Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
He steps closer, and I reach out and unbuckle his ridiculously big belt buckle and pull down the zipper. His jeans fall to the floor, and he’s naked underneath. His average-sized cock springs free right in my face, and I smirk as I compare it to Aston’s.
What am I thinking? There is no comparison.
This guy’s dick is bordering on tiny. Oh well, as long as he can get me off, that’s all I care about.
I move back on the bed and away from his cock in my face. Even though I’m completely drunk and my head is starting to spin a little, I’m not bad enough to suck this douche off. I do have some decorum. As I move on the bed, he leans down on all fours and climbs over me.
“You are so beautiful,” he says and takes my nipple in his mouth.
His touch is like a wave of ecstasy. I don’t know why it feels like this, it never has with Aston.
It’s like I’m floating and rainbows and unicorns are moving all around the room, which is making me strangely excited and massively happy.
I start to giggle as I run my hands up Trent’s back, and he feels like silk, like I’m washing my hands in liquid silk.
It’s amazing, and I can’t stop touching him.
He moves down my body, and he pulls off my panties, leaving me naked in front of him.
He smiles and leans back down, rubbing his body against mine—more silk.
I rest my head back into the soft pillow and feel like I’m floating through the air on a cushion of fluffy white clouds.
I close my eyes, and the music notes are flying through the sky so much brighter than before.
They flow around and around in bright, magical colors, and I reach out my hand to touch them, and they pop like bubbles each time I touch one.
I hear Trent laughing. I’m pretty sure he’s still sucking on my nipple, as the pulsating feeling coming from it is making me feel high.
High? Is that what I am?
I open my eyes and see Trent is indeed sucking on my nipple, and his hand moves down my stomach and in between my legs.
His finger presses on my clit, and I arch my back at the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy flowing out through every pore.
I hear my breathing, and it sounds like angels singing. I love this feeling.
Trent inserts his fingers inside me, and I moan from the experience.
No one has done this besides Aston, and right now it feels fantastic.
He really is made of silk, and having silk rub you up is one of the best feelings I have ever had.
He moves his mouth up, kissing me strongly.
The taste of tobacco and alcohol is there again, slightly tainting my colorful world.
There’s a shadow in the background, and it is unnerving, but the way Trent’s fingers are working me up is making me shake.
Just as I feel like I might be moving toward a climax, he takes his fingers from me and leans over to his bedside table, pulling out a condom and ripping open the packet.
I freeze for a moment as he sits between my legs.
Is this what you really want?
I swallow hard, and before I have time to second-guess myself, Trent is leaning on top of me and thrusting inside me.
I gasp from the intrusion, but I don’t mind.
This is what I wanted, so I can’t stop now.
I bring my legs up as he starts to pound quickly inside me.
This is nothing like how Aston was with me. It’s rough, and I feel kind of dirty.
It certainly doesn’t feel good.
To be honest, I can’t really feel anything other than him sweating all over me.
I close my eyes to get back to my magical world, and the music notes are in a flurry.
They’re flying around erratically, and now the bubbles are popping on their own, as if they’re trying to hide.
The shadow in the background grows larger, and the birds and rainbows turn black.
The sky falls into night and is no longer bright and happy. Nothing in this world is happy as blood starts to ooze from the sky.
I shake my head and open my eyes to try and rid myself of the image, but when I open my eyes, the darkness is oozing down the walls of Trent’s room. I close my eyes again, and this time, everything is black, and dizziness surrounds me.
I feel sick, and I need to get out of here. I open my eyes back up to see Trent still pounding into me forcefully, and he’s spinning and has two heads. I scream, and he stops as I push into his chest to get him off me.
“What’s your issue?” he says, and I jump up from the bed and race to find my panties. But the room is spinning so fast, and I keep falling over.
“Are you tripping?” he says and laughs as he strokes his cock.
I ignore him and find my panties and put them on the best I can. I find my pants and pull them up, grab my shoes, bra, and top, then head out toward the living room to call Caleb.
“Wait, where are you going? I’m not done with you yet,” he says.
I rush out of the room as the walls drip with black slime, and everything spins.
It’s spinning so much I can’t see. I bump into something and fall flat onto the couch.
I roll over onto my back and breathe heavy.
I can’t feel my legs, and the whole room is spinning.
I only have the bottom half of my clothes on, and I can’t seem to focus on anything as Trent comes into my view, and he’s rubbing the back of his neck.
“Shit! What am I meant to do with you now?” he asks, while I feel like I’m drowning. All the happiness I felt is now filled with dread as my body abandons me, and I’m just a shell lying topless on his couch.
And the last thing I see is an image of Aston smiling at me before everything turns to black.