Snowed In, Stripped Down – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

I didn’t want to talk about it.

I stormed straight to the guest room, shutting the door harder than necessary, ignoring the way my pulse was still pounding in my ears. I kicked off my clothes, climbed into the bed, and yanked the blankets over me, my body still overheated from the sauna, from the fight, from everything.

Cass was full of shit. He had to be. He played mind games all the time, always pushing, always poking, always making me react. This was just another one of his tricks.

I tried to push it all out of my head. Tried to let the exhaustion of the last two days take over. And, eventually, it did.

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Until I jolted awake.

For a second, I didn’t know why. The room was dim, just the soft glow from the hallway slipping through the cracked door. The house was quiet, the storm completely gone now. But something was off.

Then I saw him.

Cass sat at the end of the bed, his posture slumped, his hands clasped loosely together between his knees. He wasn’t smirking. He wasn’t cocky. He just sat there, staring at the floor like he’d been sitting there for a while.

He looked… different.

I propped myself up on my elbows, rubbing the sleep from my face. "What the hell are you doing?"

Cass exhaled, running a hand through his hair. When he looked up, his face was tense, his jaw tight, but his eyes—fuck. His eyes were raw.

"I can’t believe you actually think I’d do that to you," he said quietly.

I blinked, still groggy, my mind catching up. "What?"

"You really think I’d put my best friend at risk just to… what? Get you in bed, fuck you?" His voice cracked slightly, and he shook his head. "I know we have our weird-ass rivalry. I know I’m an asshole sometimes. But I never thought you actually believed I was that kind of person."

I scoffed, sitting up fully. "Oh, come on. Don’t start with this manipulative bullshit—"

"I’m not—" He cut himself off, taking a breath, pressing his palms together. "Benson, I swear to god, I didn’t plan anything. Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was out there? Not for me—for you."

I clenched my jaw, shaking my head. "You always say whatever you have to say to get what you want. You always have."

Cass ran a hand over his face, visibly frustrated. "Yeah? And you always assume the worst of me, don’t you? Like I don’t have a damn conscience? Like I don’t care about you at all?"

I scoffed, but there was less heat in it this time. "You never gave me a reason to think otherwise. You push and push—whether it’s sports, grades, girls—you always want to win."

Cass let out a dry laugh, but there was no amusement in it. "Yeah, because I had to. Because that was all I had. The competition. The next thing to chase. You think I didn’t know you were jealous of me? That you didn’t look at my life and think, ‘Must be nice to have all that money, all that freedom’?”

I stayed silent, my throat tight, because I had thought that. So many times.

Cass exhaled and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "It felt good at first, you being jealous. Made me feel like I had something you didn’t. But then… then it stopped feeling good. Because you had something I didn’t. And I almost hated you for it."

I frowned, confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Cass let out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head. "Your family, dumbass. Your mom calls just to check in. Your dad actually gives a shit about what you’re doing. They see you as a person. My dad sees me as an investment. Someone to carry on the family name, to not embarrass him. You think I could ever come home and just… talk to him about my life? Hell no. I get a new watch in the mail instead of a phone call. That’s who he is. That’s all I get."

Something in my chest squeezed.

I had spent years resenting Cass for what he had, but I never considered what he didn’t have. Never realized he might have been looking at me with the same kind of jealousy.

"I know, man," I murmured, my voice quieter than I expected. "I know."

Cass swallowed hard, and for the first time, he looked unguarded. Like he wasn’t trying to win, wasn’t trying to prove something. Just… Cass.

I hesitated for only a second before I reached for him. He didn’t pull away. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held onto me just as tightly, his forehead pressing against my shoulder. For a long time, we just sat there, breathing together, both of us finally letting our guards down.

Then he lifted his head, and his lips met mine.

Not like before. Not possessive. Not teasing. Just real.

Loving.

He broke the kiss slightly, whispering. “If I’m gonna lose control I wanna to it to you”.

The Cass kissed me again, slow and deep, nothing like before. It wasn’t about control this time, wasn’t about who had the upper hand. It was just us, the heat of his mouth pressing into mine, the slow way our lips moved, how we both seemed to take our time, as if neither of us wanted to let go first.

He shifted, his hands sliding down my sides, fingers gripping my hips as he guided me onto my back. His weight settled over me, warm and solid, the press of his body sending a pulse of heat straight to my cock. I could already feel him hard against me, just as eager, just as caught up in whatever the hell this was turning into.

Then he moved lower.

His lips trailed down my jaw, the heat of his breath fanning over my neck, then my chest. He kissed down my sternum, over my abs, slow, deliberate. Every touch sent a shiver through me, anticipation winding tight in my stomach. Then his hands were on my thighs, spreading me open, and before I could even process what was happening, his mouth was on me.

I sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue dragged over my cock, hot and wet, the slow slide of his lips taking me in inch by inch. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. He just took his time, like he was learning me, memorizing every reaction, every twitch, every sound that slipped out of me.

“Fuck, Cass…” I groaned, my head pressing back against the pillows.

His hands gripped my hips, keeping me steady, keeping me from bucking up into his mouth as he swallowed me down, as his tongue curled around me in ways that made my head spin.

I threaded my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly. He looked up at me then, his brown eyes dark and hazy, and that look alone had my cock twitching in his mouth. He was enjoying this. Not because it was some power play. Not because he wanted to prove something. Just because he wanted to do this for me.

That realization sent a sharp pang through my entire body, something more intense than arousal, something deeper.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep control, but when he pulled off me with a slick sound and stroked me with his hand, his lips red and wet, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

“Too much?” he murmured, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a lazy grin.

I exhaled shakily, forcing a smirk. “I think you’re enjoying this too much.”

Cass chuckled, giving me a slow stroke before letting go. “Maybe.”

I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up, flipping us over so that I was on top of him, pinning him against the mattress. His smirk deepened, but there was something different in his expression. He wasn’t fighting me this time. Wasn’t pushing back. He was letting me take the lead.

And I was going to.

I kissed him hard, pressing my body against his, feeling the way his cock throbbed against my stomach. I reached between us, stroking him, swallowing the breathy sounds that escaped from his mouth.

“I want to fuck you,” I murmured against his lips, grinding against him, making sure he felt how much I meant it.

Cass’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into my back. “Then do it.”

I sat back, reaching for my usual masturbation lube from the bedside table. Cass spread his legs for me, watching as I slicked myself up, then I traced my fingers down between his cheeks, circling him lightly, feeling the tension in his thighs as he instinctively clenched. I took my time, rubbing soothing circles against his inner thighs, coaxing him to relax before pressing my slick fingers against him again, teasing at his entrance. His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling more rapidly now.

"Relax," I murmured, pressing a kiss against his knee, my free hand running up his stomach. "I want this to feel good for you."

Cass exhaled sharply, his fingers gripping the sheets. "I am relaxed," he muttered, but his body betrayed him, his thighs twitching under my touch.

I smirked and pushed a single finger inside, slow and deliberate, feeling the way he clenched around me before gradually easing into it. His muscles tensed at first, then softened as I worked him open, sliding in and out, adding more lube to keep everything slick and easy. He let out a low groan, his cock twitching against his stomach, and I knew I had him but I didn’t care anymore.

I added a second finger, scissoring gently, feeling him stretch around my fingers, adjusting. He shifted his hips, pushing into my hand slightly, a faint, breathy moan escaping his lips. "Fuck…"

"Good?" I asked, watching his face for any hesitation.

His eyes flicked open, dark and half-lidded. "More."

I bit my lip, my own cock aching at how fucking beautiful he looked like this—open, wanting, letting himself be taken care of. I twisted my fingers, pressing against that spot inside him, and his whole body jerked, a curse falling from his lips.

"You're ready," I murmured, withdrawing my fingers slowly, slicking myself up as he spread his legs wider for me, eyes never leaving mine.

By the time I pushed inside him, he was fully hard again, his cock flushed and twitching against his stomach, the tip leaking onto his abs. His lips parted on a shaky breath, brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and intensity as he adjusted around me. His thighs tensed for a second before he exhaled slowly, the tension melting from his body as he took me in. The heat of him, the tight grip, the way he clenched and relaxed around me—it was overwhelming. I groaned, pressing my forehead against his as I gave him a moment to breathe, to adjust, my hands gripping his hips as I held myself still inside him, feeling every inch of how good he felt around me.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, gripping the sheets as I felt my dick fully disappearing inside him.

I leaned down, kissing him as I started moving, slow at first, just feeling him, feeling the way his body took me in. It was different than before. No rush, no fight for dominance. Just us, moving together, feeling everything.

Cass wrapped his legs around me, pulling me deeper, his moans breaking against my lips. I groaned into his mouth, gripping his hips as I started to move faster, losing myself in all of it, the feeling of him clenching around my erection.

I wasn’t going to last.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice strained.

Cass obeyed immediately, wrapping his hand around his own cock, stroking himself in time with my thrusts.

Cass's breath hitched, his whole body trembling beneath me, his hand still moving along his cock but not letting himself go just yet. His moans grew more desperate, but he held back, waiting—watching me. The way he clenched around me nearly broke my control, and I groaned, thrusting deeper, harder, pushing him right to the edge without sending him over.

"Not yet," he rasped, his voice thick with restraint. "I want to feel you first."

The intensity of it all undid me. My hips snapped forward one last time, burying myself deep inside him as I let go, my cum erupting into his guts in hot, pulsing spurts. My breath shattered against his shoulder as I collapsed onto him.

Cass exhaled a shaky laugh, his fingers caressing over my back. "Your turn now," he murmured, and there was something almost teasing in his voice, but it was softer this time.

I barely had time to react before he rolled me onto my back, his lips dragging down my neck, his weight pressing me into the mattress. "I’m fucking you now."

I barely had time to respond before he was pressing me down, kissing me hard, and I let him.

Because I wanted him to.

Cass took his time, just like I had, his lips trailing along my jaw, then down my throat, where he sucked lightly, leaving a faint mark. His hands roamed over my chest, fingers tracing over my ribs, my stomach, mapping me out in a way that sent a shiver through me. He was slower this time, more deliberate, and I felt it—the care, the intent behind every touch.

His lips moved lower, trailing down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. By the time he reached my cock, I was already hard again, sensitive from the last round but craving more. He wrapped his fingers around my girth, stroking slowly before flicking his tongue over the head, teasing me until my hips bucked off the mattress.

"Still game?" he murmured against my skin, looking up at me with that familiar smirk. But it was warm. Playful.

I chuckled. "Shut up and get on with it," I rasped, my fingers threading through his hair.

Cass chuckled, then took me into his mouth, his tongue pressing firmly against the underside of my cock as he swallowed me down. He worked me over, just like before—slow, controlled, like he was savoring every reaction he pulled from me. I couldn’t stop the groan that tore from my throat, my thighs tensing as he took me deeper. My breath stuttered when he moaned around me, the vibration sending a spark of pleasure straight through my core.

I wasn’t going to last if he kept this up, and I knew he knew that. But before I could say anything, he pulled off me with a slick pop, his lips wet, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

"You ready?" he murmured, already reaching for the lube.

I swallowed hard, nodding. "Yeah."

He slicked himself up, then spread my legs apart, his hands firm but careful as he settled between them. His fingers trailed down my inner thighs before pressing against my hole, circling, teasing, before slowly pushing inside. I tensed instinctively, and he immediately paused, his other hand smoothing over my stomach.

"Breathe," he said softly. "I got you."

I let out a slow breath, willing myself to relax as he worked me open. He was patient, pressing in deeper, stretching me carefully, his free hand massaging my hip, grounding me. The burn faded into something better, something hotter, and when he finally pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the thick press of his cock, I was ready.

Cass groaned as he sank into me, his forehead pressing against mine as he bottomed out, his breath uneven, strained. He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me steady.

"Fuck," he exhaled, voice ragged. "You really feel so fucking good."

I could only nod, my nails digging into his back as I pulled him down for a kiss. He started moving, slow at first, rolling his hips in steady, deliberate thrusts. The sensation sent sparks up my spine, my body tightening around him, adjusting to the fullness of him once again.

It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t desperate. It was steady, deep, like he was feeling every inch of me the way I had with him. He whispered my name against my lips, his hands gripping my waist as he thrust deeper, hitting that spot that made my whole body jolt.

"Cass—" I gasped, and he caught my moan in a kiss, his movements growing more intense, more fluid, the heat between us unbearable in the best way.

His hand slipped between us, wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. My breath came in short, broken gasps, my body tightening with his touch.

"I want you to cum with me," Cass murmured against my ear, his voice thick with restraint.

And fuck, I did. I was right there, the pleasure twisting, spiraling higher as his pace quickened. My toes curled, my hands gripping his shoulders as my balls tensed completely.

Pleasure shot through me, my breath breaking into a strangled gasp as my body tensed, my cock pulsing between us, hot ropes of sperm streaking across my stomach. My back arched, every muscle locking up as wave after wave crashed over me, my thighs trembling beneath him. My nails dug into his shoulders, my mouth falling open as I let out a low, wrecked moan. My head spun, and before I could fully catch my breath, Cass’s hips snapped forward one last time, his whole body tensing above me, his breath hitching as he groaned into my neck, filling his load deep inside my ass.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us trembling, our bodies slick with sweat, breathless, tangled together in the sheets.

Cass let out a soft chuckle, his forehead pressing against mine. "That was…"

"Yeah," I breathed, unable to find the words.

He kissed me again, slow, lingering, and for the first time, there was no question left between us.

I didn’t care about who won. I didn’t care about control.

Because this? This was something else entirely.