CHAPTER SIX
Janie
Oh my god. I can’t believe what’s been going on. Because it’s been a few months since Trent first moved into our house and we’ve been going at it like rabbits right under Vincent and Elaine’s noses. It’s kind of like an elaborate ritual. We all say our goodnights politely before going our separate ways. Vincent and Elaine upstairs into the master bed, and Trent into my childhood room. But then at around midnight or so, Trent comes creeping down into the guest suite, and that’s when the fireworks start.
Because he and I are insatiable. I can hardly believe that the man was once drawn out and morose because he’s a beast now. He ravages my curves, coming again and again into me, the sticky seed making me mewl with pleasure. And I love it. I’ve learned so much from him, every lesson opening new vistas of hedonism and debauchery.
“Turn around,” he growled in my ear last night. As usual, Vincent and Elaine were sound asleep upstairs, both of them hooked up to their oxygen tanks. It’s not as scary as it sounds. Both my parents suffer from sleep apnea, so they have special devices that push oxygen to help ease the suffering. Plus, it ensures that they stay sound asleep, so that Trent and I can play into the wee hours of the morning knowing that no one will bother us.
“Turn over?” I giggle, flipping onto my stomach while looking coyly over one shoulder at him. “Why, what’s going on?”
“This is what’s going on,” he rasps, pushing his dick into me from behind in a slow, smooth thrust. I moan, eyes closing. It feels so good, my pussy stretched while accepting that rigid ten inch cock. How did I ever survive without this massive tool dicking me every night?
But after giving me a few more strokes, Trent pulls out, his shaft gleaming and wet.
“Now that you’ve lubed up my dick, we’re doing it a different way,” he mutters into my ear. “Easy, pretty baby. Hold still because it’s coming in your back door this time.”
I couldn’t help but squinch my eyes shut, automatically tensing. It’s hard, even though I know it’s coming. After all, in the last two weeks or so, Trent’s been prepping me for this.
“Slow,” he’ll murmur into my ear. “Just feel, pretty baby.”
And as he slides in and out of my pussy, his hand often reaches around to stroke my anus, teasing the pleats to push me into an bigger orgasm. But taking a giant rod into your bottom is a different story from getting an anal massage. So I held my breath as he probed, my pleats contracting instinctively.
“Naw, sweetheart,” he rasps into my ear from behind, that big form crouched over mine. “Relax, relax,” he soothes. “It’s gonna feel good, I promise.”
And slowly, he nudges my backdoor with that wet tip.
“Unnf!” is my shocked cry as the first half inch slips in. But then my sphincter pops audibly, and he’s able to slide in halfway. “Oh!” is my terrified yet delighted squeal. “Oh oh!”
“Unnh fuck baby, you feel so good back here,” grunts Trent, trying to contain himself. “So dry and tight.”
I can tell that he’s about to come even though he’s only halfway in. Call it feminine instinct or familiarity, but I can sense his balls tensing and rising, the virile seed already beginning to gather.
And with another thrust of his hips, Trent’s in my backdoor all the way. Fuck, it feels good! My ass is getting stretched by a giant anaconda and evidently, it’s too much because at that moment, his dick begins to jerk and twitch.
“Fuck!” the man cries out. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
Oh god. It’s not every day that you open your bottom for a man, only to have him ejaculate within two seconds. I take it as a compliment and wiggle my hips a little as he pulses.
“Give it to me, big guy,” is my breathy coo. “Use my anus for your pleasure.”
He pumps even harder then, the creamy white filling my ass.
“Fuck,” he growls again, almost unable to breathe. “Aw fuck your butt is good. You’re such a little butt slut, aren’t you?”
I don’t even know what to say as my pussy pulses in pleasure, snapping and clamping although there’s nothing inside. The ring of my ass tighten around him, squeezing that fuckrod so tight that Trent gasps again, practically keeling over.
“Shit,” he growls, stiffening again. “Oh yeah, just like that.”
But everything has to come to an end at some point, and slowly, we spiral back to earth together, the man buried in my bottom. After heaving one last sigh and kissing my shoulder, Trent pulls out, that shaft reappearing from between my cheeks slippery and wet.
He laughs a little, dribbling a few last droplets against my creamy buttocks. I’m just about to shake my bom-bom at him for fun, when his words stop me in my tracks.
“Fuck, I love you, Janie,” comes that soft rasp. “You’re everything to me.”
The words make me go still because what is he saying? Love? Since when did that become part of the conversation? Sure, we’ve had a lot of crazy sex in the last few months but never have we talked about love. I don’t even know what to say because the declaration takes me by surprise, all air evaporating from my lungs.
Maybe Trent realizes that it’s too much too soon because he presses a kiss to the back of my neck before nuzzling my ear.
“I’m gonna get up,” he rumbles before taking a playful bite of my shoulder. “You get some beauty rest before sunrise, sweetheart. It’s graduation today, and we don’t want you over-tired sitting in the hot sun.”
And with that, Trent strides out of the room, fully nude yet absolutely unashamed. That muscular back is a sight to behold, not to mention the sculpted buttocks and tree-trunk thighs. I know and adore every inch of this male body, from the tips of his eyebrows to the drops of pearly cum that seep down my thighs every night.
But as he disappears, I flop back onto the mattress, still completely stunned. Did Trent really say that he loves me? It seems impossible. Just a few months ago, we were practically sworn enemies, with how he pushed me over in Biology. Plus, even now, we barely acknowledge each other at school. Maybe just a terse hello here and there in passing.
So yeah, nothing’s changed. Trent has re-taken his rightful place once more as king of the cool clique, with glossy girls fawning over him non-stop. Sure, people know he’s staying with me and my parents until school ends, but they don’t seem to hold it against him. Dorky Janie Martin can’t taint the high shine that is Trent Lewis.
So how can it be? Yes, the alpha male comes to me every night. Yes, he empties himself into my swollen pussy again and again, holding my curves close while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. But is there more than that? How can I reconcile what we do on the outside with how we behave in my room every night?
I just don’t know. On the one hand, I’m thrilled. Trent Lewis loves you! my soul screams. Hallelujah and rejoice! But on the other hand, there’s no sense in any of this. No man’s ever said “I love you” to me before. If anything, once they were done with sex, it was please leave, and close the door behind you, thank you very much. So what did Trent’s words mean?
Unable to fall asleep given that mass of confusion in my head, I hoist myself out of bed and stumble to the bathroom, the shower coming on with a loud creak. Uck. Hope that didn’t wake Mom and Dad. But once in the hot water, I just try to absorb it all once again. Because Trent loves me, yet now we’re headed our separate ways, what with graduation and college in the fall. So what comes next?