The Cabin: Chloe's Story (Book Two) (The Cabin Novellas) (5 page)

“Like this?” he said, shoving his cock in and out, faster and faster.

“Yeah, just like that,” I cried out. “Keep doing it just like that. Don’t stop.” I could feel my stomach muscles tightening as a pit of exhilarating desire built deep within me. With every push of his cock inside of me, the unbearable pressure built to near breaking point.

“I’m so fucking close,” I murmured.

Hearing this, he thrust his cock as deep as he could inside of me, each stroke making me gasp and pant.

“Keep going! Keep going!” I almost see
med to plead with him. That knot of pleasure was on the brink of overflowing inside of me and I didn’t want him to stop now. And I could tell he didn’t want to, either. As he pushed harder and harder, his breath became deeper and faster. I could tell that his own orgasm was just moments away, and sensing that only turned me on more.

“I’m going to come,” I cried out. Unable to keep back that mounting pressure, my body trembled violently as my orgasm rushed throughout me. It was all-consuming, reaching and touching every single part of my body. I shook uncontrollably as I came, my pussy feeling wet and seething hot.

“You’re so fucking horny, I want to fuck the arse out of you,” he breathed in the back of his throat. Then jerking back and forth he came. And as he did, he clenched my arse tight and slammed himself deep into me.

I could feel his body rocking behind me and I grinded my pussy hard against his cock, trying to make my own pleasure last as long as possible. I never wanted this moment to end. I’d never felt so fucking turned on in my life. The heat from between my legs seemed to radiate through my whole body and I wanted to be fucked again. I was so turned on. I could have let this guy fuck me all night long. Forget
The Cabin –

forget
what I wanted to do there. Surely nothing could make me feel as horny as I did right now. I would’ve let this guy do whatever he wanted to do to me. I’d be happy to be his fuck-thing all night long.

Drawing in deep lungfuls of breath, he slowly slid his cock from me and I collapsed onto my front. Gasping for breath, I knew I wanted more. I needed more. It had been so long since I’d been fucked, the once just wasn’t good enough. Rolling over onto my back, I looked up at the guy as he leant over me. With that unquenchable lust for sex still aching deep inside of me, I opened my legs and started to rub my clit with my fingers.

He stood at the end of the bed and watched me, his cock showing no signs of softening.

“Do you want to watch me make myself come?” I whispered.

“Chloe, what are you doing?” someone suddenly said.

Then, looking past the guy at the end of the bed, I saw Ben standing in the open hotel room doorway.

Ben

I woke to the sound of heavy breathing, gasping, and panting. I sat up, the firsts rays of morning light creeping into the room via the window. The noise came again, sounding muffled as if coming from the other side of the wall. The pain in my head had gone, and I shook it from left to right, trying to shake off my deep sleep and get my bearings. Where was I? The hotel room. Yes, I remembered now. Chloe and I were on the way to some cabin she had booked in the Cumbrian Mountains. I had my own mountain to climb and that was the report I had to get finished before Monday morning and my return to work. How had she ever persuaded me to go with her? She had threatened to leave me. That was how she got me to leave the work behind.

The sound of moaning and groaning came again and I looked about the room, still feeling half dazed. It was then I saw Chloe lost amongst the bedding beside me as she twisted and turned, as if lost in some violent dream. I peeled back the duvet to find her covered in a glistening coat of sweat. Her eyes were tight shut and she wriggled from side to side like a snake. She gasped, frowned,
then murmured again. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I shook her gently awake.

“Chloe, what are you doing?” I whispered in her ear. “What are you dreaming about?”

Gasping, she snatched my hand away and shot up. For a moment she sat staring at me, a blank look on her face. She swallowed hard and gazed about the room, looking lost and confused.

“Chloe, what’s wrong?” I asked.

Breathing deeply, she pulled the duvet up, covering her breasts. Reaching out, I mopped the sweat from her brow with the back of my hand. Although she was sweating, Chloe’s skin felt cold and clammy.

“Were you having a nightmare?” I asked her.

Glancing about the room, as if looking for someone, she nodded slowly.

“What was it about?” I pushed softly.

“Can’t remember,” she whispered, looking back at me.

“Well, whatever it was about, it was just a dream. There’s no need to feel scared,” I told her.

Slowly, Chloe swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, dragging the duvet behind her like a long white robe.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“To pee,” she said, still sounding half asleep. She closed the bathroom door behind her.

Shrugging, I crossed the room and switched on the kettle. I dropped a couple of teabags into two cups and added milk and sugar. Sitting back on the edge of the bed as the kettle started to boil, I couldn’t
help but wonder if coming away to the cabin that Chloe had booked was a bad idea. I thought of the work I had to do before Monday morning, and even thinking about it made my stomach knot in dread. But I knew I couldn’t turn back now, however much I wanted to. I knew that Chloe would leave me if I did, and I desperately didn’t want that to happen. In some respects, I felt like I was trapped. I wanted to do the right thing by Chloe, but there was also my career, and both of them went hand in hand. No career, no future for Chloe and I.

I heard the toilet flush, then the shower started to run. I looked across the room at the closed bathroom door. How long had it been since Chloe and I had stayed in a hotel room together? How long had it been since we had been away together? Three years ago?
Perhaps four? I couldn’t be sure. But one thing I could remember was the last time we’d stayed in a hotel together, I had crept into the shower with her. Chloe’s back had been turned towards me, and she hadn’t heard me creep in at first. I had squeezed some shower gel into my hands, then slipping my arms about her, I had slowly started to soap her breasts. We had ended up making love against the shower wall like a couple of horny teenagers. But that seemed like a lifetime ago. I looked back at the bathroom door and pictured Chloe in there alone, water running down the length of her body as she gently washed herself. I imagined her pert breasts covered in water as she rubbed soap over them with her hands. A few years ago, thinking of her like that would have turned me on beyond belief, made my cock turn rock hard. I looked down into my lap and didn’t even feel a twinge.

Christ, what had happened to me? How was I going to survive my stay at The Cabin? Chloe hadn’t booked it so we could sit and play cards and talk about the weather. She had other ideas in mind. The thought of not being able to do the things to her that she had planned made my stomach cramp tighter, more than my fear of returning to work on Monday morning without my report complete.

I stood up and sloshed boiling water into the two cups. As I stirred them, I heard the shower turn off. The bathroom door opened and Chloe appeared in the room. She had a crisp white towel wrapped about her. She looked at me.

“Feeling better?” I asked with a smile.

“I guess,” she smiled back, sitting on the edge of the bed and toweling her thick blond hair dry.

“Drink some of this,” I said, passing the cup of tea.

Placing the towel to one side, she took the cup from me. “You do really want to come away to The Cabin with me, don’t you?” she asked, staring up at me from the bed.

“Did I have choice?” I said back, not wanting to sound disgruntled in any way.

“I meant what I said, Ben,” she said, not sounding angry either, just matter-of-fact. “We either try and work things out or it’s over.”

“Do you still love me?” I asked her, fearing her answer.

“Yes,” she said, looking down into her cup of tea. “But I don’t love the way you are anymore.”

“I don’t work so hard just for me,” I tried to explain. “I do it for the both of us.”

“Your work is destroying both of us,” she said, glancing back at me. “I just want to have some fun, Ben. I want some excitement in my life again. I want to do something wild. I want to feel alive! At the moment, I just feel trapped.”

“I know how that feels,” I said just above a whisper, turning away and heading for the bathroom.

Chloe

While Ben showered, I finished drying myself and got dressed. Standing by the window, I stood and drank the tea Ben had made for me. The view from the window looked out across the hotel car park. Suddenly the young porter who I had dreamt about appeared. I stepped back, my heart quickening a little. What was I hiding for? He didn’t know about the dream I’d had. There was nothing to feel embarrassed about. As he headed towards his car, looking tired after his long nightshift, I wondered if perhaps I did have reason to be embarrassed. Shouldn’t I be embarrassed with my own behaviour? That was twice in the last twenty-four hours I’d had such vivid dreams about complete strangers. Was I really that frustrated that I had taken to dreaming about men I’d happen to see – who had happened to be halfway good-looking? What would make these wild dreams I had go away? Would they not disappear until I’d actually lived out my fantasy of being screwed by a complete stranger?

I looked back at the door, hearing the water pitter-patter to a slow stop. I looked back out of the window and watched the porter climb into his car and slam the door. He had no idea how hot he’d been in my dream last night. He had no idea how hard he had fucked me. As he sped away
out of the car park, I wondered if he would pleasure himself alone in his bedroom with his ‘lad’s-mag’ before falling asleep for the day. Or was he going home to a lover? If so, would he fuck her as hard as he had fucked me in my dreams? Lucky bitch, I half-smiled, turning away from the window and finding Ben, standing in the bathroom doorway.

“Okay?” he asked, heading across the room, a towel wrapped tightly about his waist.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen his cock, let alone felt it deep inside of me. What would he do if I just dashed across the room right now, ripped free his towel, and sucked him off? I wondered. Would he push me off? Flee in fear perhaps? I turned back towards the window. No, I would wait until we reached The Cabin. I had a sense that The Cabin would sort everything out, even if I couldn’t.

Now that Ben’s head was clear, he drove the rest of the way to The Cabin. We made the journey pretty much in silence, sharing a few occasional lines of chit-chat, but nothing too deep. Neither of us dared to mention what was really on our minds. We both knew that we would either come back from The Cabin together or alone.

We reached the small village of Lufton just before lunch. The village had an elegant main street, with medieval-looking houses and shops lining each side of the street. The village was set in a beautiful valley, a vast mountainous range surrounding it on all sides. At once, I got the feeling we had left our old lives behind. I felt like a different person
already. Ben steered the car over the narrow cobbled streets until we reached the furthest part of town where the pub
The Slaughtered Lamb
stood. Parking up, we took our rucksacks from the boot of the car and headed towards the pub.

I reached the door and I heard Ben say, “Good idea, I could do with some lunch, I’m starving.”

Looking back over my shoulder at him, I said, “I wasn’t planning on eating, I’ve got to collect the keys for The Cabin.” I wondered if Ben wasn’t trying to buy himself some time.

“We could get a drink at least, I’m parched,” Ben said, brushing past me and pulling open the pub door.

I stepped inside, the door creaking closed behind me. The pub was small, and the low ceiling was a network of ancient oak beams. There was a wooden bar, which ran along the wall in the shape of a crescent moon. Behind it stood a thickset man. His shirt sleeves were rolled to the elbows and he stood wiping the inside of some glasses with a white cloth.

I approached the bar. “I’ve come to collect the keys for The Cabin,” I smiled at him.

“You must be Miss Chloe Wells?” he smiled back, his face looking weather-beaten.

“That’s
Mrs.
,” I grinned.

“Really?” he whispered, looking over my shoulder at Ben, who was studying a painting fixed to the wall above the fireplace.

“Really,” I smiled again.

“So you’re married then?” he said, producing a long iron key from beneath the bar.

“So it would appear. I have the certificate and everything,” I said. “We really are married.”

“Let’s hope it stays like that then,” he half-smiled at me, taking hold of my hand.

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” I asked, looking down at his strong hand holding mine.

“The Cabin has a way of changing things,” he whispered, closing my fingers over the key he had placed in the palm of my hand.