“Oh! Uh! Fuck!” Trina cried out as Lucas’s tongue brushed up against the bare skin of her pussy, right between her labia. Before she even got a chance to get accustomed to the sensation of his beautiful wet mouth touching her cunt directly, his teeth came out to play, skimming along the outermost edges of her pussy. Trina loved how it felt. His teeth were so sharp, but she could tell that he was taking care not to hurt her, avoiding pressing down on her most sensitive areas too firmly. “Oh shit,” she groaned, arching her hips downward to encourage Lucas to lick her harder.
“You taste so fucking good,” Lucas muttered into her skin, turning his head a little to bite at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Trina’s hips jolted forward, and she jerked her mouth further into his mouth.
“Th—thank you,” Trina said. She blew her breath out all at once and spread her legs further apart to make room for Lucas’s head.
Lucas swept his hand up her legs, lightly pinching her thighs before scratching his way to the hot, tight space between her legs. He dragged his teeth up her vulva, starting at the bottom and going up to the top before heading back down, repeating the same motion over and over again until she was practically sobbing above him.
Trina gripped Lucas’s head harder, pulling on his hair until he began licking her more firmly, his tongue dipping into her hole and spreading her wetness around as he went up and down with his whole mouth. Lucas groaned into her cunt a few times before his mouth lingered over her clit, his teeth sucking around her most sensitive area.
“Shit, ugh, shit,” Trina sighed out breathlessly, beginning to ride Lucas’s face, her hips rocking back and forth.
After a minute or so of Lucas sucking on her clit, making the heat between her legs build bigger and bigger with each passing second, two of his fingers found her hole, slipping inside about halfway. “Oh, shit,” Trina said, letting her hips rock forward a bit faster to encourage his fingers in deeper. “Shit, yeah, fuck me.”
Lucas’s gaze finally rose up to meet hers, glinting with a wordless smile as he moved his tongue rapidly over her clit, his fingers starting up an in-out-in-out rhythm around her hole. Trina let her head rock back, almost falling over before Lucas’s other hand wrapped around her back to catch her and keep her in place. Trina couldn’t believe the desperate, primal groans that were ripping themselves out of her throat. She loved how it felt to be held by Lucas. She felt absurdly safe, like she could rock forward or back or any other direction imaginable and not have to worry about falling over. She totally relaxed into his touch, thrusting furiously against his face with every ounce of energy in her body.
His fingers slipped in deeper into her body, fucking in and out of her several times while his tongue slowed down over her clit, moving in slow deliberate circles over and over again. In the meantime, Lucas’s other hand tightened around her back, his fingers squeezing into the side of her hip so tightly that it was probably going to leave marks on her skin. Trina bit her bottom lip to try to suppress the pathetic noises that were desperately trying to claw their way out of her mouth. Her hips seemed to move on their own, rotating in wide circles, following the pattern set by Lucas’s tongue.
“Shit, yes, thank you, fuck, thank you so much,” Trina rambled, pulling a little on Lucas’s hair as if she was trying to prevent him from moving. But if the expression in his eyes was anything to go by, he had no intention of letting go of her cunt anytime soon. She could see the glee in his eyes, the unbridled joy that he was taking her to the edge all over again.
Without warning, Lucas twirled his fingers inside of her cunt, hitting a new angle that made her hips jolt forward again. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck, shit, fucking dammit!” she called out, slamming her free hand down on his shoulder and digging her nails into his skin as he licked her harder, pumping his fingers in and out of her faster to hit that special spot again and again and again.
“There, there, please, there!” Trina shouted, hitting Lucas’s shoulder again and again. “Fucking do it, yes!”
Lucas’s fingers started flying in and out of her cunt, hitting the right angle every single time. Trina knew she was becoming almost impossibly wetter, her legs trembling pathetically while her whole body kept thrusting back and forth, creating almost miraculous friction between her cunt and Lucas’s wet willing mouth. The heat between her legs became more and more intense with every stroke of Lucas’s tongue, every swipe of his fingers against her inner nubs. She didn’t know if she could even contain all of this sensation inside her body. She’d never felt this much at a single time ever before in her life. When the feelings between her legs—all the sweet tingles and terrifyingly powerful shivers—combined into a single sensation, would she even be able to take it all at once? Would she be brave enough to let herself feel it, or would she shrink away from it, too scared to let herself go over the edge?
Lucas pulled back from her cunt a couple of inches, making her wordlessly whine in protest. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before grinning up at her, pushing and pulling his fingers out of her more slowly, making her feel sparks on every single centimeter of her inner flesh.
“Relax, baby,” he said. His eyes twinkled like stars, gleaming up at her as he dragged his tongue up the inside of her left thigh. “Relax for me. I’ve got you.”
For some reason, that was all that Trina needed to hear. “Ah, shit!” she yelled, letting her eyes fall shut and her head rock forward between her shoulders while her hips continued their movements. Lucas’s mouth returned to her clit, sucking just as forcefully as before as his fingers sped back up.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh, come on, baby, yes, so good, so fucking good, goddammit!” Trina screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice seemed to echo around her, filling the empty space of the kitchen surrounding their two trembling bodies, but she wasn’t embarrassed. She was proud to have a voice that big, a desire that big that it needed to be shouted from the rooftops in order to be satisfied.
Lucas forced his fingers all the way inside of her hole, brushing up against her most secret, untouched spots. God, it’s like losing my virginity all over again, Trina thought. Except this time I fucking love it. Trina loved sex. It was weird, realizing that about herself. All these years it’d been a chore, a duty, a task to fulfill to keep herself alive. She never knew that her blood would rush to her skin like this, that her brain would switch itself off, that her skin would buzz with primal energy while a man fucked her with his fingers and tongue. But God, she fucking loved it.
“Oh, oh, ah, shit, shit, it’s coming, it’s happening, it’s fucking happening, oh, God!” Trina cried out, forcing her hips as far forward as they could go, loving the sensation of Lucas’s wonderfully wet tongue caressing her clit up and down. “Oh, shit!” she howled. Her eyes squeezed shut again as her hips jerked forward involuntarily, her spine seeming to heat up almost painfully as every single spark in her body joined together in a massive wave of endless sensation.
When the heat rising through her core reached a crescendo, feeling like a falling star tearing itself apart in a protracted moment of world-destroying ecstasy, Trina’s mouth fell open in a wordless scream. Her face probably screwed up into an unattractive expression as lightning lit up every bone in her body, every single inch of her skin vibrating as her orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
“Ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as soon as her tongue was able to move again. “Jesus Christ.” Her legs gave out from under her, her whole core drooping down lifelessly as she sagged down to the floor, falling down next to Lucas.
Without even thinking about it, Trina curled her body around his, their legs tangling together easily like their bodies had known each other their whole lives. For a long, beautiful, heart-stopping moment, Lucas just held her close to his chest, so close that Trina could feel his heartbeat shuddering against hers. Her throat was dry, and her pussy ached a little as a result of the attention of Lucas’s fingers, but she didn’t give a single fuck. This was what she’d needed for so long, to have somebody force her mind out of her body, to allow her flesh to take control and fully enjoy itself for one single moment. She felt like her cold, dead heart was shaking itself back to life, allowing blood to move inside of her for the first time in years, ever since she started this awful job. But for tonight, it wasn’t awful. It was awesome, in every sense of the word.
Eventually, Lucas shifted beside her, disentangling his legs from her grasp. But he didn’t pull away entirely, at least not yet. He stared down at her with a warm soft smile on his face, his hands tracing the outlines of her lips for several long silent moments before he finally spoke again.
“Don’t tell Dana about this, either,” Lucas whispered. He leaned down and kissed her ear, his tongue trailing down over her neck before he pulled away, leaving a blank space of a couple of inches between their bodies and causing her to shiver on the kitchen floor.
“The fact that you ate me out?” Trina asked breathlessly as soon as his words sunk in.
Lucas nodded. “You don’t want to get on her bad side. Trust me.”
Trina reached down to grab Lucas’s hand, tangling their fingers together before bringing his hand to her mouth. “I do,” she whispered against his skin.
She knew it was stupid. He’d given her no reason to trust him, and in any case, it was the number one rule of sex work: don’t get attached to your clients. It never worked out, at least not that Trina had seen.
But still, she couldn’t control the fluttering in her chest, the way her body ached for more contact from Lucas. She couldn’t keep herself from wanting him.
Oh, fuck, she thought to herself as Lucas got to his feet and left her on the floor. I’m so fucked. Goddammit.