u/RepulsiveComfort1888

We weren’t even supposed to be sharing a room. That’s how it always starts with us. Always a technicality. It was a friend group weekend getaway... three days in the hills, a big cabin, everyone splitting up into pairs. I was supposed to bunk with my bestie, but she bailed at the last minute for some guy in another cabin. And of course, he was the only one with a spare bed.

We’ve been friends for a while. The kind of friends who’ve fucked a few times when no one else was around. No labels. No expectations. Just... heat. Bad decisions. But every time it happened, we swore it would be the last. No drama. No strings. Just friends again by sunrise.

Except this time... the tension started the second we threw our bags on the floor. There was no spare bed. Just one. I felt my clit throb at the thought of what could happen on that bed.

He glanced over at me when I took off my hoodie, I had a tiny tank on underneath, no bra. His eyes lingered too long. I saw his jaw flex, then he looked away and laughed to himself like, here we go again.

 We drank that night. Not a lot. Just enough to make everything feel louder, warmer. Our friends were playing board games in the other room, and we kept making eye contact. He’d say something dumb and smirk at me like he wanted me to bite back. I was sitting cross-legged in those little shorts I shouldn’t have packed, legs bare, skin glowing in the firelight. I caught him staring. More than once.

By the time we got to the room, it was thick with tension. Neither of us said anything at first. We just changed... me slipping into one of his oversized shirts, not even trying to pretend I had other sleep clothes. When I turned around, his eyes were already on me.

“Seriously?” he asked, eyes dropping to my thighs. “You’re not even gonna pretend you’re not trying to drive me crazy?”

I just grinned and climbed into bed. “You gonna be weird about it or just turn off the lights?”

He laughed... but it was tight, low. The kind of laugh he did when he was barely holding it together.

We lay there in the dark. So close. I could feel his heat on the other side of the bed. I stayed facing away... at first. Then I shifted onto my back, let the hem of the shirt ride up my thighs. Let my legs part just a little. I knew he was watching. I could feel it.

“You’re not asleep,” I whispered.

Neither was I.

I turned toward him... met his eyes in the dark.

And then he was on me.

Mouth on mine, messy, hot, fingers gripping my thighs like he was punishing me for being this tempting. He slid his hand up, under the shirt… and froze.

“You’re not wearing anything under this.”

I bit my lip. “Didn’t pack pajamas.”

He cursed under his breath... pulled the shirt up and bunched it around my neck. His mouth was on my tits, teeth grazing, tongue circling my nipples while his hand slid between my legs. He groaned when he felt how wet I already was.

“You’re dripping... just from teasing me?”

“Maybe I like being bad,” I whispered.

That broke him.

He shoved his boxers down and pulled a condom from his bag. “I fucking knew you were gonna ruin me this trip.”

He flipped me onto my stomach, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and slid inside me in one rough, slow thrust. I gasped into the sheets, biting the pillow to keep from crying out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, thrusting deeper, harder. “This what you wanted?”

I moaned something that wasn’t even words.

He held my wrists down, pinned above my head, body flush against mine as he fucked me slow at first... then rough, so deep I could feel him in my throat. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, my panting, his moans right in my ear.

When I clenched around him and started to shake, he slid a hand under me, found my clit, and whispered, “Cum for me, baby...I wanna feel it.”

I came so hard I saw stars. My whole body tensed and then collapsed beneath him. He followed, groaning into my neck as he came too, grinding deep, holding me tight.

We laid there in the mess, still tangled, breathless.

“You always do this,” he said. “Act like it’s nothing and then fuck me like that.”

I smirked into the pillow. “Late checkout, remember? There’s still time to make another mistake.”

He rolled me onto my back and kissed me again... slower this time. But I could already feel him getting hard again.

We didn’t leave the room until noon.

We weren’t even supposed to be sharing a room. That’s how it always starts with us. Always a technicality. It was a friend group weekend getaway... three days in the hills, a big cabin, everyone splitting up into pairs. I was supposed to bunk with my bestie, but she bailed at the last minute for some guy in another cabin. And of course, he was the only one with a spare bed.

We’ve been friends for a while. The kind of friends who’ve fucked a few times when no one else was around. No labels. No expectations. Just... heat. Bad decisions. But every time it happened, we swore it would be the last. No drama. No strings. Just friends again by sunrise.

Except this time... the tension started the second we threw our bags on the floor. There was no spare bed. Just one. I felt my clit throb at the thought of what could happen on that bed.

He glanced over at me when I took off my hoodie, I had a tiny tank on underneath, no bra. His eyes lingered too long. I saw his jaw flex, then he looked away and laughed to himself like, here we go again.

 We drank that night. Not a lot. Just enough to make everything feel louder, warmer. Our friends were playing board games in the other room, and we kept making eye contact. He’d say something dumb and smirk at me like he wanted me to bite back. I was sitting cross-legged in those little shorts I shouldn’t have packed, legs bare, skin glowing in the firelight. I caught him staring. More than once.

By the time we got to the room, it was thick with tension. Neither of us said anything at first. We just changed... me slipping into one of his oversized shirts, not even trying to pretend I had other sleep clothes. When I turned around, his eyes were already on me.

“Seriously?” he asked, eyes dropping to my thighs. “You’re not even gonna pretend you’re not trying to drive me crazy?”

I just grinned and climbed into bed. “You gonna be weird about it or just turn off the lights?”

He laughed... but it was tight, low. The kind of laugh he did when he was barely holding it together.

We lay there in the dark. So close. I could feel his heat on the other side of the bed. I stayed facing away... at first. Then I shifted onto my back, let the hem of the shirt ride up my thighs. Let my legs part just a little. I knew he was watching. I could feel it.

“You’re not asleep,” I whispered.

Neither was I.

I turned toward him... met his eyes in the dark.

And then he was on me.

Mouth on mine, messy, hot, fingers gripping my thighs like he was punishing me for being this tempting. He slid his hand up, under the shirt… and froze.

“You’re not wearing anything under this.”

I bit my lip. “Didn’t pack pajamas.”

He cursed under his breath... pulled the shirt up and bunched it around my neck. His mouth was on my tits, teeth grazing, tongue circling my nipples while his hand slid between my legs. He groaned when he felt how wet I already was.

“You’re dripping... just from teasing me?”

“Maybe I like being bad,” I whispered.

That broke him.

He shoved his boxers down and pulled a condom from his bag. “I fucking knew you were gonna ruin me this trip.”

He flipped me onto my stomach, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and slid inside me in one rough, slow thrust. I gasped into the sheets, biting the pillow to keep from crying out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, thrusting deeper, harder. “This what you wanted?”

I moaned something that wasn’t even words.

He held my wrists down, pinned above my head, body flush against mine as he fucked me slow at first... then rough, so deep I could feel him in my throat. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, my panting, his moans right in my ear.

When I clenched around him and started to shake, he slid a hand under me, found my clit, and whispered, “Cum for me, baby...I wanna feel it.”

I came so hard I saw stars. My whole body tensed and then collapsed beneath him. He followed, groaning into my neck as he came too, grinding deep, holding me tight.

We laid there in the mess, still tangled, breathless.

“You always do this,” he said. “Act like it’s nothing and then fuck me like that.”

I smirked into the pillow. “Late checkout, remember? There’s still time to make another mistake.”

He rolled me onto my back and kissed me again... slower this time. But I could already feel him getting hard again.

We didn’t leave the room until noon.

It was supposed to be a quick hike. Just me, my situationship, and a chance to stretch our legs before heading back into the city. The clouds overhead said otherwise, but we were stubborn. Or maybe we just needed an excuse to be alone together.

We were halfway up the trail when the sky broke open. At first, we laughed it off, letting ourselves get soaked, running for cover under the trees. But the rain got harder, colder. By the time we found a little wooden shelter near the overlook, we were dripping wet and shivering.

 "Great idea, huh?" he said, shaking his hair out like a dog.

“You just wanted to see me in a white tank top,” I teased, squeezing the hem of my shirt, water dripping down my thighs.

He didn’t deny it. Just looked at me with that grin that always made my stomach flip.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I muttered, sitting on the bench inside the shelter and pulling my hoodie tighter around me.

He sat next to me, close. Too close. Our knees touched. I could feel the heat coming off his body despite the chill in the air.

His hand slid onto my thigh casual, but not. I looked at him. That look was back - the one that always turned innocent moments into something else.

“You cold?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded. He leaned in, lips brushing mine, soft at first. Then deeper. My cold skin melted under his hands. He pulled me onto his lap, hoodie forgotten, his hands under my wet shirt, fingers finding bare skin and hard nipples.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he whispered against my neck, breath hot, making me shiver in a different way.

“Then do it,” I whispered back, grinding against him.

He unzipped his pants just enough, pulled a condom from his pocket always prepared, I guess, and slid it on. I pushed my soaked shorts to the side and sank onto him in one smooth motion, both of us gasping as I took all of him inside.

The sound of rain on the roof, the smell of wet earth, our ragged breathing, everything felt primal. My hands gripped his shoulders as I rode him slow, letting him hit deep, deep enough to make my toes curl.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, lips on my neck, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit.

I bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as I came, thighs trembling around him. He didn’t last much longer, hands gripping my hips as he spilled into the condom, his head buried in my shoulder.

We stayed there a while, catching our breath, listening to the rain calm down.

Eventually, he helped me off his lap, tucked himself back in, and zipped up with a smug smile. “Still think it was a bad idea?”

I grinned. “Worst hike ever. Let’s do it again next weekend.”

It was supposed to be a quick hike. Just me, my situationship, and a chance to stretch our legs before heading back into the city. The clouds overhead said otherwise, but we were stubborn. Or maybe we just needed an excuse to be alone together.

We were halfway up the trail when the sky broke open. At first, we laughed it off, letting ourselves get soaked, running for cover under the trees. But the rain got harder, colder. By the time we found a little wooden shelter near the overlook, we were dripping wet and shivering.

 "Great idea, huh?" he said, shaking his hair out like a dog.

“You just wanted to see me in a white tank top,” I teased, squeezing the hem of my shirt, water dripping down my thighs.

He didn’t deny it. Just looked at me with that grin that always made my stomach flip.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I muttered, sitting on the bench inside the shelter and pulling my hoodie tighter around me.

He sat next to me, close. Too close. Our knees touched. I could feel the heat coming off his body despite the chill in the air.

His hand slid onto my thigh casual, but not. I looked at him. That look was back - the one that always turned innocent moments into something else.

“You cold?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded. He leaned in, lips brushing mine, soft at first. Then deeper. My cold skin melted under his hands. He pulled me onto his lap, hoodie forgotten, his hands under my wet shirt, fingers finding bare skin and hard nipples.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he whispered against my neck, breath hot, making me shiver in a different way.

“Then do it,” I whispered back, grinding against him.

He unzipped his pants just enough, pulled a condom from his pocket always prepared, I guess, and slid it on. I pushed my soaked shorts to the side and sank onto him in one smooth motion, both of us gasping as I took all of him inside.

The sound of rain on the roof, the smell of wet earth, our ragged breathing, everything felt primal. My hands gripped his shoulders as I rode him slow, letting him hit deep, deep enough to make my toes curl.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, lips on my neck, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit.

I bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as I came, thighs trembling around him. He didn’t last much longer, hands gripping my hips as he spilled into the condom, his head buried in my shoulder.

We stayed there a while, catching our breath, listening to the rain calm down.

Eventually, he helped me off his lap, tucked himself back in, and zipped up with a smug smile. “Still think it was a bad idea?”

I grinned. “Worst hike ever. Let’s do it again next weekend.”

It was supposed to be a quick hike. Just me, my situationship, and a chance to stretch our legs before heading back into the city. The clouds overhead said otherwise, but we were stubborn. Or maybe we just needed an excuse to be alone together.

We were halfway up the trail when the sky broke open. At first, we laughed it off, letting ourselves get soaked, running for cover under the trees. But the rain got harder, colder. By the time we found a little wooden shelter near the overlook, we were dripping wet and shivering.

 "Great idea, huh?" he said, shaking his hair out like a dog.

“You just wanted to see me in a white tank top,” I teased, squeezing the hem of my shirt, water dripping down my thighs.

He didn’t deny it. Just looked at me with that grin that always made my stomach flip.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” I muttered, sitting on the bench inside the shelter and pulling my hoodie tighter around me.

He sat next to me, close. Too close. Our knees touched. I could feel the heat coming off his body despite the chill in the air.

His hand slid onto my thigh casual, but not. I looked at him. That look was back - the one that always turned innocent moments into something else.

“You cold?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded. He leaned in, lips brushing mine, soft at first. Then deeper. My cold skin melted under his hands. He pulled me onto his lap, hoodie forgotten, his hands under my wet shirt, fingers finding bare skin and hard nipples.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he whispered against my neck, breath hot, making me shiver in a different way.

“Then do it,” I whispered back, grinding against him.

He unzipped his pants just enough, pulled a condom from his pocket always prepared, I guess, and slid it on. I pushed my soaked shorts to the side and sank onto him in one smooth motion, both of us gasping as I took all of him inside.

The sound of rain on the roof, the smell of wet earth, our ragged breathing, everything felt primal. My hands gripped his shoulders as I rode him slow, letting him hit deep, deep enough to make my toes curl.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, lips on my neck, one hand slipping between us to rub my clit.

I bit down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as I came, thighs trembling around him. He didn’t last much longer, hands gripping my hips as he spilled into the condom, his head buried in my shoulder.

We stayed there a while, catching our breath, listening to the rain calm down.

Eventually, he helped me off his lap, tucked himself back in, and zipped up with a smug smile. “Still think it was a bad idea?”

I grinned. “Worst hike ever. Let’s do it again next weekend.”