by J. L. Ostle
“That was amazing.” He presses his hand against his chest.
“Are you sure?” I have only given a blowjob handful of times, but that was to my ex, so I am unsure if I’m any good at it.
“Trust me, that release shows you that I liked it.” He sits straights and kisses me, not caring that he can taste himself. He kisses me hard before pulling back. “Lie back,” he orders. I am about to say something about ordering me around when he adds, “Please.”
I lie back and he spreads my legs open. he groans seeing my bare pussy since he ripped my underwear earlier. He leans down and starts licking, his tongue going between my folds slowly, teasing me.
“You taste so sweet.” He licks my clit then starts sucking, causing my legs start to buck.
“Oh, God.”
He continues sucking on my clit, harder, then enters two fingers, thrusting in and out of me with such speed that it’s too intense for me to keep still. I try and pull myself up, but he stops me, keeping me in place. He sucks and nips and I feel such an intense feeling that I squeeze Trent’s head with my legs, but he uses his arms to keep my legs spread wide. The car windows start to steam up. If anyone walks by and looks in, they will see my legs open and have a great view of my wet pussy.
But that just turns me on even more.
I imagine people looking through the windows, watching Trent pleasuring me; I feel that ache getting stronger. I cry out as I am so close. Images of people touching themselves as they watch me enter my head.
Soon I scream out my release, but Trent keeps sucking until my body calms and I slump down like a bag of potatoes. I can’t move. My legs are shaking, and I feel really light headed. I feel Trent kiss my thighs before pulling my skirt down, covering me.
“You are my new drug. You taste so sweet, like apples.” He hovers above me and kisses me, letting me taste myself. I suck on his tongue, making him moan into my mouth. “I am so happy you chose me to be with, you are a Goddess, a man’s wet dream.”
I shake my head. “I wish I saw what you saw,” I tell him.
“What every man sees in you: a seductress hidden behind those mesmerizing blue eyes.” He cups my neck bringing me toward him, kissing my lips gently.
“We better head home,” I say getting out of the car and sitting in the driver’s seat. “What about your car?” I say once Trent is in his seat.
“Its fine: I’ve got Drake to do it for me.”
“Drake is a little weird, isn’t he?” I chuckle, fastening my seat belt.
“He’s a good friend; he just has a little crush on you, that’s why he acts weird around you.”
Drake has a crush on me? That is so cute. No wonder he stared at me and mumbled over his words. “Don’t you find it weird that he likes me when I’m with you?”
He shakes his head. “No. He wouldn’t try anything. I know it will eventually pass.”
“I am pretty amazing; he could be in love with me until the day he dies, you never know,” I joke.
“You are amazing.” He chuckles leaning over kissing my nose.
“Candice is a good friend too: she wouldn’t get with a guy I like. She knows that this is new territory for me as I have never shown interest in a guy before since I’ve been here,” I say as I put the car in gear.
Trent doesn’t comment. He just looks out the window.
Trent
She had to bring up Candice. Now, all that guilt comes rushing back. I can’t end it with Winter, especially knowing she has a wild side that makes me even more crazy about her. She surprised me today.
I wish I could tell her what kind of friend Candice actually is.
We pull out of the parking lot and I look back to the school and I see someone standing in the shadows. I don’t need to look hard to see its Candice. She has been watching me. Us.
A shiver runs down my back.
I am dreading the day when I have to sleep with her. I know that will be the day I will be permanently stuck in purgatory.
Is Winter worth it?
I look over at her and, like she knows I’m watching, she turns and faces me with her big blue eyes and smiles—a smile that warms me all over. I take hold of her hand that’s on the gear stick and entwine our fingers together.
She is worth it.
I can’t lose her.
Seven
Winter
Trent wants to take me to his apartment so, walking up the stairs until we reach his floor, he guides me to his door and when he opens it up, I hear the TV in the living room. I walk further into the room and see the layout is exactly like mine.
I see Drake sitting on the couch.
When he notices me, he sits up straighter and I have to suppress a giggle. Now that I know he likes me, he is just adorable.
“What are you guys doing here?” Drake says, standing and wiping his hands down his pants.
“I wanted to show her where we live,” Trent says coming to my side.
We?
“We?” I speak out my thoughts.
“We live together,” Trent says, kissing the side of my head before taking my hand and giving me the grand tour. The place is tidy, considering two men live here. I see a few plates and glasses lying around, but it’s not terrible.
Walking back to the living room, I sit down next to Drake, who jumps. I look at Trent, smiling, trying hard not to laugh. “Drake?” I say his name sweetly. He faces me with big eyes.
“Ye... yes?” he stumbles.
“Thank you for today at lunch; it means a lot.” I lean over and kiss his cheek and when I pull back, I see his whole face go red.
“What did he do at lunch?” Trent asks, sitting on the armrest next to me.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just between us, right Drake?” I wink at him and he blushes some more.
“Stop teasing him,” Trent whispers in my ear.
“I’m not doing anything,” I say innocently.
He pulls me up, so I am between his legs. “You flirting with my friend?” he whispers again.
“Would you get jealous if I was?” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I wouldn’t be jealous of Drake as he’s my best friend, but any other dick out there, then yes. Men are lucky that I don’t knife their eyes out when they look at you with a hungry look.” He leans forward, his nose stroking along my jaw.
“What about women?”
I feel his body tense up. “What do you mean?”
“I mean if any girl looks at you like a piece of meat, I want to slap a bitch. I see how girls look at you. The worst part is that girls try very hard to make men cheat with them; they have got boobs and pussies—men do fall for temptation.”
His eyes look back at me, but he looks sad.
“Trent wouldn’t cheat, he isn’t the type,” Drake says after a minute of silence. “He would rather break up with the girl then cheat. He knows it’s a dick move. Besides, he would be an idiot to cheat on you.” He catches himself and quickly stands. “I’ll be in my room.” He starts to walk away.
“Thanks, man,” Trent calls out.
“Yeah, thank you, Drake,” I call out as well. I face Trent again. “He is so cute.”
I shriek when Trent moves, pinning me on the couch. “I hope you’re not falling for my friend.”
“I’m allowed to be nice.” I pause. “But he is decent looking. I wonder what he looks like shirtless; I am sure I saw the outline of his tight abs.” I scream when he starts tickling me.
“You think you’re funny.” He continues to tickle me.
“I know I am.” I shriek again. Trent moves his body causing him to grind against my core and I moan out into the room. “You’re teasing me?” I purr at him making him stop. His eyes looking darkly at me. “Don’t stop touching me.” I breathe out to him.
He hovers above me, looking into my eyes before his lips go on mine. Kissing me softly, gently. Treating me like I could break.
I don’t want gentle.
I glide my fingers through this
hair and tug, deepening the kiss. He gets the hint and kisses me like a man possessed, grinding himself against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, his covered erection pressing against my bare pussy, the material putting friction against my clit. Moaning out for more, and with shaky fingers, I undo his jeans buttons, pulling down his zipper, freeing his cock. He pulls them down with him still on top of me, and we giggle when they get stuck at his ankles.
Once they are on the floor, I pull up his shirt. He helps me pull down my skirt and blouse. We lay there, completely naked, his eyes trailing down my body, and I do the same for him.
Everything about him screams all man.
I glide my hands up and down his chest, then to his neck and the back of his head, my fingers going through his hair. He closes his eyes, moving into my touch.
He is so beautiful.
I am falling so deep that if he ever lets me go, I will drown.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, really looks at me like he is looking into my soul. He strokes my hair then his fingers glide over my cheeks to my neck, his thumb stroking along my jaw.
He kisses me again. I wrap my whole body around him, not wanting to ever let go. The kiss soon starts to heat up; he starts moving his body, his dick teasing me. He holds onto himself, gliding it along my wet folds. I arch myself into him, begging him to be inside me.
When I feel him at my entrance, he goes in slowly. Every inch he gets inside me, I scream out louder.
It feels so good.
I feel him stretching me again, filling me up.
I see the concentration on his face. When he is fully inside me, he doesn’t move. He stopped last time, too. I feel like he is savoring this moment. I move my body thrusting upwards and he growls out. He starts moving slowly but I keep begging for more.
I feel like I want him to crawl inside my skin.
“Trent, I need more.”
I don’t know what I need, but I need it. Whatever it is.
I am then flipped so I’m on my hands and knees and he enters back inside me. I scream out; I feel even more full this way. I feel his hands on my hips as he thrusts inside me like a jackhammer. I have to hold onto his armrest to stop myself from falling forwards. His hand goes in my hair, pulling it back, and, fuck, it is so hot. He pulls it back even more, exposing my neck, and then he bites down. I scream out, feeling the pain and pleasure of it.
“More?” he says huskily.
“Yes, more,” I beg.
He leans forward grabbing hold of my neck from behind, squeezing it, ramming inside me, his other hand digging into my side. Each thrust he enters, he chokes me harder and I just want to scream out for more.
I move my head and I bite down hard onto his wrist and he moves his hand cursing.
“Hurt me some more.”
He pauses.
“Please,” I beg.
He soon starts thrusting again hard, and then I feel a sharp sting on my ass. I know it wasn’t his hand. My breathing is coming out in pants.
“Again?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He hits me again and again and again. I cry out with my release. He drops whatever he was holding and I hear the thud fall on the floor. He grips my hips and thrusts fast inside until his release comes. He falls on top of me, our breathing coming out fast. I notice something from the corner of my eye. I turn but nothing is there. My eyes squint but I soon relax when I feel Trent start trailing kisses all over my back.
“Where did that come from?” he asks me.
I move so he has to get off me and I sit up, tucking my legs into me. “If I tell you, you cannot judge me, and we don’t need to do it.” I bite my lip.
“Now I’m intrigued.” He sits back, my eyes go to his cock that looks semi-hard and I quickly look away.
“You know I said I had an ex who broke up with me?”
He nods.
“I think he mainly broke up with me because what stuff I liked—because he thought was strange. Its 2017 and things are more open, but I guess asking someone to do it is a different story,” I mumble my words.
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”
“I like a little pain during sex and foreplay. I like being hurt. Obviously not in normal circumstance way, but when I’m all hot bothered, I find a little pain really pleasurable.” I look up at him and he looks at me like I grew two heads.
“You are into BDSM?”
I shrug. “I have never tried whips. During a couple of drunk nights with my ex, I got him to choke me, to spank me, to mark my skin; it made my head spin like I was on cloud nine,” I sigh.
“Well, I guess we can try some things out,” he says, pulling me so I’m straddling him.
“Really? So you don’t think I’m weird? Will you be okay to hurt me?” I bite my lip.
“If it turns you on, I will try my best. I have always been interested in that kind of stuff myself, so I guess we can try it with each other.”
I smile then shriek wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thank you. I might not like everything but least we can try it together,” I beam.
“What other stuff you thinking of trying? Have you ever wanted to be watched? Someone to join in? Sharing as the partner watched?”
I ponder it for a second, I remember getting turned on when I knew someone could be watching us back in the car. “I think being watched would be interesting. Threesome? It would depend on the person: I don’t want the girl to end up ignoring me because she really wants you inside of her.”
“What about two men?”
“Now that would be interesting,” I sing song and he bites my neck playfully.
“I guess I would feel the same: I wouldn’t want the guy to join just so he could fuck you.”
“Have you ever been with a man?”
He shakes his head.
“Would you?”
“Depends on the situation. They say you should try everything once, but I guess I would have to be very drunk before I could even think about touching another dude’s cock.”
I laugh. “You might like it. I didn’t think I liked women until Candice.”
His body tenses up. “Would you want her to join in?”
It would be easier to have a friend join us, but I would feel intimated as she has more experience and knows how to please a guy, and what if she is better than me?
“There are cons and pros to that: yeah it would be nice to have a friend join, but I would be worried that she is able to please you more than me.”
He puts his hands on the bottom of my back, holding me. “You have scarred me for life; no woman is ever going to be able to compare to you from now on.” He kisses my nose.
“I know I wouldn’t be able to watch you fuck another girl. Would you be able to watch me fuck another man?”
“No, I guess not. It’s good that we talk about this so we know where we stand and where to move forward.”
“Do you find it weird that it’s only been a couple of days since we met and now we are already talking about spicing up our sex life?” I chuckle.
“It’s not spicing things up; it's doing what you like. If I said I liked you on top, wouldn’t you want to be on top all the time just to please me?”
“Yeah, I would. I want to please you.”
“I want to please you too. I guess we need to buy a whip and start from there.”
I can’t believe we are talking about this. This man really is perfect.
“Guys are you decent?” Drake calls out, his back to us, covering his eyes with his hands.
“What do you mean by decent?” Trent teases.
“As in dressed.”
“We are completely naked,” I tell him. I swear I heard him groan.
“I need to head to the kitchen.”
“Just walk through, just keep your eyes facing forward,” Trent tells him.
“Let’s just get dressed. You say I’m mean.” I try to stand, but he pulls me back on top of him.
“I like you s
kin on skin with me, so Drake hurry and get what you need.”
My eyes stay on Drake as he heads straight to the kitchen. he doesn’t look in our direction once. I hear him pottering about. Trent kisses along my jaw to my neck then back to my jaw again.
Drake walks by us again, his eyes still facing forward. I see him holding a plate with a sandwich on it and a drink in his hand. My eyes are still on him. Before he rounds the corner, he looks my way and stops. His eyes connect with mine before he blushes and walks away. Trent bites my jaw and I shake away my thoughts and kiss him. I sit up straighter so my breasts are in front of him. He smiles before taking one in his mouth, sucking on my nipple, and he continues to please me until the sun sets.
Eight
Trent
This week has been the best week of my life: Winter and I have fucked each other every day, even multiple times a day. She is so satiable and I just can’t get enough. Luckily, because I have been glued to Winter’s side, Candice hasn’t had a chance to get me alone. I’m hoping she will drop her stupid vendetta and move on. Maybe she will grow a conscience.
I am heading to the cafeteria when I spot Winter and Candice down the corridor, heading in the same direction. I quickly run toward them and pounce on Winter, twirling her around and kissing her. She instantly wraps her arms around my neck.
I lift her so her legs wrap around me and I pin her against the closest wall, kissing her with everything I have. She grinds against my erection, smiling against my lips. “I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
“I’ve missed you too.” I kiss her hard again.
“You two, get a room,” Candice says. I turn to face her, and she rolls her eyes and starts walking off.
“Sorry, she has been moody all week.”
I help her down and she runs after her.
I shake my head and catch up to them both. We spot Drake at a table and head in his direction. He gives Winter and Candice a small wave and looks back to the book he is reading.
“So what are we doing tomorrow night?” Candice asks, looking at Winter.
