A Rumble of Frost chapter 9

February 12th 2001, Frost Penthouse, 10:00 PM EDT

After sparring, the two of us headed for my place. "Thanks for letting me come  over man." Peter said with a groan. We were both pretty exhausted from  brawling with each other, but it was that good post work out exhaustion.  "I'm worn out, but I'm also way too wired to sleep. If I went home I'd  just end up spending all night on my computer trying to be quiet enough  not to wake Aunt May."

I shrugged. "De nada. No reason to  thank me. Having a buddy over will be fun. My new place is pretty  baller, but it's also kind of empty." Assuming Felicia wasn't around,  which I figured she'd have called me if she was. If she had I'd have  dropped Peter at home. Friend or not, I was pounding that fat cat  burglar ass first chance I got. The sheer jiggle was mindboggling.

He  just laughed. "I can't believe you got a new place from this mysterious  third teammate of ours. Then again, having seen what you can do even  holding back I kind of get it. Exactly how much more power than what you  used are you capable of exerting?" He seemed fascinated by my powers.  Which I got, they were pretty awesome after all.

"That's...complicated."  I answered softly. I glanced around to make sure no one was listening,  but we were on a New York bus at ten PM. People had talked about far  worse without getting noticed or caught in situations like these. My  power mostly comes down to two factors in terms of destructive  potential. Full output and safe output. You can think of it like maximum  potential and usable potential."

His face lit up. "Ah, I  get it. So say you could output a total of a hundred units of damage, if  you could quantify damage like that, you might only be able to control  ten units of damage." Peter's brain frankly amazed me sometimes. Even in  the short time I'd known him he'd demonstrated and almost scary ability  to correlate data and sift information from raw facts. I mean, I hadn't  exactly been vague just then, but being able to properly extrapolate  the details from that one sentence was nuts.

"Exactly." I  said with a nod. "Control is the key there. My power is massively  dangerous. Not just because of the vibrations and actual damage, but  because the shattering of space can expand far beyond what's intended if  I'm not careful. Honestly, I've been pushing my usable potential up  over the last few months rather than working my max, and I'm going to  run up against a wall soon. If we're going to be doing this I'll need to  start actually growing again. Physically too, I need to find a way to  work out."

Control was important, but fighting Peter was  the first time outside sparring with my grandfather that I'd ever failed  to overcome an opponent with brute force. I'd been pretty fucking  confident in myself, but Peter had really pushed me. Even if I won in  the end, it had been a hard battle. Not to mention the bullets from  Hector and co. had actually hurt me. Not too badly mind you, just light  bruising, but my durability scaled with my strength. I needed to start  pushing my body again, making my muscles denser and giving my defense a  boost.

We didn't talk much on the rest of the ride, but  once we got to the penthouse and I let him in, Peter couldn't hold back a  squeak of surprise. "You live...HERE?" His eyes raked over the  luxurious furnishings and high quality furniture. "I assumed when you  said she gave you a place to crash you meant some kind of apartment.  This place is bigger than my HOUSE. " I checked my phone, noting that  Gwen had been fine with me rescheduling earlier. With all the stuff  going on with Peter I'd decided to push it to tomorrow. I expected her  to sulk, but it seemed like she was so embarrassed we were going out the  day before Valentines (which I'd forgotten was even a thing) that she  forgot to be annoyed.

Tossing my phone and jacket on the  couch I dropped down with a groan. "Make yourself at home man. Mi casa  es su casa. There's a kickass shower if you want to use it. I was just  gonna watch a movie or something. I'm beat. You hit like a fucking  truck."

He walked around me and dropped onto the couch.  "Yeah, a movie does sound good. What are we watching?" I flipped on the  tv, skimming through the guide. Thank the gods for Ozcorp, I couldn't  imagine how shitty channel surfing would be without the Oztop box. Being  able to fast forward through commercials was great, but the guide was  the most convenient thing about the setup. I'd been thrilled this place  had one.

I flicked through a few shows and movies before  settling on a favorite. "Here, we can watch the Mummy. I love this  movie. Brendan Frasier is awesome, and Rachel Weisz is a fucking  smokeshow. I would hit that like the fist of an angry god." Peter choked  a bit with laughter at the phrasing, but he didn't argue. Not that I  expected any straight guy to try to claim Rachel Weisz wasn't sexy in  the Mummy.

"Awww." Came a cooing voice from behind us.  "You're going to make me all jealous." I jerked and almost fell off the  couch whirling to find Felicia, in costume, plastered artfully against  the frame of a door in a way that highlighted that fat pawg booty and  managed to show plenty of cleavage at once. I wondered if it was  uncomfortable to be in that pose, but mostly at the moment I was more  annoyed than curious.

Peter looked relatively relaxed. I  was guessing his power didn't warn him about any danger. Still, ot was  jarring she was able to sneak up on us so easily. Sure, we were tired,  but she'd come out of nowhere. I blew out a breath. "Cat. Good to see  you. I thought you said you were going to call first. Not that you  aren't welcome, but it's not exactly safe to sneak up on a man like me.  What if I'd hurt you?"

She pouted sexily. "Awww, do you  want to punish me for being bad?" I fought not to roll my eyes. She was  playing the sex kitten again, which seemed to be a default setting.  Probably because Peter was here and she was feeling off balance. I  wondered how much she'd heard of our conversation. Probably something at  least.

I turned to Peter with a sigh. "Hey man, watch the  movie for a bit? Me and my pretty kitty need to have a chat." I stood  up and stalked over, grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the room.  She gave a ditzy squeak and a giggle as I pulled her out, but once we  were gone her eyes sharpened and she glared up at me. I raised an  eyebrow. "What? I'm having a friend over. You didn't say I had to keep  people away."

She jabbed a finger into my chest. "Because I  didn't think I fucking HAD to tell you that you shouldn't bring people  to our safehouse. I just stopped in to check up on you, and imagine my  surprise when I see you chilling on the couch with some scrawny  teenager. Do you fucking realize how bad this will be for me if the  Kingpin traces you here and sets a trap or something. Not all of us are  bulletproof."

I sighed. "I brought him here because he has  powers, Felicia. He's a potential recruit for the team." Peter and I  had decided to let her in on the fact that he had powers, though not the  details, at least until we knew we could trust her. "Look, I get you're  worried. But we need to trust each other. It's your place too, so feel  free to drop in. I'll text you if I have someone over who isn't in the  know alright?"

She swallowed and nodded sullenly. I  grinned. "But I can't help but notice you wore your costume for your  visit. Hoping we might get some time for a little...team building?" I  put a hand on her hip lightly as I stepped closer, looming over her a  bit but giving her room to back off if she wanted. She seemed like a  girl who might enjoy the size difference, but I wasn't going to push if  she wasn't in the mood.

To my shock she actually flushed a  bit. "I...might have been a bit stressed lately. Maybe thought we could  blow off a little steam together as teammates." Her eyes narrowed. "But  I'm not fucking you with that kid in the other room. Contrary to what  you might think I'm not a slut. I just..." She looked away. "I'm not  used to having someone to count on. I thought we could celebrate that a  bit. You know, just two consenting adults doing some bonding."

I  blinked. She must be REALLY lonely to be so defensive about this. I  actually felt kind of bad. I reached down to put a finger under her  chin, lifting it to look at me as I leaned down for a soft kiss. She  groaned a bit into my lips but didn't pull back. I kissed my way down  her jaw, pulling her close to whisper in her ear. "My poor little  kitten. You've been all alone haven't you. Do you want to spend some  time with your new partner?"

She mewled a bit, nodding  absently as her eyes lost focus staring off into the room. I groaned  because she was right though, if I fucked her here Peter would hear. And  I didn't want him getting any ideas. I'd decided to keep Felicia. I'd  gotten to her first. Still I was insanely horny. I glanced back to the  living room, still hearing the TV going. Then I looked down at her  exposed cleavage. "Let me fuck your tits?"

I expected a  yes or a no, but Felicia just kind of jerked and glanced back at the  doorway. "Billy." She hissed. "What if he catches us?" I suspected this  would have been way harder to manage if she wasn't so pent up from her  one woman quest for vengeance, but I didn't care that much. I wanted  those fat tits around my cock. I reached up and gave one a quick  squeeze, getting a slight moan from her. She wriggled cutely. "Don't be  so rough with them." Biting her lip, she looked back at the living room  door before sighing.

She pouted as she knelt down.  Unzipping the front of her costume enough to let her fat jugs bounce  free, exposing pretty pink nipples. "Ok, fine. But only because I know  you'll be all distracted all night if you don't finish. Once you're done  we go back in there and you can introduce me to our new teammate. If  I'm sharing this mission with someone else I want to meet them." She  reached up to grab her breasts, hissing at the cold touch of her hands,  and I unzipped my pants with a grin, letting my cock bounce free.

Being  around Felicia hadn't exactly been good for keeping my dick down, and I  hadn't nutted in a while. My pretty kitten was staring now, a bit  gobsmacked, and I was smugly enjoying the shock on her pretty masked  face. I was a big guy, and my dick wasn't small either. Eleven inches  was substantial, and I wasn't exactly a pencil dick either. She groaned  as she shuffled forward to wrap her tits around me, hissing at how hot  my cock was between her breasts.

"Fuck." She moaned  softly. "Look at this monster. Maybe I should thank the kid for getting  in the way of our alone time. I think if I took this anywhere but  between my tits I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow." She started to  move then, running them up and down my cock, and I had to fight back a  groan. She had both nipples in her hands, pinching them between her  fingers as she stroked me with her tits, and she was wriggling like a  naughty puppy, rubbing her thighs together in excitement.

I  hadn't had a woman play with my cock since I got to New York, and it  felt AMAZING. I put a hand on her face, forcing it up to look at me as  she ran her soft breasts up and down me. "Good girl." I cooed. "That's  it. Fuck these are even better than I expected. They're so soft. You're  being so good for me." Her eyes widened in fervent excitement, and I  felt myself get even harder as I saw how much she was loving this. "I  wanted this the moment I first saw you. You know how sexy you are?"

She  moaned, nodding quickly. "I do. I wanted you too. You're so big and  intimidating. I got so fucking wet watching you break into that  building. I should have known a man like you was hung like this." She  cooed, leaning down to lick the head of my cock where it was pushing up  from between her tits. I groaned at the softness of her hot little  tongue. "It's ok baby." She mewled. "Just let go for me. Let your kitten  take care of her big strong protector. You just keep me safe and let me  drink up all that delicious cream."

I was pretty much  positive she was manipulating me at this point, but I didn't care. I was  getting a competent teammate and the softest hottest tit job I'd ever  had. If she wanted a man to play protector I'd be all the protection she  needed. Even if I wasn't planning to use any when I finally got to try  out that pretty cunt. She worked on my like that for about fifteen  minutes. Cooing and whispering and stroking and sucking. Teasing out  every bit of pleasure she could manage without letting me actually cum.

Fuck  this girl could work a dick. I made a mental note not to insinuate to  Gwen that we were going to be exclusive, because there was no way I  wasn't getting this every fucking day if I could. I hissed as I felt my  balls tighten. "Felicia, sweetie. I'm gonna blow. Smother it with your  tits for me so it doesn't get everywhere." She grinned up at me like the  cat that ate the canary.

Instead of smothering my dick  she pulled away, letting those fat jugs bounce free enticingly for a  second before she dove forward like a striking snake. I swear she almost  unhinged her jaw as she rolled her throat down my dick like a condom,  taking me all the way to the base in one quick move. One hand snaked  around to grope my ass as the other fondled my balls, and I had to choke  back a groan of joy as I finally nutted down her tight little throat.  Felicia worked my nuts with her soft hand, gently stroking and rubbing  to wring out every drop before she popped off me with a giggle. Then,  without a word, she popped to her feet, stuffed her tits back into her  jumpsuit and turned to saunter into the living room, fat ass swaying. I  just slumped against the wall. She was REALLY good at that.