The cabin was quiet, the kind of silence that only exists deep in the woods, where the only sounds were the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant call of a night bird. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the faint, musky aroma of two men who had spent the night tangled together. The fire had long since burned down to embers, casting a dim, flickering glow across the room, painting everything in shades of amber and shadow.
I woke slowly, my body heavy with the remnants of sleep, my mind still foggy. The first thing I noticed was the warmth pressed against my back, the solid, unyielding heat of another body. My brother-in-law, Ethan. His arm was draped over my waist, his fingers splayed possessively against my stomach, as if even in sleep, he couldn’t bear to let me go. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, the way his breath hitched slightly every now and then, like he was dreaming of something—or someone—intense.
I turned my head just enough to see him in the dim light. His face was relaxed in sleep, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted. He was beautiful like this—vulnerable, unguarded. The kind of beauty that made my chest ache. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the muscles of his torso shifting beneath his skin, the faint trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers. But it wasn’t just his face or his body that had me captivated. It was the way he felt—the way his skin burned against mine, the way his presence alone could make my pulse quicken, my cock stir to life.
I shouldn’t have been here. I shouldn’t have been in this bed with him, my body pressed against his like we belonged together. But we’d been doing this for months now—sneaking away to this cabin, pretending it was just about getting away from the world, when really, it was about getting away from everything but each other. My sister, his wife, didn’t know. No one did. And that was the way it had to stay.
But right now, with the world still asleep and the two of us wrapped up in this stolen moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care about the consequences. All I could think about was the way his body felt against mine, the way his skin tasted, the way his voice sounded when he whispered my name like a prayer.
I shifted slightly, rolling onto my side so I could face him. His arm slid from my waist, but his hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine almost instinctively, like even in sleep, he couldn’t bear to let me go. I watched him for a long moment, memorizing the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks, the way his breath hitched when I traced a finger lightly over his collarbone.
Then, unable to resist, I leaned in and pressed my lips to the warm skin of his chest, just above his nipple. He stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips, but he didn’t wake. I did it again, this time letting my tongue flick out, tasting the salt of his skin. His nipple hardened beneath my lips, and I couldn’t help but smile against his skin. I loved how responsive he was, how his body reacted to even the slightest touch from me.
I kissed my way lower, my lips trailing over the hard planes of his chest, down the ridged muscles of his abdomen. His skin was hot beneath my mouth, his breath coming faster now, his body tensing slightly as he began to wake. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I needed to taste him, to feel him, to remind myself that this—he—was real.
When I reached the waistband of his boxers, I hooked my fingers into the fabric and tugged them down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard, thick and heavy against his stomach, the head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the way it pulsed in my grip, the way his hips jerked slightly at the contact. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy-lidded with sleep and desire.
“Fuck, Jace,” he breathed, his voice rough with sleep and need. His hand found my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided me lower. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
I smirked up at him, my breath hot against the head of his cock. “But what a way to go.”
Before he could respond, I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as I swallowed him down. His hips bucked off the bed, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as his fingers tightened in my hair. “Fuck—yes—just like that, baby. Take it all.”
I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue swirling around the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each motion. His taste was intoxicating—salty and musky, all man, all him. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I worked him over, my free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently in my palm.
“Shit, Jace—fuck—” His voice was a broken whisper, his hips jerking up to meet my mouth. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”
I pulled off with a wet pop, my lips glistening with his pre-cum as I grinned up at him. “That’s the idea.”
He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his chest heaved. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
I chuckled, my hand still stroking his cock as I leaned in to press a kiss to his hipbone. “And you love it.”
He didn’t deny it. Instead, his hands found my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me up his body. Our mouths crashed together, his tongue sliding past my lips, claiming me in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. I could taste myself on his tongue, the faint saltiness of his pre-cum, and it only made me harder, my cock aching against his thigh.
“Need you,” he growled against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him. “Need to feel you inside me.”
I groaned, my hips rolling instinctively, my cock sliding against his. “You sure about that? Last time you said you were sore for days.”
He smirked, his teeth grazing my lower lip. “Worth it.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I reached for the lube we kept stashed under the pillow, squirting a generous amount onto my fingers before pressing them against his entrance. He gasped, his body tensing for just a second before he relaxed, his legs falling open in invitation.
“That’s it,” I murmured, my fingers circling his hole before pressing inside. “Let me in, baby.”
He moaned, his head falling back as I worked my fingers inside him, scissoring them to stretch him open. His cock twitched against his stomach, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling at the tip. I leaned down, my tongue flicking out to catch it, savoring the salty taste of him.
“Fuck—Jace—” His voice was a broken whimper, his hips rolling against my hand. “More. Need more.”
I added a third finger, curling them inside him to brush against his prostate. His back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his cock jerked, a thick rope of cum splattering against his chest. “Shit—fuck—”
I didn’t let up. I kept fingering him, my other hand stroking his cock as he rode out his orgasm, his body trembling beneath me. When he finally collapsed back against the mattress, his chest heaving, I pulled my fingers free and lined my cock up with his entrance.
“Ready for me?” I asked, my voice rough with need.
He nodded, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he reached for me, his hands gripping my hips. “Always.”
I pushed inside him slowly, my cock stretching him open inch by inch. He groaned, his nails digging into my skin as I bottomed out, my hips flush against his ass. “Fuck—you feel so good—”
I didn’t give him time to adjust. I pulled out and slammed back in, my cock pistoning in and out of him as his moans filled the cabin. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around us, mingling with our ragged breaths and the creak of the bed beneath us.
“Harder,” he gasped, his legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Fuck me harder, Jace.”
I obeyed, my hips snapping against his as I fucked him with everything I had. The bed groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. His cock was hard again, trapped between our bodies, leaking pre-cum with every movement.
“Touch yourself,” I growled, my voice a low command. “I want to see you come again.”
He didn’t hesitate. His hand wrapped around his cock, his strokes frantic as he chased his second orgasm. I could feel his ass clenching around me, his body tightening as he got closer.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “Come for me.”
His back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat as his cum splattered between us, his ass clamping down around my cock. That was all it took. With a groan, I buried myself deep inside him, my cock pulsing as I filled him with my cum, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Ethan’s arms wrapped around me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back as we lay there, our hearts slowly returning to normal.
“We’re gonna get caught one of these days,” he murmured, his voice soft but not unkind.
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, my lips lingering against his skin. “Then we’ll just have to be more careful.”
He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath my ear. “Or we could just tell them.”
I lifted my head, my eyes meeting his. “You know we can’t.”
He sighed, his fingers tangling in my hair. “I know. But a man can dream.”
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