Page 19 of Frost Bitten
I keep watching, enthralled with the sounds they both make as Cait works her magical mouth over him. I can’t help but be jealous of Corey; this sounds absolutely incredible, and my dick is twitching, straining in my sweats because I’m so hard. I reach down to adjust it underneath the band, but just this slightest touch when Cait moans seductively with Corey’s cock in her mouth is almost too much.
I turn away, resting my back against the wall. I listen in, panting while I’m eavesdropping. I want to touch her and have her touch me like that, but I’m not willing to risk something before speaking to her about this whole thing. That would completely ruin everything.
More curses from Corey bleed into the hallway, and I cannot help but lower my hand inside my sweats and grip my length. Painfully hard, I feel it jump with each and every sound from Cait.
I finally start to work my fist over myself; my dick throbbing as I imagine what her skilled mouth would feel like on my own cock. The warmth of her mouth envelops me, her velvet tongue swirling around me; it’s all so overwhelming. The urge to let go sweeps through me, but I hold off as long as I can. I pause, gripping myself hard to refuse my release. It’s been mere minutes, and I want to enjoy this. I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to be with her, so this is all I get for the time being.
“Fucking hell, Sunshine. Your mouth is my newest addiction.”Fuck this shit. Listening to Corey’s smooth words is getting to me as much as I assume it’s affecting Cait. Moving my hand again reignites the heat settling in my gut that I’d previously tempered, and this time I have no more restraint. Pumping myself to the same rhythm as Corey’s grunts only further pulls me under, imagining her lips around my cock.
When I do finally come, my head tilts back and hits the wall with the slightest thump, my bottom lip pinched tight between my teeth to prevent them from hearing me. As I catch my breath, I hear Corey finish and Cait moan at the power she’s just taken back. Her sweet noises wake me from my trance, and I quietly rush off to the gym. I grab a change of sweats and rush over to the shower, needing to clean up before training this morning. I also use the excuse to avoid both of them for the next fifteen minutes.
As the warm water rushes over my body, I begin to think about the situation we’re all in. Yeah, she’s Corey’s girl, but he’s spoken out several times that he won’t mind sharing. From what Corey’s said, Cait hasn’t outright refused the idea, so I’m hoping she’s considered it. And I think we’ve all gotten over any suspicion of her being deceitful or misleading. If Corey’s still up for it, I think I’m going to take my shot. Maybe ask her out this week. I just can’t hide my feelings for her anymore.
This woman has come into our lives, and she’s healed parts of me that I didn’t know were broken. Maybe it’s better to say that she’s smoothed out some of the rough edges I have just by being around. I’ve been more at ease when she’s near. Her peace has bled into my life and comforts me. I’m ready to claim her, to hold her when I need her closer.
She’ll be leaving to go to work soon. Perhaps I’ll drag Corey with me and go up there later today when I know I can catch her. I just can’t wait anymore to make my move.
ELEVEN
COREY
Mmm, fuck, ride my dick baby… wait. No. Cait’s not ready yet. What?
Jerking awake, I sit up. Blinking my eyes to clear the sleep, I blindly reach over to the side of the bed where Cait slept next to me last night. Except, I don’t find her warm curves, only cold sheets. I lean over and grab my phone and blink again when I see the time. Eleven-thirty am? Damn it, she left without saying goodbye and left me to sleep in.
I flop back onto the bed, closing my eyes and remembering how she woke me up this morning. Her warm hand glided down my abs and then ran to the inside of my thigh, teasing me with her touch everywhere except where I really wanted it. That’s when I remembered what happened, and I gently pushed her away, insisting we didn’t have to. At that first moment of resistance, though, she became determined to please me.
She immediately raised up and reached out with her other hand, caressing my dick with the lightest of movements. He, of course, loved the attention and woke right up at the hint of getting some action. Man, dicks are…dicks.That’s ok, though, because I was so grateful Cait wanted to take back her right to choose her sexual activity. Shewantedto pleasure me because she felt sexual without being taken for granted. I’m assuming that she might be recovering faster since she’s already going through therapy, and you know, she wasn’t actually raped, but what do I know. All I know is I’m not pressuring her to do anything. She can drive this ship, I will happily hop on for the ride.
Picking up my phone, I open my photo albums and find the video I took of her. God damn, she’s so fucking beautiful. Her bright pink hair practically sparkles with all of the shine of the morning light as it falls around her shoulders, and the color brings out the arousal in her cheeks and lips.Those fucking lips.Heaven resides between those lips, for sure. The way she took me down her throat, I can’t help but groan at the memory of how perfect she felt swallowing my dick.My eyes roll back in my head, and I can feel my cock begin to throb once more as I watch this video. I’d do anything for that woman and to be with her again. Not saying the perfection that is her pussy isn’t worth fighting for, but if this is all she’s offering for a while, I don’t fucking care. This is a blessing, one I’m not ever going to take for granted. I’ll be a patient man if it means I can eventually spend time in the heaven between her thighs.
Watching that video, and remembering just how wonderful I was able to make her feel when we were together previously, has me thinking of the future. I’m trying to plot out when I might be able to go down on her when something in the video catches my attention. The door was cracked, and I noticed movement. I make a copy of the video – to protect the sanctity of the original – and crop it down.
Holy shit, I did see something move. Blond hair swished by the door. I knew I heard something in the hall at the time, but I chalked it up to someone upstairs. He knew what was going on; hewatched. At least for a little bit. He fucked himself over, lurking in the hall. I hope he went and took care of business because otherwise, the blue balls would’ve been ridiculous. Cait’s moans and the scent of her excitement were intoxicating, and that was even with the satisfaction of her swallowing my cock. Not having that finish? I can’t imagine what that would be like.
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Well, I guess it’s time to get up and shower and then go hunt for some food. And Sebastien. He and I need to talk because the one time was ok, but if he’s going to watch, he needs to get her permission next time.
After getting ready for the day, I walk out to the lounge area in the basement. Cam chugs the last of his protein shake before he tilts his head in passing. Within seconds, I hear the external door slam shut and his Porsche Cayenne roar down the driveway. Ever since the night of the dinner, Cameron hasn’t been the same. I’m going to have to track him down soon and figure out what's going on with him. He’s a moody bastard on the daily, but this mood he’s been in is taking that to the extreme. It makes me wonder just how much Cait’s confession of her history and experiences affected him.
As I make my way upstairs, I hear Bast in the kitchen talking to Ms. Sally. She’s the best; she’s like your favorite aunt that you love having around. Entering the kitchen, I observe her holding her arms around her middle as she giggles. Bast, having a shit-eating grin on his face, must have told a great joke. I’m curious, but I decide not to intrude on their moment. Ms. Sally is like a second mom to Sebastien, having been an integral part of his childhood. Bast and Nicole had a nanny when they were younger, but Nicole never wanted anything to do with Bast, so he always did his own thing. Half the time, he ended up in the kitchen, watching Ms. Sally cook for the family.
“Ah, Corey! How are you, dear?” Ms. Sally greets me as she slowly composes herself. “Would you like some brunch?”
“Ms. Sally, you spoil me. Yes, please,” I reply, embracing her in a warm hug.
“Oh, stop it, you flirt,” she giggles. “Have a seat at the bar here, and I’ll warm up a plate for you.”
I turn and move around the island, sidling up to Bast, and take the stool next to him. “Hey, bro,” I mumble, with a head nod in greeting.
“Hmm,” is all I get from him as he conveniently takes a long sip of his coffee. He doesn’t even glance my way, and while this isn’t entirely abnormal for him, I know that this morning is probably running through his head.
Ms. Sally doesn’t take long to slide a plate of protein pancakes and an egg wrap in front of me. She even provides a cup of coffee to the side, made just the way I like it with a splash of cream, before politely excusing herself. It seems she’s read the room and feels the tension from Bast just as much as I do.
“I need to-”
“I know, dude.”
