Baby, it's cold outside

Nick couldn’t believe the fire with which Marley leapt at him once she’d thrown aside her concerns for the feelings of the other girls. Even after the steamy moment they’d shared together in the escape room, and all the teasing that had followed and preceded it, he still didn’t expect her to be so… ravenous.

Maybe he should have remembered just how much of the gluttonous Mimi was still there, under the surface.

“Oh… ohh…” Marley moaned into his mouth as she pushed her tongue past his lips. She reached up and cradled his cheeks, holding him close so he couldn’t pull his head back even if he wanted to. An while her mouth kept him occupied up top, her ass rubbed against his growing erection, covering the front of his pants with her juices as she humped against him like a rutting dog.

“Please… oh… yes!” She was the one who broke the kiss. She threw back her head and groaned. A tremor shot through her as the blanket she’d worn gave up its futile attempt to cover her bombshell body, and collapsed in defeat on the floor.

Neither of them even noticed.

The space between the two of them was almost nonexistent. Marley practically glued herself to his body, and her breasts pillowed out over him, nearly covering his entire chest with their sheer size. His dick was as hard as the logs of the cabin and he cursed the fact that he still had his pants on. He could feel how soaked she was down below, and knew how heavenly it would feel to push himself inside her slimy depths. But for now, he’d have to settle for grinding against her, no matter how desperately he wanted more.

Marley scrubbed herself against him like her body was a sponge and she was trying to get him clean. But she just felt dirtier. It was intoxicating, feeling him buck against her, desiring her as passionately as he clearly did, and all she could do was hold on and try to get as much of him as she could. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds beneath her bra, and as they scraped against his pecs it sent sparks through her body that made her chest ripple.

Nick could feel them too. Like tiny pebbles pushing insistently against him. They’d been erect for a while now, but it wasn’t just due to the cold anymore. Her flimsy bra felt as useless and restrictive as his pants at this point, and they both knew it.

Finally, Marley shifted back, adjusting her weight so she was no longer mounting him like a beast, but sitting in his lap like a person again. Her cheeks were red, but it wasn’t just desire that enflamed them at this point- part of it was embarrassment of how big of a display she’d just made.

“I… I…!” Marley fumbled for an explanation, but her brain was too overheated to even try coming up with words to say. The two looked at each other, and they could tell from the expressions that they both shared.

They’d been waiting for this for so long… words didn’t matter at this point. Explanations could go to hell.

This was what they’d wanted, no matter how hard they’d convinced themselves that they shouldn’t want it.

“It’s okay… right?” Marley panted, falling forward slightly so her chest rested against his again. She lowered her head and gazed up into his eyes, fighting the small shakes surging through her body and her desire to start humping him all over again.

“O… okay?” Nick struggled to breathe as well; Marley’s kisses had nearly suffocated him, and as the oxygen flowed back into his brain, he was struggling to process what she was talking about.

“You and I… us being like this… that’s okay, right?” Marley was quick to get going, but apparently was quick to cool off, too. She’d managed to wrangle some rationality back at the last moment, and keep herself from crossing any lines.

But Nick could still see that desire there, buried just beneath the surface. It was like a tiger ready to pounce. As soon as he gave her permission, as soon as he eased the remains of her conscience and assured her, this façade of civility would crumble to dust.

“Marley…” he choked out, swallowing. “You… I… I really like you. I want you. I was holding back… because I thought… I thought that it wasn’t fair to the other girls, and it wasn’t fair to you. I’m just one guy. I can only spend so much time with the women in my life. Mary, Rose, Kim, Gina, Morgana… even Sylvia… not to mention your sister… all the new girls, too… even Holly… They’re all people who I’m bound to. So I thought… I thought that I should let you go. I thought that… if you could get out… if you could find someone who could treasure you more than anyone else… love you, and only you… I thought that if you could have that opportunity… then I should let you have it. That’s why I pushed you away before,” he admitted.

Marley tensed. But then she felt his hands. They guided themselves to the curve of her waist, perhaps the thinnest and most fragile part of her body, and just rested there, right where her hips began. He held her softly enough to not hurt, but just tightly enough to put on pressure, and make a statement without saying a word.

MINE.

Fuck. She wanted to be his so badly.

“I thought… I wanted that too…” She panted, feeling the chill of her sweat give way to the heat of her body. “I thought that… if I stepped back… if I let you enjoy your harem… that would be best for everyone.”

They shared a tense, silent exchange with their eyes, almost as heated as the prior one with their lips and tongues.

And they could see the dwindling embers of their respective hesitation slowly sputter out and die from suffocation.

Nick tightened his grip on her hips and pressed her down, grinding her ass against his cock as he pushed up against her.

“Yessss…” Marley hissed, throwing back her head and pushing her breasts deeper into his chest until they started to ooze around him. Almost like her body was still made of slime, the softness of her titflesh seemed almost liquid as it squeezed between the two of them, and Nick wanted nothing more in that moment than to grab a big handful of each.

But his hands were otherwise occupied, clinging to her snug waist and holding her in place like the horned up little minx that she was. Oh, Marley may have played at being a good girl, and maybe when the point of comparison was her sister, she could make a compelling case. But that little slit between her legs told the real story. Nick could feel it hungrily nipping against his erection, not caring one bit if it happened to be clothed or not. That hot little hole wanted to let him inside already, and it was growing increasingly impatient that the two of them weren’t giving it what it desired.

In the end, too many things occupied Nick’s thoughts to properly process the complete and total destruction of any hope Marley ever had of finding a man other than him. And Marley seemed to be intent on shoving those hopes into her cleavage and squeezing it tight until they were snuffed out completely! She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him into the crook of his neck, practically demanding her devour her like a vampire as he feasted on her glistening skin and the sweet scent of sweat that should have repulsed anyone else, but in that moment, smelled of ambrosia to Nick’s animal hunger.

Damn it! Nick cursed. If only he could have thought ahead, he could have taken off his pants back when his body still had some sense of rationality intact! But he’d become so intoxicated with the full-figured flower girl in front of him that he couldn’t slam on the brakes even to actually take the steps necessary to get inside of her; not if it meant having to slow down and part from the woman intent on devouring him whole.

Her arms clutched against his head and her legs had sandwiched his. Even her boobs were trying their best to encircle his torso, and in spite of the laws of physics saying otherwise, in that moment Nick would have believed it if they were somehow big enough to touch around the other side. Marley was wrapped around him like a cocoon, even more than when she’d been a slime girl. It almost felt like she didn’t even give a damn about actual intercourse; whatever this was got her going more than sex ever could.

But it couldn’t last.

He first noticed it when her hands let him go. But even though she no longer clung to his hair, he didn’t let that stop him, and kept up his work on her neck, devouring her sweat and giving her some hickies that she’d have a hell of a time explaining to her sister, let alone her mother and the rest of the girls in the harem.

Not that any explanation could ever do justice to the driving **** to mate that surged between the two of them in that instant. Dakota could dump so much aphrodisiac gas into the room that they wouldn’t even be able to see each other through the pink smoke, and it wouldn’t even move the needle.

Nick could only feast so much, though, before Marley pulled away from him. The whine that escaped his lips as the delicacy was torn away may have sounded humiliating if anyone had heard it, but in that moment no one cared. He gazed up at her like a puppy denied its treats, and she gazed back at him, struggling to breathe herself.

That’s when he saw it. This wasn’t hesitation or cold feet. It was…

“My bra…” Her hiss kissed against his cheek as she widened her eyes, he pupils turning to pinpricks as she ground against him even harder. “Rip it off, tear it off, I don’t fucking care… it’s not mine anyway!”

Dakota had given her these clothes; like she could give a damn about them when there were more important things at stake?!

Nick didn’t need to be asked twice. Hell, he didn’t even need to be asked once! Before the words had even left her lips his hands had already crawled up her back as he read her desires like an open book. He grabbed the string and held it tight, not even bothering to pretend to look for the clasp. He pulled with all his might until he heard a satisfying “snap” and Marley flung the worthless garment into some far corner of the room.

She wanted to feel him completely, skin against skin. She wanted to embrace him so tight they practically became one person. And the bra was really getting in the way of that.

The bra and… other things.

“My turn,” she growled, and flung herself forward. Like a wild animal she pushed him down, scratching and tugging at his shirt and doing just about everything she could to get it off him except actually pulling it up over his head.

It was like she was trying to make a statement. He’d torn off her bra, so why should he get to take his clothes off the normal way?

But there was only so much her fingers could do to try to get through a t-shirt. So when that stopped working, she went a little more feral with it.

She sank her teeth into the collar of his shirt, and pulled.

“RIIIIIIIPPP!”

Nick watched in amazement as Marley ripped a long strip of cloth down the center of his shirt, ruining the garment completely. With that settled the rest came easily enough, and she tore the sides off his arms until he was lying topless on the couch, with a pile of rags littered between the two of them.

In spite of all the excitement, tension, and passion in the escape room, in spite of the salacious dry hump they’d just engaged in, Nick hadn’t been harder for Marley tonight than he was right now, seeing her give in to her savage instincts.

Marley herself, on the other hand, felt like she was about to die. She opened her mouth in shock, and the scrap of shirt fluttered down onto his stomach as she realized just how wild she’d really gotten in that moment.

Only part of her cared about it, though.

“That… fuck!” She moaned, grinding against his lap. “I sorta… lost control a little bit there, didn’t I?”

The part that cared won out in the end, and she hid her face in her hands. “This is so embarrassing… I’m supposed to be the normal one!”

“Marley… you used to be made out of slime,” Nick reminded her. He reached out to comfort her. But instead of caressing her cheek, his hand brushed against the swell of her breast, sliding across it as his thumb flicked against her nipple.

A moan escaped her lips and the momentary burst of hesitation buried itself again.

“Mmmm… you’re right…” Marley admitted, bucking her hips back against his. “That old wild side of mine… I think you woke it up again, Nick.” She remembered the hunger of her past self, her **** desire to embrace and be embraced. Her memories as Marley had tempered her thirst for physical stimulation somewhat- but without Carly here to serve as the lightningrod for Nick’s sexual energy and guide the flow of their copulation like a conductor leading a symphony, all that was left to control the mood was desire.

And the both of them could desire very well.

Marley lowered her hands, and her nails scratched down the front of Nick’s chest, lowly crawling towards his stomach. He stiffened again (in more ways than one) and his hands found her waist.

Nick knew how much Marley wanted him to sink into her, but he couldn’t do that right now. So he pushed with all his might, have expecting Marley to struggle against him and do whatever she could to maintain her position perched on top of him. But to his relief, she seemed to sense what he was doing, and allowed him to remove her from his lap.

“Let me take the pants off, at least,” he replied. “It might take you a while to bite through denim.”

Marley gave him a bashful smile that was equal parts embarrassment and humor, and nodded demurely. Her desires had lulled temporarily, and she could feel his hunger for her clearly enough to relinquish her thirst… at least for now.

Nick couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. He practically tore them himself pulling them down his legs, a feat that was rather tricky given the fact that Marley was still practically sitting on top of him. But when you had someone who looked at her looking at you the way she was, you found a way to do it.

And once that happened, all bets were off.

The minute Nick’s throbbing shaft bobbed into view, Marley catapulted herself from her seat and nearly threw him off the couch from the momentum. She was on top of him again, breasts glued against him and lips locked with his once more, but this time she could have it all. Her hands wrapped around his back and pulled him in so tight he worried he was cutting off the circulation to her chest.

Marley would risk it.

She needed him. All of him. Skin against skin. She wanted her fucking sweat to blend with his, that’s how badly she wanted this. And when she could feel the beating of his heart against her, even through the wall of titmeat that divided the two of them, she knew it was time.

She wiggled her hips, teasing his straining shaft with the delicious ass that he’d complimented earlier. He’d called it her best feature? Well, she’d show him just what she could do with it as a thank you!

Nick, meanwhile, kept pushing against her. He bucked his hips, feeling like he was already approaching his climax even though he hadn’t even managed to get inside her yet. It felt a little humiliating to be this close to the edge, after doing so well with so many other women, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d been on edge for HOURS it felt like, his cock subjected to her teasing both intentionally and not.

And he still couldn’t even get it inside!

Not for lack of trying, though. Marley was very clearly trying to shift, rotate, and lift her hips in a myriad of combinations just so she could finally feel the sweet release and union that cock and vagina would bring her.

But to actually move in a way that would allow him entry to her sacred depths would require actually separating her hips and pelvis from where they were grinding against him.

And right now, the thought of having LESS contact with Nick’s body was a complete nonstarter.

“Fuck… fuck!” She moaned in an odd combination of frustration and ecstasy as her soaked pussy polished the length of Nick’s rod to a nice shine while she humped and bucked against him. But that was as far as she could get. No amount of thrusting and grinding would ever get him that final step inside of her, that delicious, final piece of the puzzle that would make their joining complete.

It was Nick who gave in first. He knew that if he left it up to her, they’d be at this for hours, and while he’d certainly cum sooner, rather than later (he was already on a knife’s edge as it was) it wouldn’t feel nearly as amazing as if he were inside her.

So even though he’d been content to let Marley have at him to her heart’s content, he made the difficult decision for both of them and lowered his hands to her hips once more, in order to lift her up.

This time, she did fight him. She dug her nails into his back and squeezed him so hard he was almost certain that the couch would be left with bloodstains when they were gone. She thrust her hips even harder, trying to push herself back into position again, but he wouldn’t let her. Not even when she whined into his lips as the cool feeling of air between her pelvis and his sent a shiver down her spine.

But her struggles were only momentary, because Nick only needed a couple of seconds to properly line her ravenous pussy lips up with the furious head of his cock. It pushed insistently against her, nosing up against her honeyed folds and flooding her with his body heat as she did the same.

The second she felt him make contact, she froze in place. She didn’t need to resist any longer; she was about to get what they both so desperately wanted. She cooed into his lips, sliding her tongue all over the inside of his mouth as her pussy nipped against his cock in a **** plea for more of his tasty meat.

Nick obliged her. With the tiniest of slurps, his shaft slid inside her. Her pussy was almost modest, really, compared to the raw hunger with which the rest of her body devoured his.

In a single thrust he buried inside of her completely, and she went wild again.

“FUCK! YES! OH!” She moaned into his mouth, wrapping around him again. His cock was everywhere, filling up her insides like a glove as her sticky walls wrapped and clung to him, rubbing all over him like a thousand **** tongues. Finally, it had happened. She was connected to him in every way imaginable… but it just wasn’t enough!

Her arms tightened their grip. Her legs wrapped around his, locking him into place so he would never have a chance of pulling out of her. And her pelvis rose and slammed against his in shallow thrusts, forcing the head of his cock to knock against her insides and send sparks of ecstasy flooding through her brain.

Because of the angle they were fucking at and her body wrapped around his like a blanket, Nick couldn’t get much momentum to really pound deep inside of her with hard thrusts. But he didn’t really feel like he needed to. With how much stimulation his cock had already received today, and with how wonderful her soft folds felt massaging against him, he didn’t need much to quickly approach his orgasm.

Marley didn’t seem to need much convincing either. Neither one of them were quite sure just how many times Marley had cum while she’d been grinding against him, but she knew it had to be at least more than three. Once he was inside her, however? Forget about it. They were so closely locked to one another that when Marley came, Nick practically felt his whole body vibrate. He could read every sign like an open book: she’d suck a breath of air in through her nose (he had no idea how she could keep breathing considering she refused to end the kiss) then dig her fingers in deeper. Her legs would clench against his, and for a moment, her hips would spasm.

After doing that every couple of seconds it would have been practically impossible for Nick to hold on.

“Fuck…!” He gasped out, tearing his lips away from hers for a brief moment to groan, only for her to give sharp pursuit and catch him in an instant. “Fugh! Mmmrlly…”

“Ong! Yesh!” She moaned back at him, wrapping her tongue tightly around his like a coiling snake. “YESH!”

The hours the two had shared together had all led up to this. Nick took all his uncertainty and doubt about his relationship with Marley and let it go, firing it up inside her and adding to the sticky mess that was her slick, honey-sweet pussy. Once upon a time, when Marley had been Mimi and she’d come in contact with his semen, she had absorbed it into her body.

He couldn’t be sure that she didn’t do it again, that’s how **** she seemed to make him a part of her.

“Ha…”

“Ah…”

The two finally stopped kissing, and took a few minutes to breathe. Nick had nearly passed out with his orgasm, but his brain was starting to work again. He gazed up into Marley’s eyes and she looked down into his, and for a moment neither of them were coherent enough to come up with anything to say.

Then Marley’s pussy clenched down on him again, and Nick’s erection stiffened back up into full hardness.

Their night together had stoked the flames of desire enough that just one time simply wouldn’t be sufficient; they could use their words once the rest of them couldn’t move anymore.