Stormbound Cabin: 2

💦Thunder and Thrusts💦

Nico stood by the window, flashlight beam cutting through the darkness outside. I stayed on the rug, still naked, heart pounding from more than just the orgasm.

“We’re not getting out of here anytime soon,” he said again, turning back to me.

I pulled the soft throw blanket over my lap. “How bad is it?”

“Tree down across the road. And the hillside slid. Mud everywhere. No one’s coming up here until this storm blows over. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe longer.” He set the flashlight down and walked back to the fire. The flames lit up his bare chest and the hard lines of his body. His cock was still half-hard from before.

I swallowed. “So we’re really stuck.”

“Yeah.” He dropped down beside me on the rug and pulled me into his lap. “You scared?”

“A little.” I straddled him, feeling his warmth against my core. “But not of you.”

His hands settled on my hips. “Good. Because I’m not sorry we’re trapped here together, Isabella.”

I rocked slowly against him, feeling him harden fully again. “You’re not worried? No one knows where you are?”

He shook his head, green eyes locked on mine. “I was heading to check the upper vines alone. My phone signal died an hour ago. Yours?”

“Dead too.” I leaned in and kissed him, slow at first, then deeper. “Guess we have to entertain ourselves.”

Nico groaned into my mouth. “I can think of a few ways.” His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer until my breasts pressed against his chest. “You’re still so wet from before. Feel that?”

I reached between us and stroked his thick cock. “I feel it. And I want it again.”

“Talk to me while I fuck you this time.” He lifted me slightly and lined himself up. “Tell me why a photographer from Palermo was driving alone up Etna in this weather.”

I sank down onto him slowly, gasping as he stretched me. “Work. I was shooting the lava fields for a magazine and the deadline’s tight.” I rolled my hips, taking him deeper. “What about you? Why were you out here alone?”

He gripped my ass and thrust up to meet me. “Checking the grapes after the last rain. These vines are my life. Been running the family place since my father passed five years ago.”

I moaned softly as he filled me completely. “Feels good talking like this while you’re inside me.”

“Yeah?” Nico kissed my neck, sucking lightly. “Keep moving. Tell me more. You got someone waiting back in Palermo?”

I shook my head, riding him a little faster. “Not anymore. Broke up six months ago. He said I worked too much, traveled too much. What about you? Handsome vineyard owner like you must have women lining up.”

He flipped us suddenly, laying me on my back without pulling out. “There was someone. Two years ago. She left when the business got hard. Said she didn’t sign up for long nights and debt.” He thrust deep and steady. “Haven’t been with anyone since. Until you.”

I wrapped my legs around him. “Then don’t hold back tonight. Fuck me like you’ve been waiting two years.”

Nico’s eyes darkened. He drove into me harder, the rug rubbing my back. “Like this? You like feeling every inch?”

“Yes. Harder, Nico. I can take it.” I dug my nails into his shoulders. Thunder cracked outside, making the cabin shake. It only made everything hotter.

He pounded deeper, one hand pinning my wrist above my head. “You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me so good. You like being stuck with a stranger who can’t get enough of your pussy?”

“I love it.” I moaned louder as he hit that perfect spot. “Don’t stop. Make me come again.”

His free hand slipped between us, rubbing my clit in fast circles. “Come on my cock, Isabella. Let me feel you.”

The pleasure built fast. I arched up, crying out as I came hard, pulsing around him. My whole body shook while thunder rolled over the mountain.

Nico kept thrusting through it, groaning. “That’s it. So beautiful when you come.”

He pulled out and moved me onto my side, spooning behind me. He lifted my top leg and slid back inside. “This way I can hold you while I fuck you.”

I pushed back against him. “Yes. Stay deep like that.” His arm wrapped around me, hand cupping my breast. We moved together, slow and intense, skin sliding, breath mixing.

“Tell me something real,” I whispered. “What do you want after this storm?”

He kissed my shoulder, thrusting steadily. “Right now? I want to keep you here. Learn your body. Learn what makes you scream.” His fingers pinched my nipple gently. “What about you?”

“I want more than one night,” I admitted, gasping as he went deeper. “This feels different. Not just because we’re trapped.”

“It is different.” He sped up a little. “I haven’t felt this alive in years. The way you rode me earlier… the way you look at me. Fuck, Isabella.”

We stayed like that for a while, bodies rocking together by the fire. Sweat mixed with the dampness still on our skin. The storm raged outside but inside it felt warm and safe.

Nico pulled out again and laid on his back. “Ride me. I want to watch you.”

I climbed on top, sinking down onto his cock. “Like this?” I started bouncing, breasts moving with every drop.

“Perfect.” His hands gripped my thighs. “Look at you. So fucking sexy. Ride me harder.”

I did, slamming down on him, grinding my clit against him on every stroke. “You feel so big like this. Hitting everything.”

“Keep talking dirty,” he growled. “I love hearing you.”

“I love your cock stretching me. Love how you fill me up.” I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest. “I want you to come inside me again. Fill me while I’m on top.”

His hips bucked up harder. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

“Good. Lose it with me.” I rode him faster, chasing another peak. “I’m close again, Nico. Come with me.”

He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me. We moved together frantically, foreheads pressed, mouths almost touching.

“Come now,” he ordered.

I shattered again, moaning loud as my body clenched around him. Nico groaned my name and came deep inside me, pulsing hot. We held each other tight through every wave.

After, we stayed connected, breathing hard. He kissed me softly. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” I smiled against his lips. “This is the best breakdown I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled and eased us down onto the rug, pulling the blanket over us. “We should try to sleep a little. Storm might let up by morning.”

We lay tangled, fire crackling low. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.

“Tell me about your photography,” he said quietly. “What do you love shooting most?”

“Moments people don’t notice. The way light hits the old stones in Palermo. Or the smoke from Etna at dawn.” I snuggled closer. “What about you? What made you stay with the vineyards after your dad died?”

“Family. Promise I made. Plus, I love it. Watching something grow from the volcanic soil. It’s patient work.” He kissed my hair. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll show you the vines closest to the cabin. If we can get outside.”

“I’d like that.” I yawned, feeling safe in his arms.

Sleep started pulling me under when a loud cracking sound split the night. Much louder than before. The cabin floor vibrated.

Nico sat up fast, pulling me with him. “That wasn’t thunder.”

We both looked toward the door. Another deep rumble shook the walls. Dust fell from the beams.

“Is it another landslide?” I whispered, clutching his arm.

He grabbed the flashlight and stood. “Stay here. I’m checking the back window.”

I pulled the blanket around me and followed anyway. My legs still felt shaky.

Nico shone the light outside. His body went rigid.

“What?” I asked, heart racing.

“The old stone wall behind the cabin… it’s cracking. Big time. If it gives way, the whole hillside could come down on us.”

He turned to me, face serious in the flashlight beam.

“We might need to get out of here before morning. But with the road blocked and the storm still raging…”

A massive boom sounded outside. The cabin lights flickered even though the power was out — or maybe that was just my panic.

Nico pulled me close. “We’re not dying tonight. I promise. But we need to be ready to move fast if this gets worse.”

I nodded, but fear mixed with the afterglow in my chest as another rumble shook the walls.