"Can't, um, just, um..." Dennis finds himself at a loss for words, mouth going dry as Trinity smirks at him.
"Nngh-!" He lets out an embarrassingly loud noise as she grinds against him again, and he can't help the way his hands squeeze her hips again. "Trin- Trin, someone could-could see, and, and-"
"Nobody is going to see. You're such a worrywart. I'm doing something nice for you here, dude. Just relax and enjoy it, jeez."
"Um." It's hard to focus on anything other than the way her wet pussy feels against him, how slick it is, how warm. "Um, okay, okay, yeah, okay. Sorry, sorry."
"Okay. That's better. Now, come on. Hop to." She reaches out to take one of his wrists and settles it on her chest again.
"Oh, gosh, Trin, I mean, um, I really, ummmm-"
"If you're going to keep on whining," she mutters, "you need to figure out something else to do with your mouth."
"I want you to shut up." She tangles her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and tugs him forward so that his mouth is level with her nipple.
"Oh my God, just fucking do it already before I change my mind."
That's all it takes for him to close the distance between them and wrap his lips around her hard, damp nipple. She tastes like skin and chlorine, and the noise he makes when he presses his tongue against her is nothing short of pathetic. His other hand paws pathetically at her other tit, and his hips start to move in uncoordinated little rocks.
"Jesus," she huffs out a little laugh that's cut short by a moan. "You're like an overeager little puppy that'll hump anything it can get its dick wet with."
He can't help but whine again, too lost in the way her nipple feels in his mouth and her cunt against his dick to bite back with the fact that she's grinding on him too. His fingers move clumsily over her nipple, his thighs shaking, desperate. He tries to angle himself just so, just enough to-
"Don't even fucking think about it. There is no way I'm letting you put your dick in me."
He whines again, pulling back enough that he can rest his forehead against her sternum. "Please, please, please-"
He's breathing heavily at that point, his brain a little fuzzy around the edges as heat pools in his stomach. "Triiiiiin."
"You're such a baby, Dennis, jeez. All worked up over this?"
He only whines in response.
"If you make a mess on me, you're the one that's going to clean it up."
"I will, I will, I can!" He nods frantically against her skin, hips rocking incessantly up against hers, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. "I gotta- oh, oh, oh-!"
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, he's tumbling over the edge, his cock spurting onto her thighs, his own, and a little onto the long-abandoned towel. His whole body quivers as she continues to rock against him, hand still loosely gripping at her tits.
He doesn't do anything other than nod.
They sit there for a few moments before the hand that never left his hair is tugging, pulling his head up slightly. "Alright. I told you that if you made a mess, you'd have to be the one to clean it up. Come on." She scoots back enough that he can assess the damage he's done and tugs his head downward slightly. "Clean up your mess, Dennis."
