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My dick tents my underwear as I wrap my fist around my length, giving myself a tight squeeze to stave off the rush of lust that barrels through me.

“Sweet thing,” Arden hisses, pulling the fabric away from his face. I realize it’s the t-shirt I was wearing today. “Fuck. The things I’d do to you.”

I shiver at his words. The way he says it as if he’s certain it will happen. And maybe I do want it to happen. I want to see what he would do to me. Would he be gentle? Rough? Is he kinky? I hope he is.

I pant gently, sucking back a whimper that threatens to escape my lips. My dick pulsates with my heartbeat and my balls pull taut.

Arden groans, his legs widening as he fucks up into his palm, the head of his cock breaking through his tight grip, spurting more clear pre-cum.

“I’ll fill you with so much cum you’ll look pregnant.” His voice sets my body on fire. “I’d keep you that way every day. Bloated with cum and head empty of thoughts.” He sucks between his teeth. “Make you mine.”

My knees tremble beneath me, and the cabin tilts as my balls squeeze and my dick jumps in my fist, coating the inside of my pants with cum. I can’t breathe. The shock of my climax mixed with the tightness in my chest to stay quiet has every nerve ending inside me screaming.

Arden’s filthy words echo through my mind. I want that. I need him to tell me what to do. I don’t want to think anymore. Of my life, of the world beyond the cabin. I just want to belong. I want him to own me, to make me his so I don’t have to be alone any longer. I’ve never been good at making decisions. Each thought in my brain seems to whirl around forever until I can’t decipher it. Would I be able to stay with him? Would he actually let me?

The beastly growl that rips from Arden’s lips draws me from my high, and I watch in fascination as his body clenches, his thighs shake, and his hips jolt as spurt after spurt of white cum erupts from his cock.

It’s like a volcano. Dripping down his knuckles as he paints his lap with copious amounts of spunk. It’s far more than I’ve ever cum before. It just keeps going as more slides down his shaft, coating his balls until they shine.

Then the cabin grows silent besides the howl of the storm and the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. I swallow, taking a step backwards, yet as my foot meets the ground, the floorboards beneath me whine, and Arden’s head snaps in my direction.

Our eyes lock. My hand is still in my pants, and his is still on his cock.

“Blake…” Arden begins, but I’m sprinting back to his bedroom before he can say another word. My face burns with a blush as I throw myself under the covers, pulling them over my head as I curl into a ball. Panicked gasps rip at my lungs.

Oh no. What have I done? He saw me. When he clearly needed privacy, I stupidly spied on him like a pervert. And worse yet, I came in my own pants just at the mere sight of him pleasuring himself.

Tears prick my eyes as I curl in tighter, hiding myself away from the embarrassment that looms over the bed, waiting for me to reappear.

Noises from the kitchen echo through the cabin as Arden moves around. His footsteps are like thunder as he treads down the hallway, and the whine of his bedroom door has me tensing.

“Blake?” Arden asks, but I don’t make a peep. “I’m coming in.”

Shuffling around the room, he opens and closes cupboards, and the shifting of fabric fills the space. Then I feel the dip of his weight on the other side of the bed.

“May I sleep in here? I don’t fit on the couch. But I will sleep out there if you’d rather I go.” Arden speaks slowly. His tone is calm compared to my raging thoughts and worries.

Slipping my head free from the covers, I look up at him. He looks tired. With dark circles under his eyes and his long hair tied in a loose bun, his trousers are gone, replaced with comfortable-looking sleep shorts.

What should I do? Why is he asking? It’s his bed; it’s his cabin. Shouldn’t I be the one sleeping on the couch? I can fit comfortably, and it’s warmer too. But the way he looks down at me, there isn’t a drop of resentment or discomfort in his gaze. He almost looks hopeful.

I nod tentatively, watching in silence as the large man slides under the covers and beats his pillow before lying down with a sigh.

“I’m sorry.” Arden brushes a stray hair away from his forehead. “I should’ve done that in the privacy of the bathroom.”

Why is he sorry? It’s his cabin where he can do what he likes. And I was the one spying on him. So I’m the one at fault.

“I-I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling the way my face heats with a deeper blush.

Arden chuckles, his smile stretching across his face. “Don’t be sorry for feeling the way you do. It’s all natural.”

It still doesn’t make me feel any better. I should have left him the moment I realized what he was doing. But as I shift to get more comfortable, the wet patch in my pants has me hissing with discomfort.

Arden sucks in a deep breath. “Would you like a change of pants?”

Gritting my teeth, I toss up the idea of changing. But I don’t deserve it. I’m using more of his clothes, let alone having soiled this borrowed pair of pants he generously let me wear. I should just deal with it and sleep in my own mess.

Arden pulls the covers away and climbs out of bed. Opening the wardrobe, he digs around for a while before turning back to my side of the bed with a pair of matching sleep shorts.