2. Don't Stop

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Trent and I slept in our own beds. After the unexpected sex, we didn't want to arouse any suspicion from our friends. All night though, I wished he were beside me, curled against me.

I woke up feeling weird. I'm still feeling it now as I munch thoughtfully on a soggy toaster waffle. We're all supposed to go hiking today, but I couldn't muster the physical or emotional energy.

I think I pulled a muscle last night anyway, and besides, everyone thought I was still moping over my ex, so they happily left me alone. Thinking of last night brings a deep blush to my face. Damn, that was maybe the best sex I've had in a very long time.

Maybe ever? I would have never guessed that Trent could fuck like that. Sure, I knew he was attractive, but our relationship had never been anything but friendly.

How was I supposed to know that he was so sexy, and that he would fuck me like his life depended on it? I jump as I hear a creak from one of the bedrooms. Everyone else left to go hiking a half hour ago, I didn't think that anyone was still here.

I'm shocked when Trent emerges from the bedroom, looking rumpled and sleepy. His pajama pants are slung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing sliver of skin below the hem of his shirt. I think about pressing my lips right there, and look away.

When I meet his gaze, he's smiling gently at me, like he was hoping we'd run into each other. Is it just me, or are his lips still swollen from all the kissing we did last night? I run a hand through my hair and try my best to return his smile.

So how did you sleep? Um, fine. You? Pretty good.

An awkward silence stretches between us. I finish my waffle, and have nothing left to do with my hands. I fold them on the table in front of me, but that's too formal.

I stick one in my pocket, but that feels weird. God, this is so awkward. Does Trent feel how awkward this is? Are you okay? Apparently he does.

Yeah, I just. .. I feel a little weird after last night.

Weird how? I don't know. It was.

.. it was amazing. It was incredible, actually, but I'm kind of worried.

Do you think we ruined our friendship? Now that I've finally said it, I feel a little better, having gotten to the root of my anxiety. I look questioningly at Trent, who's still smiling.

He walks over and plops down on the chair next to me. I become instantly, keenly aware of his body heat, of his eyes tracing my every curve. When he takes my hand, I jump.

A jolt of electricity sizzles between our palms, raising every hair on my arms. His eyes narrow, as if he feels it, too. I, um, I doubt it, but do you think we should do it again? You know, just to.

.. just to make sure? I mean, if you think.

I can't even finish my sentence. Trent tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my face to his. Immediately, every part of my body feels like it's on fire.

Like all the heat is radiating from between my thighs. As we kiss, Trent stands up and moves his arms around me, crushing me to him so that I'm aware of his every flexed muscle. I melt like butter against him.

It feels so fucking good to relax into his arms just to let myself fall. Trent pulls away from me and for a second, I'm nervous that I've done something wrong. After a beat, though, I realize the look in his eyes isn't worried.

It's wolfish. Everybody's gone, just, uh, just lay back on the table. I can't resist that voice, that face, that body.

Okay. As he peels off his shirt and reveals the rippling muscles beneath, I lean back on the kitchen table and once I'm convinced it'll hold my weight, I lay back completely. As soon as I'm positioned, Trent slips my pajama pants down my legs.

Then with a wicked grin, he gently, slowly takes off my panties, leaving my bare ass on the table and my pussy exposed to the air. Are you sure this is a good idea? If you want to stop, just tell me to stop.

Don't stop. Trent kneels down, skimming his hands up my leg to my inner thigh and back down again. Goosebumps erupt in the wake of his touch and I shiver.

I want him to touch my pussy so badly, so fucking badly, but he seems content to take his time. Does that feel good? Yeah.

I've closed my eyes so I jump a little when I feel his fingers replaced by his mouth. He plants soft kisses on my ankle, my shin, my knee, my thigh, edging closer and closer to the center of my pleasure, but never quite reaching it. He kisses my side, my stomach, drawing lower and I tense, eager for him to finally put his mouth where I want it most.

Oh my god. Say please. Oh my god.

You see, you were in control last night. I think it's my turn now. I raise myself on my elbows and he's smirking at me, his eyes glinting deviously.

As he looks at me, he lowers his head and presses a kiss on my inner thigh, then, ever so gently, nips it with his teeth. I can't hold back a whine as my hips buck needily. Okay, please.

As soon as the words leave my lips, his mouth is on my pussy. Licking it, tasting it, eating it in earnest, his skillful tongue caresses every fold, dips into my center, lubricating me with my own juices. When his lips close around my clit and suck, I shudder and moan.

He hooks his arms around my legs and pulls himself even closer to me. Oh my god. Come here.

Come here. Yeah. I tangle my fingers in Trent's hair, mumbling incoherently.

I don't even know what I'm trying to say, my brain can't process words right now. All I'm aware of is Trent's lips kissing my labia, his tongue flicking against my clit, his contented hums reverberating through my pussy. I keep hearing little keening cries until I realize they're coming from my mouth.

Yeah. Damn, he tastes so good. I'm so close to an orgasm and my whole body tenses as I rock my hips against Trent's mouth.

Suddenly he is gone, and I almost protest until I see him scrambling out of his pants. His cock is already rock hard, and he quickly rips open a condom and slides it on. As I raise myself back on my elbows to look at him, my thighs quivering from the closeness of my orgasm, he eases himself into my dripping wet center.

One slow pull, two pumps, three, and then he's pounding into me with wild abandon. I grab his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my mouth wide open in a silent moan of bliss. His eyes bore into mine as if keeping me pinned to the table, and his breath comes hard and fast.

With each thrust, the table scoots a little more across the floor, but we pay it no mind. My whole body is trembling, heralding an incoming orgasm, and I press my forehead to his as he fucks me, my eyes squeezed closed. It hits me before I can even get the words out.

A cry is snatched from my throat and I slam my head back against the table as my body spasms again and again. Trent laughs between gasps of air, as if delighted by my reaction, and then, with a roar, he's coming to. As he rides his orgasm, I hold onto him for dear life, wiping his hair from his face with still-numb hands.

When he slides his cock out of me, he immediately plops down onto a chair, sweaty and winded. Our panting breaths start to sink, until we're both finally quiet and still. I lick my swollen lips.

Hey, Trent. Yeah? Maybe we need to run a few more experiments.

I'm definitely down. I'm down.