Sharing Hannah

“It doesn’t matter if—”

Over my shoulder I saw his arm go tight. He yanked backwards, savagely, and the rest of my thong just ripped away.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned, spreading my hands against the wall.

An arm slid thickly around me, bending me at the waist. Adjusting me for his height, and for the angle I knew I’d be taken…

Then I felt it; the bulbous head of his hard, throbbing cock. It was already pulsating. Already warm and thick and slick with my wetness. With one hand still on the small of my back, Trey pushed it straight inside. I yelped more than cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as the growing pressure transformed to an exquisite pleasure and joy.

“Fuuuuuck…”

My lover roared the word as he slid inside me, then began plowing me deep and hard. There was no room for foreplay. No need to take things slow. We both knew exactly what we wanted, and each of us were willing to take it. We’d known it since the Hot Truck, when Trey draped his coat over my shoulders with that devilish but knowing smile.

Besides, we’d already done all this. So what if we hadn’t done it alone? We’d fucked so much in such a short period of time, it was like we already had free license to each others’ bodies.

I moaned like a whore, reveling in the semi-darkness of Trey’s little on-campus apartment as he screwed me hotly from behind. It didn’t shock me at all when I felt myself being lifted by the thighs. Didn’t even phase me when he shoved me face-first against the wall, his body pinning me there as he continued plunging in and out of me, while growling into my ear.

“God Hannah, you feel so fucking good…” he seethed. His teeth were clenched. The arms holding me up were as tight as two iron bars. “All weekend long I thought about you,” he breathed. “About taking you like this.”

“Then take me…” I grunted. “Use me.”

“Fucking you…” Trey went on.

“Yes.”

“Shooting inside you…”

“YES.”

He was stretching me wonderfully from beneath. Filling me so perfectly on every upstroke… rocking my body forward and letting gravity do the work on the way down.

“I can’t tell you how long it’s been,” Trey whispered hotly. “Since I’ve done that.”

It was incredibly hot, knowing how worked up he was. How horny that one simple act had actually made him. I wanted nothing more than to give him that pleasure again. But this time, to look deep into his eyes as he exploded inside me. To see his face as I brought him back to total fulfillment.

Right now Trey had his mouth against my ear, and the heat of his breath was making me even hotter. I couldn’t believe his strength! The raw physical power of his incredible body, flexing and pumping as he worked me over.

“Give it to me again,” I told him. “I want you to put it inside me.”

I would’ve taken it, then and there. Thrown my head back as he nailed me against the wall and pumped his seed into me, like some humming, thrumming machine.

But Trey had other plans. I was picked up again, this time scooped into his arms, my head resting against his chest.

He looked down at me, and I saw the innocence beneath his tough exterior. Trey bent his neck and we kissed like star-crossed lovers, hungrily, soul-searchingly, as he carried me into his bedroom.

Sixteen

TREY

She was beyond incredible, inside and out. A sensual goddess, as beautiful as she was sexy… as sexy as she was intelligent, and witty, and kind.

I’d had little faith in the dating site, despite Adam talking it up so much. I’d left it entirely to him. He’d be responsible for every bad date, every miserable failure. Every girl we had to set aside because she wasn’t our type, or lose out on because she was our type, but simply wanted one guy instead of three.

But this…

I threw Hannah onto the bed, watching every twisting curve of her delicious little body. She swept back her platinum blonde hair. Looked up at me with those big blue eyes… before flipping straight back over onto her hands and knees.

God, she’s so perfect!