A Rumble of Frost chapter 14

February 15th 2001, Stacy Residence, 3:00 AM EDT

Finding a donut place open before the ass crack of dawn in New York was easier  than expected. Jack's Donuts was apparently an all night place, and I  even got there early enough to get them fresh rather than snag last  nights old ones. I got two dozen, one and a half for me and half for  Gwen (mostly jellies with a few custard) before heading for her place in  midtown.

When I arrived, I shot her a text and walked  around the side of her house to wait by the tree. It led up to the  window of her townhouse duplex, and was the easiest way to get in, even  if I had to be careful and stick to the tree trunk as I climbed. Being  five hundred pounds branches were a hard no. Luckily her window was big,  and once I got up there I could leap the gap and land on her bed, which  was right on next to the windowsill.

Once I got up there I  tossed the boxes over and then jumped, landing on a nest of pillows. I  would have made a noise I'm sure, but a small effort of my powers let me  hit the space, dispersing my momentum with on a small outward wave of  force I specifically controlled to spread out too much to be noticable. A  wave of mild force rolled over the whole room like a soft wind as I  landed, and Gwen never even noticed it was happening, just assuming my  body had produced a lot of air pressure when I landed as I had expected.

My  powers can be REALLY obvious, but they can also be extremely hard to  notice if I'm  subtle. Without the hypocenters to mark their use  vibrations are extremely tough to tell apart. Since my body hid the  break in the air when I fell it was impossible for her to notice.

Still,  she wasnt stupid. She gave a low clap. "Wow. Very graceful. Perfect  form. I think you might be ready for the big leagues. I hear there's an  Olympic team for sneaking into the rooms of teen girls. I think you've  got a real shot if you buckle down and do some training."

I  snorted at that. "You saying I should be doing this more often? Because  if you want me to sneak in to see you more all you news to do is ask." I  gestured at the donuts. "Of course, the food bribe wont be a regular  occurrence. That was a one off. I'm not made of money, so if you want  more donuts I'm going to need some compensation."

Gwen gasped theatrically, putting a hand to her chest. "Sir. Are you implying you wish to exchange pastries for sexual favors?"

I  gave her a wicked grin. "Well I figured it was appropriate. This way  both you and the donuts will get plenty of cream filling." I waggled my  eyebrows at her like Groucho Marx.

All I got for my  trouble was an eyeroll. Gwen didnt mind flirting if I didnt try anything  physically, but from her light blush that had been a bit far.  "Whatever. If you only brought me cream filled you aren't even invited  back. I want my jellies bitch."

I reached down to open one  of the boxes. "A dozen and a half jellies and a half dozen custard.  Take your pick. I'm planning on eating whatever you don't but I have you  budgeted for six." I gave her a cheesy grin. "I know how my sugar bear  likes to stuff her face."

The eyeroll was back, hard  enough that I was slightly worried the might sprain something. "Dont  make up lame nicknames for me without asking. And I am a lady. I do not  "stuff my face" I eat my food elegantly and with poise. Unless it's  really good. Then I demolish that shit like a wrecking ball."

She  snagged a series of donuts, two jellies and a custard, and started  taking huge bites out of them. She let out a nearly sexual moan and then  glared at me hotly, speaking between bites as she ate. "You're a  monster. I asked for donuts but I only wanted a few. You're clearly  trying to pack some fat on my ass so you can indulge your sick thicc  girl fetishes. Dont think I can't see through your terrible plan."

I  raised an eyebrow as I picked up my own donut and started chowing down.  "You don't say? Then why are you still eating? And don't lie, you like  how much attention I pay your ass. It makes you feel sexy." I scooted  over to make room on the bed and patted the mattress, and Gwen sat down  next to me, still eating and with a face as red as the jelly in the  donuts. I put an arm around her.

"Billy." She said  quietly. "I don't want to go too fast." I could see how much it bothered  her to say it. She was a certified badass who didn't give a fuck, but  pretty brainy Gwen the cops daughter was still in there under that punk  exterior.

I leaned down to kiss her neck, and she inhaled  sharply, turning her head to meet mine. Our lips crushed against each  other for a few seconds, and I grinned at the enthusiasm. Gwen didn't  want to get deep dicked tonight, but she wasn't exactly hoping I'd leave  now either. I murmured in her ear. "How about a compromise then? I  promise my pants wont come off. I'll keep my dick put away no matter  what."

Nibbling at her neck, she gave a whiny nod. "Ok,  that sounds alright. You don't get naked and we'll be all good." I  groped one of her cute little apple sized tits and she gave a ragged  moan. "So fucking good."

I grinned at her, pushing her  back on the bed so she could stare up at me, and then taking her lips  roughly, enjoying the taste of donuts we had both forgotten about on her  lips and tongue. I started to kiss my way down her neck, and as I went I  pushed up her shirt, showing off her cute little tits and the sweetest  looking little strawberry pink nipples.

My lips latched  onto one and I gave a long suck, earning a moan from my girlfriend. My  thigh was between her legs and she was humping it frantically as I  rolled her nipple around with my tongue and teeth. I ground my leg  between hers and she whined at me, wriggling her hips up to try to get a  better angle for our contact. When I pulled away she looked at me with a  near comical sense of frustrated betrayal. "Why did you stop?" She  whimpered.

I grinned at her, kissing my way down her chest  and stomach as I reached down to unbutton her pants. Her eyes went  wide. "Wait, I thought we said pants on tonight?" Despite the  uncertainty though she didnt try to stop me.

Pulling her  pants over her hips I smirked up at her. "MY pants stay on. We can stop  if you want to of course. But personally." I cut off my sentence by  leaning down go kiss her bare thigh, right next to the lacy red thong  I'd just uncovered. "I thinks it a little cruel that I brought you tasty  treats to enjoy and I don't get to sample my dessert of choice."

Her  face burst into embarrassed flame. "That-thats so lame. You think I'll  let you do stuff to me because you say lame shit like that?" Despite the  contrarian words though, she started wriggling her hips up at me.

Taking  a second to enjoy how needy she was, I blew across the front of her  thong lightly, earning a low whine from Gwen, before stopping and giving  a shrug. "Well if you're not into it I can always stop. Maybe we can  try again some other time."

"No!" Her yelp was too loud in  the quiet room, and she hurriedly suppressed her voice. "I mean...no. I  guess you can like...try it. If you're into that. I didn't think guys  liked that kind of stuff. If you really want to though you ca- oh!" Her  voice cut off, turning into a surprised exclamation of excitement as I  leaned down and raked my tongue over the surface of her panties.

Reaching  down to pull them aside I blew out another breath on her soaking little  cunt. She whimpered, eyes wide as she stared at me. I lowered my mouth  to her cunt, sealing my lips over her clit and giving her a nice  thorough suck before flicking my tongue over it a few times. "Fuck!"  Gwen helped. "It's good. That's fuck that's good. Do it again. I like  that."

Seeing my confident kickass punk girl turn into a  whimpering babbling mess was hot as fuck, and I grinned against her,  sliding a hand up her thigh slowly as I worked my tongue against her.  She gave a soft squeal and I pressed my mouth tighter against her,  enjoying her little hip jerking motions as I ate her tight little pussy.

My  hand slid around the back of her thigh instead of going further up, and  the other joined it, both clamping over soft tight little ass cheeks. I  jerked her against me and wriggled my tongue into her cunt, and was  pleased to see her body go taught like a live wire. "That's...Billy. Oh.  Why is that in there? It feels so good. That's so fucking good. More  get it deeper. Please do that more." I wasn't complaining about the  request as I worked my tongue further into her cunt hands clamped over  her ass to hold her in place as she humped up at my face, her pussy  soaking my mouth and chin.

Fuck she was sweet. I've eaten  plenty of pussy and Gwen's was fucking first rate. The taste of spiced  peaches flooded my mouth and I ground my tongue deeper, trying to get  more. I could feel the cute little landing strip above her pussy against  my upper lip as I ate her. Not just the taste of peaches, eating her  was just like a peach. Sweet and messy and fucking amazing.

Her  hands had found my hair by this point, wrapped in big fistfuls as she  tried to smash her hips forward into my mouth. "Fuck." She grunted.  "S'good. Lick it. Like that. Fuck. We can't have sex. Too soon. But this  is fucking nice. You can do this more. Do this all the time. Every  morning."

I pulled back, shooting her a teasing grin.  "Sorry Gwen. I don't quite understand? Do what exactly?" She was such a  little princess about this stuff when it came to actual sexual things.  She'd talk all the shit in the world, but she was too shy to ask me to  do something dirty. I latched onto her cunt again, slurping away until I  felt her get close before I pulled away, raising a waiting eyebrow at  her.

"You know!" She hissed. But when I didn't react her  face heated. "This. Oral. Licking me. You can do this more." I cocked my  head. "Pussy." She gritted out. "I like it when you...lick my pussy.  Please come back more and lick it again." Her face was so red I thought  she might combust, and she sounded vaguely humiliated.

I  muffled my laughter in her cunt as I went back work, and her indignant  huff turned to a whine within seconds as she started panting again.  "That's it." She moaned. "That's what I want. That's good. Pussy. Lick  my pussy. Dont stop Billy. Dont ever stop licking my fucking pussy.  Fuck!" She hissed almost angrily as she jammed her hips forward and I  fucking loved it.

My sweet little Gwen was riding my face  like a grade A slut. It was hot as fuck. I considered slipping a finger  up her ass, but it seemed a little quick, so I just buckled down and  tongue punched her hot little box as well as I could. "Fuck." She spat.  "Gonna cum Billy. I'm gonna cum so fucking soon. I'm so close. Fuck this  is so good. I love this. I need this more. Need you so much more. Fuck.  Eat it. Eat my pussy. Fuck."

She  was babbling, barely coherent with pleasure. I knew she was getting  close without her saying it though. The way her cunt rippled on my  tongue made it obvious. The running commentary could have been annoying,  but since I knew it came from a place of shock it was fucking hot. "I  love this." She gibbered. "Love this tongue, love this bed, love this  day love fucking donuts fuck. Eat my fucking donut lick that fucking  jelly." She was pretty much incoherent at this point, and I tried not to  laugh because I knew it would kill the mood.

The  closer she got to cumming the more her ass cheeks tightened under my  hands and the harder she ground against me. She wasn't talking anymore,  and looking up I saw it was because she'd shoved her pants into her  mouth to shut herself and was biting down on them red faced as she  moaned into the fabric. Her eyes lost focus and she let her head flop  back and stared up at the ceiling as she finally finished.

Her  screams were almost too loud for the pants to muffle, even as hard as  she was biting down, and I did my best to make them louder as I scoured  the inside of her cunt with my tongue, running it over every single spot  I could find to figure out what she liked best. The taste had changed  slightly when she started cumming, more spice and less peach, but still  fucking delicious. Could having a dessert cunt be considered a  superpower? Because if so Gwen was Omega Class pussy.

Finally  she fell back, limp on the bed and breathing hard. It took her a second  to remove the pants from her mouth and another few seconds to speak.  "That." She said conversationally. "Was pretty fucking cool. Like...top  ten things I've ever done. I've decided that I like that." She looked  down at me shyly, her hands reaching down to adjust her thong to cover  herself again. "And, um...you did too right? Because you made it sound  like you like this kind of thing. If you don't though we don't have to  do it again."

I  laughed, leaning up to kiss her, half expecting her to pull back but  pleasantly surprised when she kissed me back hard, seeming to enjoy the  taste as much as I did. "Yes." I said with finality. "I enjoyed it." I  grinned at her as I slid a hand over her hip to rub the front of her  thong. "And if you don't believe me, maybe I can convince you the second  time." As I slid down to have my second dessert, I noticed some of the  donuts had been kicked onto the floor. I was pretty sure Gwen was going  to get ants, but oh well, wasn't my room. I had a pussy to eat, let  someone else worry about cleaning.