midnight ride in sandy shores.

You were on your side, back facing Trevor who remained wide-awake as you attempted to sleep. Your body curled up and solidified at the consistent shuffling of his restless limbs. Wanting to say something, you couldn’t. You weren’t apparent to the idea of giving Trevor the satisfaction of talking, not after his stunt from earlier that day. By all means, the shuffling and twitching was on purpose. His grunting had revealed the stubbornness nature where he wanted attention despite the fault belonging to his destruction a few hours prior. He acted upon his insanity and broke some promises, arguments after arguments; not a sound of apologies. So you went to bed, and to your misfortune, he followed.

The flashing lights of his phone illuminated on the wall beside you. His thumbs tapped amongst the screen and faint, muffled noises of videos started to play from his end. It made you sleepy – all the background noises – until you heard clicking and, of course, the volume was increased. The faint racket became recognisable through loudness, and you heard the intro to some pornography videos he had downloaded. You recognised this one. The woman’s voice; it was his favourite porn clip, showing you many times before. He was always open about his preferences so you had the insights of his most regular watches, categories, most visited sights. However, it didn’t make you feel good this time.

This video, loud and booming, started with that familiar voice of a lady, softly spoken, ushering dirty words towards the man. You could hear the man muffle out sensual grunts as action began participating. Throughout the videoed foreplay, Trevor’s soughs of glee distracted you from the pornography that was happening from behind your back. Trevor responded to the lady who, as you recalled through memory, took the upper hand, her voice becoming the most dominant feature in this video. You heard this lady repeat phrases where she praised the man for being well-behaved, acting upon this maternal figure through a kinky and rose-tilted glasses. Trevor responded via sighs and small exhales. Like Hell, this video was so loud but you just managed to hear him.

It continued for a few painful minutes then your curiosity took the best. Pretending to still be asleep, you turned over, feeling his body freeze at your sudden movement. You faced him – in an uncomfortable position – but you couldn’t risk alarming him of your consciousness. It became silent. You felt his eyes peer over your “sleeping” figure before the video started again. He assumed you were asleep enough to pursue this moments of desire.

Since you were closer, the flashing lights of his phone would startle your closed eye-lids. So badly you refrained the urge to flinch at the sudden change of lightness. It went from dark to bright, depending on the angles of this video.

Trevor’s frantic limbs rested since you were within proximity but that didn’t stop him from experimenting with the pornography. He groaned softly and, with the mattress shifting, he adjusted his arm, the dirty hands edging towards his grey sweatpants where you vaguely heard the fabrics of his drawstrings loosening around the hips. Your left eye stirred open, the other one remaining closed in case he happened to look this way. With the new visions presenting itself, you saw him through the blurs of your lashes. He had himself in a muddle where a hand was settled within his sweatpants, the other holding the phone, the video – still loud and booming – showing the full penetration of these stars enjoying the fake intimacy.

You stared as Trevor’s sweatpants slacked down his hips, the stains creasing and the folds multiplying before he diminished the white briefs, proposing the size of his hardness. You had unconsciously inhaled through amusement. Your undercover frame was at worship of this blossoming erection that grew denser by minute. Trevor rubbed his tip and worked his way down, his voice-box trembling and breaking.

The pornography was approaching his favourite scene and you could tell he was getting excited. His cock twitched in his palm and his eyes, so merrily focused, never left the phone screen. He watched the lady with intensity. He watched as she held the back of the mans head, praising him for feasting at her breasts, treating him like a nothing but helpless boy who was frail and small. The background noise of his lips constantly attacking her nipple, her sighs, his whines, the occasional moans, the skin-to-skin contact; sexiness overtaking Trevor’s composure and possessing his cock into becoming unmanageable, taunting his tensed figure that struct to stone from beside you. Seeing someone of his own sex submit had made him lose authority over himself.

Then his head turned and gazed down at you. His glassy eyes made eye-contact with your opened ones. You refused to become covert now.

Trevor didn’t react to your awakening. He continued holding his cock and stroking it from the tip downwards, the pornography video turning off as he threw his phone aside. The ladies moaning had finally stopped, to your favour. And now his attention was fully placed onto you.

“Mm…” His lips quivered and he shuffled closer to you. Trevor usually acts like this total washaway when he feels small and figureless.

You were hesitant to act. You were supposed to be mad still, but seeing him brittle and delicate, it was something that turned you on like a switch. It was the consequences of hating how reckless and psychotic he could get that – an unconscious chemical reaction that alters your arousals – you favour the opposite, enduring all sides of Trevor; emotional through the physical blesses of passionate sex. So you slowly sat up and moved closer to him. “Hey, baby…”  

He sunk into your words and closed them glassy eyes, taking a deep breath, his stomach shrieking inwards and evidencing his ribs through the untidiness of his white T-shirt. You took this time to gently crawl over his static body and sitting just below his crotch. Your backside warmed up his thighs and you caressed his stomach with your ticklish nails.

“Everything hurts… So good… Jesus – “ He croaked out, looking down so his chin started pressing against his collarbone, admiring the way you sat there and massaging his rough skin. You had gently unveiled his chest by lifting up his shirt. You didn’t have to say anything, but the mannerism of your stern face, Trevor immediately bit into the hem, holding it back for you.

“That’s right.” You praised as your hands trailed closer to his intimacy. His back arched in effect of your touch. Trevor’s face scrunched up with pain or pleasure – you hadn’t of known – he was hard to read since he’s usually too animated.

You held him by hand. The rigidness was cruel compared to your skin. Despite it, you proceeded to praise it by precious strokes of your palm. His cock had excessively shivered when you decided to take matters into your own hands, literally.

“Ohhh… Oh.” You heard him murmur with a pleasurable groan.

“You feel good, lovely?”

“Fucking…” The shirt dropped from his mouth as he spoke, “I knew you couldn’t stay mad.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You said while rubbing his extreme erection.

He smirked and whistled at your, what he’d call, feistiness. It was charming, juxtaposing the true annoyance you felt.

“What do you think, sunshine?” He slurred.

You leaned down and breathed against his cock while maintaining this strong eye-contact. The way he instantly shuts up, it was memorable. You didn’t plan to help by mouth. That would praise him too much, and he was being very naughty before the circumstance.

“I don’t know…” Your hot breath attacked him, “Maybe you feel too good.”

Trevor whimpered and covered his face with frustration. He wanted to be beaten in order to release the arousal as your magic hands shot witch-craft into his veins.

Your hands tightened and you warmed him more, and more. You increased the pace as well, enjoying the muffled whines from behind his covered mouth. Giving him a mean hand job while huffing your hot, luscious breath upon his skin, it frightfully caused a series of spasms throughout his spine.

“Ohh, fuck…” Moaned Trevor.

It was a lullaby to your ears, so you mercilessly scrape your fingers across his cock and waited for any further signals to surprise an orgasm. He was easy to please and cum. It took minutes, sometimes seconds. However, he was already sensitive before you touched him – thanks to the pornography – that his cock hardened, coming close.

“You’re hurting me, ma.” He whined with a grin, “It’s hurting.”

You knew of his attempts and rolled your eyes. “Why’s it hurting, baby?”

When you failed to respond to his standard, he frowned at you. Annoyed and displeased. The hard work to try and lure you into sweet talking him went refused, it aroused him, sadly.

“I wanna cum. I wanna fuckin’ cum…” He spoke in whispers.

It was obvious he wanted to cum. You leaned close and pressed a soft kiss against his quivering lips. You kissed until his cock shrivelled up, white cum oozing from the tip and painting your hand.

“Please, please, please!” The sensation was too overbearing, “I love you, God! God, fuck! I love… Yes!”

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured as he moaned against your mouth.

The orgasm was a long one. If a man could whine anymore, it would be classified as impossible. You wondered how his voice hadn’t of ran out from the ongoing cries. Once he stopped, his face was exhausted.

“You’re alright…” Your hands caressed his stomach and, enjoying the musk of his utter sex, your lips kissed down his neck.

“Jesus, sugar. Fuck – fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Easy.”

Trevor glanced down at you, pouting but in a subtle way. “Mhm?”

You returned his eye-contact and smiled. “Take it easy, my love. Don’t you feel good?”

“Yes, ma.”

“Then what’s the complaining.” You mutter.

He stayed silent and watched you applaud kisses down his collarbone. It felt more than good. It was dreamy. Like meth penetrating his skin.

You hummed and stopped kissing his body any further than his chest. Trevor was about to whinge but you immediately grabbed his jaw and his mouth fell open. His eyes were barely present to the current reality. He presents his tongue and knew what you were going to do next. His most favourite thing you could do.

A long trail of spit drooled from your mouth and into his. He inhaled your spit with heart-eyes and closed his mouth, swallowing the slaver like it was his own.  

“Good boy.” Finally, you said what he’s been wanting to hear all night.

Trevor’s head fell back against the pillow and he dropped his limbs as you crawled to the side, lips never leaving his neck. The affection had instantly drowned him in the blues, solitude turning into slumber.