Paper-Thin Cabin Walls and Knocking Headboard

Hanna’s hips were already rolling when she surfaced. Already grinding. Half-draped over Kian in the cabin’s only bed, one thigh shoved between his, her chest crushed to his chest, her cunt dragging wet and frantic along the thick sleep-hard line of his cock through soaked cotton. A snore ripped through the paper-thin wall and her whole body seized. Rex. Close enough that one moan would carry. Heat slammed through her anyway. She couldn’t stop. The sheets were a trap, twisted tight around both their calves and ankles, skin gone slick everywhere they touched, and Kian’s eyes snapped open with no surprise in them at all. Pupils blown. Jaw tight. Mouth already open. He’d been awake. He’d been lying there feeling her do it.

His hand crushed her ass. Hauled her down. The grind went savage in one breath, her folds splitting around the fat ridge of him, cotton dragged so thin it was nothing, his cock kicking hard against her clit with every desperate shove of her hips. Teeth found her jaw. He bit. She bit back. Their mouths collided off-center, wet, a clash of lips and hunger that had to stay silent, and he shoved his face against her ear so the words wouldn’t exist for anyone else.

“Don’t you fucking stop.” A scrape of heat on the shell of her ear. “Been hard for hours.” His hips bucked up under her. “Feel that? That’s yours. Soak it.” The snore through the wall hitched, dragged, rolled on. His breath went ragged against her lobe. “He’s right there. Sawing logs. You make one sound and I’ll still fuck you through this mattress.”

Hanna’s nails raked down his back. She slid off him sideways, dragged her thigh out from between his and hooked it over his hip instead, hauling them face-to-face on their sides in a locked knot of sweat and heat. Her tits smashed flat to his chest. His cock trapped between her thighs so every roll of her hips slid her cunt along the whole length of him. She couldn’t get her knee any higher. Couldn’t roll her hips more than an inch without the springs complaining. Every movement had to be small and hard and mean. The bed creaked once and they both froze, panting into each other’s open mouths, listening. A cough from the far side. A bunk frame groaning as someone rolled over. Then nothing but the wet slide of her pussy along his shaft and the hammer of her pulse in her own throat. She shoved one hand down between them. Yanked the gusset of her underwear aside and held it there, elastic biting her knuckles. Her other hand dragged down his stomach, found his waistband and shoved it past his hips, his cock springing free, hot and heavy against her wrist, and she took him in her fist and dragged the head of him up through her bared folds, smeared her own slick from the crown down to the root. Then she let the gusset go to grab him with both hands and the cotton snapped back against his shaft, against her knuckles. She swore into his neck.

“In me.” Lips brushing the cartilage of his ear, voice so low it was barely breath. “Now. I don’t care. I need it.” Her fist dragged up him once, twice, felt him jerk. “Split me open before I scream.”

He didn’t wait. His hand left her ass, fisted the crotch of her underwear, and ripped. One hard wrench. The cotton parted with a sound like a whisper and hung wrecked around her hip, and then that same hand hooked her top thigh higher, hauled her open, and he drove into her in one brutal thrust that punched the air out of both of them. She was drenched and still he was thick enough that her cunt stretched around him in a greedy, clutching drag, every inch a collision. A whimper tore up her throat when he bottomed out. She swallowed it. Felt it go down like something solid. His forehead cracked against hers. Teeth clashed. He stayed buried, grinding, using the vise of their tangled legs to fuck into her in short, vicious rolls that never left her, his pelvis crushing her clit, the mattress swallowing every shove. She watched his jaw lock. Watched his eyes cut toward the wall and back. Watched him count something behind his teeth.

Hanna’s mouth found his ear. “Harder. God—you’re so fucking deep.” Her hips jerked against him, that trapped one-inch roll, over and over. “I can hear it. Every time you move. How wet I am. They’re going to hear it.” Her voice cracked and she bit his earlobe to kill it. “Don’t you dare pull out. Use me. I don’t care if they hear the bed, just—”

He clapped a hand over her mouth and replaced it with his own, swallowing the rest, tongue shoving deep, then ripped his lips to her ear again, hips snapping in that locked, side-pinned grind. “Quiet.” A thrust. Her whole body jolted. “Take it.” His fingers dug into the meat of her thigh. “You’re running down my balls. Hear that?” Another roll, and the wet sound between them was loud, was obscene, was right there. “That’s you. That’s how bad you need it.” His breath hitched. He bit the hinge of her jaw. “Come on my cock without a sound.” Thrust. “Or I keep going till one of them walks in.”

The tangle broke. He kicked his heel through the knot of sheets, tore one ankle loose, then the other, and dragged hers free with a jerk that burned the skin of her calf and left the whole twisted mess kicked down to the foot of the bed. Then he rolled her. Sudden. Violent. Slammed her onto her back and followed her down, shoving his shorts off his thighs and kicking them clear in the fall, his knees driving into the mattress between hers. He reared back onto them. Hooked both hands under her ass. Hauled her hips clean off the sheets and pinned them there in his grip. Angled her. Drove in.

The headboard hit the wall.

Wood on plaster. One dull knock. Hanna’s cunt clenched so hard around him it hurt. He did it again. Knock. Again. Knock. Every strike of the headboard jolted straight into where he was splitting her, and she got wetter each time, felt herself flood around him, felt it run down between her cheeks and onto his knuckles. She locked her legs around his waist. Met him. His hips slapped the undercurve of her ass where he held her lifted, the sound flat and wet and swallowed by the mattress under them. Her nails dug into his shoulders until her fingertips ached. She couldn’t feel her own thighs anymore. Just him. Just the drag.

He let her ass drop. Folded down over her. Grabbed her wrists and crushed them above her head in one hand, the other clamping her hip so hard she felt the bones grind. Used her like a handle. Fucked her into the mattress while the headboard took every thrust. Knock. Knock. Knock. Not fast. Hard. Each one timed to his breath, a harsh exhale against her ear on the drive in, a hitch on the pull out. The pull out was the worst. He dragged almost all the way free and her cunt clenched to keep him, sucked at the head of him, a long wet drag that made her eyes roll back, and then he slammed home and the wall took it and she had to shove her mouth against his shoulder to kill the whine that came out of her.

Sweat ran between her tits. Pooled where his chest crushed hers. Slid down her ribs into the sheets. His stomach was slick against hers, dragging, every thrust a hot smear of skin. She could smell him. Salt and sleep and sex. The scream lived behind her teeth now. She could feel it. Sitting in her throat like a fist. Every knock of the headboard shoved it higher and she bit down on his shoulder until she tasted the copper of him and still it wanted out.

His mouth never left her ear. “That’s it.” Knock. “Take it.” Knock. “Look at you.” He dragged out, that slow clenching pull, and she whimpered into his skin and he groaned low against her ear like it hurt him too. “Soaked. Shaking. Trying not to scream.” He slammed in and the words broke apart. “Fuck—” His breath went to pieces against her lobe. “You’re so fucking tight like this. Squeezing me every time the wall hits.” Knock. “You like that.” Knock. “You like that they might hear.” His teeth closed on her ear. “Feel how hard I am? That’s because of you. That’s because you woke up humping my cock with my whole team through that wall.”

A moan broke out of her. His hand left her hip and slapped over her mouth, catching it in his palm, the sound dying wet against his fingers. She sucked air through her nose. Her thighs were shaking around him. Her hands were numb above her head. He dragged out and drove in and the headboard cracked against the plaster loud enough that they both stalled for half a breath, eyes locked, chests slamming together, listening.

The snore through the wall didn’t stop.

He fucked her harder.

“Come on me,” he breathed, ragged, broken, hips snapping. Knock. “Come on my cock.” Knock. “And don’t—” Knock. “—make—” Knock. “—a fucking sound.”

His hand fell from her mouth and clamped back around her hip, fingers digging in to hold her still for it, and Hanna turned her head and caught his mouth. Crushing. All teeth and stolen air. He slammed into her and the headboard went frantic against the wall, a knocking that wasn’t a rhythm anymore, just collision. Her cunt locked. Seized. The orgasm hit low and hard, a cramp of pleasure that punched up through her belly and yanked her thighs closed around his waist and made her hips buck against his grip. Every moan, every gasp, every ruined sound of her coming apart went straight into his mouth. His hand came off her wrists and clamped her jaw. Held her there. Sealed the kiss so tight she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t turn, could only spasm around the thick driving length of him and scream into his tongue where nothing got out. He followed her with a groan she drank down whole, hips stuttering, cock pulsing inside her in heavy hot spurts, buried to the root and grinding through it, the kiss so airless her lungs burned, every sound of him coming trapped between their teeth.

They collapsed still locked. His cock twitching inside her. Her legs limp around his hips, one heel sliding down the back of his thigh. Both of them panting into each other’s open mouths, sweat dripping off his jaw onto her throat. His hand had slid from her hip back under her ass, and she could feel him leaking out of her, warm and slow, running down to where his fingers cupped her. The headboard had gone still. Her wrists throbbed. The inside of her mouth tasted like his blood. For three seconds there was nothing but their wet shared breath and the wall.

Then footsteps. Heavy. Bare on the floorboards. Stopping dead outside the door.

His hand left her jaw and slapped over her mouth. Her thighs clamped around him. Neither of them breathed.