Steamed glass, out of the shower you step

“So, um… how do you want to do this?” Marley glanced over at Nick, her face burning. “Do… do we just… I don’t know?”

“I mean, I guess… we have to…” Nick’s cheeks were scarlet as he looked at Marley. This shouldn’t be such a big deal. After all, the two of them had already made love before. But all their past intimate moments after Marley had become Marley had been spurred on by her sister. Without Carly here, it was just the two of them. And after all the stuff they’d already done together…

“I… I think… I’m supposed to sit on the table, like this, right?” Marley moved stiffly, sitting down on the edge of the table with her feet hanging off the side. She leaned back, staring up at the ceiling, and then tilted her head up slightly to look Nick in the eye.

“Right, and then…” Nick raised his head to look at the mannequins across from him again. The male mannequin was standing over the female one, and holding her down…

“You need to put your hand… on… on my…” Why were the words so difficult to get out? Marley knew what needed to happen here. Nick needed to grope her chest just like the other reflection.

“Wait, um, before we do that, did we check to make sure that everything’s really still reflected?” Nick straightened up and looked frantically around the room. “I mean, if we go through with this, and it turns out that a paperweight is misaligned or something anyway-

“Nick, you’re stalling.” Marley wasn’t any more excited about this than Nick was (it wasn’t really possible to be, judging by the stiffness in the front of his trousers) but she could at least keep her head in the game. This was something that needed to happen, and if he kept making a big deal about it, then they wouldn’t get anywhere.

Nick let out the breath he was holding and tried to relax. Marley was right; he already knew that, but it was nice to hear. It helped reassure him that he wasn’t stepping over any boundaries with her. “Well… as long as you don’t hold this against me, alright? I mean, with all the stuff we said before, about how things wouldn’t really work out with us…”

Marley sat back up and extended her hand to cradle his cheek. She wore a gentle smile on her face and shook her head.

“Nick… it’s okay. I know you’re still a little anxious about what happened before, but… we’re fine like this. I’m not upset or uncomfortable at all.” Her hand trailed down to rest on his chest. She felt his heart pounding, racing like hers certainly was. “Just because of what I said… that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the time I spend with you, alright?”

The two of them looked into each other’s eyes, and both saw the truth laid out in front of them. But neither one could verbalize it.

No matter how much they both wished they could put aside their obligations and follow their hearts, neither one of them was brave enough to take that first step and tell the other person the words they both so desperately wanted to hear.

Marley wanted to be with Nick, even if that meant taking time away from the other women who were bound to him. But out of her compassion for his harem, she stayed her hand.

Nick wanted to be with Marley, even though he knew how difficult it was to balance the women who were already in his harem. But because he knew she deserved more, he couldn’t tell her that.

So all they could do was share a moment of silent desire as sparks flew between the two of them, and wish desperately that the other could say something that would give them the excuse they needed to follow their heart.

“Lie down,” Nick whispered instead, and Marley nodded eagerly.

She resumed her previous position, and Nick leaned over her, fully engaged in the scene they were setting now.

“Remember, it’s got be your le-he-eft! Hand…!” A moan escaped from Marley’s lips as Nick’s left hand reached up and seized her breast, giving her a gentle squeeze through her bra. Again, he marveled about how soft she was. His fingers seemed to practically sink into her, as flesh bulged out around them. It looked like it would be incredibly painful for just about anyone else, but for Marley, the sensitivity of her chest and the sheer heft of her melons meant that all she could feel were the stirs of pleasure shooting through her.

“Ahn…” Marley bit her lip, amazed at how good that felt. It had been a while since she’d been touched like this. A part of her secretly regretted that Carly had left her behind with Sylvia on her last night with Nick, even though she had greatly treasured the time she spent with her mother. But pleasure like this was hard to come by. And he was only touching her chest!

As for Nick, he felt himself growing even harder as Marley’s impassioned moans touched his ears. Seeing her half-naked beneath him, squirming as he pleasured her, was getting him quickly worked up. Her flushed face and wet eyes made him wish that they were doing even more than this, and seeing the sheen of sweat glazing her pale, meaty skin reminded him of when she was Mimi, and how soft she was to caress back then, as well.

But he had to hold off.

The mannequin still had his pants on, I can’t go further than this! He reminded himself.

But he wanted it so badly. And looking into Marley’s eyes, he could see that she wanted it just as badly as he did.

Damn it! Marley bit her lip and squirmed, feeling her delta gush with desire. Stop teasing me already! When you can set me off so easily, just… just fucking do it! Damn it, Nick! …Argh, this sucks! We can’t have sex because those stupid mannequins aren’t! What a bunch of prudes! Dakota, why aren’t you doing your fucking job?! This is supposed to be a sexy escape room! Mom would have had us go all the way! Aren’t you supposed to be the **** one?! How can you be fine with just leaving things hanging here!?

Marley was getting hornier and hornier, and her rational thoughts were starting to blur with her horny thoughts. It was a good thing that she was supposed to be the passive role in this little coupling; if she’d been the active party, well…

…

Marley was the good sibling. She wasn’t the one ruled by her base desires! She was the rational one, the one who could keep a cool head, the one who- Oh, fuck, yeah, right there… mmm… oh, that’s the stuff, fuck!

Nick’s palm grazed over her nipple through the fabric and she nearly came on the spot. It felt like they’d been building to this moment for hours, and if this was all the release Marley was going to get from this little game, then she’d damn well make the best of it.

This is MY reward! Carly and the others get to have him as much as they want, so is it that wrong if I indulge just a little bit?! She tried to bargain with the more rational, deliberate side of her mind in an attempt to chase what she wanted.

But she didn’t really need to; that side of her had taken a five-minute break outside to go vape, so she was debating with an empty chair.

Just the kind of thing a girl horned up and ready could get behind.

“O-okay, that… that’s enough…” She panted, wiping the sweat from her eyes and struggling to catch her breath. Was the room always this hot, or did Dakota secretly release some of that horny gas on them after all?

…The more she considered that possibility, the more she hoped that was the case. Because if not, then when she was in a more rational frame of mind she might owe her sister an apology for some of the things she’d said about her in the past.

“Enough?” Nick looked down at her, and for a brief moment Marley felt a stab of delicious, exciting fear shoot through her. His eyes were glazed over with want and for a quick flash she wasn’t sure if he was really looking at her as a person, or as something he wanted to fuck.

It sent a delightful shiver down her spine to be the sole focus of his desires like that. He couldn’t hide how much he wanted her; in those precious few seconds Nick was little more than a wild beast who would sooner tear into her and devour her than listen to a single word coming out of her mouth. And that worked her up something good.

“Um… uhum, um…” Her mouth wasn’t working, and part of that was because half her brain was telling her to shut up. If she just pretended to be lost in the moment too, then she could just let him do whatever he wanted! He could manhandle her like nobody’s business, and it would feel so fucking good, too…

Agh, no, I can’t! We need to remember the whole reason we’re doing this in the first place! She desperately tried to cling to her rationality, but it was a losing fight. His hand was making a compelling case for why this needed to happen, and right now any arguments to the contrary seemed like the worst thing in the world.

“You… touching… breast…” Well, she’d moved on to words, but not full sentences yet. Swallowing a moan, she tried again. “It’s not just touching my breasts, remember?” She gasped out. “You also have to… down there.”

Right, why was she fighting that again? The next part was… ooh…

She squirmed, enjoying the sensational stickiness and heat between her thick thighs. She could already tell that this was going to be amazing… even if it wasn’t as amazing as they both would want it to be.

Nick bit his lip and tried to hide his disappointment as his other hand drifted down to the waistband of her pants.

That look of frustration was fucking intoxicating for Marley! He wanted her so badly, but he couldn’t have what he wanted; he needed to give her what they both needed to get out of this room, and if they went further than that, they might not get out!

Talk about ****. For the whole fucking game the two of them had been resisting the urge to do just this, and telling Dakota off for trying to **** it onto them. And now that they were facing it directly…

Fuck you, Dakota! Was a thought that flashed collectively between the two of them for the brief few seconds before Nick’s hand slid inside her pants.

Then Marley’s thoughts were occupied by something far more exciting.

She was shocked at how cold his fingers were. They shouldn’t be, right? And yet they kissed her like ice in just the best way as he slithered his way down deeper inside of her clothes. It was an awkward angle, so she shifted and squirmed a little to get him going in the right direction.

“Yeah, you’re almost… oooooh!” Marley nearly bit her tongue as she felt his cool touch against her boiling box. It was like a chemical reaction flaring between her legs, and it nearly made her brain pop out of her skull, even though he hadn’t actually gotten to her pussy yet.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Nick groaned as he delved deeper, feeling how soaked she was with his fingers as he probed around the lips of her vagina. “Fuck… are you sure you aren’t using that slime of yours again? This can’t all be…”

“Nope… that’s all me, babe…” Marley moaned. What the heck was that? “Babe”? She’d never called anyone “babe” before in her life! But it just felt so right in the moment, like all of this felt. Nick’s touch, his loving words… they were setting her off and making her want it badly, more than she’d ever wanted anything before.

Then, when he pushed against the opening of her pussy and grazed against her throbbing clit, fireworks went off behind her eyes.

“God, you’re so fucking hot and sticky down there… I love it!” Nick’s grunts were practically growls as her felt her juices wrap around him. They clung to his skin like they were a part of her, **** to get as much of him as they could. It was a tight fit, but he had plenty of room to maneuver when he actually dug his fingers inside of her.

“Oh! Oh, fuck! Yes! Right there, that’s the spot!” Marley ruined the moment by springing up into a seated position, even though she knew that she was supposed to lie flat. But how could she?! Nick was getting her so fucking hot, and she wanted to be as close as she possible could to that blazing inferno caressing her so tenderly. Her arms seized his shirt and held onto him for dear life, and they both knew where they were going even if they weren’t supposed to.

Fuck! You’re not fucking fair! Nick snarled in frustration as Marley clung to him, pressing her boobs into his chest as he continued to grope her tit with one hand and plug her pussy with the other. Marley was gleefully flouting their hard efforts, and she didn’t even seem to care! Meanwhile, he was the one who had to be reserved; even though his erection was like a steel rod in his pants, even though every second he was in contact with the sopping wet gateway to heaven between her legs made him want to bury it inside her, he couldn’t!

One of them needed to be the rational one remembering what they were supposed to be doing, and the way Marley dug her nails into his shoulders told him that it definitely wasn’t going to be her.

So even though he wanted nothing more than to remove his hands, grab that perfect ass of hers, and tear their pants off so he could pound her right into the side of the table, he **** himself to push her off him.

“Yee! Huh!?” The room spun around Marley as she felt herself get shoved back into place. Nick was on top of her now, mauling her chest fiercely while his fingers scraped against the walls of her pussy with just enough tenderness to keep it from hurting.

Is this it!? Is he gonna…? She looked eagerly up into his eyes as she felt the desire radiating off of him like a nuclear reactor; all he needed to do was say the word- or, better yet, say nothing and just tear her clothes off- and they’d be well on their way to getting what they both wanted out of this.

Instead, they would both be disappointed.

“You need to stay like that, remember?” Nick squeezed her breast harder in an effort to snap her back to her senses. It worked a little, but all it really did was make Marley hope that she’d be bruised come morning, as twisted as that sounded.

You know what else sounded twisted?

Nick telling her that they couldn’t have the steaming-hot sex that was building up between the two of them. It was SO OBVIOUS! Now, Marley wasn’t at all like her sister; she didn’t flaunt the fact that her body was built for sex.

But that didn’t change the fact that it was! And if Carly got to be banged six ways from Sunday every time she opened her fucking mouth, why the heck couldn’t Marley get in on some of that hot Nick action, huh!?

She tried to move again, but Nick held her down with a surprising amount of strength.

“You’re not listening,” he hissed. His fingers worked even harder, pressing up against that spot in the front, right at the top of her vagina, that just seemed to make her legs spasm and her juices spray out like a fire hose. “We’re trying to finish the puzzle, remember? And get out of the escape room?”

Escape room? Why would Marley ever want to escape from something that felt so-

Oh, fuck, right. I totally forgot!

They were supposed to be imitating the mannequins. This wasn’t about the two of them, it was about the puzzle.

Stupid fucking puzzle.

“D-do it!” She panted, as the fog of her impending orgasm lifted for a brief moment. “Fuck, fucking… fucking do it! Fuck! Yes! Right there!”

It didn’t really matter. Nick would drive her to orgasm with her fingers, and they’d solve the puzzle. Then once the door opened, they could move on to what they actually wanted here, and then finish the escape room after they finished their other business.

Set on a plan, Marley went limp, capitulating herself to Nick’s wild yet tender touch. Fuck, it felt so good to just let go and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to her… and the fact that he couldn’t do everything he wanted made it even more delicious.

Nick’s frustration at having to restrain himself just made what he could do even more hungry and ****. Which made Marley even more hungry and ****.

“Ahn… ahh! Right… right there, keep going, I’m gonna… I’m-!”

Marley only saw white as she arced her back, and the feeling of her orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave. She felt herself getting buried in the wonder of it all, almost like getting drowned in her own slime. And boy, what a way to go! Forget that her pants and panties were probably ruined beyond repair; this was just a dream, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted!

How quickly they had forgotten that.

In the haze of her orgasm, Marley dimly heard something buzzing from the walkie-talkie, that had been knocked aside in the passionate embrace of the two lovers.

“You solved the puzzle, you know. You can go on to the next room now.” Dakota’s voice pierced through the fog, and Marley tilted her head up slightly to see that the glass wall had slid up.

The door on their side, that was still locked. But the door on the other side, that was probably open. So they could get to the next room! Just as soon as they finished up here.

“Nick,” Marley croaked out, sitting up and staring hungrily at him. The orgasm had cleared her head slightly, but that just meant that the rational side of her wanted a piece of him as well. She opened her mouth to tell him how much she wanted him to bend her back over and go completely fucking wild, and she could tell from the painful desire in his eyes that he wanted the same thing.

But the words had barely reached her lips before…

“Also the glass will only stay up for about 30 seconds, so…”

FUCK!

They both jumped in surprise and turned to see the glass wall was starting to slowly slide back down.

If they didn’t go now, they wouldn’t be able to get out!

In a fit of primal panic, Nick grabbed the walkie-talkie and Marley stumbled to her feet, still a little shaky from her massive orgasm. The bottom half of her outfit was completely ruined, the dark pants stained even darker by a massive puddle of her juices. Fuck, she could barely walk her legs were so worn-out! But they managed to make it under the glass just in time, and hurry on to the next room, both silently cursing Dakota in their minds for taunting them.

Of course, if either of them were thinking clearly, maybe they would have realized they could have just continued fucking when they were on the other side of the glass. But the adrenaline pounding through them kept them from fully grasping the nuances of the situation.

Still. Fucking Dakota.