Page 18 of Frost Bitten
Finally, once the movie ends, she stands and stretches, her arms raised over her head, lifting her shirt to expose a sliver of skin at her waist. I groan lightly at the sight, but then play it off as if I’m stretching as well.Fuck. Am I ever going to be able to be around her and not be rock-hard?Corey snickers, but then saves me with a distraction.
“Sunshine, why don’t I show you to the room, so you can start getting ready for bed,” he suggests as he stands. “Bast, I may need you in a second, so please don’t go far.” Then he grabs Cait’s hand and leads her down the hall to the basement bedrooms. I watch her follow, and the gentle sway of her hips makes me crazy. I feel dizzy; whether the effect is loss of blood from my eyes or the real effect of it rushing to my dick, I don't know. All I can think about is her. I sink down onto a stool at the kitchen bar to wait for Corey.
He stalks back down the hall, and he approaches me with a grin. “What?” I ask, looking at him suspiciously.
“Bro, I need a favor,” he replies. “Or more accurately, Cait needs a favor.” He grins, and I’m afraid to ask.
“What favor?” I inquire, hesitant for a second.
“Well, Cait requires a change of clothes for work tomorrow. I was thinking of giving her one of my t-shirts, but I think she’d fit into a pair of your training leggings better than anything of mine. Do you have anything that she might fit?”
Fuck.Cait, wearing my clothes? I hang my head in defeat, and Corey can only stand there and laugh at me. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, bro,” he huffs out while trying to control his laughter.
I sigh, before pushing off. “I’ll head upstairs to check. I doubt I have anything down here; it’s mostly muscle tees and basketball shorts. I’ll be right back.”
Walking upstairs two flights does nothing for the boner in my shorts. Why does the idea of Cait wearing my clothes make me so hard? She’s not even my girl. Something about it though makes me possessive, and I take pride in the fact that she might end up walking around in my clothes tomorrow. I finally reach my room and dig through one drawer of loungewear. I think I have a pair of soft cotton sleep pants that might fit her. I’ve got a slim build, but I have been working on my legs a lot recently, and I thought I had a basket of loungewear that became too small. Finally, I find the box stuffed into the back corner of my closet. I dig through and find a pair of medium black pants that might work – the flowy cotton might look ok for her to walk around in.
Then, I check out my training gear drawer. There are some compression leggings in here that might work. Luckily, I don’t have to dig too far and find those right away. I also find a compression T-shirt that might work. It won’t compress anything on her, since we’re all so much bigger than her slight frame, but I bring it, just in case.
I head back downstairs. Luckily, my dick settled down once I became preoccupied with finding the clothes. When I get to the bottom floor, I pass the hall bathroom, and assume that Cait is in there cleaning up and getting ready for bed. I knock on Corey’s door before pushing it open, announcing, “Hey man, I didn’t have much, but –”
As I begin to step in, my breath leaves my body. Cait was in here, not the bathroom, and I’m all of a sudden faced with her more than half-naked body.Fuck.All I can see is her exposed back and the tiny cut of panties that barely cover her ass. I shake myself back into reality at her slight squeak and quickly turn my back. Fuck, she’s probably so scared right now. Maybe even embarrassed.
“Cait, I’m so sorry. I thought you would be in the hall bathroom. I’m going to lock the door on my way out,” I say, rushing from the room to save her any further disgrace. I nearly bump straight into Corey as I exit the room. His look of confusion practically matches my own, because I have no idea what just happened.
“Bro, what’s up?” The concern lining his voice is real; I guess he doesn’t know what I just did.
“I thought you were in your room, and I came back with clothes. I—I walked in on her changing, and I feel like a jackass.”
“Nah, don’t worry,” he says to reassure me. “I’ll smooth it all over. But it’s such a different view than her in her bathing suit, huh?” He elbows me while grinning like a madman, unable to hide his amusement at my blunder.
I shove the clothes at him, frustrated with his teasing, and begin to storm off. I won’t be made fun of when he left a girl in his room without locking the door. “Dude, cut that shit. Those might work for her. Whatever doesn’t, just leave them on the counter down here.”
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“Bast, wait!” Corey protests, but I'm already climbing the stairs, hoping to put this whole incident behind me.
Overnight sucked donkey dick. I couldn’t sleep, even drinking some sleepy time tea that Miss Sally keeps stocked for when Nicole and I have trouble sleeping. She’s always made us some of this special blend when we were stressed or had bad dreams. Unfortunately, it didn’t help me last night. Around two a.m., I got up and took a hot shower, hoping the heat would relax me. I finally fell asleep around three a.m., only to wake up on my own just after six. Lying in bed for the past forty-five minutes has been agonizing; the only thing I have been able to think about is Cait. Her soft skin, the gentle waves of her silky hair. The sway of her hips as she walks that emphasizes the curve of her ass and her shapely thighs. All I managed to accomplish was giving myself blue balls.
After a cold shower, I quietly make my way downstairs. As I turn to head into the gym, I hear something down the hall. Considering it is just about sunrise, I figure Corey wouldn’t be up yet, so I venture to investigate.
As I approach his door, though, I see it’s cracked open. I hear shuffling, and then a voice. I lean in to listen and make sure everything is ok when I hear Cait’s voice carry out into the hall.
“But Corey, I want to.”
“And I’m glad you do, Sunshine, but I think we should just take things slow.”Hmm. I guess they are awake. Just as I turn to leave, a flash of dark pink catches my attention as she continues, and I peer through the crack in the door.
“Corey,”she says, lowering her voice into a seductive mumble,“if I want to give you pleasure, I’m ok with that.”She rolls over onto her knees and slowly moves down the bed, and in between Corey’s spread legs. The look he has on his face is one of a deer staring into headlights – he doesn’t want to move, but he knows the next few moments are incredibly dangerous.“I can control this,”she says.“I can get pleasure out of giving pleasure to you, of my own accord. If I give it of my own free will, that helps me take back control. I don’t feel like my sexuality is being stolen from me. I’m choosing this.”
He looks back at her, and I see the moment he breaks. He closes his eyes, and a groan escapes his throat as she moves in between his thighs. He nods his consent to allow her to do this, giving her complete control of the situation. She immediately throws the sheets off of herself, and I fight to hold in a gasp at her unbelievable body. Last night, I only saw her back and part of her ass. At this point, her ass is fully bare, facing the cracked door, and propped up in the air. I can see her begin working him over with her hands, and within three strokes, she has him hard enough to take into her mouth. He opens his eyes to look directly into hers, before reaching for his phone.
“Sunshine, do you mind? I’d love to capture this so I can think of you when I'm on my upcoming competition trips.”I don’t hear or see a response, so I can assume she gave him a wicked smile or wink to show she was ok. The light streaming in from the windows has lit up the room much more in the last five minutes, so I can only assume she looks like a goddess in the pale shades filtering in from the open curtains.“Fuck, girl, hold up, hold up,”Corey begs, propping himself up on the arm not holding his phone and recording her. I can’t imagine the view he has right now. Cait must have a magical tongue because I’ve never heard Corey beg, let alone beg to slow down.
I imagine she gives a sassy pout, because she pops his dick out of her mouth, then leans back in to run the tip of her tongue down his length. He groans again before dropping his phone to the mattress. Corey then sits all the way up to lean in and whisper something in her ear. Her giggles cause me to stumble; it’s lyrical and inspires ideas for getting her under my own hands.
A wave of embarrassment crashes over me. I’m standing here spying on my best friend getting a blow job. Is this part of that “long-term sharing” thing he mentioned? With Randi, the one chick of Cam’s that we all hooked up with a couple of times, it all happened organically. It was always agreed upon by everyone involved, and none of us infringed on private time, kind of like I’m doing now.
The thing is, though, the relaxed expression he wears as he flops back into the pillows stacked against the headboard tells me he’s likely thinking of the same thing – sharing her with one or more of us. He’s always been generous with women, telling stories about the way he worshiped them when we didn’t share.
