.
Chapter 5: Elevator Ecstasy
Back inside—no, wait, cabin lift simulated in fantasy—they stumbled to the loft bed, shedding coats amid giggles. Clothes flew: her sweater snagging, his belt clinking. Naked now, Riley shoved Alex onto the mattress, mounting reverse cowgirl.
“Watch this ass bounce,” she commanded, impaling herself on his rigid pole. Up-down, slick sounds filling the air, her globes rippling with each drop. Alex gripped them, spreading to eye the union—his girth vanishing into her stretched lips, clit peeking swollen.
The scent of sex overpowered pine—sweat, cream, primal. She ground circles, moaning low. “Your cock owns me, Alex. Fills my greedy hole.”
He hawked spit onto her rosebud, thumb circling before pushing in knuckle-deep. “Like this? Stuffed everywhere?”
“Fuuuuck! Yes, finger-fuck my shithole!” Her pace frenzied, bedframe thumping walls. Breaths ragged, tits heaving unseen but felt in her arch.
Orgasm ripped her—body seizing, pussy gushing around him, ass clenching his digit. Pulses milked him relentlessly. He thrust up, chasing his peak, but held, flipping her missionary for deeper claiming.
Legs over shoulders, he railed mercilessly. Sweat-slick skin slapped. “Cum in me, breed your slut!” she begged, nails raking his back bloody.
He exploded, flooding her depths, excess bubbling out as he ground final pumps. Collapse. Whispers. “Love this. Us.”
They dozed, but midnight hunger stirred again. Riley’s hand found his semi, stroking to life. “Round three?”
Chapter 6: Dawn of Carnal Bonds
Sun pierced the storm’s remnants, golden shafts warming the cabin. Alex woke to Riley’s mouth on his morning wood, slow and teasing, lips stretched around his girth. She hummed tunes, tongue swirling precum salty-sweet.
“Insatiable minx,” he groaned, threading fingers in her tousled locks. She hollowed cheeks, bobbing deep till nose met pubes, throat convulsing.
Up she climbed, facing him, sinking onto his lap. Breasts brushed his chest, nipples grazing like sparks. They rocked languid, savoring friction—her clit grinding his base, walls fluttering.
“Feel that carnal pull between us?” Alex murmured, palming her ass. “Deeper than Brooke’s games.”
Riley nodded, eyes locked. “She’s texting. Wants to visit. You game?”
His hips bucked harder. “Fuck yes. Watching you two writhe? Then joining? Sign me up.”
Phone buzzed—Brooke’s voice note: sultry drawl promising “pussy feast for days.” Riley played it, volume up, as she rode faster. The audio fueled them: Brooke’s moans from memory triggering fresh waves.
But now was theirs. Alex flipped to doggy, pounding her sopping heat while spanking crimson handprints. “This ass is mine first.” Tongue dipped her pucker mid-thrust, her wails peaking.
She came howling, body quaking. He followed, pulling to hose her face—cum glazing cheeks, lips, dripping chin. She scooped and sucked fingers clean, eyes devilish.
Showered together, soapy hands exploring. Steam fogged mirrors, water cascading like endless release. “Real dates start tonight,” he said, toweling her curves. “Town diner. Then back here.”
Riley grinned, slipping into jeans that hugged like sin. “Brooke arrives tomorrow. Threesome blueprint?”
“Carnal chaos,” Alex agreed, pulling her close. Outside, plows rumbled, world intruding. But inside? Their bond solidified, forged in confession, fire, and unrelenting flesh.
As they packed for the drive down—break over, but fire eternal—Riley paused. “You saved us with forgiveness.”
“We saved each other.” Kiss lingering, tastes mingling: salt, sweetness, future promise.
The cabin faded in rearview, snow melting to slush. New chapter dawned, carnal confessions binding them tighter than any storm.
