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Snowed In, Stripped Down – Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-03-04 14:30:03 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
I woke up to warmth. And not just from the heavy blankets wrapping around me, but from the heat of Cass’s body, still pressed up against mine. His arm was thrown lazily over my waist, his breath slow and steady against the back of my neck. It was comfortable. Almost too comfortable.
Then I felt it.
A solid, unmistakable pressure against my lower back. Hard. Throbbing.
I stiffened, my own morning wood straining against the blankets. I waited for Cass to shift away, to grumble something half-asleep and roll over. But he didn’t. If anything, his grip around me tightened slightly, his fingers flexing against my stomach like he was stirring awake.
I swallowed, my pulse spiking. My thoughts were a mess, a tangled loop of do something, don’t do something, what the fuck are you thinking? But my body? My body had already decided.
I shifted, pressing my ass slightly against him, testing. He didn’t pull away. If anything, I heard the faintest exhale from him—something almost like a sigh. Encouraging.
I reached back, sliding my hand beneath the blankets, feeling blindly until I found him. Hot. Heavy. He twitched against my palm, and I could’ve sworn I heard a small, pleased hum from Cass.
I wrapped my fingers around his warm erection, stroking slowly. Testing and feeling once again.
Cass shifted then, his mouth at my ear, his voice a deep, lazy murmur. “Go on, Bensy.”
I stilled for half a second at the nickname but forced myself to ignore it. I focused on the way his cock pulsed in my hand, how the thickness of him filled my grip perfectly.
I pumped him once, slow and firm. Then again. Cass exhaled through his nose, his hand sliding from my stomach down to my hip, holding me there, guiding my rhythm.
And then, just as I was getting into it, just as I started enjoying the weight of him in my palm—
Then I placed my other hand over his, guiding it until it rested on top of my boxers. Not exactly subtle, but he should at least reciprocate.
Cass did nothing.
No response. His hand just lay there, motionless. He didn’t touch me back.
Just laid there. Letting me do all the work. Enjoying it. Like a fucking king being served.
I clenched my jaw, my hand freezing around his cock. Cass hummed, still sounding half-asleep. “What? You stopping already?”
I let go.
“Yeah,” I muttered, shifting away from him, letting the cold rush back in as I sat up. “Not in the mood anymore.”
Cass just chuckled, stretching beneath the blankets like a satisfied cat. “Suit yourself.”
Smug. Smug as hell.
I gritted my teeth as I stood, ignoring my own neglected hard-on as I pulled my damp clothes from the night before. I needed to get out of this fucking bed.
“We should scout a little,” I said, grabbing my jacket. “Storm’s settled.”
Cass groaned but finally sat up, scratching at his bare chest before dragging himself out of bed. “Fine, fine. Let’s see where the hell we ended up.”
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The snow had stopped falling, leaving behind a thick, blinding-white layer covering everything. It wasn’t actively freezing anymore, but still cold enough that I shoved my hands into my pockets as we crunched through the knee-deep drifts.
Cass was ahead, scanning the horizon, frowning like he was trying to place something. He turned his head left, then right. Then stopped walking completely.
“Huh,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes. “What?”
He pointed to a distant treeline, then further to the left where the slope curved downwards. “That looks familiar.”
“Yeah? No shit, it’s snow and trees. Very fucking recognizable.”
Cass ignored me, his eyes squinting in the morning light. Then, suddenly, he laughed.
“What?” I demanded, irritated by his amusement.
He turned to me, grinning. “Bensie, I think we’re like… ten minutes from my dad’s cabin.”
I stared. Blinked. “You’re fucking kidding.”
“Nope.” He started walking again, more confident now, picking up the pace as he cut towards the trees. “C’mon, let’s see.”
And sure enough—after about ten minutes of hiking through the snow, pushing through the trees and rounding a small ridge, we spotted it. Cass’s real cabin. Large. Expensive. Intimidatingly high-end, just like his dad.
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.”
Cass just shot me a smirk, elbowing me in the ribs as he passed by. “Aw, don’t be mad, Bensy. We had fun, didn’t we?”
I glared at him. “I fucking hate you.”
Cass just laughed, jogging up the porch steps and unlocking the door. “C’mon. Let’s get warm.”
I followed him inside, already feeling the heat from the cabin’s built-in thermostat. The tension between us? That, however, wasn’t going anywhere.
--- --- ---
Back at Cass’s cabin, we finally had the chance to clean up properly. I took the first shower, stepping under the hot spray of water and letting the warmth finally soak into my skin. It was a luxury compared to the freezing night before. I stood there longer than I probably should have, just enjoying the feeling of heat against my muscles.
As I scrubbed myself clean, I hesitated before reaching behind me. My hole was still slightly sore from the night before, a dull ache. I could still feel the slight crustiness of dried oil, the remnants his cum and everything we’d done. Swallowing hard, I let the water run over me, then worked some soap onto my fingers before carefully pressing in. The slick warmth, the act of cleaning myself out—it felt strange but also intimate in a way I wasn’t expecting.
A shiver ran up my spine as I felt myself hardening again, a semi forming without permission. I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to finish quickly, to rinse away any lingering evidence before stepping out of the shower.
When I stepped out, toweling off and throwing on fresh clothes, I could hear the water running in the other bathroom—Cass taking his turn. It was nice. Too nice. It felt like slipping into normalcy too quickly.
And then Cass, ever the genius, suggested a sauna.
“C’mon,” he said, already walking towards it. “We’ll get the heat back in us properly.”
It was an obvious excuse to sit around half-naked, but I followed anyway, because after the cold, a sauna sounded like heaven.
Cass stripped absently, his movements completely casual as he grabbed a towel and slung it around his waist. We’d done this plenty of times before after workouts, post-games, back when everything had been just competitive.
But now? Now it felt different.
As I wrapped my own towel around my waist, I glanced at him. His broad chest, damp from his shower, the way his muscles flexed as he ran a hand through his wet hair. My eyes flicked downward for a second, unintentional but inevitable. I knew now, without question, exactly how he looked hard—thick, heavy, the way it had felt in my palm just that morning the way it had been inside me even…. The towel hung loosely around his waist, barely concealing the outline beneath it, and my stomach tightened with something I didn’t want to name.
I turned away quickly, pretending to adjust my towel, but I could still feel the tension humming beneath my skin.
This wasn’t like before. And I had no fucking clue how I was supposed to handle it.
As we sat in the sauna, the heat thick around us, sweat already beginning to bead along my skin. The air felt heavy, not just with the steam but with everything left unsaid between us. I leaned back against the wooden wall, letting the warmth seep into my muscles, while Cass stretched his legs out, completely at ease, his towel sitting low on his hips.
"So, your dad didn't even check in yesterday?" I finally broke the silence, watching Cass through half-lidded eyes.
Cass exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "You know how Pa is. He pays the bills, but he hardly calls to catch up. Sometimes he has his assistant send me a new watch or perfume."
I used to be jealous of Cass—his money, the way he could throw it around without a second thought. But the older I got, the more I realized he had probably been more jealous of me. My family wasn’t perfect, but they actually gave a damn. Cass had everything except that."
“How about your folks?” Cass asked as his hairy thigh brushed against mine.
I shrugged, rubbing a drop of sweat from my collarbone. "They did check in, but they just assumed I was out drinking with you, having a great time. Didn’t even question it."
Cass huffed a quiet laugh. "So basically, no one actually missed us."
I smirked. "Pretty much."
The space between us was small—too small. Every shift made our legs bump, every movement sent a flicker of awareness through my skin. I could still feel the memory of Cass against me from that morning, the way his body had felt solid and warm under the blankets. It was in my head now, hard to shake, impossible to ignore.
Cass ran a hand through his damp hair, exhaling contentedly. "Man, a blowjob would be great right now."
Without missing a beat, I turned my head toward him. "Sure, I could do that. Just give me one first."
Cass scoffed, leaning back with a cocky smirk. "Nah."
I rolled my eyes. "Figures."
Cass just grinned, smug as ever, like he was waiting for me to crack first. But I wasn’t going to.
"Come on, you seemed quite eager for it at the other cabin," he said, letting his towel slip slightly, just enough to reveal the tip of his cock, glistening in the heat.
I gulped, my eyes flicking down for a second before snapping back up. But I wasn’t going to crack. Not this time.
"You seemed eager too, Cass," I shot back. "Suck me off this time, and I’ll return the favor."
Cass scoffed, shaking his head. "No, come on, taste it. I know you wanna. It worked out at the other cabin, didn’t it? Almost like it was supposed to happen or some shit?"
I was about to roll my eyes, dismiss it as another one of his cocky remarks, but something about the way he said it—so casual, so certain—made my stomach twist. Everything had aligned a little too perfectly. Did he…
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Did you fucking plan the whole thing?" I spat.
Cass blinked, looking genuinely taken aback. "Bensie. No, you’re acting crazy!"
Something in his tone made my blood boil. "No, you are fucking crazy! And don’t Bensie me!"
I shot to my feet, the heat of the sauna now suffocating, pressing in on me from all sides. I stormed out, shoving the door open and letting it slam behind me.
That prick. That smug, manipulative prick.
He had orchestrated the whole thing just to fuck me.
