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  I picked up my pace, the languid up and down giving way to a faster bounce, the sound slick sound of our joining getting louder. I barely heard it over my own breathing, as I fought to choke down the air I needed.

  “Trent!” I hiccupped, the jarring upward thrusts punctuating every word. The heat low in my belly grew, and I felt myself hanging right on the edge.

  “You going to come for me, Sofia?” Trent purred, jerking his hips upward hard enough to lift me all the way off the bed. “Come all over my dick, baby.”

  I let out a wail as my pussy tightened, squeezing Trent’s cock in a wet vice grip as he fucked me into a second orgasm. Trent grunted beneath me, the fluttering of my inner walls tightening even more around his cock threatening to end everything way sooner than he wanted.

  I never expected Trent to be a two-pump chump, and even lightheaded from coming twice in a few minutes, I still wanted more. I barely realized what happened in the few dizzy, blinding moments until Trent switched our places again. I was once again flat on my back, and Trent started fucking me like the world was about to end.

  He drove all the air from my body and left me gasping, every space inside me filled with him. His cock. His touch. His hand slid under my ass again, lifting me up as he sat back on his heels, the new position letting me melt even deeper onto him.

  My ankles locked behind his bucking hips as he drove into me, and I clawed into his shoulder. I thanked the timing that let me drive up just before he left, I thanked my impulsive, crazy idea to follow him here. I thanked the relentless crush that made me never stop wanting this.

  “Trent,” I babbled, coherent thought long gone. “Oh fuck, Trent, yes!”

  His hot breath ghosted over my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, and in another moment we were back flat on the bed, Trent’s thrusts starting to grow erratic and wild, the taut muscles under my fingers bunching and twisting as he fucked me harder and harder, the bed we put together creaking under our movements.

  I threw my head back into the mattress, the pillows having ended up on the floor ages ago, and some tiny part of my brain hoped the walls in this building were thick as I cried out in bliss as I lost it entirely.

  Trent managed to hold out for another two hard thrusts as I pulsed around him, but then I felt the rush of warmth inside me as he came, his seed coating my unprotected pussy.

  The image of me with a huge pregnant belly and big round breasts overflowing with milk slipped through my mind, and I almost hoped it would happen. Any risk was worth it to feel the delicious heat of Trent’s cock inside me without any protection.

  “Sofia,” Trent whispered, his voice ragged and blown out. He repeated my name again, as though any other words had been kicked out of the bed.

  “Trent,” I answered. There was nothing else either of us needed to say.

  And then, at least, we both fell asleep wrapped around each other.

  ***

  I woke to the delicious smell of hot coffee filling the room. I could hear Trent moving around in the kitchen. I smiled, the pleasant ache between my legs as I sat up reminding me of just what we’d done last night.

  Not that there was any danger of me forgetting.

  My bag was still out in the living room, so I walked out of the room completely naked, the bright light streaming in through the windows guaranteeing Trent was going to get an eyeful.

  “Fuck Sofia,” Trent growled, almost spilling his cup of coffee when he caught sight of me. He regained his steadiness a moment later and handed me the takeout coffee cup, watching me as I sipped the warm, creamy flavor of the latte.

  I had been planning on grabbing some clothes from my bag and getting dressed, but Trent’s reaction had me discarding that idea. It had been so dark in the apartment last night that neither of us really had had much of a chance to just enjoy looking at each other.

  Considering that I fully intended to get Trent naked and enjoy my own show in a few minutes, I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t let him get an eyeful now.

  I took my coffee and headed down to the couch, sitting on the comfortable surface and leaning back. My posture pushed my round breasts upward, the pink nipples already hard from the air conditioning in the room. I slowly parted my legs, baring the pink slit between them to Trent’s gaze. I could already feel the wetness starting in my pussy, just from being so close to Trent.

  “See something you like?” I asked, taking another sip of my coffee. I brought my hand to my breast, pinching and squeezing the tight nipple. I’d always had incredibly sensitive nipples, and my breath caught at my own touch there.

  I opened my legs a bit wider, letting Trent see the dew that was already starting to glisten on my lower lips.

  “I saw the video you were watching last night, Trent,” I said. I sat my cup down on the coffee table and brought my other hand between my legs, tracing the slit. “I thought you might like to see it live.”

  Trent sat down in the recliner across from the couch. I could see his erection stretching the front of his pajama pants, the soft cotton unable to hide that growing bulge.

  “What do you want, Trent?” I asked, my teasing voice echoing his demands from last night.

  Trent’s fingers were digging into his thighs as he held himself back from touching his own cock. I shivered at that thought. I could only imagine the plans he had for that erection.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered. “Wide. Let me see your pussy.”

  I opened my legs, letting Trent see the wetness that had flooded my most secret place, just from those few touches and his presence.

  “Make yourself come for me. I want to see what you’d do to yourself at night when you were thinking of me.”

  I smiled. I certainly had plenty of practice getting myself off while imagining my fingers belonged to Trent.

  I traced my fingers over my slit again, but thing time it was much less about teasing and with much more purpose. I spread my wetness around my inner lips before pushing two fingers inside at once.

  “Trent,” I moaned, calling up my favorite fantasy. “Oh Trent, we shouldn’t. What if we get caught?”

  “I don’t care if we get caught,” Trent purred, unwittingly saying his part in my recurring fantasy. “All I can do is think about what’s between those legs, and now when I walk in and see you touching yourself and saying my name. . . how can I not want to try that pussy for myself?”

  “Yes, Trent!” I added another finger, that little bit of a stretch letting me pretend it was Trent’s fingers inside me and not just my own. “I want you to touch me there.”

  Across from me, Trent had given up on holding back. Once again, his pants were shoved down to his knees, and his cock was in his hand. Abandoning my nipple, I brought my other hand between my legs to find my clit, the little nub hard and desperate for stimulation.

  The wet sound of my fingers pumping in and out of my pussy was almost hidden completely by the slap of Trent’s hand on his cock. I rubbed my clit, the intensity building more and more. “Trent Trent Trent,” I cried, feeling my pussy start to tighten around my fingers.

  “That’s right, Sofia. Come for me!”

  I yelped as I came, the pleasure flooding through me as my pussy fluttered around my fingers.

  I was still shaking in the aftershocks when I realized that I wanted Trent’s cock in my mouth. Trent was jacking his cock furiously, and I knew he was racing towards orgasm himself, but all I could think of was wrapping my lips around that delicious erection.

  My legs nearly gave out when I stood up, but I managed to wobble the few feet to where Trent sat. His hand had stilled on his cock when I stood up, and when I dropped to my knees in from of him, I batted it away.

  Kneeling between his legs, Trent’s cock looked even bigger. It rose up before me, red and hard, a pearly bead of pre-come already gathered at the head. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, tipping it towards me just a bit and licking the pre-come. I moaned at the salty, musky, male taste that filled m
y mouth.

  “Have you thought about me sucking your cock before?” I purred, slowly jacking his cock, twisting my hand as I reached the head before sliding it back down to the base. “Did you think about stretching my lips with this big, hard dick?”

  “Every single time you wore that fucking lip gloss,” Trent ground out, his hips bucking against my hand. “Your lips looked like pink vinyl when you wore that stuff, and all I could think of was how I bet your pussy was just as wet and how badly I wanted to fuck both of those holes.”

  I smirked and stood up, letting go of Trent's cock just long enough to grab my bag from behind the couch. The tube of hot pink lipstick was waiting in the front pocket, and Trent watched with hunger as I painted my lips with the pink gloss.

  “Like this?” I asked, enunciating every word with my shiny mouth.

  “Yes,” Trent said, “Please, Sofia, suck my cock.”

  "Of course, Trent!" I wrapped my lips around the head, knowing that I'd leave glossy pink smears along the shaft and loving the idea of leaving my mark, however temporary, on Trent's cock. I slowly eased myself down, taking him in inch by inch.

  I choked a bit when I felt the head hit the back of my throat, but I kept going until I felt my lips press against the wiry dark hair at the base of Trent’s cock. I moaned loudly, the vibration of my throat humming around his cock.

  “The way you look right now,” Trent murmured, his eyes meeting mine as I looked up. “Those bright pink lips stretched so wide around my cock. . . fuck!”

  I lifted myself off just as slowly, taking my time for that first go, letting Trent think that all he was getting was this slow tease. When his cock slipped out of my mouth with a pop, I rested the head against my lips just for a moment, flicking my tongue out to trace the slit before swallowing him down again.

  Thanking every sex tips article I’d ever read, I started bobbing my head up and down, keeping a suction on Trent’s cock that made his eyes cross. Between his legs, my free hand was massaging his balls, stroking and gently tugging on the sensitive sac.

  The salty taste was growing stronger in my mouth as Trent’s cock freely poured out pre-come, and I knew he was close. After my little show earlier, he couldn’t hold back forever.

  On the next upstroke, I paused, just the head in my mouth, and I sucked hard while tonguing the sensitive underside of his dick. Trent yelled something unintelligible, and his hips snapped up, forcing more of his cock into my mouth as he came, his salty come flooding my mouth.

  I swallowed as quickly as I could, but a few drops still managed to escape my lips and roll down my chin, leaving pearly white smears across my face. I sucked him more gently through the aftershocks, enjoying the last drops of his essence.

  When I lifted up my head, and his cock slipped out of my lips, Trent reached down and pulled me up onto his lap, kissing me hard before adding, "give me a few minutes to catch my breath and then I'll return the favor."

  ***

  Trent was true to his word.

  Neither of us bothered getting dressed to leave the apartment. Trent threw his pajama pants and a t-shirt on, and I grabbed another of his shirts, oversized enough to be a dress. Then I found myself digging through the fridge and trying to piece together breakfast out of the random snack foods we had picked up from the gas station across the street. Bruised gas station bananas and day old donuts might not be the most balanced breakfast, but they'd do in a pinch.

  I was leaning against the sink, my mind a million miles away when Trent said my name.

  “Sofia.”

  I glanced up, and the look of utter hunger that Trent fixed me with had heat pooling in my belly almost instantly. Breakfast and unpacking and everything else we had to deal with all disappeared at that look.

  Trent stalked towards me, pausing to stare with that naked desire again before sliding down to his knees.

  “A promise is a promise,” he murmured.

  Trent’s hands traveled the length of my legs, kneading and caressing the sore muscles, and I was already grateful for the solid pressure of the countertop holding me up.

  Soon his lips trace the same path as my hands, teasing nips along the inside of my thigh that moved higher and higher with every pass before he finally drew the hem of the oversized t-shirt up over my thighs, baring me to him.

  Trent lifted my foot up, easing my leg to the side to open me wider to him before nosing at the crease of my thigh. I can't resist one of my hands drifting lower, tangling in his soft, golden hair. The other hand maintains a death grip on the counter.

  I tightened my grip on Trent’s hair, urging him closer to where I desperately want him. He chuckled, the puff of air warm against my sensitive skin, and for a moment he doesn’t move, holding out the moment.

  Then he plunged his tongue between my folds without warning, his tongue dipping into my opening, and if I wasn’t pinned between him and the counter, I would have collapsed.

  My back arched, my toes curling at the blissful things Trent’s tongue was doing to my pussy. Every movement sets my nerves on fire as Trent runs the tip of his tongue over me, spreading my inner folds like flower petals.

  The neighbors hadn’t complained yet, so I don’t bother trying to hold back the gaps and moans that Trent’s talented tongue rips from me.

  “Trent!” I keened as he closed his mouth around my aching clit, the pressure drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

  Of course, he instantly pulled back, lapping at my entrance for a moment before returning to my clit. Humming softly so that the vibration buzzed over my skin. Trent switched back and forth, dancing me closer and closer to the edge but still drawing back before I can reach my release.

  Sweat had sprung out across my face, and my thighs were quaking with the effort of holding me upright when Trent finally decided to be merciful. The tiniest touch of his teeth against my clit had me shuddering, but it's the sound of Trent's moans and the pleasure he was getting from touching me that finally sent me over the edge.

  I yanked hard enough on his hair that it had to hurt, but Trent didn’t even seem to notice. His strong hands stayed splayed across my hips, holding me upright as the world whited out around me.

  When I came back to myself, I was still gasping, trying to suck in air like a drowning victim, my nerve ending still firing with aftershocks of pleasure.

  Trent stood up, and I kissed him clumsily, the taste of myself still lingering on his lips. Before I could do anything else, Trent lifted me up, slinging me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and carrying me to the bedroom.

  “Trent!” I squealed, giggling wildly as he dropped me gently to the bed, the soft mattress welcoming us both.

  I reached up and ran my hand over the bulge stretching the front of Trent's pajama pants. He groaned and pushed his erection into my hand. My hand followed the trail upward, reaching up to scratch across his abs. The muscles contracted under my touch.

  Both of Trent’s arms were busy holding himself above me, so I had free rein to touch him, and I took full advantage of the situation, trailing my hands along his sides and up underneath the t-shirt he wore.

  I drew him down into a kiss, my fingers sliding along the edge of his jaw and feeling the scratch of stubble there.

  I hooked one of my legs around Trent’s hips, pulling him down against me, groaning at the sensation his length pressing against me, impeded by the layer of fabric.

  “Why are you still wearing clothes?” I gasped.

  “Easily fixed,” Trent replied, sitting up just enough to pull his shirt over his head. An instant later I was tugging on his pants, yanking the soft cotton over his hips. He wiggled out of them and kicked them away, leaving both of us naked.

  Trent’s hands never stayed still for a moment, running over my flat belly and breasts, and I couldn’t blame him. My own fingers were eager for as much contact as possible, running over his back before gripping his shoulders.

  Soon Trent’s mouth was tracing the same path, licking the
quick pulse of the throat before trailing along the tops of my breasts, kissing the swell there before drawing one of my hard nipples into his mouth. He rolled the other between my fingers for a moment before switching.

  "Trent," I growled, and the forcefulness in my voice surprises me. After all the flirting and touching and tasting this morning, I was desperate for the main event. I wanted to feel Trent's cock inside me in the bright light of day when neither of us could pretend this was just two people seeking comfort in the dark.