Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,29

I wanted to be a hole for his cock for the rest of my life. Just to beg him to fuck me every day and stay in this cabin until the world went under around us. I wouldn’t need anything else. I’d be his slave, his fuckhole, and be grateful.

When he pulled out and untied me, his cum soothed my burning hole. He laid me on my side into the dirt and wrapped himself around me as we both caught our breath.

“Daddy…” I whimpered and fisted my length. “Please.”

“Make yourself come.” Vincent rose on his elbow and watched as I stroked myself, writhing on the ground. He clasped a hand under my chin and lightly squeezed my throat, his intense gaze boring into my eyes. I came for a second time, my body arching, the stinging burn in my hole only heightening my orgasm. Vincent rubbed the cum over my lower body, my belly and hips, massaging it into my skin.

After a few minutes, he pulled my pants back up and handed me my dirty, crumpled shirt. He went to wash his hands in the lake. I was covered with pine needles and dirt, sticky with drying cum, my knees were scraped, and my right cheek was bruised from being pushed facedown into the ground.

In my mind, I was flying.

I tried not to wince as I sat to tie my shoes. Fucking hell, my ass hurt. Inside and out.

“C’mon. I need to warm you up,” he said when he came back. He was not his usual self. For the first time, Vincent sounded insecure.

I stood and took a few steps. Ouch.

“Mikey…” Vincent began, his voice weak.

“I’m fine, Vincent. Let’s go back.”

He walked behind me as I limped back to the cabin. He made me lie on the sofa and applied aloe cream on my ass. Then he parted my ass cheeks and kissed my pucker. Really kissed. My eyes fell shut, and I just lay there, feeling him. It was strange how not sexual it felt. Yeah, we were both sated, but still… He kissed my hole like he kissed my mouth, gentle and loving, lips nipping softly, his tongue soothing the rim.

“My beautiful fuckhole,” he murmured. “You taste of our cum and nothing else, baby.”

No lube. Yeah. I was probably going to pay for that tomorrow. But damn, I had no regrets.

He kissed my hole for a while longer, sending sweet little tremors into my body, and then his lips traveled up through my crease and along my spine until he was kissing my neck.

“Stay like this and rest. I’ll make lunch.”

Lying on my belly on the sofa, the thick layer of cream cooling my skin, I observed him as he moved around the kitchen corner, humming to music as he stirred the pasta. The lingering pain in my body warmed me like a comfort blanket—proof I belonged to Vincent.

That night, we went to his bed together as a matter of course. I loved kissing Vincent. Loved it. I had constant beard burn all over my face and neck, but it only made me giddy. I kissed him now, relishing in the taste of him. In his bed, late at night, it was so easy to believe we were just lovers on a getaway, lost in each other. And I loved sleeping naked, surrounded by his warmth and scent. I clung to him, nuzzling the side of his throat.

He rolled me onto my back and pinned my arms above my head. His gaze roamed my face. “Does it still hurt?”

“No.” I was being honest. It wasn’t that bad. Just normal soreness after a thorough fuck. “It was the hottest sex of my entire life. When I realized you had smeared your cock with my cum and were going to fuck me… It was magnificent. The pain was magnificent.”

Vincent slid his hands down my body, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled me to him.

“You’re dangerous, my sweet boy. I should keep you on a leash.”

“Do it. Put me in a collar and make me lie at your feet.”

“Mikey...” He sighed.

I closed my eyes. He kissed down my body, his short beard tickling my neck and shoulder. He toyed with the barbells and sucked on my nipples. He even brushed over my scraped knees. His lips traveled back up, tracing my ribs and collarbones, and then we were kissing again, slower and slower until we just breathed against each other’s mouth, with a few soft brushes of sensitive skin against skin.