Zack

I honestly hadn’t known what to do when Matt came to me about Hannah, mainly because I was completely shocked to hear that
the two of them had feelings for one another and I’d only ever seen them as best friends over the years, but I was also shocked
because I was fucking around with Erin.

For over a week after the Haner’s anniversary party, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was all I could think about, even at
night when Meaghan and I were making love in our bed – Erin was all I could think about and it took everything that I had to stop
myself from crying out her name in ecstasy. I knew that what we had done was wrong because I was with Meaghan and we both
loved each other so much, but Erin just had something that I craved and now that I’d tasted it… I wanted more.

Almost a whole month had passed after the incident at the party and I still hadn’t collapsed under the weight of my urges, but then
Meaghan and I had an argument about money – it was stupid, and I had to leave the house before I said something that I would
regret. Without even thinking about it, I had ended up at Erin and Hannah’s apartment. Hannah wasn’t home that night – she was
spending the night at Brian and Michelle’s place, and of course, Erin invited me in. Nothing happened right away, much to my
disappointment, but Erin had insisted that I tell her everything that had happened before I managed to pounce on her.

Meaghan and I are fine again, now, but Erin and I just haven’t stopped.

Hannah’s been spending so much time at Matt’s place, so it makes it very easy for me to get into the apartment to spend the night
with Erin without being caught. Sometimes I’m already there when Hannah comes home, but she thinks that I’m Dale and she
keeps herself to herself and doesn’t push for information. She’s so innocently clueless.

Both of us were breathing heavily when Erin rolled off of the top of me and lay back down next to me on top of her bed. We were
both soaked with a layer of our own sweat and trying to catch our breath… sex with Erin always seemed to be on hell of a work
out – it was amazing.

“I… I have to tell Hannah,” Erin panted.

I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating for a moment before I managed to roll onto my side and face her, pushing myself
up onto my elbow so that I could look down at her clearly.

“You can’t do that,” I told her, panic already setting in right in the centre of my chest.

“Yes, I can.” She chuckled, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips “She told me about what’s going on between her and Matt, I
mean, sure, I already had some kind of an idea but at least she told me before I had to admit to her that I already knew,” She rolled
over, copied my position and looked right into my eyes “You know me, Zack, I have to tell someone about what’s going on
because I’ll explode if I don’t,”

“…Are you sure that she won’t tell anyone what we’re doing?” I asked.

“You know Hannah just as well as I do so you know that she can keep a secret better than you, me and the rest of the band all put
together,”

“You’re right,” I sighed “But if she decides to tell Matt about this then he’s going to kick my ass the first time he sees me because I
told him that the age difference between him and Hannah was a pretty big thing,”

“It’s different with them than it is with us, though.” She pointed out “They’re actually dating in secret, we’re just fucking in secret,” Her face dropped a little before she continued with “They’re not hurting anyone, they’re not ruining relationships and they’re not

actually doing anything wrong,”
~~~~


Third Person

It had been a while since the bang had hung out just the five of them, so Brian had desperately called up all of the guys and told
them to meet up tonight at Johnny’s bar. He was desperate to spend as much time as he could over the next five months because
he was finally starting to freak out about becoming a dad and he was sure that once the triplets were born he was going to have no
time left on his hands to hang out with his friends.

“So, how’s Hannah?” Zack asked from behind his beer bottle, smirking when Matt’s eyes went impossibly wide.

“You know Hannah,” Brian smirked as they all sat down in their favourite booth, each of them already onto their second drink.

“She seeing anyone?” Zack asked innocently, watching Matt’s face go red.

“She’s fuckin’ seein’ someone,” Brian commented “She’s almost never home when I call and she’s being all secretive. I swear to
God, if I get my hands on this guy, he’s going to be sorry.”

Matt almost knocked over his beer in his rush to pick it up for a much needed sip.

“You okay, man?” Zack asked in concern, smirking wider.

“Yeah, fine.”

Brian side-eyed Matt.

“What’s got you so jumpy?” He asked.

“I’m not jumpy,”

Zack snorted and Matt kicked him under the table.

“Hey, fuck you!” Johnny cried out, reaching down to rub his shin.

Matt drained his bottle and slid out of the booth and away from Brian to order another. He should’ve known that the guitarist
wouldn’t let it go easily, and Matt’s stomach rolled when Brian leant up against the bar beside him, his eyebrows furrowed in
concern.

“Is everything okay?” He asked softly, and Matt felt like the biggest prick in the world.

“Yeah,” He stressed gently “I’m fine, man. I swear.”

Brian took a sip from his beer.

“You’ve been weird for a few weeks now. Are you sure there’s nothing going on? Because something is, and that’s obvious.”

‘I’m dating your sister’ was on the tip of his tongue, and Matt just wanted to blurt it out, but he was terrified of Brian’s reaction. He
had seen him punch Hannah’s first boyfriend in the face when he found out that he dumped her because he was leaving town.
What would be do when he found Matt, at thirty-three, was seeing his twenty-three year old sister?

“Is it the girl you’re seeing?” He asked, thinking back to when he had spotted the massive hickey on Matt’s neck and called him on
it. Matt had obviously come up with a lie about seeing some new woman that none of the guys knew.

“Yes,” Matt sighed, feeling some relief flood through him.

Brian laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

“So what’s up with that?” He asked “You normally don’t get all nervous and jumpy about shit like that.”

“She’s younger,” Matt explained.

Brian raised an eyebrow and downed his beer.

“How much younger?”

Matt cleared his throat, motioning to the bartender for another drink.

“She’s in her early twenties,”

Brian’s eyes went wide and he almost choked on his beer.

“Holy fuck, Sanders! You dog!”

Matt cringed, wishing he’d kept his mouth shut. He knew what the next question out of Brian’s mouth would be, and the guitarist
didn’t disappoint.

“What’s she like?” He asked “It’s been for-fucking-ever since the last time I fucked a teenager.”

“She’s not a teenager,” Matt said firmly “She’s in her twenties,”

Brian rolled his eyes.

“Dude, she’s a fucking young, tasty teenager. Capitalize on that shit.”

“It’s not like that. I care about her, a lot.”

“Sure you do, man. Sure you do.” Brian laughed.

Matt felt sick as Brian sauntered away, and he wondered to himself, ‘what the fuck am I going to do?’

~~~~

Erin

I knew that if I put it off any longer, then dropping the bomb about Zack and me on Hannah would become dangerous to her and
the babies. She could be completely shocked by the news and go into early labour, so I had to tell her now.

I’d ordered Hannah her favourite pizza and gotten one for myself, I put on her favourite movie and tried to sweeten her up for the
news because if she was in a really good mood then she wouldn’t sit on me and crush me under the triplet’s added weight at
nineteen weeks.

Hannah tossed a bite-sized piece of cheese-stuffed crust from the last slice of her pizza back into the box and dropped the box
onto the floor before rubbing her hands together to dust off the crumbs.

“So,” She started “What’s all of this for?” She asked.

“What are you talking about?” I asked innocently through the sinking feeling in my stomach as I instantly lost my appetite for the
pizza slice that I was holding.

“You bought me pizza, you’re watching my favourite movie and you’re not complaining about it and you’ve been doing everything
for me for two whole days. What gives?”

“Alright,” I sighed, dropping my slice back into the box and putting the box on the floor “I have something to tell you,”

“What is it?” She asked with concern, a frown tugging at her face as she turned to face me slightly.

“Zack and I are having an affair,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

She fell silent and so did I, the only sound that filled the room was the dialogue of the movie on the TV . her face was unreadable
and I guessed that she was taking in the information, but just when she was really starting to freak me out… she started laughing.

“What are you laughing for?” I asked, fighting back a nervous laugh of my own.

“I totally already knew that,” She answered between laughs.

“Since when?!” I squeaked, covering my mouth with my hands.

“Two days ago,” She chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye with her index finger as he laughing finally died down “I came home from
Matt’s and I could hear you talking in your room about telling me something, so I guessed that you were talking to Dale about telling
me that you guys were official or something because I noticed the shoes by the door but when I was in my room trying to drown
out the sound of you having sex again… Dale called me from his place to ask me something about work.”

“Shit,” I whispered “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew?”

“You didn’t,” She smiled softly at me “You knew about me and Matt but you waited for me to tell you, so I was doing the same
thing.”

I launched myself at her and wrapped her up in the biggest hug that I could muster, thanking her over and over again while
peppering her face with light little kisses. She laughed and tried to push me off while squealing loudly.

“Is he coming over tonight?” She asked when I finally stopped attacking her.

“No,” I chuckled “I’m seeing Dale tonight,”

“Good,” She smiled sheepishly “Because I invited Matt over here,”

~~~~

Third Person

“Hey!” Hannah called out when she heard Matt coming into the apartment.

Matt stopped short at the kitchen entryway, catching a glimpse of Hannah in there. He toed off his shoes in the hallway and then
made his way towards the kitchen, the smell of good food making him hungry.

He’d been at the bar with the guys for a few hours, but had stopped drinking after his third beer. He was so conflicted, because he
was happy whenever he was with Hannah, ridiculously so, but when he was around Brian, all he felt was the nagging, nauseating
guilt.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Hannah grinned, and when Matt laid his eyes on her, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

She was wearing boxer shorts and a tank top that was stretched over her bump, a dishcloth tucked into the boxers as a makeshift
apron. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was barefoot, dancing around the kitchen from the stove to the refrigerator to the
counter, humming a song he didn’t recognize.

He leant against the wall and watched her, how she was so natural with her movements, like she belonged.

“Your dinner will be ready in about forty-five minutes,” She told him, setting the wooden spoon down by the stove so that she could
dance over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and going up onto her tiptoes for a kiss.

Matt’s hands settled on her hips, his teeth biting gently at her lower lip. He was happy when he was with her, and that scared him.
This wasn’t meant to be a relationship.

“You must’ve had a good day,” She said softly once the kiss had ended.

“Why do you say that?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her middle and pressing his abdomen against her bump.

“That was a good fucking kiss,” She smiled, pecking him on the nose.

Matt nuzzled her cheek, smiling against her.

“This is a good way to end the day,”

“Oh, I don’t know,” She said casually “You haven’t tasted my lasagne yet. This day might end with you in the emergency room.”

He laughed, not wanting to let her go.

“We can always order in. I admire your dedication, though.”

She gave him a quick kiss before wriggling out of his arms, going back to the stove to stir the tomato sauce.

“So, how’s my big brother?” She asked “I keep meaning to call him, but you’re very distracting.”

Matt’s stomach turned and he sighed, leaning up against the counter.

“He’s good. He thinks you’re seeing someone. He misses you.”

She smiled and set down the spoon so that she could grab the baking dish, and started to assemble the lasagne.

“Does he suspect who I’m seeing?”

“No,” Matt told her “But maybe we should tell him.”

She threw a look at him over her shoulder.

“That would land you in the emergency room for sure.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” He sighed.

“Oh please, I’m kidding. He’s not going to freak out about it.”

Matt wanted her to see it from his side, he wanted her to know that without a doubt, Brian would not be okay with this.

He pushed off of the counter and went to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and cradling her stomach.

“I don’t want to talk about your brother,” He sighed tiredly.

Hannah smiled, resting against him as she haphazardly put the rest of the dinner together.

“Give me ten minutes and then I’m all yours,”

~~~~

“Matt!”

“Fuck, I know,” Matt groaned, and it struck him that most of their nights ended like this.

It had been weeks, Hannah slept at his place every night and tonight he was staying at her apartment. He ate dinner and she had
some, despite the fact that she had already had pizza just an hour before. They always had dinner, watched a movie and then
made out until Matt pulled himself together and stopped. He was still hung up on her age, on her fucking brother, that he was
finding it hard to take the next step forward.

Hannah had tried, good lord had she tried – but he was managing to stop her every time. If that meant falling asleep achingly hard
and jerking off in the shower the next morning, so be it.

Hannah had poured Matt a glass of wine, and he had taken two sips before she was kissing him softly on the lips and then
sauntered through the apartment to her bedroom.

He had followed her like a lost puppy, eagerly abandoning his untouched glass of wine in favour of watching her hips sway as she
walked, his hands moulding her ass before they reached his bedroom door.

He couldn’t ever remember being this attracted to someone. He knew it should be weird, because he could still remember pushing
a five-year-old Hannah on the swing set, and letting her stand on his feet so they could dance at Zack’s wedding with Gena. He
shouldn’t be having such impure thoughts about her, but he couldn’t help it.

“You’re not going to stop,” Hannah gasped, tearing her mouth away from Matt’s so that she could crawl onto the bed, him hot on
her tail.

“No,” He agreed, though he wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to.

His mouth collided with hers as he settled on top of her, his hands eagerly mapping out her sides.

“Matt,” She gasped again, breaking the kiss “Wanna go all the way,”

That stopped him cold. He pulled back and slid off of her, sitting up to run a hand over his face.

“Shit,” He breathed, wishing that he could think clearly.

Hannah propped herself up on her elbows, her shirt pushed up to reveal her swollen abdomen and still-sharp hipbones.

“What?” She questioned, panting slightly.

They hadn’t slept together yet. They hadn’t done anything past making out and oral sex that one time. Matt was terrified that he
would hurt her, terrified it would ruin things between them.

“Hannah,” He stressed, looking over at her. His eyes raked over her form, from the boxer shorts still hanging onto her hips, and up
over her breasts to her face. She was gorgeous, and he was definitely aroused, but he was so damn scared.

She sat up, her hands reaching out to settle on his shoulders, and she slid into his lap, straddling him.

“Matt,” She said slowly, softly running her hands down his arms to the hem of his shirt “Relax,” She breathed, tugging his shirt up
gently, and got him to raise his arms. She pulled it off and threw it behind her, her hands going to his shoulders again “It’s me,” She
purred, rocking her hips down against his “I didn’t exactly want to be nineteen weeks pregnant when this happened for the first
time, but you want this, and I want this, and there’s nothing else you should be thinking about.”

He shuddered, his hands grabbing her hips to pull her down against him so that he could rock his hips up.

“Okay,” He breathed, his resolve crumbling fast under her powers of seduction.

“Good,” She breathed, cupping his jaw to tilt his head up so she could kiss him again.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he should stop. That he never should have gone down this road with Hannah, but he was fast
letting go of all the worries that he had, distracted by the way she touched him, how her knees gripped his lips when he kissed her.
His hands were grabbing onto the hem of her shirt and pulling is up and off her before his brain had a chance to object.

He tipped them over so that he was on top again, kissing down her neck as his hands went to the waistband of her boxer shorts.

“Jesus fuck,” She breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lifted her hips when he started to drag the material down.

~~~~

“How long has it been?” Matt murmured, watching her with hooded eyes.

She smirked, her fingers skating over his balls.

“A couple of months before this,” She pointed to her stomach “You?”

He smiled, cupping her face before kissing her lips.

“Few months or so,” He admitted.
“Gotta tell you,” She whispered softly “I’ve never wanted it this bad before.”


He nodded because he knew. He knew what it felt like to want it this bad.
“How?” He asked.

“Want you on top,” She breathed, her slick fingers still sliding over him.

He nodded, gently pushing her back down, his hands pushing her legs open. She was so beautiful spread out for him on the bed.
She was a vision of perfection as he slid on top of her, leaning down to kiss her gently as his hand went between his own legs.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of his erection and gently guided himself against her wetness.

Hannah whimpered and dragged her nails down his arms.

“Ssh,” He told her gently, kissing her jaw.

“Just want you,” She moaned pitifully.

Matt couldn’t den her what she wanted anymore, pressing himself forward. There was slight resistance then scorching warmth that
had him choking out a moan. Hannah was almost beside herself, letting out a sob as he started to push inside her steadily, not
stopping until he was all the way inside.

“You okay?” He whispered, cupping her jaw.

She hadn’t realised that her eyes were shut until she opened them and looked into Matt’s caring, hazel eyes.

“I’m good,” She promised softly, wriggling slightly to get comfortable “You feel so good.”

Every whimpering compliment, every damn word that came from her mouth went straight to his dick and he couldn’t help himself
when he started to rock his hips. Slowly, to start, feeling how slick she was, how her body gripped at him perfectly.

She wrapped her long legs around his hips as best she could with her bump in the way, her hands went to his shoulders. She was
full of praise and soft sounds that Matt wanted to commit to his memory.

“I knew you’d be good,” She whispered, kissing his cheek as he started to thrust a little harder.

He was pulling out before sinking back in, letting out a groan with how greedy her body was to accept him, just how warm she
was. He could feel how slick she was against his balls; feel how much she wanted him.

“You’re amazing,” He gasped, one hand planted on the sheets next to her head, the other stroking her thigh.

“God, you know how to fuck,” She groaned, arching against him.

“Could never fuck you,” Matt whispered softly “Not fucking when it’s with you,”

She smiled, blinking up at him. He was lost in his movements and completely oblivious to her gaze, but she couldn’t help but look
at his whole face to see how much he cared about her.

He was right, it wasn’t fucking. It never would be. The years they’d known each other were preventing that, and not once did she
ever feel like she was just another notch on his bedpost.

Not once did Matt think of her as Brian’s little sister. That was so far gone now; it was a distant memory. She was a beautiful
woman who wanted him, that coveted him as much as he did her.

“You’re close,” He pointed out, nuzzling her cheek.

“Mhm,” She whimpered, her eyes shut as she gasped against his touch “Touch me, please.”

He pressed his finger against her, and gently manipulated the sensitive flesh. The reaction was immediate and he could feel her
tighten around him, her nails raking over his skin. He winced when her nails dug into his neck and he felt the sting.

“Come for me,” He whispered softly, feeling the familiar stirrings of his orgasm warm in his belly “I want to watch you,”

“Matt,” She whimpered helplessly, rocking her hips back against his “I can’t,”

“Yes, you can,” He murmured, pressing his finger more firmly against her, giving her a few sharp thrusts.

“Oh, God.” She groaned, biting down on his lower lip before sucking on it gently.

“I can feel you, Hannah, it’s okay, just come for me.”

He knew she was beautiful, he’d always thought that but there was something about the way she gasped as she came that blew
him out of the water. She was the picture of pure satisfaction, the haze of arousal setting on her face as her whole body trembled.

Matt groaned at the velvet tightness around him as she came, his finger still rubbing against her.

“Stop,” She whined, but he kept going, lightening his touch, teasing her now.

He started to move his hips a little harder, striving for the same release. He could hear his own filthy sounds as he thrust into her,
listening to the whimpers she let out from over-stimulation.

She tightened around him, and Matt groaned, his fingertips tingling at the feel of his own impending orgasm.

“Matt,” She moaned, her hips rocking up to meet his “I want to come again. Come with me,” She whispered.

He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he rocked sharply into her, feeling like he was hurtling towards the edge of release. He
couldn’t help himself, his hips speeding up, his hand tight in the sheets. It was all too much; the tightness of her body, her voice in
his ear.



With a final groan, he grabbed onto her and came, shuddering violently as he came inside of her. His thrusts soon became sloppy,
and with a final sigh he collapsed gently against her, still firmly inside her warmth.

Her fingertips danced over his back and she hummed soothingly in her ear. She praised him, kissing his earlobe and stroking his
skin, and he had never felt so content. He was actually almost asleep when he heard her grunt, and he lifted his head.

“My foot’s asleep,” She whispered softly, and he smiled, showing her his dimples.

“Sorry,” He said impishly, gently pulling out of her. He went to reach for his boxers, but Hannah’s hands were tugging him back.

“Come back,” She smiled, pulling him down against her body. She pulled the sheets up and over them and curled against his
chest.

“So, that was new,” He said after a few minutes.

She laughed against his chest, digging her nails into his side just a little

“Astute observation, Sanders. You’re more than just a pretty face,”

“You’re so fucking funny,” He laughed sarcastically.

She kissed over his tattooed chest and rubbed his hip.

“No regrets?”

“Not a single fucking one.”

Matt kissed her forehead and rubbed her back.

“You?”

“Not a single fucking one.” She answered, making him laugh and pull her closer.

Suddenly, she felt the babies start to kick inside of her, strong against her.

~~~~

Erin

I’ve always had feelings for Zack, they’ve been there for as long as I can remember and I’ve always wanted to be with him but
there’s just something about Dale that makes my knees weak, my stomach flip and my heart skip a beat. I’ve never been able to
pin-point exactly what it is about him so I think that it’s actually just him as a person, a loving, caring person.

Zack is still out with the guys and he’s had a little too much to drink because he hasn’t stopped texting me for almost an hour. I’ve
turned my phone off so that it doesn’t bother me and so that I can focus solely on Dale and what he’s talking about. He’s telling me
all about the space above the store and how he’s actually managing to get a plan drawn up for what the place would look like when
he was done with it so that he can convince Hannah to turn it into a club of sorts and he is so enthusiastic about it. I love it when
he does that; when he talks with his hands and his eyes, not just his mouth. When he is so excited about something that he talks
about it from the bottom of his heart, and I’ve seen him look exactly like this when it comes to talking about me.

“That’s not exactly what I wanted to talk to you about tonight, though.” He said, smiling nervously, placing his wine glass down on
the coffee table.

“Well what was it that you wanted to talk about?” I asked curiously, picking my glass up and taking a sip.

“I wanted to talk to you about us,” He admitted “I’m crazy about you, Erin, and I thought that having you the way that I already have
you would be enough for me but I was wrong, I’ve been proven wrong because I’ve fallen in love with you and I never want to be
without you,” I was frozen “Would you consider making things between us officially exclusive and be my girlfriend?”

I don’t know how it happened, but I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my hand and heard the shattering of glass while seeing Dale jump
slightly in his seat. The pain snapped me out of my trance and I looked down at my hand and saw shards of glass embedded into
my palm and blood pouring out of my wounds.

“Shit,” Dale exclaimed, jumping to his feet and rushing to the kitchen and I followed him like a lost puppy, apologizing over and over again.

He told me that I didn’t have anything to apologize for and said that it was his fault for scaring me so much with a question like that
and he lifted me onto the counter in front of him once he found his first-aid kit and I pulled my t-shirt off over my head when I
realised that I had splattered wine all over myself. So, here we are, I’m sitting on the counter, shirt off and squeezing his arm while
he pulls shards of glass out of my hand and standing between my legs with my knees pressed hard into his thighs.

I didn’t mean to, but I let out a soft, unwarranted sigh when his fingers grazed my wrist while he was wrapping the gauze around
my hand. His eyes flashed up to mine and locked there, holding my stare. There’s a familiar pressure building in my stomach and
we stare each other down, the intensity building and the tension so thick you can slice through it with a knife.

I don’t know who moved first, my sigh was like a starting shot and his hands were on my hips, digging into my flesh and pulling me
harder against him while my hands shot to his hair, tugging and pulling while his lips crashed against mine with a playful intensity.
His hands slid down to my ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the beginning of an erection pressing hard against
my thigh. I whimpered a little in pain when he took my hand in his and he suddenly pulled away, eyes wide with alarm and fear. He
licked his lips and stepped away from me, making sure that I was sat back on the counter safely.

“Erin,” He said heavily, his voice full of remorse “You’re hurt, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ I reached out and pulled him back to me,
spreading my legs and kissing him softly. He settled his hands back on my hips, giving them a light squeeze as I dragged my
tongue along his bottom lip, arousal pooling heavily in my stomach “I don’t want to hurt you,”

“You won’t hurt me,” I told him between kisses and then shot him a playful wink “I like it tough,” He smirked and slid his hands up
my thighs slowly and pressed his forehead against mine.

“Really?” He asked, his smirk widening at the idea of doing it rough.

“Really,” I laughed.

He kissed me hard and sloppily while his hands fumbled with the button of my jeans. I reached down to palm him through his jeans
and earned myself a deep, desperate moan from him. He shoved his hand into my panties and rubbed the tips of his fingers
against my clit in a circular motion, just how I like it and he pressed down, sending a spasm of pleasure through me.

“You like that?” He asked, sucking and licking at my neck. I buried my face in his shoulder and moaned while pushing my hips
against his hand even harder. When I tugged on his hair, he pressed down harder and bit my neck.

“Fuck…” I moaned “I need you now,”

I lifted my hips, allowing him to tear off my jeans and my panties in one movement and discard them on the kitchen floor. He looked
down at my soaking core with a needy, hungry look on his face. I reached down and tugged at his belt buckle, sliding back further
on the counter. His hands moved to my breasts and he pulled the cups of my bra down and exposed my breasts to himself and
while I worked on his pants, he leaned down to suck and play with my breast, causing my back to arch and my hips to roll against
the air, looking for friction of some sort.

His jeans and boxers fell down and pooled around his ankles and allowed his erection to spring free. I grabbed him and watched
his face as he sucked in a breath and rolled his eyes back before burying his face in my chest again, kissing and sucking on my
breasts while I pumped him in my hand, twisting and pulling, bringing his erection fully to life. He’s long and thick and hard as a
rock and my stomach flipped at the thought of how hard he was about to pound into me.

“Fuck… Erin, I can’t… Oh fuck…” His pre-cum is slicking up my hand and that makes it easy to move fast and twist hard. He’s
already throbbing and ready to come.

I let out a small yelp when he grabbed my legs and pulled me down so that I was lying down on the cool counter top while he held
up my hips. I felt him rubbing against my entrance, thick and hard and ready. His arms hooked under my thighs and he smiled
mischievously.

He slams into me and instantly starts to pound mercilessly, hitting that magical spot inside of me over and over, his grip on my
thighs tightens with every thrust that he gives. I sit up and throw one arm over his shoulder while holding myself up with my good
hand on the counter. I tried to keep up and match his pace, but he’s going to fast and slamming his hips against me with such ferocity that he’ll probably leave bruises.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned “Jesus… Dale… Yes, yes, yes, harder… oh fuck!” My voice was raw and rough as I begged him to go harder
and the knot in my stomach widened itself and got ready to explode. I’m right on the edge and it feels so intense.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He chants in reply, among other slews of swear words. I feel his shirt dampening with sweat as the fabric rubs
roughly against my exposed nipples, making them perk up more.

When I finally came, I came hard. My body trembled and shook against him so hard that he had to pin my hips down with both of
his hands, so hard that it almost hurts and suddenly I felt as though I was wetting myself, but I knew what was happening as my
body was being shredded by intense pleasure that shook me to my core.

My walls tightened and contracted around Dale, making him come, too, pushing into me and stilling. I kissed him softly, cooing and
helping him through it. His jaw clenched and he grit his teeth while squeezing his eyes shut and letting his breath come out in short,
heavy puffs.

“I… I think I made you squirt,” He chuckled while pulling out of me. I felt our juices sliding down my thighs and my arms shake
while my legs felt like Jell-O.

“Y-yeah, maybe,”

He kissed my forehead and smiled widely while I tried to catch my breath.

“Should we continue this in the bedroom?” He asked, scooping me up into his arms.

“Fuck yes,”

Notes

Smutty-smut-smut!

Enjoy!

~ LMV