Found in the Cold

Disclaimer:

All characters depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only and contains consensual adult content. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter Two

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The bed shifted, the comforter lifted, and Katie slid in. Without asking, she pulled my arm out and snuggled in tight. Then her hand began roaming.

I'd offered her the bed, but she refused and instead took the couch. As her hand slid into my underwear, I realized why. On the couch, there wouldn't be room for both of us.

As soon as she touched my rising cock, I shot out of the bed.

"Katie, what the hell?!"

She sat up, and my eyes widened--her body was on full display. The shadows covered her as well as my shirt, but it couldn't hide that my shirt was no longer on her body.

"That's my question," she said. "What the hell, Alex? Don't you find me attractive?"

"What?! Are you insane?"

"No, are you?" I didn't answer, so she stood and walked toward me until I was pressed between her and the wall. "Why aren't you trying to fuck me? Am I not good enough for you anymore?"

"Can you please put something on?"

"Not until you answer my question."

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me why you jumped out of bed. When we were teens, you used to follow me around like I had skittles falling out of my twat, but now... now you can barely look at me."

I wanted to answer her, I really did, but the more I didn't, the angrier she got. I wasn't good at confrontation, and she knew that, but she didn't give me room to run.

Finally, she shook her head and left the room. I thought she was going back to the couch, but then the light flipped on.

"What're you doing?" I asked as I went into the living room.

"Somewhere I'm wanted," she said, dressing in the clothes that had been freshly washed by the hotel staff.

"Stop," I said when she began throwing her remaining clothes into her rucksack.

She didn't, so I grabbed her bag. She jerked it out of my grip.

"Fuck off."

My blood began to boil, just like it had outside.

"Dammit, Katie," I said grabbing her shoulders and pulling her around to face me. "You're acting like a child. You know I want you, but it'd be taking advantage."

"Of what?!"

"Of you!... Of you," I said quieter. Confusion replaced her anger. "I've loved you all my life and I've been

in

love with you for half that time." I laughed. "It was you, me, and Jesse all the time. You were like a sister."

An eyebrow raised and a smirk pulled at her lips.

"You never stared at me like a 'sister'."

"Fine, a step-sister, better?"

"Slightly. Go on."

"What else is there to say? I'm me. You

know

me. I can't force myself on you."

She laughed until I let her go.

"Alex, I'm a grown woman who climbed into your bed... naked. You aren't forcing yourself on me. Hell, I'm throwing myself at you."

I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Let me make it simple. Do you want to fuck me or not?" I started to speak, to explain, but she shut me down. "Yes or no, Alex?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"No, don't do that. Say it, Alex. Tell me you want me."

I met her eyes, my decision made.

"I want you, Katie, I've always wanted you," I said, clearly making sure she could see the lust fill my eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"

I pulled her into my arms.

Our lips met, and all the sex I ever had, all the times I'd ever kissed someone, left my mind. And I'd been told I was a good kisser. You couldn't have proved it by how I stuck my tongue in her nose. She laughed.

I burned with embarrassment and tried again. Our teeth clacked together on the second try. There wasn't finesse or rhythm--just heat, skin, and hunger.

She took my face in her hands, holding me tight as she kissed me softly. I wanted her, but when I moved, she moved with me. It was erotic and frustrating at the same time.

My arms wrapped around her waist, and she allowed her body to press against mine. She was soft and strong in all the ways I'd fantasized about for years.

I pressed my hardness against her, and she moaned. I whimpered. It was like being a teenager again--awkward and completely out of my depth.

My cock ached. It was trapped and throbbing between us as she pushed me toward the bed.

She took my hands and ran them down her body until my fingers brushed the hem of her shirt. I started to pull, but she stopped me.

"Slowly," she whispered.

I shivered, needing her more and more as time passed.

I listened to her and forced myself to take my time peeling her shirt up and over her head. I tossed it to the side. Her body was lean, her breasts high and full, nipples already tight.

She stood before me... waiting.

With a sigh, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I squeezed, not hard, but she didn't care as she pulled on my wrists.

Down her taut stomach, my fingers felt her flutter as I touched the button on her pants. I hesitated.

"Don't stop, Alex. Take me and make me yours."

Make her mine? What the hell did that mean,

I thought.

I immediately forgot about her words as she used my fingers to do what she wanted.

Her pants fell, and suddenly the woman I'd wanted all my life was in front of me... naked.

She smiled as she stepped forward to kiss me. She pulled me back until she fell onto the bed. I watched as she climbed backward onto the bed, spreading her thighs.

My brain froze. Unable to move or even look away, I stood there and stared at her pussy.

She was neatly trimmed. Her soft golden curls framed her swollen lips, which were dripping with arousal. My cock jumped, and felt like it had tried to get harder. I groaned and felt my knees grow weak.

Like a drunk man, I fell as I tried to rip the underwear from my body. I popped up again, and she giggled until she saw my erection.

A thick seven inches pointed upward, and her eyes grew wider.

"Jesus," she murmured. I smiled when she swallowed hard, then held out her hands. "Time for looking is over, time to use that big pretty cock."

I moved. Urgently climbing onto the bed through her legs until we were face to face. I had tried to kiss her body, but I knew what I wanted, and it wasn't to please her with my lips.

We kissed as the tip of my dick rubbed against her slit. Her hot little cunt nipped at me. Wet and hungry in a way that made my legs shake.

For a brief moment, my mind cleared enough for me to say, "I think there are condoms in the nightstand."

Her legs tightened, forcing me into her. "No condoms. I want to feel you."

I nodded and pushed my hips forward.

She was so tight I wasn't sure I could get in without hurting her, but she refused to let me stop. Her heels spurred me on, inch after painful inch she stretched around me.

She gasped sharply when I bottomed out, and I froze.

"You okay?"

She smiled faintly. "Oh yeah, just didn't expect my Alley-Cat would be so big."

Confidence should've filled me, but it didn't. Paralysis did. I wasn't sure what to do. Thrust, grind, or wait for her to adjust? I had waited for so long to be inside of her, and I wanted it to be perfect. I didn't feel perfect, I felt stupid, and every second that passed made me more and more awkward.

Her hips began to move fucking herself on my inviting cock. It pulled me out of my indecision, and I began to match her thrusts. She tried to move with me, but when she did it threw me off again and I couldn't find a good rhythm.

She pulled my face down into her neck. I kissed and nipped at her collarbone, but everything felt... off.

It was her expression. It was distant.

Shit,

I thought.

Do something different.

I felt like a failure and began to flail for something to do. All that came to mind... porn.

I grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head, and drove myself into her harder and faster until she was crying out.

Honestly, I wasn't even sure if my movements actually gave her pleasure or if I was just forcing her body to orgasm.Either way, she stiffened and called out my name.

"Oh, God, Alex! Oh, God, I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming! Don't stop, baby! Fuck me!"

I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I needed to fill her up, but she crushed me. Her pussy clamped down hard, so tight it felt like I couldn't breathe--like she was trying to keep me trapped inside her. It pushed me closer to the edge, fast, and I barely registered anything beyond the heat and pressure and the way my body begged to let go.

Lost in my own race, I didn't realize she was speaking to me until her hands slapped my back as if she were tapping out.

"Alex," she said breathless, "Alex, baby, it's too much, you have to let me catch my breath."

I froze as she smiled up at me.

"Baby, you can't drive that thing in me like that. Not until I get used to it. We need more practice until I can take you like that."

"I don't want to disappoint you. Didn't I give you an orgasm?"

She chuckled. "You did, but you're also hitting every nerve inside of me. I'm not saying that's bad because it'll make me cum, but... let's enjoy the journey more and not just the destination."

"I wanted to be perfect for you, to do this right."

"I want it right to, but you have to stop thinking and just feel."

She pushed, not hard. One moment, I was on top, and then the next, I was flat on my back with her straddling me. She never let my cock leave her pussy and when we finished moving, her palms rested on my chest.

"You have to learn my body," she said, her hips began to rock, slow and deep. I groaned. My hands grabbed her hips before I even knew what I was doing.

She took her time, feeling me inside of her as she rode me. Up and down, moving faster and deeper with every bounce. Her breath caught whenever she changed angles. Her rhythm was relentless but consistent. Eventually, her thighs began trembling from effort, but still she didn't stop.

She used me.

And God, it felt good.

She clawed my chest, nails dragging deep as her body convulsed again. She came hard. Louder this time. She fucked through her orgasm her breasts bounced with every up and down. She kept going until her mouth was hanging open, desperate for another orgasm.

I watched as she rubbed her clit with two fingers, fast, focused.

"Pinch my nipples," she begged.

I reached up and caught her nipple between my fingers and squeezed.

She came a third time with a shudder, legs clamping tight around me. She cried out as a loud, unashamed moan ripped from her throat as her pussy spasmed around my cock.

It took everything I had not to come right then.

But she didn't stop.

She ground against me again, her body still hungry as she bent forward, letting her lips brush my ear.

"One more, please," she whispered.

I nodded, and her body began moving again. Faster and harder until I couldn't think anymore. She worked on her fourth orgasm, and I felt my first one building again.

Before I could cum, she began to shudder, her hips stuttering, her breath catching, and then she gasped and clenched and screamed into my shoulder.

When her body relaxed, I thrust up into her and came hard. My heat poured out of me in helpless waves as I gripped her ass and held her down, thrusting up as deep as I could go. My whole body went taut, like I'd been holding back since the moment I saw her.

She rolled her hips slowly, milking me through the aftershocks until my body gave out.

She collapsed on top of me, chest heaving.

"Do you want to try on top again? You can take your time and fuck me for as long as you want."

I shook my head, unsure of what had just happened, and wasn't sure if I wanted it to happen again.

She nodded then rolled off of me, sweaty, breathless, and wrung out. I didn't say anything when she curled into my side laying her leg across my softening, sticky cock. I pulled the covers up.

She fell asleep quick, but I couldn't help but stay up and think.

I knew what I wanted, but was I just another warm bed she was working for?