Chapter Five
Shit, it’s so cold. I awoke shivering in the night. They gave me one of the rooms, the one with all the windows still intact, but even with them all shut I still shuddered. I needed some warmth.
“Fuck this,” I whispered to myself and trod out of the room and back to the living room. They cleaned it out earlier but we were all too tired from the trek to do anything about it. I couldn’t take the cold anymore and tried to get a fire burning with the few logs we had in the fireplace.
“How do I even get this shit started?” I blurted out as I picked up the logs and just stared into the darkness of the hearth. I didn’t know the first thing about building a fire but I did know it involved rubbing wood together until they get a spark. I’ve seen it done on television before, in one of those reality TV shows, but I never actually tried.
Well, at least if I keep moving I’d warm myself and if by some dumb luck I do get a fire then I’d be all set.
Picking up some of the logs I tried to get a fire burning. I did everything from scraping off some wood pieces that could burn like paper to rubbing two sticks together furiously to spark some friction. Nothing happened. I kept on trying for another thirty minutes but by the end of that, I was on the floor, exhausted and still freezing my ass off.
“What the fuck did I just waste all this time for?” I muttered to myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“That’s a lot of fucking from a cute petite girl,” a voice answered.
I sat up in surprise and found Brandon looking down at me. Well, I figured it was Brandon. I couldn’t really see since it was so damn dark but he had a slightly bigger build than Chris and his voice was distinguishably more coarse and deeper.
“Shit, you scared me,” I told him as I grabbed his hand and yanked him down to sit beside me on the floor.
“I didn’t mean to,” he said as he took a seat. He grabbed a hold of my hand and squeezed. It felt so reassuring. “Can’t get a fire going?”
“I did try,” I said as I leaned in closer and rested my head on his arm. “Stupid piece of shit won’t catch on.”
Brandon suddenly wrapped me with both his arms and gave me a really tight, warm hug. “I’ll keep you warm, little baby girl.”
Hmm, that felt awfully good. I shut my eyes and just basked in the moment. I pushed him down to the floor and squirmed a bit until I could lie down comfortably and rest my head on his chest. He kept his embrace around me tight. It was a little awkward, however, since we were both wearing old bathrobes and nothing underneath. I felt so exposed without a bra and panties, even though I knew he couldn’t see me in the dark.
Then he moved a little bit and wrapped one of his legs around me. He then pulled me in closer and for the first time, I felt my breasts press against his rock-solid body. It was like his muscles were made of stone.
God, this guy is so fucking hot. His body felt like that of a freaking supermodel. I could literally feel his muscles throbbing and pressing against me. With him holding me this way he could crush me and I’d love it.
“Hey, Alia,” he then whispered softly. He moved a little and I followed suit, rolling over to face him. As soon as I did I felt him push forward and plant a kiss on my lips. For a fleeting second I panicked but then the warmth of his lips and the strong pressure from his hold captivated me and drowned me in further.
“Mmm,” I moaned and mumbled as he continued to press his lips against mine, engulfing me with deep and heavy passion. I could feel my body weaken and crush itself under his strength.
Before I knew it I was hugging him tighter and I myself was leaning into his kiss, pressing back until our kisses were becoming more rabid and wild. I could feel his tongue lashing out and digging into my mouth to dance with my own and his hands – oh his heavy, strong hands – roamed across my tiny frame until one grasped at my ass and gave a squeeze. The pressure and intensity from his touch made me squirm in closer and he bit down gently on my lips in excitement.
He’s so delicious… I loved this. I was alone out here, in the woods, making out with one heck of a handsome guy. This was every girl’s dream and I happened to stumble into it because of a stupid thunderstorm.
Then his hands roamed even more. I could feel his fingers trace across the curves of my body as he dug his hands underneath my robe. My heart skipped a beat when I felt his hand cup my breasts and I only noticed then that my nipples had stiffened. I was holding back my breath and as I let out a soft sigh he gave my tits a squeeze, making me moan out in sudden pleasure.
“Aah…” I let out a cry as the feeling of lust and pleasure swirled within me with his every touch.
“You’re such a succulent little girl,” Brandon whispered just before he pinched and twisted my right nipple, making me squirm in pure joy and lust. He quickly undid my robe, slide me out of it and tossed my only clothes to the side. As he took off his own he said; “I heard from your friends that you’re still a virgin.”
I let out a soft moan as he continued to touch me and then nodded. After a moment I recalled he could not see me as it was so dark so I explained. “Yes, I am… that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it before. I do want to try.”
“Then let’s try,” another voice suddenly answered.
“What? Chris?” I called out and panicked. I was about to get up from the floor but Brandon held me down, keeping his embrace around me tight and secure. Before I knew what was going on, Chris was down with us as well and he took position behind me, his hands roaming across my body as well.
“Hush, hush,” Chris said as his hands found their way between my legs. Before I could protest he had his fingers resting just on top of my bare pussy, his index finger sitting between its lips. With a single move, he could push his finger in and break my hymen. I was nervous, holding my breath as he kept his hand down there, but as worried as I was I also felt incredibly aroused. Even if I were to lie, there was no denying how moist and warm my pussy was becoming. I wanted – no, I needed – their attention and affection.
“We’re both here for you,” Brandon said as he kissed my forehead.
“B-both?” I stuttered. As I did they both inched their way closer, squeezing me between them. I could already feel Brandon’s cock pressing against my legs in the front and Chris’ cock, which seemed a little bigger and longer, was pressing right up against my ass.
Chris, who didn’t seem to be wearing his robe, pressed his cock up even further and started rubbing it against my skin. I could feel how thick and hard it was as he shoved it against my ass cheeks, occasionally letting it slide between just to make me jolt a little.
“Jumpy little girl,” Chris whispered into my ear before he kissed the back of my neck and began to lick me, going down from my neck to the arch of my back. It was warm and I could feel the goose bumps on my arms as he began to suckle on my skin.
“She is,” Brandon responded. He was rubbing his own cock against my leg and was slowly massaging my breasts.
I melted between the two, losing all strength to fight back and all I wanted at this point was for them to continue pleasuring me. I wanted this. I needed this.
“Come, Alia,” Chris then invited as he got up and pulled me as well. He stood tall but he made me remain kneeling on both knees. He held my head with both his hands and positioned himself right in front of me, his cock swinging just inches away from my face.
“Open your mouth,” Brandon instructed. “Open your mouth and we’ll show you a whole new world.”
I did and as soon as my lips parted Chris slammed his cock into my mouth.