Stormbound Cabin: 1

💦Stripped by the Fireplace💦

The cabin door slammed shut behind us, cutting off the howling wind. Rain hammered the roof like it wanted to break in.

"You okay?" he asked, voice deep and steady.

I nodded, dripping wet, chest heaving. "Barely. That road was insane, Nico. I thought we’d slide right off the mountain."

Nico ran a hand through his soaked black hair, green eyes scanning me from head to toe. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with that rugged Etna vineyard look, stubble, strong jaw, and hands that looked like they could handle anything. We’d met only three hours ago when my rental car broke down near the lava fields and he stopped to help.

"Power’s out," he said, flicking the useless light switch. "But there’s wood and a fireplace. We’re safe here until the storm passes."

I shivered, arms wrapped around myself. "How long do these storms usually last up here?"

"Could be all night. Maybe the whole weekend." He struck a match and got the fire going. Orange flames jumped up fast, lighting the stone cabin with its thick beams and big fur rug.

I moved closer to the heat. "Great. Stranded with a stranger."

Nico stood up, firelight dancing across his face. "Not complete strangers anymore. You told me your name is Isabella. You’re the photographer from Palermo. I told you I own these vineyards. We’re stuck. Might as well get comfortable."

My wet clothes clung to every curve. I could feel his eyes on me.

"You’re staring," I said.

"Can’t help it." He stepped closer. "You’re beautiful when you’re soaked and pissed off."

I laughed despite myself. "Flattery while we might freeze to death?"

"We won’t freeze." His voice dropped lower. "But these wet clothes have to come off."

My breath caught. "Right here? Just like that?"

Nico reached out and brushed a wet strand of hair from my face. "Unless you want to keep shivering. I’ll turn around if you want."

I didn’t want him to turn around. The fire felt good, but the heat in his eyes felt better. "Don’t turn around."

His hands found the hem of my sweater. "Lift your arms."

I did. He peeled the soaked fabric over my head, revealing my lace bra. My nipples were already hard from the cold and something else.

"Fuck, Isabella," he murmured, eyes dark. "Even better than I imagined on the drive up."

"Your turn," I said, stepping closer. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a muscular chest and abs. My fingers traced the lines. "You’re warm."

He pulled me against him. Skin to skin. "You’re freezing. Let me fix that."

His mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was hungry, no hesitation. I moaned into it, hands sliding up his back. He tasted like rain and red wine.

Nico unhooked my bra and let it fall. His big hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples. "So perfect. Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I don’t want you to stop." I arched into his touch. "Touch me more."

He dropped to his knees on the rug, kissing down my stomach while unzipping my jeans. "These are coming off too."

I helped him push them down along with my panties. Naked in front of the fire, I felt exposed but so turned on.

Nico looked up at me, eyes blazing. "Spread your legs, Isabella."

I did. He leaned in and licked me slowly from bottom to top. I gasped, hands flying to his hair.

"Oh my God," I moaned. "That feels so good."

He groaned against me. "You taste incredible." His tongue circled my clit, then dipped inside me. Two thick fingers pushed in deep while he sucked gently.

I rocked against his face. "Nico… right there. Don’t stop."

He licked faster, fingers curling inside me. The fire crackled beside us. Rain pounded the roof. My moans mixed with the storm.

"You’re getting so wet," he said between licks. "You like my tongue on your pussy?"

"Yes. Fuck yes." I gripped his hair tighter. "I’m close already."

He sucked my clit hard and pumped his fingers faster. "Come for me. Let me taste it."

I came hard, crying out as waves rolled through me. My legs shook. He kept licking until I was trembling and pushing his head away.

Nico stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His pants were tented. "You’re even louder than I hoped."

I reached for his belt. "I want you inside me. Now."

He kicked off his pants. His cock was thick, long, and rock hard. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked.

"Condom?" I asked.

"In my bag by the door. But I’m clean if you are."

"I’m on the pill and clean." I pulled him down onto the rug with me. "I need you bare."

Nico settled between my legs, rubbing his cock along my folds. "You sure?"

"Stop teasing and fuck me."

He pushed in slowly, stretching me open. We both groaned loud.

"Jesus, Isabella. So tight." He sank deeper until he was fully inside. "You feel perfect."

"Move," I begged, wrapping my legs around him. "I want it hard."

He started thrusting, deep and steady at first, then faster. The rug rubbed against my back. Firelight flickered across our bodies.

"You like getting fucked by the man who rescued you?" he growled, pounding harder.

"I love it." I met every thrust, nails digging into his shoulders. "Deeper, Nico. Make me feel all of you."

He hooked one of my legs over his arm, opening me wider. The new angle made me cry out. "Like that? Taking every inch like a good girl?"

"Yes. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come again."

His hand slipped between us, rubbing my clit. "Come on my cock. Squeeze me."

I shattered around him, moaning his name as my pussy pulsed. He kept thrusting through it, sweat mixing with the rain on our skin.

Nico suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees. "Ass up. I want to watch."

He slammed back in from behind, gripping my hips. The sound of skin slapping filled the cabin.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," he groaned. "Taking me so deep."

I pushed back against him. "Harder. I can handle it."

He gave it to me harder, one hand reaching around to play with my breasts. "You’re going to ruin me for anyone else, Isabella."

We fucked like that for a long time, changing positions, talking dirty, moaning through the storm.

Just as another orgasm started building, a loud crack sounded outside. The cabin shook slightly.

Nico froze mid-thrust, still buried deep inside me.

"What was that?" I whispered, breathing hard.

He pulled out slowly and stood up. "Sounded like a tree coming down. Or worse… a landslide. Stay here."

He grabbed a flashlight from the shelf and moved toward the window.

I sat up on the rug, heart pounding for a new reason as he peered outside.

"Shit," he said. "The road’s completely blocked. And it looks like part of the hillside just gave way."

He turned back to me, face serious in the firelight.

"We’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”