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against my g-spot. Searing delight
raced through my body, pulsing in my veins.
    “Oh fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips faster and faster,
making me delirious with joy and wonton lust. Everything disappeared and I just
felt him, his beating heart, his labored breathing, racing inside of me like
shooting stars, bundles of fire igniting every inch of me with their fiery
touch.
    I pulled my legs over his sinewy back, the last, delicious
thing I felt before falling into my second orgasm of the night, bursting and
rolling with a sinful delight, so charged with power and fire that I thought I
had died and gone to heaven.
    I screamed out towards the ceiling, arching my back and
pulling him in deeper as my muscles clenched and went into spasm. I heard a
groan escape him as he collapsed onto of me, covering my body with his.
    I kissed his neck and collarbone, realizing with an electric
thrill that he was mine. I could hear Rudolph in the other room, his
high-pitched voice and Trent’s deep breaths the last thing I heard before
drifting off to sleep.

 
 
    The next morning I awoke, the sun filtering through the
small gap between my curtains, right onto my face. I pushed myself up and
rubbed my eyes, shocked for a moment when I caught sight of Trent’s naked body
beside me.
    ‘ What the… ’ I
thought before remembering our raunchy night. Goosebumps raced down my flesh,
and I smiled to myself, watching his serene face. He was surprisingly handsome
while he was asleep, in a different way than when he was awake. His closed lids
and parted lips made him look vulnerable and sweet instead of just the sexy
sarcastic guy he normally was.
    I traced my eyes downward towards his bare chest, peaking
out over my comforter. I suppressed a giggle, surprised that he would choose to
wrap himself up in a South Floridian night. Then my eyes caught sight of the
massive tent at his crotch, and I felt a warmth ignite between my legs.
    In addition to forgetting our sultry night, I had forgotten
about how well-endowed he was. And boy, was it a delight to remember.
    I brought the comforter slowly downwards, lifting it
ever-so-gently up over his stiff manhood. He stirred and I stopped for a
moment, relieved when his steady breathing continued.
    I stifled a moan at the sight of his turgid member, and
suddenly had an excellent idea. I got up from the bed and tip-toed to my
closet, not at all surprised by what a heavy sleeper he was. As long as I had
known Trent, he was always the kind to sleep in and be late for class. I pulled
on my blue terry-cloth robe and tip-toed out to the kitchen.
    It didn’t seem like Sierra was up yet, and I exhaled a sharp
sigh of relief as I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a can of
whipped cream.
    “What are you doing?”
    I spun around and put a hand to my heart. “You scared me!” I
hissed. Sierra just laughed, dressed up in her black work pants and matching visor,
he apron folded over her forearm. Sierra’s schedule at The Cafe Doomsday wasn’t
really consistent, so I was never sure if she had a night shift or morning
shift.
    “You can’t give me any shit about my eating habits if your
going to be eating that for breakfast,”
she snorted.
    “I…um…” I looked around sheepishly.
    “Don’t worry, I saw Trent’s car in the parking lot. I get
it. Turns out you made your choice after all. And you’re getting a little bit
kinky,” Sierra winked and I blushed. Kinky was definitely her terrain, not
mine.
    “Well…I just had an idea…” I mumbled, looking away from her
smug face. I felt weirdly uncomfortable as I remembered that Sierra didn’t even
remember that I ran off with Aamir.
      “Yeah, yeah.
You’ll have to give me all the dirty details later, or else I’m going to be
late for work.” she walked past me and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge
door. “By the way, did you want me to ask Dan about getting your job back? They
haven’t replaced you yet.”
    “Oh yeah, my job,”