1. Don't Stop

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I snap awake to the sound of my own name, not realizing I'd fallen asleep. I yawn and run a hand through my thick brown hair. I somehow always fulfill the role of the friend who falls asleep first at any function, and the three beers I had earlier didn't help.

At least most people went outside by the bonfire. I can hear their laughter floating in from the cracked windows of the Airbnb. In fact, the only person who's still here is Trent.

Trent grins at me from the couch across from my cozy chair. He throws a kernel of popcorn at me from the blue bowl in his hand, a beer in the other. I wonder when you were going to wake up.

I already threw like ten of these at you. Be nice to me. I'm kind of drunk still.

And I'm wounded. Yeah, yeah, join the club. My boyfriend of over a year dumped me two weeks ago.

Trent and his long-time girlfriend have been split up for about a month. It's been fun to be on this weekend trip with our group of friends, but they're all still happily coupled up or casually dating. Trent pats the spot on the couch beside him.

I get up reluctantly from my cozy spot and settle in next to him. He shows me his phone. A video of adorable corgi puppies plays.

I squeal and he laughs. Oh my god, that's so cute. I thought that might cheer you up.

Thanks. We sit in silence for a few minutes, searching YouTube for the best puppy videos we can find. Trent's warm, lanky body feels comforting against mine, and I nuzzle closer to him.

Our friend group is great, but I've always felt a particular closeness with Trent. There's a brotherly dynamic, for sure, but he's also just a good guy, a trustworthy guy, a strong guy, a very handsome guy. Uh oh.

What's up? Nothing. Nothing.

My skin suddenly feels hot where I leaned against him. My cheeks are warm, too. I've always known that Trent is handsome.

His sharp cheekbones, sideways grin, and thick hair speak for themselves. Somehow I've never thought of him as anything but a friend, but now we're both single, both alone, both a little drunk, and so very, very close together. Apparently we're on the same wavelength.

Almost before I can comprehend it, Trent kisses me. Just as quickly, he draws back, his eyes huge. Shit.

I'm sorry, Claire. I didn't even. ..

I mean, I had a few beers, and. .. I'm sorry.

But all I'm thinking about is the surprising softness of his lips. I had never thought about his lips in that way before. What would they feel like, I wonder, on my neck, on my thighs, between my thighs? I pull him closer, back into me, his mouth back on mine.

Don't think about it. Just kiss me. He does.

Before long, I'm sitting in his lap. He moves his arms around me, pulling me closer. I feel our hearts pounding against each other, but I'm more focused on what his mouth is doing, how his tongue is slipping past my lips.

I'm getting more and more intoxicated by the beer on his breath, and by how his hand dips past the waistband of my shorts, exploring the soft skin of my lower back. I shiver where he touches me. God, it's been so long since someone knew how to touch me.

Oh, God. Here, come here. Before I can register what's happening, Trent is standing up, pulling me with him.

It's incredibly, overpoweringly sexy, the way he half-pulls, half-carries me into one of the bedrooms. He swings the door shut behind us with his foot and leads me to one of the two beds in the room. We stare at each other for a moment, our breath coming quickly.

His eyes skate down my frame, and then his hands follow, eager to memorize my every curve. Is this okay? Keep going.

Trent peels off my top, and then his own. I sit up to unclasp my bra, then lay back down, shivering as his hands move to my breasts. I moan at his touch on my nipples, his thumbs gently circling them, tweaking them.

I grind my hips against the hard bulge in his pants, desperate to see it, hold it, taste it. Come here. Take out your dick.

Trent lets out a surprised chuckle and looks at me with one brow raised. I didn't expect you to be this assertive. Don't underestimate me.

With a grin, he undoes his belt and takes off his pants, tossing them next to the bed. Before he can remove his boxer briefs, my hands are already in the waistband, easing them down past his hips. I'm so eager to see him, all of him.

The sight doesn't disappoint. Who knew my friend of many years had so much to offer a girl? Holy shit, Trent.

You impressed? Maybe. Don't let it go to your head, though.

There's no way I can take the whole length of his cock into my mouth, but that's not going to stop me from trying. At the first touch of my lips against the head of his dick, goosebumps erupt on Trent's thighs. I smile and swallow as much of it as I can, millimeter by millimeter, until I make him moan.

Slowly, I raise my head, then lower it back down again, trying to take even more of his cock down my throat. As I begin to bob up and down, I feel Trent pawing at my pants. I pause my ministrations to let him take my shorts and panties off.

Then, as I happily go back to blowing him, his fingers rub gently at my upper thighs before exploring my pussy. I squirm, murmuring pleasure against and around his cock. That feels so good.

You're so wet. I want to feel you. Lay back, Claire.

I need to be inside you. Although I'm enjoying my current task, I'm not going to argue. I kiss his cock one more time, then lay back.

I can't stop myself from rubbing my pussy as Trent grabs a condom, puts it on, and positions himself to fill me. Do it. I want to feel you, too.

He locks eyes with me and slowly slides his cock into me. Oh, fuck. I've never had a cock this big before, but I'm so aroused that it's not uncomfortable at all.

Trent moves slowly until he's buried to the hilt. Oh, shit. He kisses me, and I drape my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

The sensation of total fullness warms me from the top of my head to my curled toes. He pulls out, ever so slowly, until just the tip is still inside. I miss that fullness immediately and whisper, Do it again.

His hands clench at my words, and I can tell he's holding himself back, making sure my body is completely ready for him. A few more pumps, in and out, back and forth, so slowly that we're both moaning in ecstasy and desire. He looks at me for permission, and I nod.

Keep going. With a groan, Trent starts to fuck me faster and harder, his hands tight on my hips, pulling me to him. Desperate for more, I wrap my legs around his muscled waist.

His cock pounds into me again and again. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, whining softly against his warm skin. Oh god.

Oh my god, he's so fucking big, filling every inch of space, massaging my very core. Trent growls, and I realize I'm on the verge of orgasm. Needy for more, I put Trent's mouth down to mine, our tongues swirling together as our hips crash together again and again.

I drape my arms over my head, clawing at the sheets, and, quick as a flash, Trent pins my wrist to the bed. I feel utterly consumed by him, completely filled, totally possessed. Everything I've been aching to feel for weeks.

I'm coming. My orgasm hits me like a wave, and I'm helplessly, deliciously pulled under. Every fiber of my being shivers and quakes, and my body spasms in response.

My back arcs off the bed, Trent still pounding into me, my wrists still pinned, and I'm unable to stop myself from crying out. As I do, Trent's voice matches mine, and I feel him shudder in his own orgasm. Shudder in his own orgasm.

Trent collapses on top of me. We're both panting, sweaty messes. When I finally open my eyes, he's grinning at me.

But before we can say anything to each other, we hear two of our friends yelling as they come through the door from the outside. Not quite ready to let people know what we've been up to, we sneak out and go our separate ways. The remaining days at the cabin are going to be interesting.