was still fingering my ass and pumping my cock with his hand, while his mouth licked and lapped at me. It was sensation overload.
"You want me to come in your mouth?" he grunted, and I groaned and nodded and sucked him harder.
His rock-hard length swelled in my mouth, and his balls tightened in my hand. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste him, drink him. He thrust once, and his cock lurched as he exploded down my throat.
He roared, and his whole body flexed as his come spurted, hot and thick. And I savored him - he was sweet, salty and musky. His cock was at the back of my throat, I had no choice but to swallow. And I liked it. I lapped at him, sucking him clean, and he growled.
I couldn’t help it, and it was probably not the reaction he was after, but I chuckled.
"Something funny?" his voice croaked.
"I swallowed," I told him proudly.
He barked a short laugh. "You blew my fucking mind."
I realized his finger was gone from my ass, and he shuffled out of my arms, only to push me onto my back and kneel between my legs. He poured more lube on his fingers, and then drizzled it directly onto my shaft.
He wrapped one hand around my dick and massaged my balls with his other. He sucked on the head, licking me, distracting me from the finger pressing into my ass.
My back arched off the bed, and he pressed deeper inside me. He pumped and sucked my cock while he finger fucked my ass.
"You like my finger in your ass?" he asked, and I moaned.
"You're so tight," he told me, and I whimpered.
"I want to be inside your ass when you come," he ground out, and I lost it. My pleasure built in waves, and I imagined it was his cock that was fucking me. I could picture his hips against mine, thrusting into me, his dick pulsing, my ass clenching.
"Fuck me, Trent," I groaned through gritted teeth. "Fuck me."
He pushed in a second finger and sucked my cock so hard, the pleasure consumed me. My orgasm came from the depths of my belly and spilled into his mouth, and he kept fucking my ass with his hand while he sucked me.
When he pulled his fingers out of me, I was completely spent. The room spun as Trent fell against me. He chuckled and hummed against my chest as my arms wrapped around him.
Even as a sated, alcohol-induced sleep claimed me, I knew three things. One, I wanted this moment to last forever. Two, this wasn't just physical for me - I wasn’t sure it ever was.
And three, I was drunk . And I was going to be fucking sick tomorrow.
CHAPTER 12
My expectations didn’t disappoint me. My head fucking hurt.
I recalled the nightclub from last night, dancing, running into someone who knew me, and the green drinks Trent gave me. I rolled over to hit him or curse at him, but he wasn’t there.
Throwing my feet over the side of my bed and sitting up seemed like a good idea…until I did it. The room tilted, my head pounded and nausea ran down my spine and twisted my stomach.
Fuck. Who the hell's idea was it to drink?
I never drink.
And being hung over rudely reminded me why.
I stumbled to my dresser and founding some boxer briefs, put them on and went downstairs. Trent's there, being all bright and bubbly with Bentley. I sneered at them both, and Trent chuckled.
I considered sneering again but decided trying not to dry heave in the kitchen sink was a much better idea.
"Jeez, you only had three drinks," Trent said with a laugh.
My stomach rolled at the mention of it. "Don’t talk about it."
"You missed Bentley's breakfast," he teased. "He wasn’t impressed."
"Could I care tomorrow?" I asked and leaned my head down on the kitchen counter.
Trent walked into the kitchen and stood beside me. "You need a greasy burger and a Coke," he told me.
I shook my head and mumbled into the marble countertop, "I need water, vitamin B and electrolytes."
"God, it must suck being a doctor," he griped. "You need a shower, half a pound of saturated fat and sodium, and a hit of caffeine and sugar." I groaned, and he
"You want me to come in your mouth?" he grunted, and I groaned and nodded and sucked him harder.
His rock-hard length swelled in my mouth, and his balls tightened in my hand. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste him, drink him. He thrust once, and his cock lurched as he exploded down my throat.
He roared, and his whole body flexed as his come spurted, hot and thick. And I savored him - he was sweet, salty and musky. His cock was at the back of my throat, I had no choice but to swallow. And I liked it. I lapped at him, sucking him clean, and he growled.
I couldn’t help it, and it was probably not the reaction he was after, but I chuckled.
"Something funny?" his voice croaked.
"I swallowed," I told him proudly.
He barked a short laugh. "You blew my fucking mind."
I realized his finger was gone from my ass, and he shuffled out of my arms, only to push me onto my back and kneel between my legs. He poured more lube on his fingers, and then drizzled it directly onto my shaft.
He wrapped one hand around my dick and massaged my balls with his other. He sucked on the head, licking me, distracting me from the finger pressing into my ass.
My back arched off the bed, and he pressed deeper inside me. He pumped and sucked my cock while he finger fucked my ass.
"You like my finger in your ass?" he asked, and I moaned.
"You're so tight," he told me, and I whimpered.
"I want to be inside your ass when you come," he ground out, and I lost it. My pleasure built in waves, and I imagined it was his cock that was fucking me. I could picture his hips against mine, thrusting into me, his dick pulsing, my ass clenching.
"Fuck me, Trent," I groaned through gritted teeth. "Fuck me."
He pushed in a second finger and sucked my cock so hard, the pleasure consumed me. My orgasm came from the depths of my belly and spilled into his mouth, and he kept fucking my ass with his hand while he sucked me.
When he pulled his fingers out of me, I was completely spent. The room spun as Trent fell against me. He chuckled and hummed against my chest as my arms wrapped around him.
Even as a sated, alcohol-induced sleep claimed me, I knew three things. One, I wanted this moment to last forever. Two, this wasn't just physical for me - I wasn’t sure it ever was.
And three, I was drunk . And I was going to be fucking sick tomorrow.
CHAPTER 12
My expectations didn’t disappoint me. My head fucking hurt.
I recalled the nightclub from last night, dancing, running into someone who knew me, and the green drinks Trent gave me. I rolled over to hit him or curse at him, but he wasn’t there.
Throwing my feet over the side of my bed and sitting up seemed like a good idea…until I did it. The room tilted, my head pounded and nausea ran down my spine and twisted my stomach.
Fuck. Who the hell's idea was it to drink?
I never drink.
And being hung over rudely reminded me why.
I stumbled to my dresser and founding some boxer briefs, put them on and went downstairs. Trent's there, being all bright and bubbly with Bentley. I sneered at them both, and Trent chuckled.
I considered sneering again but decided trying not to dry heave in the kitchen sink was a much better idea.
"Jeez, you only had three drinks," Trent said with a laugh.
My stomach rolled at the mention of it. "Don’t talk about it."
"You missed Bentley's breakfast," he teased. "He wasn’t impressed."
"Could I care tomorrow?" I asked and leaned my head down on the kitchen counter.
Trent walked into the kitchen and stood beside me. "You need a greasy burger and a Coke," he told me.
I shook my head and mumbled into the marble countertop, "I need water, vitamin B and electrolytes."
"God, it must suck being a doctor," he griped. "You need a shower, half a pound of saturated fat and sodium, and a hit of caffeine and sugar." I groaned, and he
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