Cabin Fever

Content Advisory: Erotic

The blizzard whistled and rattled the old windows of the cabin.  Sophia wrapped the patchwork quilt around her shivering shoulders and scooted closer to the fire. The electricity in the small cabin she had rented had been out for over twelve hours and as night fell, so did the temperature.

She hoped the storm would pass and everything would be back to normal soon. When she said she had wanted some isolation she hadn't meant freezing to death in the woods. Her cell phone didn’t get a signal up there and her laptop battery died an hour ago.

Her car was completely buried beneath ice and the visibility was zero anyway; a complete white out storm. The wood stacked beside the red brick hearth wouldn’t last much longer and she cursed herself for not bringing more in that morning. She would have to make a trip out to the shed or she’d die of hypothermia.

As she pulled on jeans and a sweater and donned her parka, she made a mental picture of how far she would have to go to fetch the wood, a little past her car and to the right, if her memory served her. The red wagon outside was now buried in snow and she didn’t think she’d be able to pull it anyway. The snowfall had to be at least a foot deep.

A wicker basket filled with old magazines sat beside the overstuffed couch. Dumping them on the floor, she pushed on the bottom of the basket to test its durability. She needed something to carry the wood back in. Sophia dropped it next to the door and zipped up her jacket and put on gloves.

She took a deep breath and opened the wooden door. Grabbing the basket, she stepped onto the slippery porch and steadied herself. The first step down, she sunk into snow up to her thigh. Taking a step forward was like wading through quicksand.    

 After trekking the ten yards from the cabin to her car, she was winded and each breath was like inhaling fire into her lungs. Snow flurries collected on her eyelashes and she kept wiping her eyes hoping to see a little clearer. Goggles weren’t something she thought she’d need.

“This is bullshit. Fuck me.” Sophia tried to catch her breath.

A deep laugh erupted, followed by, “If you insist.”

The voice came out of nowhere. She shrieked, lost her balance and fell backwards into the snow. Now neck deep, she looked up at a tall, dark figure.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He leaned forward and grabbed her arm by the elbow and pulled her to her feet.

“Who the hell are you? Jesus Christ. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” The wetness penetrated her jeans and instantly chilled her to the bone and she shuddered.

“I’m Alex. I live in the cabin down the road.” His face was mostly obscured by a knit hood of some sort.  

Her natural instinct kicked in and she tried to back up. “What are you doing here? Out in this weather?”

“This place is usually empty but I remembered seeing your car out here yesterday and I thought I’d come check on you. City girls don’t do too well in these conditions.”

Sophia’s teeth chattered when she tried to respond.

“Maybe I should ask what you’re doing out here.”

“I…I…needed wood.” She hugged herself.

He looked at her basket now sinking into the snow. “Can you make it back to the cabin? I’ll bring some wood up for you.”

She nodded. Any reservation she had about trusting a stranger flew off with the bitter cold wind biting into her body.

“Go then,” he said and turned to walk away.

She trudged through the snow, lifting her knees like a member of a marching band to make each step.  

Once inside the cabin, she immediately began shedding her wet clothes. Her damp skin was freezing to the touch. Leaving her pants, shirt and jacket by the door, she walked over to the fireplace and held her hands toward the flames. The heat was searing but she needed to stop the shivering and alleviate the goose bumps.

The door opened a minute later and Alex pulled a sled piled with logs into the house. He dropped his backpack on the floor and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack.

Sophia watched him, waiting for him to take off the mask. Curiosity burned her brain as she imagined him being some kind of superhero. Maybe her temperature had dropped too low and she was delusional, standing there in her underwear picturing Batman stacking wood for the fireplace.

He turned his back to her and pulled off the hood. His longish blond hair hit his shoulders and without the jacket, he revealed a fairly muscular body and a rather large knife strapped to his hip.

She should probably have been afraid of him but she found herself intrigued. What kind of man lived alone way back in the woods?

As if reading her thoughts, he looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.

Damn. It’s Thor.

Alex removed his boots and carried some firewood to the hearth, stacking a few logs beside it and tossing two into the dwindling flames. He stood up and looked down at her. “You look like you just saw a ghost, Miss…I didn’t catch your name.”

She stared at him and tried to keep her mouth from dropping open. “Miss Parker. Sophia Parker. And, no, no ghosts, you just remind me of someone.”

“I hope it’s someone pleasant.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.”

He laughed. “Do you have a kettle or something? I have some cocoa in my backpack. You need something warm in you.”

Sophia coughed, that’s exactly what she needed but cocoa wasn’t what she had in mind. “There’s a teakettle on the stove. I’ll get it.” She turned the faucet on and nothing happened. She banged on the handles.

“Pipes are probably frozen,” Alex called from the other room. “Bring me the kettle and I’ll get some snow.”

While he went outside, she fetched her robe from the bedroom. Three minutes later they were sipping hot cocoa in front of the fire and his deep blue eyes were entrancing her.

“So, what brought you up here?” He unstrapped the Bowie knife and placed it on the bricks beside the fireplace.

She stretched her legs out in front of her and wiggled her toes. “I needed a break from the big city, some rest and some quiet. I didn’t anticipate this though.”

“Every few years a freak storm hits here. I figured you wouldn’t be prepared and the dipshit who owns this place doesn’t have a generator.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “I have a generator and running water back at my place. We can head over there in the morning. I don’t think you could handle a mile long hike in this cold.”

“Probably not.” Her fingers tingled and she squeezed them into a fist and opened them again.

“Let me see your hands. It doesn’t take long for hypothermia to set in.”

Sophia scooted across the floor and crossed her legs to sit before him.

He took her hands gently into his own and peered closely at her fingertips. He closed his hands over hers and blew his hot breath over them. “Your hands shouldn’t be this cold still.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Nah. I can warm you up quickly.” Without warning he pulled his shirt off and dragged her into his lap. “Lie against me.”

She sighed as he wrapped his arms around her and she settled in quickly, lulled by his beating heart. Her breathing evened out and all the tension left her body. There was something to be said for being held and it had been a long time since she’d been wrapped in someone’s arms like that.

He touched her hair softly and started to hum a familiar tune she couldn’t quite place.

Sophia closed her eyes and let her hand roam the plain of his hard chest. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent of both sweat and spice.

His nipple hardened against her cheek and she pulled back to touch it with her tongue, savoring the salty taste of his skin.

His body stiffened. “Whoa. Careful there. Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish, sweetheart.”

Looking up at him, she licked him again. “What if I am prepared to finish?”

He raised one eyebrow and let his hand slide down to her hip. “By all means, carry on then.”

She untied the belt of her robe and let it fall open before shifting her body to straddle his lap. He was already hard and she pressed herself down against him.

His fingers walked up her back to the nape of her neck where he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her head back. He kissed her neck while his other hand cupped her breast, squeezing and kneading.

She shrugged out of the robe and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She needed more. More sensation, more touch, more warmth. Her body tingled in a way that had nothing to do with hypothermia.

He pulled her down to his face and bit her lip before invading her mouth with his tongue. He pinched her nipple and rolled it between his thumb and finger.

She held his shoulders and moaned into his mouth.

Kissing her chin, he worked his way down to her neck and finally to her breast. Warm lips circled the hard tip. The wet hotness of his tongue tickled the peak before he sucked it into his mouth.

A thread of pleasure coursed through her, creating a tightrope of need between her nipple and her clit. He let go of her hair and gripped her ass with both hands, sliding her over his erection.

“Jesus.” He kissed her again. “Touch me, Sophia.”

She rested her forehead against his and slid her hands down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and buttons until she was finally able to slip her hand inside.

His cock was hot, hard, huge. She couldn’t wrap her hand all the way around it but she slid her fingers up and down his length.

“Oh, yeah. That’s nice.” He breathed hard and moved his hips slightly in time with her strokes. His hands pulled at the elastic of her panties. “I want you naked.”

She stood up to drop her underwear. Any inhibition she possessed had been abandoned somewhere outside in the cold. All that mattered now was the glorious heat.

He rubbed the outside of her thighs. “Come closer. I want to smell you.”

She smirked and stepped forward, standing over him, her legs parted.

His back rested against the couch and he leaned his head on the cushion. He pulled her closer until her knees were on the couch, on either side of his head, her pussy just inches from his face.

She braced her hands on the back of the couch and looked down at him.

He inhaled deeply. “You smell good. I want to taste you.”

Sophia’s breathing accelerated. “I want that.”

He pulled her against his face and parted her bare lips with his thumbs. His tongue darted inside her and he circled her clit with his fingers, tugging gently.

The intensity of the pleasure shocked her and she pitched forward. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

He kissed around the edges of her pussy and up to her throbbing clit. He sucked it into his mouth and licked at it with feather like strokes.

She gasped and dug her nails into the soft fabric of the couch.

He slid a finger inside her and curled it up, stroking her G-spot.

“I’m gonna come already. Damn.” She closed her eyes and tried to focus, to prolong the inevitable explosion. A slow burn spread through her with the hottest concentration being where his tongue expertly caressed her clit, working it from side to side and up and down.

Adding a second finger, he stretched her inside and fucked her fast and hard.

Her toes curled and she teetered on the edge of consciousness as her body convulsed and trembled. Her pussy clenched on his fingers and he slowed his thrusts.

He gave her one last lick and pulled his fingers out. “Let’s fuck.”

She gathered her strength and stood for a moment on weakened legs before straddling him.

He stroked his erection. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

She lowered herself over him and guided him to her entrance. She touched this stranger’s face, such beautiful features. Her thumb traced over his cheekbone and she pressed her lips to his and slowly slid down on his cock.

He sucked her lips and grabbed a handful of her hair again. “You’re so tight. Jesus, I’m about to explode.”

She moaned and slid down further, taking more of him in until she couldn’t accommodate any more. She lifted up and dropped again, faster.

Her come provided enough lubrication that she took him deeper. His cock filled her to an almost uncomfortable state.  “God. You’re so big. Feels so fucking good.” Her head lolled to the side.

He gripped her hips and impaled her hard, holding her there.

She screamed and scratched at his chest, leaving red trails of her lust coursing down to his abdomen.

He bit her nipple and squeezed her breast roughly. “Jesus help me, I want to hurt you. I want to hear you scream my name.”

She gasped. “Do it.”

He set her back on the rug and kicked his pants off. Crawling up between her legs, he lifted one over his shoulder and kissed her as he rubbed his cock over her slit. He moved his hips and plunged into her deeper than before.

She stared at his face, panting and moaning.

His jaw was set in concentration and he smoothed her hair away from her face. His calloused hands cradled her cheeks. “You’re so pretty and this pussy…good God.” He pumped in and out of her slow and hard.

He gathered her wrists and twisted them behind her head, pinning them there with one hand. He bit down on her breast and nibbled on her nipple. “Lift your legs. I want to fuck you deeper.”

She did as he asked and rested her heels on his lower back. “Make me scream, Alex.”

“Oh, I will, baby.” He pulled back and rammed into her again, harder. His grip tightened on her wrists.

She arched her back and opened her mouth but no sound came out. The overwhelming sensations of him stretching and pounding her pussy brought tears to her eyes and she stifled a sob.

His dick slid over her G-spot and his pelvis grazed her clit on every upstroke. The familiar tension built inside her and reached a fever pitch.

“I’m coming again.” The tears spilled and she screamed, giving in to the pleasure of the pain. Her pussy squeezed his cock, milking him, while her clit thumped and her legs slid off his back. Her eyes rolled back and she mewled.

 “Oh, fuck yes.” He slowed his thrusts and moaned against her ear. “You’re coming so hard. I love it.”

Her body shook like she’d just run a twelve mile marathon and suffered total muscle failure. Just when she thought it was over, another wave enveloped her.

He kept her hands pinned and raised up on his knees. His other hand held her hip, keeping her immobile. “I need to come, baby.”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

He slid in and out a couple of times slowly. “Your pussy is like a damn fist after you come.” Gradually increasing the pace, he leaned over and kissed her while pumping her pussy fast and hard. His cock hit places inside her she didn’t know existed.

As impossible as it seemed, his dick swelled inside her and she shrieked again. “Fuck. Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Here I come, baby.” He rammed into her deeper and harder, his cock pulsating. With a final push, he released his warmth inside her. “Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” He released her wrists and kissed her tenderly.

“I don’t think I have either. You took me apart.” She rubbed her wrists where she wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises in the morning.

“You’re okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“You didn’t hurt me in any way I didn’t want you to.” She smiled and tucked his chin. “Let’s sleep.”

He lay down beside her and pulled her close, covering them with the quilt she’d used earlier.

Using his arm as a pillow, she fell asleep while he kissed the top of her head.

Look for Melissa’s next short story on December 8, 2012!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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