Stranded in His Secret Cabin

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by Vicky Bushwell


  I look up at him, when he tucks my hair behind my ear, and I say, “I can’t. I have to go now.”

  He nods, his well-defined lips curve into a little smile as he says, “Well, I’ll see you around, then. Sometime.”

  “Thank you. For everything.” I smile, wistfully, and watch him getting out of the car.

  I instantly regret saying no, but can’t change anything, and drive away, thinking about him. He likes me, though I still can’t figure out if he sees me as a woman he’d want to be with one day…

  Chapter 6

  Kyle

  I watch her leaving, and can’t help feeling that I’ve made the dumbest mistake. She’s gone. This time for good.

  I kick my shoes off and yank my shirt over my head when I hear someone knocking on the door. I’m not expecting anyone, and I’m even more surprised when I open the door.

  “I-, I asked the doorman about your apartment number.” Ally says, pushing her long hair back off her face. “I- thought I had enough time before-,”

  I won’t let her finish, and grab her in my arms, pulling her inside. Pressed against the wall, she moans. My body is a tensed-up mass of muscles that I grind hard into the soft curves of her own. She moans in my mouth as I savor her full soft lips, piercing my tongue in between. Her shallow breathing overlaps my heavy breath. I want her, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop if she asks me to. She won’t.

  I push her arms up, and kiss her hard, pressing the heavy bulge in my pants into her soft navel. She moans again, as I pull away from her lips and trail my mouth in hot open-mouthed kissed down her throat, between her collar bones and perfect mounds of her breasts.

  I cup her pert globes, pushing them up, and mouth the tender skin of her cleavage. I draw another moan out of her lips when I move lower down on my knees.

  “Oh, Kyle…” She moans, breathing heavily.

  I want her. I’m losing my mind. I smell the delicate scent of her skin, and nuzzle her soft belly. I move lower to the zipper on her shorts.

  “Be mine.” I whisper, my hot lips brush her delicate skin.

  With a suppressed groan, I bury my face in the opening of her shorts. I’m so hard for her, I can’t hold myself back. But, this is not what I want to do to her. Not yet...

  She’s clean shaven with a tiny, neatly trimmed triangle atop of her slit. I pull down her shorts, exposing her sexy bits, and see her thighs are trembling from my touch. I’m doing it right. And I’m going slow.

  Her fingers run through my hair, tangling in my short curls until she tightens her grip, pulling my head closer. I know what she wants…

  I draw another moan of pleasure out of her parted lips, when I plaster my mouth to her bare folds, and sweep between with my tongue, gently. She’s shaking, and she wants more. She pulls me closer, moaning. I mouth her pert little mound, and suck it, hard, working my tongue all over it. Ally’s breathing grows faster, and she tenses her thighs, undulating her bottom to meet my mouth…

  I eat her tender bits like ice-cream, and I don’t want to stop. She moans loudly, and grinds my face between her thighs, coming, hard.

  She’s looking down at me, panting. She’s beautiful with her long hair hanging down and touching my face, and her irises wide from the pleasure.

  I rise to my feet, watching her gorgeous eyes as I adjust her shorts on her hips, and pull her zipper up. I kiss her lips, and mutter, “So, you were saying…”

  She smiles, and shakes her head, “I completely forgot. But I must go now.”

  “Sure.” I watch her intently and close the door as she leaves.

  Alone, I yank my pants down, heading for the shower. She needs time and space, I got it.

  After a shower, I decide to take a nap. I need to pass the time, doing nothing yet avoid thinking about her. Sleeping seems the best option right now. I drop in my bed, and close my eyes.

  The nagging sound of my phone reverberates in my ears, and I want to cover my head with a pillow at first. But when I finally pick it up, I see that it’s well after midnight. I’m not expecting anyone checking on me at this hour, and when I see an unknown number, I want to advise the caller to fuck off.

  I answer it, and my heart sinks instantly. “Ally? What happened? Where are you?” I sit upright in bed. “I’m on my way.”

  There’s an overdressed line outside the bar, mostly girls, giggling and squealing. I walk past them to Clay, a bouncer I know from the time when we were in the Navy. He gives me a knowing look, and we shake hands.

  “What’s up, Kyle? Out on a date?” He grins, letting people out, and two giggly girls in sequin mini dresses in. One of them makes a subtle pass at me, but I regard her with a no thank you smile.

  “Meeting with a friend of mine.” I reply, casually.

  “Have fun.” Clay lets me in.

  I follow the sequin clad duo, walking down dimply lit hallway with velvet padded panels, that leads to a large room filled with blaring music and cigarette smoke. I hope I find her in the crowd.

  She’s there. I spot her long blond hair cascading down the low backline of her short, red dress wrapped tightly around her ample ass. She’s at the bar, with her back straight and hands gripping the bar countertop edge. I see she’s not enjoying herself at all. She’s squeezed between sweaty dudes and half-naked gals, all trying to get the attention of a bar tender.

  “Ally?” I call her, resting my hand on her back.

  She turns to me, her eyes widen, and she smiles, “I’m so glad you came! My girlfriends bailed soon after they met some guys here. So much for a girls’ night out!”

  I look down at a half-full glass of bourbon in front of her, and see the dreamy glint in her eyes. She’s tipsy and disoriented. I can see that after she basically throws herself on me, and I catch her petite body in my arms.

  “Let’s dance!” She grins, and before I say something she pulls me on a dance floor.

  And we’re in the middle of a sweaty crowd. It’s packed there, and we can only move in unison with the others. I hold her close to me, feeling her heartbeat on my chest. She's taller in high heels, but they make her unstable given that she’s had a drink or two. I want to get us out of here, but Ally seems happy dancing, so we stay. I’m glad I can feel her against my body, but things get worse when she turns around, pressing her wiggly butt into my crotch.

  I still remember her taste, and the way she shuddered in my arms when I worked her sweet spot back at my place. This memory and her sweet body next to mine again, make me instantly hard. I need air. Or her, naked, mounted on my cock.

  She turns her head back, her silky hair sweeps my face, and our lips meet. Cherry lipstick and bourbon mix, my head is spinning…

  “Let’s get out of here.” Ally breathes in my mouth, her fingers find my own as she takes my hand.

  Chapter 7

  Ally

  I wake up next to Kyle. I’m wearing his T-shirt, and I don’t remember changing into it. Truth is, I don’t remember much from last night. What I can’t forget though, is how he ate me right before I went to that seedy bar with my friends. I don’t know why I left him to go with them. Probably because I didn’t know how to react to what happened. So, I escaped.

  I wanted it, yes, but was I ready for something like that? Ready to give myself to this man? I look at his sleeping face, his features so rugged and strong, and I recall how he nuzzled me between my thighs until I came like never before… I want this. And I wonder if anything else happened last night between us.

  “Morning,” I mutter as he opens his eyes, and watches me with affection.

  I push my hair back, I’m not sure I look good, but he smiles, and pulls me in his arms. It doesn’t matter how I look, nothing really does, as long as he holds me close like that.

  “Morning, kid.” He murmurs and plants a kiss on my temple. “Did you sleep well?”

  I nod, listening to his heartbeat. And mutter, “I don’t remember anything. Like how we got here…”

  “You were so tipsy.” He
says, stroking my hair, gently, “I changed you into this T-shirt. It’s more comfortable to sleep in.”

  “Did we-, I mean…”

  “No, Ally. You just needed rest, not a night of rough sex, right?” He says, and I look up at him, smiling.

  “I kissed you.” I remember, “And I wanted you so much…”

  Kyle chuckles, “No, girl. Not in that condition I found you last night.”

  I bite my lip, and watch him intently, “I want you even more now.”

  My hand makes its way under the sheet to spot his fully-formed erection. He’s so huge, and I still, surprised.

  Kyle takes my hand in his, “Ally, I don’t want you to do something you might regret.”

  I shake my head, “I won’t. I’m ready, Kyle. I want to do this…”

  I kiss his lips, my hand on the hard bulge in his briefs, squeezing him gently. His pulsating flesh twitches under my touch, and I know I’m doing it right. He groans when I plant soft kisses moving down his muscled chest, and stomach, lower to his tensed-up thighs.

  “Oh, Ally…” He calls my name through his stifled moan, his fingers tangle in my hair.

  I pull the waistband of his briefs down, exposing his manhood before my eyes. He’s huge and veiny, and looks too thick in my hand as I take hold of the root of his shaft. I mouth his puffy round top, and moan around it, gagging on his girth.

  “Oh, baby…” Kyle groans again, and pulls gently at my hair, and I look up at him, he’s still in my mouth. “You want it, huh? We’ll do it my way, then.”

  I moan, and let go of his cock, as he pulls at my hair, again. Watching me intently, Kyle sits up in bed, his knees apart with me on my knees in between. His hand is still in my hair, and his grip tightens, his eyes on me.

  “Suck it, Ally.” Kyle growls, shoving his thumb between my parted lips. “Good girl,” He groans, approvingly, and pulls his thumb out with a slurping sound.

  I want this man, and my tight slit is aching with desire; he turns me on so much. His voice and strong hands make me want to obey his every command. Kyle forces my head down, and I take his huge shaft in my mouth again, inch by inch, savoring his pulsating flesh.

  “Work it, babe.” Kyle groans, pulling my head up and down along his length, faster and faster, nearing his top…

  I obey, and let him do whatever he wants; I want this man to work properly my body, doing anything he wants as enormous lust overwhelms me completely. I want to belong to him.

  He lets go of my hair, and pulls away. He leans to scoop me up, holding me tightly by my thighs, and I’m on top of him.

  “You want it, Ally? Want it to fuck you hard?” Kyle growls, pushing my panties aside, and feeling my wetness with his digits.

  I moan, shaking slightly; I’m at the mercy of his cock as he poises its rounded top, stretching my tight opening. Panting, I grab his shoulders as he’s about to lower my wetness upon his massive girth. I lower my face, the tangled mess of my hair hanging like a curtain as I try to find his lips.

  “Please, be gentle…” I breath, covering his mouth with my own.

  He pulls away, eyes on my own, watching me intently. “Are you-, is it your first time?”

  I bite my lip, panting, and nod. “Yes.” I frown, “You’re fine with it, right?”

  He sits me down by his side gently, and pushes the hem of his shirt down my thighs, covering me. Then looks up at me, and an exasperated sigh escapes his lips.

  “I’m sorry, Ally. I- I don’t want to hurt you. You shouldn’t have your first time with a guy like me.” He turns away.

  I wrap my arms around my knees, pulling them to my chin. Then I say, “You want someone experienced. I get it. I know what you really mean is that I’m flawed. Like a seemingly good car that just won’t do for you because there’s something wrong with it.”

  I sigh, waiting for him to react, but he won’t. I shouldn’t feel that way, but here I am, rejected and hurt. With a sigh, I get off the bed, and pick up my clothes neatly folded on a chair. I take them to the bathroom, and quickly change. Without looking at him, I make my way out, and slam his door shut.

  Chapter 8

  Kyle

  I’ve made a mistake, but something stops me from running after her, begging to stay. I want her, but I see that she’s not ready. I keep asking myself the same questions over and over again. What if I make her stay only to end up holding her back in her life? What if I disappoint her? I did it once already.

  After a week spent thinking about Ally, I realize I want her back. I need to at least try and ask her to forgive me. She will be right if she advises me to fuck off, actually. I’ll understand. She’s too young for me, anyway. I don’t want to be on her way, and I’m sure I will.

  I’m probably too focused on her saying no to me, that I give up and get busy with work in the garage. I come a little earlier and stay much longer. I do go out for a beer or two with my buddies, but that’d be it. The nights are worse because I spend them tossing and turning, thinking about her.

  Her gorgeous hazel eyes lit with her soft smile; I can’t take her out of my head. I recall her soft body trembling in my arms with passion… I keep telling myself this is wrong. I’m older and she’s too innocent for me. I should forget about her and move on. She’ll thank me later, I’m sure.

  Finally, I’m out of excuses not to see her. After all, my parents live next door to her, and it’s time to visit them. I arrive in the early evening, and pull into their driveway. Ally’s car is parked outside, and I’m glad she’s home. Then, I see it.

  Right behind her small car, there’s a red origami-looking sports ride, and I can’t help giving a low whistle. Looks like Ally’s family have a fancy guest tonight. I avert my gaze and walk to my parents’ house; I guess I’ll have to pick another time to talk to her.

  “Did you know Ally’s got a boyfriend?” My dad turns his head once I enter the door.

  “He’s her fiancé.” My mom corrects him. “They met at work.”

  I look up at them, and nod. “Yeah, she mentioned him a couple times.”

  I lie, of course. But what am I supposed to tell them? That I’m crazy stupid in love with a girl who’s engaged to another guy? The same girl I used to ask how the school was when she was a kid? That same girl that didn’t say a single word about getting married to someone else when she-

  I shake my head. I’m sure there’s an explanation to all this, but the truth is, Ally is a young woman now, and she decides what she really wants. Not me, apparently. But I can’t simply get rid of the vivid memory of us together last night. It felt so real. Ally was real…

  “Do you remember your second cousin Jackie, Kyle?” My mom steers the conversation in a way too familiar direction. “She’s your age and still single!”

  “Nah, she’s too old for him.” My dad remembers in a dismissive tone, and gives me a knowing wink.

  I’m glad he’s on my side, though I’m sure the woman mentioned wouldn’t be that happy if only she could hear him now.

  “She’s only a couple months older, there shouldn’t be a problem!” My mom defends Jackie, the woman I know very little about. Not anymore, though. It appears, Jackie has the most essential qualities to be a perfect spouse as my mom says, “She loves to knit and knows how to cook a proper chicken soup!”

  I can’t help asking. “What about her sense of humor? Because, trust me, she’ll need it after learning that she’s getting engaged to a man she’d never seen before, and wait, there’s more, a man she’s been waiting for her entire adult life! She just doesn’t know it yet, but who cares?”

  “You'll love each other from the first sight, I'm sure.” My mom brushes me off. “Just say yes and be ready to meet her.”

  “No.” I chuckle. “Look, Mom, I’ll save you extra legwork and bring the phone to you so you can call Jackie’s mom and cancel whatever you arranged.”

  My dad roars with laughter much to my mom’s dismay, but I’m done here. I’ll just hide in the kitchen, devouring t
he lasagna she’d made, until it’s time to go home, and that’d be it. I’d love some chicken soup, though, but I’m not going to tell my mom about this little craving. It’s summer, after all, and the woman I’d like to ask about it is already taken…

  Chapter 9

  Ally

  I hardly say a word the whole evening. My mom is chatting happily away with a man I’ve been trying to avoid all this time. I can’t wrap my mind around how it happened that he’s here. I returned home to be alone and make a decision that was going to change my life. I didn’t want to tell my parents the real reason I came home. And even less I wished they found out I was about to quit. But, after he came following me, there’s no way I’m keeping my secret anymore. With him sitting and smiling like nothing’s wrong, I feel like I’m losing control. So, here I am, just about to announce what I’m up to.

  Meeting Kyle, I found how I changed. I wasn’t myself anymore, and now I want to be back to the true Ally that I used to be before moving to the city. This man next to me right now is someone the other Ally thought could be the one.

  I take in Greg’s perfect, plastic-like profile, and I see how a tiny chip in the tip of his nose would be an actual improvement in his appearance. He’s pale, raven-haired, dressed in a tailored dark-gray suit that he normally wears in the office. I’m bored.

  He’s one of my bosses’ son, and my fiancé. Truth is, he never asked if I really wanted to be with him, he stated that. Everything happened way too fast; one day we stayed up late at the office, and during the weekend he decided that we’re getting married. I didn’t say yes, but he didn’t care, anyway. At first, I thought it was a joke, but after a few colleagues congratulated me on my recent promotion that I had no idea about, I escaped. One thing I know, if I want to keep my job I should say yes. Which I won’t, of course. That’s why quitting is the only option now.

 

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