Talkin' Trash
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She went off like a rocket, coming so hard that the squeeze of her around me made me want to scream right along with her.
“Oh, God,” she whispered shakily as I moved my thumb in and out of her in time with my cock. “Oh, God. I’m so freakin’ crazy.”
I grinned and pushed in deeper, loving the way her asshole was so tight.
What would it feel like to have my cock in there?
“This is the weirdest sensation ever,” she admitted. “I’ve never felt anything quite like this.”
Well, that makes two of us.
“Ready for more?” I asked, punctuating that question with a rough thrust of my cock.
She inhaled deeply, her pussy once again rippling all around me, and nodded her head.
For once she was left speechless.
That was something I was going to remind her of later, like when we were in bed, and she was talking my ear off before we went to sleep.
“Yes?” I asked, pulling my thumb out and then reinserting it. “Or no?”
She squeezed her eyes tight and then nodded her head in the affirmative.
I smiled and reached for the bottle of lube that I’d placed on the end table behind the lamp so that Conleigh wouldn’t see it when she came in the door.
The click of the cap opening was loud, and she shivered.
Either in anticipation or fear.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promised her.
Her tiny tongue poked out and licked her lips as she turned and opened her eyes.
There wasn’t fear in her eyes, and I could see that she really did want this. She just didn’t think she should want this.
I squirted out some lube onto two fingers, and rubbed them together, thoroughly coating my fingers before dropping the bottle between her spread legs.
The next couple of minutes I took my time stretching her out, making her ready for my cock while also fucking her slowly.
It was an exercise in torture.
One finger, then two, and finally three. In and out. Scissoring them and stretching her. Preparing her.
It was only when she growled out in frustration that I realized that she’d been ready a while ago, and I’d become the nervous one.
I laughed and reached for the lube bottle.
Pulling out of her completely, both of us groaned at the loss.
Although I was so wet that I likely didn’t need the lube, I coated my cock anyway.
More was better, or so I’d heard.
And then I was placing it up against her back entrance and pressing inside.
At first, she didn’t want to let me in. Despite the long minutes preparing her for me, that band of muscle I’d been coaxing and taming didn’t want to let me in.
I pushed harder as I used my clean hand to snake around her hip and find her clit.
She gasped in surprise and momentarily forgot that she was trying to keep me out.
That was all the time I needed.
As that band of muscle relaxed, I slipped all the way inside until I had nothing left to give her.
“Oh, fuck!”
Oh, fuck was right.
I had never, not ever, felt anything so hot and tight.
It was different than being in her pussy. Tighter, yes. Tighter when you first entered, but from there nothing but hot, silky hole that was making my eyes cross with the need to fuck her.
“Goddamn,” I groaned. “Are you okay?”
I wasn’t okay, but as long as she was, I’d figure my shit out.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m okay. You can move.”
Thank fucking Christ.
I started to move and didn’t stop again until long moments later when she was falling apart beneath me, and I realized that I was on the verge of coming.
My finger was still slowly circling her clit, and each measured thrust was a test of my control.
I was lost in my movements, loving the way it felt.
But her sharp slap to my wrist had my eyes opening and my hand dropping far enough that she could slip her own tiny hand in.
“God, just fuck me hard already. I won’t break. I’ll do this,” she growled.
Then she leaned forward and slammed back.
I saw stars.
And that was also when I forgot to be civilized.
Minutes, seconds. Hell, hours. Who the fuck knew?
What felt like forever later, my balls drew up, and I came.
Apparently, that was what she needed to push herself over the edge right behind me. She clenched around me so hard that I wondered if my own release was able to escape.
Uncaring and still feeling the euphoria racing through my veins, I rode out my orgasm and finally stopped, inhaling and exhaling oxygen like I was running a marathon.
I slowly pulled out, and nearly groaned at the sight of me leaking out of her.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled.
“I think you need to take me to the shower,” she muttered into the couch.
I grunted out a laugh and went to reach for her just as a knock sounded from the front door.
We both momentarily froze before she sighed and rolled off the couch, coming to her feet.
She didn’t reach for the door handle, instead stopping just in front of it to get up onto her tiptoes so that she could peer out the peephole.
What she saw made her curse.
“It’s my landlord,” she murmured, looking worriedly through the peephole. “What the hell?”
I reached for my shorts and slipped them on, then went to the kitchen and quickly washed my hands.
Once that was finished, I picked up the t-shirt that was lying on the back of the couch and slipped it on.
By the time I reached the door, Conleigh had finished gathering her clothes and headed to her room.
I opened the door and peered at the small man on the porch.
“Can I help you?” I rumbled, clearly not in the mood to deal with anything.
“You a football player?” he asked. “I’ve heard around town that I had one staying at my place, but you don’t really look all that big.”
I sighed.
“I’m a quarterback,” I explained. “Not a lineman. I think that you’re thinking about a lineman or someone that is usually on defense.”
“Defense?” He paused. “What?”
I barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes.
“Nothing. What can we help you with today?” I asked, trying not to convey how annoyed I was with the man that he’d interrupted what would have been a super fucking awesome post-sex shower that we were about to take.
He pushed past me and came inside, and I glanced worriedly at Conleigh’s door, but thankfully she came out right then fully clothed, only looking slightly flushed.
“Uhh, yeah.” He paused and looked around and finally spotted Conleigh. His next words were directed at her. “I have a problem.” He walked over to the couch and sat down, making an ugly face when the haste in which he sat caused leftover donuts to jump. He swept crumbs off the couch and said, “I sure hope you’re not always this messy.”
Conleigh and I made eye contact over the man’s head, and a smile came to my face at the blush that came over hers.
“No, not usually.” Conleigh nearly choked. “But that is why we have the, erm, sheet down. Those can get messy…and there was a pre-season game on that we didn’t want to miss.”
The man grunted. “I don’t know if you know, but I tried to sell this house before I rented it out. I would’ve sold it in a heartbeat, but nobody was buying…but now someone is willing to buy it. And I need you out.”
Conleigh just blinked at him in awkward silence. “But I have a year lease signed.”
The man shifted uncomfortably. “I had a large offer. I’m willing to pay you five thousand dollars to allow me to break the lease.”
Conleigh’s shoulders slumped. “Do I have the full six weeks to move out as stated in my contract, or do I need to get out sooner?”
The man looked so relieved that he practically started to cry. “You have whatever you need. The man that is buying it expressly said he doesn’t need it. He just wants it.”
Moments later, the man left, leaving Conleigh and I staring at each other in awkward silence. “So…if you move into my house, you can kind of pretend that it’s yours.” I paused. “And we can take your furniture. I don’t have any in at least two of those rooms, and my living room couch is still the one I had in college, that was Dad’s before that.”