The blistering winter wind felt agonizing against your face. Your nose was on the verge of running and your eyes watered slightly as the cold seeped into every inch of your body. None of this was supposed to happen. You and Bryan were supposed to deliver some poor guy or gal a liver or kidney only to end up stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere, in a blizzard, and being chased by some crazy lady. Being a courier wasn't exactly your dream job, but it paid the bills, which is why you ended up in this shitty situation in the first place. Your coworker Bryan roped you into this mess by asking you if you wanted to split the commission on this drop, and you stupidly agreed. It wasn't exactly easy to say no to him, though. His big grey eyes and mousy brown hair made that part pretty difficult sometimes. Not to mention the humiliating crush you've had on him for weeks now.
Tired and breathless, the two of you trekked through the snow towards a totally innocuous, not creepy house in the distance. The walk was silent. Shooting a woman with a dead cop's gun isn't exactly the most pleasant topic of conversation. You trailed behind Bryan, watching him carefully observe the fence guarding the property.
"Electric… Fuck" he mumbled.
He helped boost you over the fence to avoid getting you shocked. And then proceeded to get shocked himself as he clumsily stumbled over the fence.
"Shit, are you okay? you asked, in a concerned voice. He laid on the snow covered ground in a slightly shriveled up position.
"Yup.. fucking fine" he muttered, his voice strained.
The two of you continued on, making your way to the house. Three rings of the doorbell and some knocking with no response. Bryan looked at you and you nodded. He turned the doorknob and opened the front door. It was warm but eerily quiet. The house seemed inviting enough, an old saggy couch, dark wooden furniture, and a varying array of hunting ephemera. The wooden floor creaked in certain places as the two of you scoped out the room. You closed the door behind you to trap the warm air inside. There were all signs of abandonment; the disheveled kitchen especially pointed to that. Still, there were no noises, no responses to Bryan calling out to see if anyone was home.
"I guess we're alone," he said.
"I guess so," you replied.
It felt unnatural to be in a stranger's house, even more so to hang your coat on the rack and sit down on their couch, which is what both of you did. The silence was potent. Your body tensed up as Bryan's knee brushed against yours as he sat down next to you.
"Do you think we're gonna die?" you asked him, almost whispering. Your voice shook as you said it; a faint shiver was overtaking your body. He instinctively took your freezing hand into his.
"No—uh—of course not, we'll be fine—we'll figure something out," he replied, meeting your eyes, forcing a smile to put you at ease.
You wanted to live in this moment, being pressed against his body, hands interlocked. But the moment passed. He let go of your hand and looked down at the floor.
"And if we were to—" he continued on, "uh—die—I guess I wouldn't mind doing it with you".
Your face flushed as you pursed your lips, trying to remain calm at his words. Did he actually mean that or was he saying it to make you feel better? You leaned your body against his, resting your head on his shoulder. You felt his body shift slightly, easing into yours. You could feel the soft fibres of his sweater against the side of your face. You felt your eyes get heavier as sleep started to take over. You closed your eyes, and almost instantaneously, you were out like a light.
Your eyes fluttered open, groggy with sleep. Your body was in a new position. You turned your head upwards and almost died. You were laying in Bryan's lap, your legs extended onto the couch. One of his arms rested on the armrest while the other was resting your waist. His head was resting backwards, clearly unaware of your sudden consciousness. How long had you been laying like this? How did you even get into his position? Did he have any idea how he was making you feel? Your back was nestled against his thighs, it burned hotly. You were pressed so close to his… The thought almost made you shrivel up and die. An unintentional whimper escaped your lips causing Bryan to shift his body, causing your body to press deeper against him. Trying to hide your embarrassment, you looked up at him. He tilted his head down toward you.
"Oh, you're awake," he said, his eyes hazy with tiredness. He smiled slightly, "How was your nap?"
"Was I out for long?"
"Not too long, maybe an hour."
"Shit, I–I'm sorry I didn't mean to—and you didn't need to—" you rambled, growing more and more mortified.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," he reassured you in a calm voice. His hand on your waist drew small circles, a sensation which caused you to press your legs together involuntarily. You tried sitting up, shifting your butt downwards and your back upwards. The new position led you to the reality that you were now sitting on Bryan's lap. As if you couldn't get more embarrassed. Your face was probably bright red at his point. You met his wide eyes, noticing a similar flush covering his face. Your legs were hanging over his, your butt was firmly pressed against his lap. You could feel your cunt clench; the sensation was almost dizzying.
A moment passed where neither of you said anything.
"I– uhh—fuck", you mumbled trying to move but his hand stayed in position against your waist, as if he was keeping you on his lap.
The two of you looked at each other, you shifted uncertainty against him which caused him to let out a small breath. Was he hard right now? You didn't know if it was true or just something your frazzled mind was making up. The feeling was unmistakable though, firmly pressed against your ass.
Everything happened so quickly. Your faces inched closer until your lips were pressed against each other. His stubble tickled your face as you deepened the kiss. You grinded your hips against him, causing him to let out a quiet groan. Bryan's other hand made its way to the small of your back. Your hands found his face, holding it gently as your tongues collided. It was a hungry, unrestrained kiss that had been building for quite some time, at least on your end. He pulled away. A small string of saliva connected your mouths.
"Fuck. Sorry. I shouldn't have done that. We're—uh fuck—" he gabbed, unable to meet your eyes.
You cut him off, "I've wanted this for a long time," you said in a muffled voice.
"Fuck…" he replyed faintly.
You were kissing him again once more. This time it was controlled, gentler. You moved your body to straddle him, one of your hands gripping onto his messy hair. He buckled his hips against you causing you to moan against his lips.
"Want you so bad," Bryan murmured in between kisses. His hands snaked down from your waist to your ass, squeezing it. You grinded against his crotch, rubbing yourself against the stiff tent in his jeans. You reached your hand down to undo them, unbuttoning and unzipping them swiftly. He peppered your neck and shoulder with wet kisses as you reached for his waistband. He helped slide his jeans down, letting his cock spring out against his boxers. You lifted yourself up, letting Bryan slide your own jeans down, taking your soaked panties with them. Your exposed wet pussy pressed against the fabric of his boxers. He guided your hips against him, letting your folds rub against his covered shaft.
You cried out desperately, the fabric tingled against you.
"Please put it inside me," you whimpered. The words left your mouth without a second thought. In any ordinary situation, you would have never had the courage to be so bold. But then again, this was no ordinary situation.
Bryan pushed his boxers down, letting his dick spring free. The tip was red and leaky, you could tell he had been pent up for some time. You positioned yourself over him, and settled down, letting his erection stab into your pulsating hole. It was almost embarrassingly easy to fit him inside you on account of you being so insanely wet. He thrust upwards, clutching onto your waist tightly. You moaned at the sudden fullness, steadying yourself against him. He thrust upwards. You moved your hips to his rhythm, crying out weakly as he fucked you fervently. Your head went slack as you bounced against his cock.
"F-fuck, fuck, yes, fuck," a series of incomprehensible words spewed from your mouth, your eyes rolling backwards.
"Yeah—fuck—just like that," he groaned, in between thrusts.
Bryan groaned against your neck biting down on your shoulder. His dicked filled you so tightly it was almost painful. He sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, and you followed his pace. Your orgasm came crashing down as one final piercing movement of his cock thrust into you. Your whole body shivered around him, you kept moving your hips against him, riding out your orgasm. The sensation was so overwhelming. It didn't take many more bounces until Bryan was finishing inside you. You could feel a pool of his cum drip against your core and leak out onto himself. The two of you held your place, panting breathlessly. You pressed your forehead against his as he met your lips with his. You never wanted this feeling to end.