“Damn, you're a hot little thing. You trying to tease me again?” Trent substituted a finger for his tongue and Mara cried out.
“Is it working?” Mara lifted her hips and rode his finger, her eyes fluttering closed when he slid another inside.
“Hell yeah, it’s working.” He rolled over and pulled another condom from her bedside drawer. She sat up to watch him roll it on. It was fascinating. If she'd known what he'd kept hidden in his pants all this time, she probably wouldn't have waited so long to approach him.
“I want you on top of me. Ride me, Mara.” He lay back and pulled her on top of him.
She spread her legs and took him deep.
“Damn, you feel good.” Trent cradled her full breasts in his hands, holding them as she rocked steadily on top of him. He plucked at her nipples until she whimpered. Every time he pinched, it sent a zing straight to her core.
“Ride me harder. Bounce on me.”
Mara shivered as he looked down at where their bodies joined, the intensity of his stare providing her with the bravado she needed. She lifted up on her knees and slammed herself down, taking him so deep she felt it in her throat.
“Yes, like that. Again.” His rough order raced through her and she repeated the motion, taking every inch of his length as deep as it could go. Soon she had a rhythm: lift, drop, grind. When he started tweaking her nipples in time with the motion of her hips, she lost it.
“Trent. Trent!” She collapsed on his chest as she shuddered in pleasure. He held her hips as he rocked up. He pumped again and then called out her name.
They lay for a few minutes, breathing heavily together. Mara didn’t really want to get up but she figured she had to be kind of heavy. Considering the workouts she’d given him over the past twenty-four hours, the poor guy surely needed all the oxygen he could get.
She rolled to the side just as a loud knock sounded on the front door. “Oh, what now? I don’t need my snow shoveled for crying out loud!”
Trent looked at her strangely so she propped herself up on her elbow. “Whenever it snows here, all the neighborhood kids knock on doors and ask if you need your walk shoveled.”
She got up and walked over to her dresser. She ripped a piece of paper out of a small notebook. “It’s cute the first two times it snows. After that, it’s just annoying.” She scribbled something and then handed it to Trent. “Could you put this on the door so they’ll stop knocking? Otherwise we’ll never get any peace.”
Trent pulled on the pair of jeans he’d left on the floor the night before. He accepted the piece of paper and the small roll of tape she handed him.
“I suppose I could, if you don’t mind making breakfast. You know what my cooking is like.”
She laughed and swatted his arm. “Yeah, food poisoning waiting to happen. I suppose bacon and eggs isn’t too much to ask. But don’t think I’m cooking for you every morning buster.”
Trent was still smiling as he went downstairs. He watched Mara’s bottom as she trotted into the kitchen. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t get through breakfast without him spreading her out on the table. It was going to be a major adjustment when Matt came home. He was planning to stay with Mara while he looked for a place. Trent couldn’t imagine not seeing Mara, but he also couldn’t imagine dating her while her brother lived with her either.
He turned and walked to the door, holding Mara’s “No Shoveling Needed” sign in one hand. He could see a shadow on the other side of the door as he approached. Judging by the height, it was probably one of the college kids looking to earn some spending money. Trent pulled the door open …
… and got a fist in the face.
* * * * *
Mara hummed to herself as she pulled her favorite skillet from the cabinet beneath the sink. The thick layer of snow made her backyard look like a giant cotton ball. It would be great if Trent stayed around for a while. They could make a snowman or just sip hot chocolate and hang out.
Would it be weird if she asked him to stay the day? She didn't want him to feel like she was getting clingy already, but there was nothing she’d rather do than spend a snow day with him.
She heard a dull thud and then a crash.
“Trent? Are you okay?” Her heart in her throat, she crept around the corner. When her mind finally made sense of what she was seeing, she threw the frying pan she still held with all her might.
“Matt! What did you do?” Mara raced over and kneeled by Trent, who wasn’t knocked out but just dazed. He shook his head hard and sat up.
“This is between us, Mara.” Trent stood up and flexed his jaw. “Your brother has every right to be pissed.”
Mara crossed her arms. “No, he doesn’t.” She turned to Matt and punched him in the arm. He barely flinched. “You don’t have a right to be an ass. Especially since I didn’t even know you were coming home early. You deserve to be shocked.”
Matt shrugged. “I was trying to tell you when I called last night but I got distracted.” His eyes moved back to Trent and he grinned. “Besides, I was swinging before my brain processed who it was. So, this is who hung up on me?”
Trent eyed him warily but nodded. “I really didn’t mean to do that but I was half asleep.”
Matt pursed his lips. “Well, I’m glad I punched you then. You deserve it for letting me think my sister was shacking up with someone else.” Then he shoved past them and threw his duffel bag on the couch.
“Is it working?” Mara lifted her hips and rode his finger, her eyes fluttering closed when he slid another inside.
“Hell yeah, it’s working.” He rolled over and pulled another condom from her bedside drawer. She sat up to watch him roll it on. It was fascinating. If she'd known what he'd kept hidden in his pants all this time, she probably wouldn't have waited so long to approach him.
“I want you on top of me. Ride me, Mara.” He lay back and pulled her on top of him.
She spread her legs and took him deep.
“Damn, you feel good.” Trent cradled her full breasts in his hands, holding them as she rocked steadily on top of him. He plucked at her nipples until she whimpered. Every time he pinched, it sent a zing straight to her core.
“Ride me harder. Bounce on me.”
Mara shivered as he looked down at where their bodies joined, the intensity of his stare providing her with the bravado she needed. She lifted up on her knees and slammed herself down, taking him so deep she felt it in her throat.
“Yes, like that. Again.” His rough order raced through her and she repeated the motion, taking every inch of his length as deep as it could go. Soon she had a rhythm: lift, drop, grind. When he started tweaking her nipples in time with the motion of her hips, she lost it.
“Trent. Trent!” She collapsed on his chest as she shuddered in pleasure. He held her hips as he rocked up. He pumped again and then called out her name.
They lay for a few minutes, breathing heavily together. Mara didn’t really want to get up but she figured she had to be kind of heavy. Considering the workouts she’d given him over the past twenty-four hours, the poor guy surely needed all the oxygen he could get.
She rolled to the side just as a loud knock sounded on the front door. “Oh, what now? I don’t need my snow shoveled for crying out loud!”
Trent looked at her strangely so she propped herself up on her elbow. “Whenever it snows here, all the neighborhood kids knock on doors and ask if you need your walk shoveled.”
She got up and walked over to her dresser. She ripped a piece of paper out of a small notebook. “It’s cute the first two times it snows. After that, it’s just annoying.” She scribbled something and then handed it to Trent. “Could you put this on the door so they’ll stop knocking? Otherwise we’ll never get any peace.”
Trent pulled on the pair of jeans he’d left on the floor the night before. He accepted the piece of paper and the small roll of tape she handed him.
“I suppose I could, if you don’t mind making breakfast. You know what my cooking is like.”
She laughed and swatted his arm. “Yeah, food poisoning waiting to happen. I suppose bacon and eggs isn’t too much to ask. But don’t think I’m cooking for you every morning buster.”
Trent was still smiling as he went downstairs. He watched Mara’s bottom as she trotted into the kitchen. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t get through breakfast without him spreading her out on the table. It was going to be a major adjustment when Matt came home. He was planning to stay with Mara while he looked for a place. Trent couldn’t imagine not seeing Mara, but he also couldn’t imagine dating her while her brother lived with her either.
He turned and walked to the door, holding Mara’s “No Shoveling Needed” sign in one hand. He could see a shadow on the other side of the door as he approached. Judging by the height, it was probably one of the college kids looking to earn some spending money. Trent pulled the door open …
… and got a fist in the face.
* * * * *
Mara hummed to herself as she pulled her favorite skillet from the cabinet beneath the sink. The thick layer of snow made her backyard look like a giant cotton ball. It would be great if Trent stayed around for a while. They could make a snowman or just sip hot chocolate and hang out.
Would it be weird if she asked him to stay the day? She didn't want him to feel like she was getting clingy already, but there was nothing she’d rather do than spend a snow day with him.
She heard a dull thud and then a crash.
“Trent? Are you okay?” Her heart in her throat, she crept around the corner. When her mind finally made sense of what she was seeing, she threw the frying pan she still held with all her might.
“Matt! What did you do?” Mara raced over and kneeled by Trent, who wasn’t knocked out but just dazed. He shook his head hard and sat up.
“This is between us, Mara.” Trent stood up and flexed his jaw. “Your brother has every right to be pissed.”
Mara crossed her arms. “No, he doesn’t.” She turned to Matt and punched him in the arm. He barely flinched. “You don’t have a right to be an ass. Especially since I didn’t even know you were coming home early. You deserve to be shocked.”
Matt shrugged. “I was trying to tell you when I called last night but I got distracted.” His eyes moved back to Trent and he grinned. “Besides, I was swinging before my brain processed who it was. So, this is who hung up on me?”
Trent eyed him warily but nodded. “I really didn’t mean to do that but I was half asleep.”
Matt pursed his lips. “Well, I’m glad I punched you then. You deserve it for letting me think my sister was shacking up with someone else.” Then he shoved past them and threw his duffel bag on the couch.
