there's no explanation for this besides the fact that I was horny and there's a serious dearth of trez smut on this site.


The whole thing had been Trish's idea.

Before, Trish had never given much thought to being a top when it came to sex. When she started thinking about sex as a concrete thing she could actually do instead of just a vague concept, it'd always been with her on the receiving end. When she'd grind down helplessly on her own fingers, it was to the fantasy of whatever guy she thought was hottest fucking her. She'd never imagined herself in a penetrative role.

And then, after a few guys that were lackluster in relationships and in bed, she ended up with Dez. Dez, who never cared if something was unorthodox or fell outside the narrow confines of what the world deemed "masculine." Every idea that Trish had to spice up their sex life was met with enthusiasm and an open mind, even if not all of them worked out. Not that she made all the decisions; Dez's suggestion that they roleplay in bed led to an earth-shattering orgasm that Trish still touched herself to on nights when Dez was out of town or simply not in the mood.

And it was this kind of gleeful experimentation that led to Trish considering what it'd be like if their positions were reversed. She tried to imagine herself on top, dominant as ever as Dez writhed beneath her, open and desperate and wanting- and shit, she needed to know whether that could be a reality right now.

Dez consented enthusiastically and, a couple of online purchases later, here they were. She buckled the strap-on around her, trying to get the black plastic dick situated right. Dez was already lying on their bed, watching her with a kind of starry-eyed expression. And while she really tried to not let other people's opinions influence her, it still felt pretty good that she could make her boyfriend of two years speechless just by taking her clothes off.

Dez settled back against their pillows, looking at her with a combination of trepidation and excitement as she readjusted the strap again. His legs were already half-spread as she joined him on the bed, hands grasping his thighs. She pushed his legs further apart for better access, but stopped herself before doing anything so she could capture his lips in a long, lingering kiss.

"Remember," she started once she pulled away, "if you're not into this, we can stop right away. But you have to tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay?" She fixed him with a stern look, knowing that he rarely prioritized his own pleasure when it came to sex.

He smiled at her. "I know." With that, he pulled her into another kiss, this one growing significantly more heated. She nibbled on his bottom lip and he moaned into her mouth, giving her the opportunity to plunge her tongue into his. Their lips moved in tandem and Dez's hands started to wander, one moving upward to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing gently over her nipple. This time it was her turn to moan, growing louder as his other hand started to fondle her chest as well.

She forced herself to pull away before she got too lost in his sinfully skilled hands and mouth - seriously, the things this man could do to her...She shook herself, concentrating at the task at hand even as her vagina throbbed at the memory of their former sexual escapades.

She uncapped the bottle of lube and slicked up her fingers as well as Dez's opening. She slowly pressed into him with one finger, rubbing soothing circles into the inside of his thigh when he instinctively tensed up. When his muscles once again grew lax, she started to slowly pump in and out of him, curling her finger experimentally and trying out different angles as she watched Dez's reactions. She brushed against what she was pretty sure was his prostate and a low moan erupted from him. She made sure to keep hitting that same spot over and over, delighting in the helpless whines that rose from Dez's throat.

When she carefully added another finger, Dez's reaction was noticeable. His legs instinctively spread a little wider as though he was inviting more of her digits inside of him and his moans grew louder and more frequent, like he was begging for more through sounds alone. She obliged him, pressing against that same bundle of nerves and his voice jumped, cracking apart on a whine. She pumped her fingers even faster, mapping out his most pleasurable spots by the way he started trying to press back into her hand whenever she pulled out. She reached out to anchor him to the bed by the hip, to make sure his involuntary movements didn't injure him as she started to scissor her fingers, opening him up bit by bit

She added a third finger and decided to test the waters with a little dirty talk; both of them enjoyed it, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to push her luck with teasing while both of them were so completely out of their comfort zones.

"Looks like somebody likes it up the ass," she purred. He looked at her, eyes blown wide with lust, blue eclipsed almost entirely by black. He didn't look thrown or uncomfortable by her words, so she kept going. "Has anyone ever told you how hot you look like this? A whiny, moaning mess, desperate for my cock." She punctuated her statement by pressing against his prostate once more and he threw his head back, crying out to the heavens above.

She pulled her fingers out entirely and he voiced his displeasure in the form of a high, needy whine. As she lubed up her strap-on, she took a moment to admire her boyfriend. She wasn't lying when she said he looked hot like this, utterly ravished and desperate for more of her. His hair was messy and his face was flushed, freckles almost blending into the redness of his skin. His chest heaved in lustful pants, the movement only drawing more attention to his hard, aching cock.

Hopefully, Trish could remedy that soon enough.

She lined the plastic dick up with Dez's opening, but didn't push in yet. Instead, she caught Dez's eyes, silently asking if he wanted to continue. He nodded frantically and jerkily, and a smirk crept over her face; now that she had his consent, she had no qualms about pushing her teasing a little further. "Come on, Dez, use your words."

He blinked, as though the concept of words was utterly foreign to him. She traced his entrance with her thumb and the sensation was enough to propel him into English. "I- I want you to fuck me."

It came out as a breathy gasp, utterly broken in a way that sent a wave of heat straight to Trish's core. She was tempted to just say fuck it and ride him until she was seeing stars, but the idea of her fucking him into oblivion was too appealing to pass up.

She grinned at him. "Good, because I'm going to pound you until you can't walk tomorrow."

Another high whine from Dez, though she couldn't tell if it was from her words or from the fact that she had finally pushed the tip of her strap-on past the ring of muscles encircling Dez's hole. She pressed into him slowly, pausing whenever his groans started to teeter more towards "pained" than "aroused." She pulled out at the same speed, struggling to find the same bundle of nerves that he found so pleasurable before; navigating with plastic was much harder than navigating with her fingers. Her rhythm still wasn't steady and she kept almost slipping out. But once she was more comfortable with her thrusts, she started to add in other ministrations.

She leaned down and reconnected their lips. Eager as always, Dez immediately started to kiss her back and tried to push his tongue into her mouth. It pressed delicately against hers and the hand she had wound into his hair clenched at the strands like they were the only things grounding her to reality. When she pulled back to breathe, Dez's lips relocated to her neck, sucking and nipping with more force than he would have used if he was in a completely clear state of mind and not being slowly but steadily pushed to the edge. Not that she was complaining.

As she pushed in fully and ground down deep inside him, her hands began to stroke down his torso. They quickly found his nipples and she started playing with them, twisting and pulling on them until the hickeys Dez was giving her dissolved into helpless moans. She rolled one between her fingers and the resulting whimper was like music to her ears; it left her utterly dripping. He returned the favor by returning to her breasts, kneading the flesh and tugging at her nipples in a way that made it clear he knew all her sweet spots.

His body jolted with each powerful thrust and she could tell he was getting close. His mouth was still on her neck, but his kisses were growing increasingly sloppy, pressing into whatever skin was available; his moans and whines were getting louder and started to blend into each other, one beginning where the other ended. His hands moved away from her chest again, this time clenching almost desperately into her hair as he edged ever closer to complete bliss.

Her hand drifted down to his dick as she contemplated; The idea of forcing Dez to come on her strap alone was undeniably hot and Trish was definitely planning on trying that out (or at least asking about it) in the future. But that seemed a bit...much considering it was their first time switching like this, so she decided to save it for later. For now, she reached down between them and took Dez's cock in her hands. A combination of pre-come and the last vestiges of lube still clinging to her fingers made everything easier for her as she started to jerk him off. Her hand moved in steady, even strokes, a firm contrast to her still uneven thrusts.

Dez's kisses along her neck had long faded into drawn-out moans against her skin, occasionally interspersed with breathless sentence fragments that all contained the words "fuck" or "Trish." His hips bucked of their own accord as the simulation overwhelmed him.

"Fuuuck." The word was drawn out into a whine as she hit his prostate once again. "I th-think - oh God - Trish, I think I'm close," he managed to stutter out between lust-tinged pants and groans.

"Good." The hands wrapped around his dick moved even faster and she flicked her thumb over the head. "That's it, baby, come for me."

And it was like that - her explicit command - was all Dez needed. His back arched as he came undone, his cock spurting white as he found his release. His hands clutched at her hair as he whimpered into the sweat-slicked skin of her neck. She fucked him through it, her hips continuing to move in slow thrusts until he was done.

"Holy shit," he murmured once he was spent, his cum drying between them. He sounded slightly dazed, like it was his first time all over again. The idea that she was the one who had reduced him to mindless ecstasy, that she was the one who fucked him until he saw stars was so incredibly arousing. Her pussy clenched with the need to be touched and filled.

But, instead of giving into the urge to shove her boyfriend's face between her thighs until she blissed out on his tongue, she grinned at him. "It was good then?"

He didn't pick up on her teasing. "So good." He sat up - slightly awkwardly since since was still inside him - and pressed a frantic, sloppy kiss to her lips like he was raring for a round two. "So, so good," he panted out between kisses - no longer content with her mouth, his lips migrated to every available part of her; her cheeks, her jaw, her forehead. One hand wound into her hair as he went to town on her neck again, pressing hard, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. Her eyes fluttered close and the heat building in her tripled, which of course was exactly when her boyfriend decided to pull away. Clearly his timing was impeccable. "Do you think you could, uh, take it out though? It's starting to get uncomfortable."

She blinked. "Oh, right, sorry." She started to shuffle backwards and the strap-on came out inch by inch. A string of lube still connected the tip of her dick to Dez's hole, growing thinner until it snapped and holy shit she needed some part of Dez inside of her right fucking now.

Thankfully, Dez was very attentive to her unspoken desires because the second she was completely out, he reconnected their mouths with a passion. Their lips moved in tandem as Dez reached down and started fumbling with the strap-on. After several failed attempts to undo its buckles, he pulled away with a frustrated grunt.

"How do you-"

"Dez," she cut him off a playful smile as she replaced his hands with her own. She made quick work of the straps and tossed the device to the floor, where it wouldn't get in their way again.

Dez pressed another frantic kiss to her lips as he slowly guided her down on her back. Once her head hit the pillows, Dez began to make his way down her body. He bit at her collarbone and then took her boob into his mouth, tongue swirling around her nipple in a way that made her back arch off the bed. He planted firm, deliberate kisses down her stomach and mons until his mouth met her dripping folds. His tongue pressed flat against her and he licked upwards, sending bolts of white-hot pleasure through her.

There was a long, long list of things she loved about Dez and if you asked what her favorite was, she'd struggled to find an answer that wasn't just "everything." If you asked what her favorite thing about him in the bedroom was, it'd be a far easier answer: his mouth. He could drive her crazy with just his tongue, push her over the edge again and again until she couldn't even remember her own name. Sometimes it was hard to believe she was the first person he's had sex with.

He lapped at her aching core, bringing her the relief she was desperate for. He traced her lower lips with his tongue, briefly pushing his way inside of her before pulling back. With each passing swipe, the heat inside of her grew hotter, all of her nerve-endings alight with pleasure. Her hips canted toward his face and he gently pushed her back down to the bed, not even pausing in his cunnilingus. Her hands threaded through his hair, holding him in place against her slick folds.

What really brought her to brink was when he started using his fingers. At first he simply used them to hold her labia apart so he could press his tongue directly against her slit. But then they took a more active role as he stuffed two directly inside her, their passage made easier by how wet she already was. They immediately curled against her g-spot, making her moan and grind down against Dez's slender digits. He started to pump in and out of her, though his eyes never left hers, as though he was gauging her reactions like she did his.

He once again licked around her folds, but this time his tongue traveled further upward, brushing gently against her clit. He probed it with his tongue a few times, watching as her eyes rolled back and a high whine escaped her. When he wrapped his mouth around the nub and sucked on it delicately, the hand in his hair tightened to an almost painful degree as he perfectly straddled the line between pleasure and overstimulation.

"Oh god- oh fuck- Dez," she babbled as waves of heat crashed over her, burning away any kind of rational thought and leaving only raw nerve endings behind. He pulled back slightly to add a third finger and Trish swore she was in heaven.

His fingers crooked against her g-spot once again and that combined with his unrelenting tongue against her clit was what pushed her over the edge. Her hips bucked and her walls spasmed around Dez's digits. She howled in pleasure, eyes fluttering close as every muscle inside her clenched and then relaxed. Slick gushed out of her and the feeling of Dez lapping at it drew out her orgasm even longer. Her toes curled and she fisted the bedsheets until it passed, leaving her completely spent.

Her eyes cracked open just in time to see Dez take his glistening fingers and stick them directly in his mouth to clean them off. Her pussy grew wet again at the sight, like the orgasm she just had meant nothing. "Keep pulling stuff like that and I'm never gonna let you leave this bed," she said.

His eyebrows quirked as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. He grinned, moving over on top of her so their faces were barely an inch apart. "Well, now I've got no incentive to stop." He kissed her, warm and deep, and the fact that she could taste traces of her own release on his lips was far hotter than it had any right to be.

Dez's tongue licked into her mouth, reigniting the fire she had just put out. And when his hands started to wander again, she knew that it'd be a while longer before either of them saw the outside of this room.

She was fine with that.