BURNING DAWN

luke let out a small sigh as his ex continued to speak about how difficult this was for their son. he never imagined that things would end up this way when they had him and the last thing he wanted was to see him upset or hurt. but this was life and their new normal. it was a transition for everyone but of course he would always prioritize his son just as she would.

so now he found himself sitting across from aurora at the table where they used to have dinner every night as a family. it felt strange to be there again, in the house that they once shared. he hadn't been inside since the separation as he opted to give her the house. "so, where will you go when it's not your week?" luke questioned before offering to set her up somewhere. "you know i could always set you up in a penthouse or an apartment. whatever you prefer." they weren't together but she was the mother of his child so of course he'd do his best to take care of her. also, money was never a worry of his or theirs.

They both wanted what was best for their son and that was the one thing that got her through it all. At the end of the day, they still wanted at least one thing that was still the same, that remained unchanged. Luke hadn't made this difficult, it was quite the opposite actually and it was one less headache. And one thing that made Aurora miss him. And now, sitting at the kitchen table they used to share, it only put forth everything she had lost.

"I can't let you pay for everything," she said with a soft sigh. Not that she thought he minded or would even notice it in his bank account but if they were really doing this, really getting separated, there had to eventually be a line drawn. "I could rent something. Would just be me so it doesn't need to be big or fancy." Aurora felt bad refusing his offer, knowing it came from a good place. She hoped that Luke would not take it personal because it wasn't about him. It was already hard enough living in the house were almost all of their memories as a family had been made and now they were discussing having them share the house during different weeks, meaning Luke would be present in every room even when he wasn't there. More than he currently was, Aurora wouldn't be able to erase him every weeks. "If we do this we'd need to put down some ground rules but I think it could really help him. It's worth trying, right?"

Chance grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "If they're talkin' about evictin' you, I say let 'em try," he challenged, propping himself up on one elbow, his hair falling messily across his forehead. "I'd just have to show up at the tenant meeting and explain in real specific detail exactly what made you moan my name like that earlier. Hell, I might even bring visual aids," he continued, grin widening. "Pretty sure I could put together a whole PowerPoint presentation. 'Exhibit A: Why Logan Deserves to Keep His Apartment Despite the Noise Complaints.'"

Saying that Logan had been moaning Chance's name earlier was an understatement. It had been loud, he was certain of it. Chance was the only one who could get him in such a state, which was why he was more than happy to piss off his neighbours. "Mmm, if you plan on doing that maybe we should practice first," he said with a wicked grin. "Be sure you're fully prepare for that powerpoint." Anything to keep Chance in his bed. "Why do I deserve to keep my apartment?" he asked as his lips brushed Chance's collarbone.

If she kept moving herself against him like this there was no chance of Orson lasting very long. "I know babe but we don't want an audience do we? Unless you're into that kind of thing." He smirked knowing his publicist would hate it yet how could he turn Avery down right now? A strained groan came from the back of his throat pressing his face into her neck as his fingers pushed into her now. "When have I ever let you down babe come on?" He whined started get even more needy. "Just let me get my dick wet right now okay? Nobody here can fuck you as good as I can. Let me give you a little reminder right now."

"No, we don't want one," she said bitting her lip. "Unless you want everyone to know just how good you can fuck me." She knew they wouldn't go that far, that they wouldn't do anything to get caught and she wouldn't want Orson to get in trouble. But the thought was only making her more turned on. His fingers pushed into her and she almost lost it, her hips rolling, craving his touch. Slowly moving on his hand, her own moved to his pants, working to undo them. "You're right, I do need a little reminder. Maybe I've forgotten how you're the only one here who can truly fuck me." Avery had not forgotten it and she did everything she could to remind him or how good he had it with her. Everything about tonight had been designed to do exactly that, from the way she dressed to the way she had moved on that dance floor. "Fuck me right here, right now babe. I need you so fucking bad."

"Oh so that's your plan? To just sit here and tease me without mercy?" Hunter teased as he teasingly pushed his thumbs into her hips. "How brutal of you Val. And here I thought I had such a loving a girlfriend who would take care of me even if we might get caught." He sighed dramatically laying his head back as if he felt defeated. "You know it's really not fair of you to look so fucking gorgeous and tease me. Pick a lane babe." He joked, rolling his eyes before leaning in to kiss her again. "You're definitely not going anywhere right now. But if you wanna be a little risky and really feel how much you turn me on, go for it."

"If I do that you'll be in a hurry to take my home." Her hips were very slowly moving on him, feeling his hardening cock and a soft sigh, one filled with lust, escaped Valentina. It was impossible for her to ignore how turned on she was getting. If she was honest, she had been even before she sat on her boyfriend. She had looked at him across the place and she needed to feel him, right now. She was a little bit drunk and feeling very happy and light, not feeling any worries for anything. "I think it's really fair. You're the one looking that sexy and fuckable," she said with a giggle. Hunter's words were making their way through her brain as she actually considered how they could get away with it. Val was wearing a dress, which allowed for easy access and her panties could easily be pushed to the side. "Baby, it's either right here, right now, or you're dragging me to the closest bathroom because I need you right now." Her panties were getting wet. Val was afraid of being caught but the idea of at least letting Hunter enter her right now, even if just for a minute, was overwhelming.

          "you’re getting blood on the carpet." amir didn’t do emotional check-ins, not directly. they just insulted your bleeding habits and hoped you understood that meant 'please don’t die on my floor'. "that rug’s vintage. be hurt, but be respectful."

"Are you serious right now?" Of course, they were, Anike had no doubts about that but now wasn't the time. It wasn't like she was enjoying this, like this was the best moment of her life. She was bleeding, profusely, maybe to her death. Well, the death part might be a tad dramatic considering she was able to rationalize it. "Is this better," she said as she moved aside. "Now can we take care of this and worry about the floor later?"

drew’s heart moderately races as she watches millie’s gaze fall so intently between her legs. not that drew’s shy or self conscious about her own body, she really isn’t. it’s the novelty in millie’s reactions, both endearing but so genuine, not concerned at how she verbalizes her awe with the situation. it’s very different to any sex drew’s had, where, though she hadn’t been necessarily made to feel awkward about it, there’d been no active attempt in appreciating her. not like millie is so thoroughly doing, make sure with every step that drew knows how much she’s desired. it fills her whole body with more lust, sends shivers down her spine and a rush of sensations to the spot millie so desperately wants to taste. “that’s okay, do that.” nods reassuringly, feeling her clit pulse for attention. pays close attention to millie’s delicate features as they slowly disappear under her pussy, and her breath hitches in expectation. “hoooly fuck,” breathes out at the initial contact, the warmth of millie’s tongue feeling like everything she’s been missing. the beginning of repetition has drew letting out a quiet little whimper, just as her fingers try to dig into the bed. notices millie’s own hand obeying her previous request and drew doesn’t even try to hide the cocky smile that grows on her face. “d’you like that, baby?” purrs, free hand choosing to move towards millie’s face, pushing aside a strand of hair. “you like feeling yourself so fucking wet from eating my pussy?” doesn’t care about the crude vocabulary, whatever curtain of maintaining appearances dropping completely. it’s not like she wants to go back to ‘being just friends’. if millie never wanted this again, sure, she’d settle for being just her friend. but drew has the sudden awareness that she might never shake away how good it feels to fuck millie.

The few guys who had gone down on her never seemed to enjoy it as much as she was right now, never seem to think she tasted good. But Drew tasted heavenly and Millie had no idea why she didn't eat her best friend before. It felt almost ridiculous how much it turned her on to touch Drew, to eat her out like this. It definitely was not something she had felt when she blew a guy, doing it to go through the motion. But this? Millie wanted her friend to come again, wanted to taste the cum and make her a trembling soaked mess with her mouth. And the more she wanted it the more she was desperate to also be touched. She could feel the way Drew's arousal was coating her mouth and chin, something that made Millie suck on her clit a little harder. "Mmm," she answered against Drew, not wanting to leave the woman's cunt. Her own fingers were working her clit fast and hard, more than she usually did and it all felt so fucking amazing, soft moans starting to leave and vibrate against's Drew. Millie's tongue played with the woman's clit, circling it, rubbing it, her lips closing on it and sucking. It was hard to believe all of this was happening. Apparently, suggesting to watch that movie with her best friend had not been a mistake. Millie wasn't thinking straight anymore, wasn't wondering what this meant, if it was just sexual or something else. The woman was always so careful, always overanalyzing everything but not this time, not anymore. All she cared about was getting Drew off. "Do you need me to do something specific?" It was her first time doing this and she wanted to do it well and Millie was more than happy to take directions from Drew. Millie pushed two fingers inside her own cunt and cried out, rocking her hips on her hand.

"I'm busy--" She pouts softly, but her resolve is already wavering at the sound of Jasmine's voice. Her panties are soaked and she knows-- the other girl can feel it. Feel how half gone she constantly is around the brunette. Her legs spread slightly, makes more room for the other without her actually indenting to. "I-- how am I meant to read--" She gasps as Jasmine's fingers slip past the seat of her underwear and brush against her wet folds in deliberate exploration. Gin's cheeks are flame red, and her fingers tremble as she holds on desperately to the desk. She looks up to meet Jasmine's eyes with arousal in her gaze, and something akin to fear-- no nerves. "You've been teasing me for 3 chapters-- " She murmurs softly. "I don't think distracted quite covers it." Her ships shift up, desperate for a little more friction. She glances around, content that she's still managing to stifle the worst of her moans-- barely.

Gin was saying one thing with her words but her body was telling a whole different story. Not that her words were protesting either but Jasmine could feel how eager the other woman was for her touch, for some relief. "You made a mess of your panties, you know that?" God, she could be wicked and the smile she gave Gin was almost innocent. Jasmine laughed softly when her friend's legs parted on their own, a silent invitation. It was enough for Jasmine to push a finger inside of Gin. "You're so wet Gin." Jasmine removed her finger and brought it to her lips, licking it as she looked Gin in the eyes. "God, you make me want to get under that table." But she would have to settled for touching her with her hand, at least for now. Without speaking again, Jasmine's moved her hand under the table, this time inserting two fingers into Gin while her thumb circled the woman's clit. "Let's see how silent you can be. If you do well, then I'll let you finish." Finish what exactly was up in the air, her words could be applied to Gin's reading or the orgasm she clearly needed.

suddenly, millie oozes with much earned confidence, and drew finds she's not longer responsible for how turned on it makes her, how it pulls an almost pathetic little moan from her throat. watches every single one of millie's movements attentively, earger to see what comes next, a glimpse of pride beaming in her eyes. "you're a fast learner," comments, the smirk on her face painfully obvious. doesn't really mean it about a specific action, but more so about how millie's quickly come to herself in the situation; about how she's visibly comfortable and even more visibly interested in getting drew off. again. "go ahead." nods in encouragement, wiggling her hips slightly to aid millie in unclothing her. "take your panties off, too." drew's eyes scan millie's body. the sight makes drew's head spin, the idea that she's just felt her best friend's perfect pussy wrapped around her fingers, clenching at its climax, millie's body shaking without a thought. "you wanna eat me out? touch yourself while you do that," commands with conviction. can already imagine how pretty millicent will look, face burried between her legs, hips propped up to allow her hand space to move. the mere idea already has her feeling dizzy with lust again.

She had just felt the best orgasm of her life and yet, Millie wanted more. She could feel her body start to ache again, wanting to be touched and get off once more. Apparently, good orgasm made her greedy. The fact that she had been able to make Drew come was no stranger to any of it. How could she not want to try and do that more? The sounds that had come out of her best friend's mouth had been sinful and she should have blushed at them but now she wanted to see if she could hear them again. The idea of tasting Drew had her getting wetter and her cunt was dripping from both her orgasm and her desire. She shrugged off her panties, not as self conscious as she had been before and her eyes were fixated on Drew's glistering pussy. "Fuck that's gorgeous," she said as she stared at it. It was soaked and swollen from her previous touch. "You want me to touch myself?" Fuck that was hot, the way Drew didn't leave place for Millie to question her, even if she did, mostly out of surprise. "Okay but I need to get the feel of you first," she said as she lowered between the woman's legs. If she started to rub her own clit right now, she wasn't certain she could be any good at eating Drew and she wanted it to be good. Millie's tongue darted out, licking Drew wet folds and she moaned against them. "Oh God." Her tongue licked the whole of Drew's folds and a shaking hand parted them so her tongue could enter her friend. "Shit Drew," she said as her tongue lapped at Drew. Without realizing it, her hand moved to her clit at the same time as her lips closed around Drew's.

Considering she didn't date very much Maya was shattered when the girl she was in love with broke up with her suddenly. Of course the only thing that could really make her feel better was her best friend Callie. Just having someone to listen to her outpouring of feelings was enough to help her start to feel better. Although she was a bit perplexed the next morning when she woke to Callie massaging her tits. At first she wanted to pull back mainly from confusion but instead she found it pleasing and relaxing. "Oh-oh okay," she stammered licking her lips unsure of where this was headed but it all felt too good for her to think about making Callie stop.

She was crossing a line, Callie knew that but she hadn't been able to help herself. There had been some tension between them at times and Callie was certain her best friend had been as curious as she was about having sex together. Maya was probable one of the only women in her life she hadn't tried anything with. Hearing Maya agree was enough for Callie to stop worrying about it and her mouth closed around her friend's nipple, sucking on it while her other hand massage the other. Rebound sex always helped her and she wanted Maya to feel better, to forgot all about the woman who had broken her heart. Maya deserved to be worshiped and that was exactly what Callie planned on doing. Moving on top on Maya, she put her knee between her friend's legs, pressing lightly on her core. "I'll take care of you Maya, you deserve it."

joaquin scoffed at her smack to his arm, but the grin gave him away. “you’re seriously defending pineapple on pizza? ceci, you’re losing me here.” he glanced over at her as the car pulled onto the main road, city lights flashing across the windshield. “sweet and salty works with fries and bacon. with pizza? that’s just chaos.” he didn’t say anything right away when she brought up the media, but his grip on the steering wheel shifted just slightly. he knew what it meant for her to be seen in public with someone like him - not just a bodyguard, but someone without a title, without the right last name. he also knew she wouldn’t bring it up unless it really was bothering her. so instead of brushing it off, he answered her directly. “it’s quiet,” he said. “i’ve taken clients there before. place has a back lot and no cameras. the owner’s ex-military, knows how to keep things discreet. we’ll be nobodies.” he paused, then added with a smirk, “unless you start flinging fries across the booth, then we might have a problem.” his voice softened a little as he added, “and if anyone tries to start something, i’ll handle it. you don’t have to worry about that tonight.” he glanced at her again, this time with something steadier in his eyes. “you’re allowed to just… eat food and laugh at my pain when i try your cursed milkshake combo.” then, dryly: “but i’m not promising to like it. if i throw up, that’s on you.”

"Maybe i like a little chaos then," she said with a soft laugh. "But honestly, you're just being dramatic. If your scare of having your taste bud rocked, just say that." This was all normal, feeling natural and genuine, like things so often felt like with Joaquin. Cecilia had missed it, how easy things were with him, how normal he made her feel. Even now, even while his job was to protect her, he was able to make it all feel like friends' hanging out and nothing more. She knew that it was because of unsaid lines they crossed, that Joaquin should be firmer with her, less friendly, but it seemed like that was something he had trouble doing. Just like she had trouble keeping him at a distance, even if she told herself she would do that. "Taking me where you take all your clients? Go ahead and make me feel special," she said laughing. She liked that, liked how he wasn't getting the red carpet out for her, bringing her to a place he brought other clients too, like she wasn't different then them. Cecilia knew that saying what she had would not make him feel uncomfortable and that he would understand what she meant, the silent thank you. Because not only was he taking here somewhere that had proven to be discreet and safe before but it was also the kind of place others went. "Well, if you don't try my food combos I might throw some fries." They both knew she wouldn't do such a thing, not when she knew that it could attract some attention to them. "I hope it doesn't come to that because I just want to enjoy some downtime and forget you're here because of the job." Good, she sounded so pathetic.

Holden froze, just for a moment. His mouth had moved before his brain could slap it quiet. "I made a guess. People always say stuff like that," he answered coolly, his lips curving into a dismissive half-smile. "You look like your mother, you’ve got her eyes, her mouth, whatever. It’s just something people say," he added, sipping his drink, using the motion to mask his recalibration. "You just... reminded me of someone I once knew, the resemblance was... uncanny," he continued, taking a sip of his drink, using the motion to mask his recalibration.

The woman's narrowed her eyes at Holden, unconvinced of how he was backtracking on the comment he had just made. Of course, it made no sense that he would have known her mother well enough to actually know that she had the same look on her face when she got mad. Still, his words rattled something inside of her, something uneasy. "Right," she slowly said. "Usually people know how the parent looks when they say it." Apparently, it had only been a way to distract Willow from her anger, which had worked. Or at least, it put it on the back burner. "Did that person got mad at you often too?" There was less of a bite to her words now and more of a teasing undertone.

"Damn right you won't," Chance chuckled. "Honestly, if the neighbors don’t like a little enthusiasm, maybe they should invest in better insulation. Or start takin’ notes."

Logan couldn't help but laugh at Chance's words. It was true, he was in no position to complain about it at all. "They could do both. I've never heard them so they definitely lack there. But maybe if we keep it up, the whole building will chip in for renovation of the insulation. Or to evict me." His fingers traced patterns on the other's arm.

whatever drew had expected just a few minutes ago when she agreed to 'help with millie's experience', this is so much better. the tremble of her best friend's body on top of hers, sounds that come out of her mind and instantly make her crazy for more, the clunching of millie's cunt that inevitably begins to shove drew's fingers out with a gush. she breathes out, delighted in the combination of all sensations, along with her own building pleasure. hips rock against millie's hand while she slowly retreats her own from between millie's legs, slowly licking each of them off, eyes set on the other's as she does so. "you taste so fucking good ..." savours it, sucks on her fingers off, serving also as a muffler to her growingly louder pants. feels her clit swell on the pressure of millie's fingers, lewd whine escaping her lips the moment she moves her hand off her mouth and holds onto the back of millie's head. "just like that, mils, keep going," nods firmly and repeatedly, nearing the edge with every circle, right until the touch of millie's thumb on her nipple does it. "fuck— aahh, god," cries out mindlessly as her body quivers completely under millie, legs feeling a slight start of a cramp from the tension before drew stretches them out. humps millie's touch until she's done riding it through, her orgasm leaking out of her. instinctively, latches her mouth on the space between millie's breasts, kissing the area thoroughly.

Her body was on fire and at the same time, feeling better than it ever felt. This was the best orgasm she ever had and it had seemed so easy fro Drew to get it out of her. There was almost a pout on her Millie's lips as her best friend removed her fingers from her cunt. It felt strange now, she felt almost empty and her eyes widened in amazement as Drew licked the fingers that were coated in her arousal and cum. "I really want to make you come too," she said softly, eyes intent on her friend. And if the sounds escaping Drew were genuine, she was close to that. It amazed Millie that she could give such pleasure to Drew and she felt proud. And then it happened, the way her friend sounded changed slightly and Millie could feel the way Drew's body tensed. The woman smiled as she gradually slowed down her pace, letting Drew ride the orgasm out just like she had done with her moments before. And then, despite the both of them having come, Drew kissed her again and it was enough for the woman to want more, to crave more again. Removing her hand from Drew's pussy, she rose the fingers to her mouth before shaking her head slightly. "That's not how I want to taste you." With a smirk, she pulled down Drew's short, stoping at the hem of the panties, waiting for the woman's approval. Maybe this was too much and not what Drew wanted? But having felt how soaked her best friend had been, Millie could only think of one thing, lapping at her cunt.

In the maze, beneath the stars, there was a shift happening. Archer's desire for Vivian was palpable; beyond their regular cat and mouse game, beyond the teasing and the tension, he felt so much more. In all of the months that had passed, he needed this moment now more than ever. In the wake of her absence, he felt lost, dare he say incomplete without her. They had always been close, sharing both the pleasure and pain of growing up as privileged socialites. That closeness however, had developed into something far more intimate than he could have ever anticipated. Reaching climax, he groans against her, spilling deep inside her walls, breath hot against her neck, while he tries to process it. What he feels now, is longing. Not mere sex, nor the thrill of lust that accompanies it. She tells him that she belongs to him and instead of it feeling like a win over her, it feels like home. Still inside of her, he finally feels like he's where he's meant to be. "Don't say it if you don't mean it." He pants, fingertips clutching the soft flesh of her thighs. It's a moment of honesty after experiencing such an explosive orgasm. "Don't play with me." They've been so used to games, to deception, that he craves some clarity now. Perhaps it arrives in what she admits next --- she's never let anyone have her like he has. The statement makes his heart beat faster inside his chest, blue eyes twinkling as they capture her gaze. "I'm glad I'm the only one who does." Cumming inside of her was one of the most erotic, sensual things that he could do for her. He'd been fantasising about it long before it first happened and ever since, he couldn't get enough. "You know you can trust me, don't you?" It's whispered seductively as he gently pulls out of her, lifting the strap of her dress back up over her shoulder. He laughs a second after she does, pulling his trousers on and securing his belt around his waist. "Definitely fucking not." Archie agrees, considering they both look like they dragged each other through the maze. "It was well worth it, though." He winks, patting his suit jacket down in search of his cigarettes. Her next comment makes him pause momentarily, a brow raised in her direction at what she's suggesting. "Do you really think that low of me?" A playful roll of his eyes and a slight shake of his head at the realisation old habits die screaming. After everything they'd just done and what they admitted to each other, surely she couldn't be serious? "Yours is the only bed I want to be in, Viv." He clarifies, lighting up when he finds his pack of Marlboro's. Taking her hand, he intertwines their fingers and leads her back out of the maze. Careful to stay out of eyesight of the rest of the party, Archie hands her his phone to book a taxi. "You sure you want me back for another round or two? You already know I'll fuck you all night long if you'll let me."

The situation had turned into something more intense than they ever shared before and Vivian could barely register it, or rather, question it. Not when she had missed Archie so much, craved him to a degree she never had before and they had gone further into and with each others than ever before. She wanted to say that all they did was play with the other, brush it off and remind him of what hold them together, this game they had been playing for so long. But as she looked at Archer, she couldn't. He was being too honest, almost vulnerable and it would be lying to brush it off. "I mean it," she whispered, her own words scaring her. It was true, she belonged to him, at the end of the day, no matter what they did or said, no matter who she was with, it was always Archie. Despite everything, Viv was scared he would only use it against her later, laugh at how much power he had over her. "Can I trust you?" She felt bad for asking such a thing but he had needed some reassurance from her and she needed the same from him right now. Of course, Vivian trusted him but this was about a different kind of trust, one that was not based on everything physical they shared. The woman didn't know if he would understand her question, understand that she meant trust him with her words and not her body for once. Archie didn't knew it but he got many things from her that no one else got, cuming inside of her was only one of these things. Even being inside of her without protecting was another one but he had always been the only one she needed to feel as much as she did. "I look worse than you do," she said with a laugh. She had twigs in her hair and her dress was torn in place, she knew it. And she didn't care about any of it. When he said her bed was the only one he wanted to be in, it shouldn't make her feel the way it was but it did, her heart fluttering at the thought of it. "Why would it be low, we've done such things before." She wanted her words to be casual and she said them with a shrug. Although she didn't know if he ever left her side to go fuck someone else before, she just assumed he did. Vivian had never done such a thing but she never let him believe otherwise either. Their fingers intertwined felt good and it wasn't a gesture as rushed as it had been before, when they had rushed to find a private place. "That's all I want tonight, you," she said as she took his phone and ordered them an uber.

The fact she was the only person he was sleeping with right now made her heart beat faster inside her chest. Benjamin was her ride or die, the one man in her life who never let her down and selfishly, she didn't want to share him with anyone else. Peyton also hadn't slept with anyone in over six months, the last guy was a former Tinder date who she'd ghosted after finding out he had a girlfriend. Trust was huge for the blonde, something that made sex with Benji so much better. She trusted him with every fibre of her being, which was why she found herself in this position, breathless and gasping beneath him. "Promise me," She begged, after he'd told her he'd give her this experience the entire weekend. "I fucking need it, I need you." In truth, the doctor had never been this desperate for anyone. Covered in cum, she's a mess of arousal and wetness, skin sticking to his as they continue to fuck. His moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding make her clench tighter around him, the pace of his fingers against her clit causing her to whimper from the pleasure. It's impossible for her to keep it together and soon, her clit is pulsating from the pressure of another intense orgasm. She can't even answer when he asks his question, too stimulated by the pleasure he's giving to her. It's overwhelming in the best possible way, every muscle inside of her contracting and expanding around his cock. Peyton hears him swear and then the familiar feeling sets in, warm cum fills her up and she lets out a steady exhale, melting against his hips. He's so gentle with her, apologetic even though he doesn't need to be. "Don't be, I wanted you to do that." She admits, allowing him to slowly pull out of her. Her brain is still spinning from the aftermath of several orgasms, all of which were mind-blowing and she blushes at the realisation of the mess she's made of their couch. "I hope this isn't a turn-off for you and that you take it as a compliment. I'll clean everything up in a second." All of this is still brand new and she wants more than anything to make a good impression every time they do this. "I'm also totally covered by the way, I've been on contraceptives for over a year, so there's no risk if you want to keep on doing what we're doing." Peyton tells him, hoping he won't feel apologetic about it again. Laying her head on his chest, she has to pause for a second, taking in what they just did. "Fuck, that was unbelievable. I'm shaking right now." Peyton laughs, both her thighs trembling from the aftermath of their sex.

"I fucking promise," he said hoarsely. Benji couldn't think of anything he would rather do all weekend than exactly this. It was a feeling that was as selfish as it was for Peyton, nothing felt as good as hearing her scream and feeling her so wet for him. He never had sex that was that good and now that he had it, twice, he never wanted it to stop or be with anyone else. And apparently, he was good enough for Peyton and the idea that she craved this as much as he did was making him feel even warmer. Shit. Hearing her say she had wanted him to cum inside of her that way was enough for him to groan as he finished emptying himself, making certain that it all went deep inside of his best friend. Benji laughed as he realized the mess they made of the couch. "We'll clean it later, this isn't just on you but fuck it's hot that you made such a mess. We can throw a blanket on it for now or something." Nothing felt like a problem at the moment, the bliss he felt being too overwhelming. Plus he wasn't lying when he said it was hot and he knew he would never look at the couch the same way now. And he could definitely not look at Peyton the same way either but he knew he'd do his best to not let anything be seen. "That's good to know but I still feel somewhat bad for not asking first," he said with a smirk as he held her close. He should have asked before, should have pulled out, even if she had wanted him to stay inside of her. That was something he didn't know when he did it. "But it felt amazing." Benji shook his head, almost in disbelief. Pride filled him as he heard Peyton say how unbelievable it had been and how she was left shaking. He had wanted to give her multiple powerful orgasm and it seemed like he succeeded. "If you let me catch my breath, and maybe eat the pizza that is probably cold by now, I'll be happy to redo all of that again." They both were complete mess, sticky with sweat, cum covering their thighs and his hand. Still, he was certain that he would be able to make her scream again later, after gathering some strength back. "Think you can handle more tonight?" Benji knew how much he had pushed her with her orgasms, how much it asked of her body and she was shaking in his arms. "We don't have to if you don't want," he quickly added, not wanting to pressure her into anything.