Three in the morning was the time most people were in bed, where they had been sound asleep for hours now and would remain for several more.  That’s exactly what she was doing until aggressive pounding loud enough to split the silence of the night startled her out of her slumber.  One set of fingers darted over her chest to settle her heart that threatened to leap out of its cage, the other felt around in the dark until they wrapped around the textured handle of the pistol she kept on her nightstand.  She sat perfectly still in that position that for a moment, both listening and trying to make out what it was that she was hearing.  Someone wasn’t just knocking at her door; they were trying to kick the damn thing in.  Each forceful kick caused the very foundation her home sat on to creak.  She tossed the sheets off her body and padded quickly out of her room without caring that the trailer was small enough that if someone was listening, they’d definitely hear movement inside.

After gathering her nerves, she peered through the blinds of the window adjacent to the door in hopes of catching a glimpse of the perpetrator before putting a bullet between their eyes.  The tail of a trench coat fluttering with every boot to the door made her groan.  Of course, it’d be him.  Who else would bother her at this hour after knowing she would have just settled down after a long ass evening shift?  As tempted as she was to blow his head right off his shoulders for waking her up like this in the middle of the night, she lowered her weapon.

“Hey!” she yelled out as her fist rapped on the glass between them to get the Dude’s attention.  “Cut that shit out!”

“Open the damn door,” he replied, punctuated with one final kick that shook the trailer again.  That fucker.  He could be so goddamn childish.  It’s a wonder that one of the neighbors hadn’t splattered his brains across the vinyl siding for being so damn loud at this time of night.

With a huff, she flipped the light switch on and sat her gun on the coffee table before turning back to undo the latch and deadbolt.

“Christ, you can’t knock like a normal person?” fell from her mouth before she even got finish swinging the door open.  She stood in the doorway in nothing but her underwear and a t-shirt, stared down at the indention of his boot on her door, then looked at him in pure irritation.  “What do you want?”

“Left something here,” he said and pushed past her inside.  After slamming the door behind him, she turned to watch in disbelief as he immediately started tearing her living room apart.

“Whoa, whoa!”  She was quick to reach a glass vase full of dollar store flowers from crashing to the ground after a throw pillow hit the side of the table it was on.  After sitting it back in its spot, she jumped over and grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him from tossing another cushion off the couch.  “The fuck are you looking for?”

He didn’t answer, only bucking her off of him as he continued to ransack the place.  In her exhaustion and growing impatience, she lost what little control was left in her.  She grabbed the collar of his coat and tugged him back.  Her palm then slapped the side of his cheek with as much force as she could muster.

“Is it your pipe?  Huh?” she spat, smacking him again.  “That what you want?”  His hand came up to shield his face from a third swat, only for her to shove him forward.  Dude fell onto the cushion-less couch.  He twisted himself around to catch her as she swiped the gun off the coffee table and stormed off towards her bedroom.  “It’s in the fucking bathroom.  Get it and get the fuck out,” she called out, using the gun to gesture towards the bathroom, then him, then the front door.  After throwing up a middle finger, she entered her room and slammed the door behind her.

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he muttered to himself while rubbing his cheek.  He already felt like shit.  Withdrawals were kicking his ass.  Now she had to put her hands on him?  As he pushed himself up to his feet, he decided he had no choice but to go in there and give her a piece of his mind.  As he stomped through the modest abode, he passed the open bathroom door and stopped.  Peeking inside, he saw his pipe right there by the sink.  Not where he remembered leaving it, but he was glad to see it.  He picked it up and inspected it.  Sure enough, it still had some of the good stuff in it.  Though there wasn’t much left, it was better than the nothing he had back at his place.  That woman was a lot of things— unstable, insatiable, and downright vindictive, but at least he could trust her not to smoke his shit.  With a sigh of relief, he brought out his lighter to hit it right there in her bathroom.

Seconds after hearing that familiar crackle while inhaling the smoke, all felt right in the world.  That splitting headache of his dissipated and the stinging of his cheek vanished.  He sat the pipe back down and walked towards her bedroom.  His attempt to let himself in was halted when the knob wouldn’t twist.  Thinking nothing of it as if her volatile outburst never happened, he tapped on the door with his knuckles.  A muffled “fuck off” came from the other side of the door.  Shaking his head, he chuckled and knocked again.

“Lemme in, honey,” he said, his tone almost melodic.  It was the exact opposite that it had been only minutes before, though the hint of snark was ever present.  “You know, they say you shouldn’t go to bed angry.”

Inside the room, the old springs of her mattress creaked as she rolled over onto her back and dragged a hand down her face.  She knew better.  She fucking knew that she shouldn’t entertain him.  It was late.  She was tired.  He was a fucking sociopath that she probably should have never let anywhere near her pussy in the first place… but goddammit, that voice always found a way to stir her right in the loins.  As much as she didn’t want to, she reasoned that she might as well let him in while he was in a good mood instead of allowing the crack to wear off and him to start trying to kick this door in too and having to explain that to her landlord.  She threw back the covers again in spite of herself and walked to the door to unlock it.  The moment it cracked, he pushed his way in.  However, this time, he took her into his arms and held her close.  One of his hands grabbed a handful of her ass, which was barely covered by the panties she slept in.  The sudden affection made her eyes roll, though he couldn’t see that with her face pressed against his chest.  Her nose crinkled as his smell hit her.  That cocktail of potent Dude musk, gunpowder, possibly human blood, and God knows what else was strong, but she didn’t find it foul enough to push him away.  In fact, it took everything in her not to melt against him.

“Come on, Dude,” she sighed, knowing exactly where this was going but still trying to maintain some semblance of control over her situation.  “Not tonight…”

The hand that wasn’t full of her ass came up to the back of her head, fisting around the faded strands of her dyed hair and giving them a light tug to bring her eyes up to him.  He peered down at her over the lens of his shades.  Even with the only light coming from down the hall, she could make out the stark contrast between his vivid green irises and the tell-tale red that surrounded them.  They’d be mesmerizing if he wasn’t so damn infuriating.

“We haven’t seen each other in a week,” he purred.  She winced as his fist tightened and tugged at her scalp.  He leaned in, letting his mouth hover over her ear.  The warmth of his breath and bristly hair of his goatee tickled the shell as he dropped his voice to a sultry whisper.  “C’mon, lady.  Don’t be a bitch.  We both know you miss me.”

She swallowed, feeling her resolve crumbling.  Had it really been a week?  She’d been so busy with work and being a functioning, mostly sober member of society that it felt like just yesterday that she was pinned face down beneath him on dingy sheets in that dump he called home, praying that she had remembered to take her birth control during the brief moments she could think straight.  But a week in his boots was like a lifetime considering the bullshit he somehow always managed to get involved in.  Who knew what the fuck he could have gotten up to since they’d last seen one another?

This was going to go about as well as it always did.  She’d wind up under him and he’d start his thing.  He wouldn’t be able to keep it up long enough for anything satisfying to happen to either of them.  She’d feel bad and try to at least get him off, either by stroking him until her wrist got sore or facing a tangy mouthful of the most bitter dick known to man.  After a while, he’d get pissed and frustrated, then storm off.  To calm himself down, he’d hit the pipe again, completely ignoring the fact that it got him in this mess in the first place, and return determined to give it another try.  Rinse and repeat.  Her fatigue would catch up with her long before he was willing to admit defeat.  That shit kept him up all night, but she’d doze off into a restless sleep as he continued to violate her.

It sounded awful when she laid it out like that.  To be fair, it probably was awful and other women would not put up with it for one night, let alone months at this point… But damn if the thought of a long, frustrating night under him didn’t make her panties wet.  She wanted him.  Every dirty, grimy, fucked up, depraved part of him.  There was just something about him that turned her stupid.  She could act like she was so much better off than him for never getting hooked on the hard stuff, but the truth was that she wasn’t without her own crippling addiction.  Unfortunately, hers happened to be him and as much as she knew she should brush him off and how shitty it’d leave her feeling after the fact, she needed her fix.

Christ, as many firearms and shit as he owned, her own desires managed to be his most dangerous weapon against her.  No matter how bad they could treat each other or how much he got under her skin, she kept a soft spot for him.  It was the exact reason why she was such easy prey.  But just because she was desperate didn’t mean she had to act like it.

“Fine, but make it quick,” she said with a huff. 

Dude lifted his face to look into her eyes.  The corners of his mouth curled up in a smug smirk that she just wanted to smack off his face.

“Yeah,” he breathed.  “That’s what I thought.”

He didn’t give her a chance to let that regret seep in before he shoved her back.  He moved so swiftly that her ass was knocked onto the squeaky mattress in the blink of an eye and her shirt was yanked off seconds later, leaving her naked except her lacy bottoms.  She could do nothing but look up at him as he fumbled with his jeans and shrugged off his coat.  As the leather hit the carpet and his pants pooled around his boots, she tried her best not to let her face betray her.  She hoped to look unamused as she eyed the way he was already half-chubbed and leaking pre into his boxers.  He must have followed her eyes, because he grabbed himself.

“You honestly came to the door in pretty much nothing but your panties, waving a gun around and didn’t expect this to happen?” he taunted.  “And you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“If I was smart, I would have shot you.”

“Yeah?  Well, lucky I keep you around for those boobs and not your brains, huh?”

The retort she had in her chest died in her throat when he unceremoniously spat in his palm and reached in his boxers to stroke himself.  She groaned in disgust. 

“I do own real lube,” she said.  “Plenty of it, actually.”

“Yeah, yeah.  Everyone knows you got the fancy shit,” mocked Dude.  “Been doing this longer than you, sweetheart.  I don’t need your sex-ed or your sales pitch.”

“Sales pitch… Christ.  I just don’t need gonorrhea again.”

Dude’s hand stilled and he clicked his teeth.

“You really gonna bring that up for the rest of time?” he asked.  That hint of amusement was still present, as if he thought it was funny that they both had to piss fire for a week because of his nasty ass.  “Thought I told you not to be a bitch.”

“And I thought I told you to make it quick.”

His eyes narrowed into slits behind those dark lenses of his, and he slid his boxers off his bony hips before reaching down to yank the panties down her thighs with a rough jerk.  He dropped to his knees on the mattress.  The springs continually creaked in protest as he positioned himself between her legs.  Calloused hands gripped plush thighs and spread them wide.  One soon went back to grip his semi hard-on to tug it once more and line himself up.

“You ready for this?” his husky voice rumbled.  As sexy and playful as it sounded, it was rhetorical, of course.  They both knew he had no intention of any further prep.  He wasn’t going to let it get any harder.  He wasn’t going to use the lube.  He wasn’t going to slide on a condom.  Hell, he wasn’t even going to ease in.  This was all about him.  She wasn’t along for the ride; she was the ride.  That question only served to give her enough time to brace herself before clumsily cramming the blunt head of his cock into her.

Her eyes squeezed shut and her knuckles turned white at the sudden intrusion.  By the time all four measly inches were jammed inside and his balls were flush against her ass, she relaxed back against the sheets.  For once, she was grateful for how bafflingly irresistible she found him.  Lord knows how much worse it would have felt if she wasn’t this wet already.

“Mmm, fuck.  Damn, baby.  That feels great.”

As he picked up the pace, Dude’s groans were downright smutty.  They would be excessive if it were anyone else haphazardly humping her like this, but him being vocal was about all she got out of this arrangement on a typical night.  In spite of all his flaws, his tone was warm honey to both her ears and pussy.  It didn’t matter what bullshit he was spewing; it always did dirty things to her.  Honestly, she could probably get off by rubbing her clit to him reading a Chinese menu.  Ooh, maybe she’d pick one up next time she was at Cock Asian… 

She must have clenched at either the idea of that or her body did on reflex, because a smarmy, breathy laugh escaped him as he popped her ass.

“Yeah?  You like that?”

As corny as that was, if he kept up the dirty talk, this might not be so one sided.  When she closed her eyes and ignored the other four senses in favor of listening, the scene could pass as pretty hot.  The quasi-rhythmic squeaks of the mattress, his low grunts and huffs, and moist smacking of his hips against her cheeks were auditory ambrosia.  She hummed in response to him as one hand drifted down to touch herself, hoping that would suffice as positive reinforcement to keep him going.

“That’s a good girl.  See how easy this is when you’re not bitching every step of the way?  Just lay there and let me make you feel good.”

Making her feel good was a stretch, but she was too tired to bother setting him straight.  It was pointless to talk tough when this scrawny fuck of all people had her bent in half.  She just nodded and continued circling her clit while focusing on his voice rather than what was being said.  As sleepy as she was, she hoped that maybe she’d be able to doze back off and have a decent wet lucid dream.

Her attempt to astral project to a world of pleasure was thwarted when she swore that she felt a droplet hit her cheek, followed by a puff of air.  Her reluctant eyes opened to the jump scare that was his face inches in front of hers.  The sweat he had worked up was dripping from him and had caused his shades to slide down the bridge to the tip of his nose.  The determination in his bloodshot stare was unsettling, completely divorcing her from the fantasy of being anywhere else but under him.  Under heavy eyelids, his pupils were blown wide, by desire or the chemicals he inhaled was anyone’s guess.  Like a trainwreck, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.  His ginger brows were knit.  Nostrils flared with every breath.  She found herself taking in every detail, mapping each fine line and every freckle… She found it kind of cute that he had them, though voicing that would probably get the shit smacked out of her.  Her eyes landed on his thin lips, etched in a frown yet slightly parted.  Her breath hitched when she thought about how easy it would be to crane her neck the slightest amount so her mouth could meet his.  She could already taste him.  While pleasant wouldn’t be the word she’d use to describe it, she found her mouth watering for it.  It was a stupid, stupid idea… but he wasn’t with her for her brains, was he?

She pulled the hand that she had been using to tease herself out from between their bodies and tossed it over his shoulder.  Her fingertips were replaced with the tickle of his bush against her sensitive nub as he continued rolling his hips.  That unexpected friction brought a genuine moan out of her; one she hadn’t even known she was capable of making around him.  The sound satisfied him enough to make him grin, instantly irritating her.  She just knew he was going to say something stupid, so that hand on his shoulder smoothed upwards.  The fine hairs of his neck stood as her fingertips ghosted past them only to roughly grip the back of his head and tug him down to shut him up before he had the chance to further piss her off.

Their mouths collided in a sloppy, bitter kiss that was all teeth and tongue.  She tasted tobacco and stale beer and… what she assumed had to be whatever else he smoked since it was completely foreign and she only ever tasted it on him.  His grasp on her tightened.  The jagged, chewed down nails dug into her plush flesh like he was going to tear her apart.  With this death grip, he lifted her hips in an attempt to plunge his cock deeper inside.  He wasn’t coring her out by any means, but this new leverage did manage to stroke some of the more sensitive parts in her cunt and was certainly welcome.  She clenched around him and used his tongue to muffle her moan.  This psychotic fucker had managed to get her aroused enough that the filthy squelch of him fucking her wet pussy resonated through the small trailer.  Maybe she was too harsh on him earlier…  Maybe this would be one of rare times that reminded her why she kept him around…

Nope. 

It was like fucking clockwork.  As soon as she began to think like this evening might not be a total waste, his hips stilled.  His forehead pressed against her shoulder and his jaw fell slack.   He tensed, shuddering and groaning as his twitching cock spurted into her unprotected cunt.

Dude’s climax left her groaning as well, but out of pure frustration instead.  Fuck!  She had been close.  She was so goddamn close, and this fucking limp dick crackhead just had to nut first.  There was no chance in hell he was going to get it up again tonight, not if he planned on walking right back into that bathroom and hitting the pipe when he could feel his legs again.  As his spent body relaxed against her, she shoved him to the side of her with a growl.

He looked over at her, breathless and dazed.  She wanted to slap that stupid dreamy look off his face.  She didn’t even want to look at him.

“What’s wrong, ba—?”

“Don’t fucking ‘what’s wrong, babe’ me,” she snapped.  Where the fuck would she begin?  On top of being tired after working a double, on edge from having her sleep violently interrupted, and agitated from having her door kicked in and her living room ransacked, now she had just been unfairly edged by a man who had no intentions of finishing her off.  What was wrong?  It didn’t matter.  He didn’t want an actual answer anyway.  Words would fall flat.  She moved swiftly to straddle his chest, not even caring of the mess she was making.

Robbed of his afterglow, Dude stared daggers up at her with clenched teeth.  He opened his mouth, likely to bitch her out, but was silenced by a finger smushed to his lips. 

“Don’t.  Don’t you say a word.”  She knew better than to let him start talking.  She had no idea if he knew it was her weakness or not, but she refused to give him that leverage.  Not tonight.  With her free hand, she plucked the shades right off his face and tossed them to the side.  The furrow of his brow had shifted from irritation to confusion when she stood on her knees.  “How about you put your mouth to good use for once?”

He twisted his head to free his mouth from her finger.  When he looked up, all he saw was her thick, creamy thighs above him.  The view might not have been so bad if he was ignorant to what was trickling down them.  His lip curled in disgust when he realized where this was going.

“I am not licking my own nut out of you.  You must be out of your goddamn mind.”

Her fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair and held them by their greasy roots.

“You’ll do what the fuck I tell you to do,” she said, tugging his hair hard enough to make him wince.  “Or I swear, I’ll smother your sorry ass.  You don’t get to bust into my house just to bust a nut at three in the fucking morning only to leave me laying in it again while you make my bathroom smell like a crack house.  I’m not getting off your face until you make me cum— and hard, so you better start licking like your pathetic life depends on it.”

She let go of his hair, letting his head drop down to the pillow as she reached for the headboard to steady herself.  She shifted her knees, spreading her legs so that her dripping slit was directly over his mouth.  She could still see his face and caught the way he turned his nose up, which only set her off more.

“You can’t be serious,” she scoffed.  She’d had to choke down loads that tasted like battery acid and gotten sprayed in the face with biohazardous piss that looked, smelled, and tasted radioactive.  Not only that, she’d seen Dude eat bags of fast food or random slices of pizza he’d just found lying around town before.  All the awful shit he put in his body and he acted like running his tongue through the thing that was just decent enough to run his dick through would poison him.  She couldn’t believe him!  She was better than this.  She could have anyone she wanted in Paradise, and had.  There were contacts in her phone that would arrive at her door even at this time of night in minutes, ready and willing to pick up where he left off.  She didn’t want them though.  She wanted this ungrateful, selfish shit stain to remember his place… Remember that she allowed him to use her… Remember that she was the single greatest fucking thing that would ever happen to him.  This metaphorical slap in the face was enough to make her snap.  She snatched the gun back off the nightstand and pressed the cold muzzle to his temple.  “I’ve had bitches beg and pay to be in your position.  I’ve had more women’s faces in my cooch than you could even imagine sticking your pathetic dick in, and twice as many men.  You think you’re too good to do something I could charge for?  You?  Some wasted middle-aged social parasite?  Don’t be ridiculous.  Since I like you so much— for some unknown fucking reason, I’ll let you taste for free instead of paying with your life.  Now, be a good boy instead of a fucking sissy and eat… the… fuck… up!”

The last words of her rant were emphasized with multiple harsh jabs to Dude’s temple.  The fleeting pleasure of both his high and climax had quickly faded, leaving him agitated and worse than when he showed up.  His eyes drifted from her face to peer at the gun’s barrel with his peripheral vision.  He gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared in annoyance, though he knew better than to do or say anything to set her off further.  As much as he wanted to strangle her or snatch the gun from her hands and show her a fucking sissy, he had enough sense to pick his battles wisely.  She could deny it all she wanted, but this manic whore was as deranged as him, perhaps more so since she was better at hiding that side of her.  Fuck, that’s exactly what drew him to her.  He’d rather have a nymphomaniacal nutcase pull a gun and force herself on him than deal with a nagging bitch that wouldn’t put out.  If he had any plans to keep coming around, he knew he had to accept this fate.  He screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through his nose.  Instead of fresh air, all he inhaled was the heady scent of her sex.  It was potent enough to leave him lightheaded, but he couldn’t attempt to take another breath before she dropped right on his face.

A sadistic smile formed when she heard the muffled grunt from him and felt the vibrations against her labia.  She began to grind on him.  Each roll of her hips was deliberate, not careless enough to break his neck with her heft but enough to smear her arousal along his mouth and let her clit graze his nose.  That alone might have been enough to satiate her if she kept at it enough, but she had no intentions of doing all the work.  It didn’t take much of that before she felt the tip of his tongue poke out to test the waters.

“Go on,” she said, urging him on.  “Don’t be shy.”

She nudged him again with the gun to punctuate her point.  The cold steel’s gentle reminder served to expedite his experimentation.  His fingers finally curled around her thighs.  He opened his mouth, flattening his tongue to drag it through her folds.  The unexpected cooperation left her shivering in delight.

“Ooh, fuck,” she breathed.  “That’s it.  Keep going.”

Dude did just that, not that he had much of a choice.  He started lapping at her cunt, lathering his tongue with his own remaining bitter cum and her tangy juices.  He was as sloppy and uncoordinated with it as he was with his dick, but at least this was getting quicker results.  The squeeze of her thighs against his ears seemed to be a good indicator of that.

“Maybe… Maybe you’re not as worthless at this as I thought…”  Though her voice wasn’t as steady as she hoped it would be, she tried to keep up the act.  The hold she had on the gun went lax and she eventually guided it away to let it lay on the pillow so she could card her fingers through his hair.  He reacted positively to this, sighing against her slit.  “You know, I oughta sit right here until I get every single one you robbed me of out of you, but if you can give me one good one, I think that’ll suffice for tonight.”

Dude made an attempt to nod his head to acknowledge her mercy, bumping his nose against her clit again in the process.  This sent a shudder through her that had her nearly yanking a fistful of his hair out.  He wasn’t completely clueless despite appearances, nor was he completely out of touch with a partner’s body.  He managed to put the two together and adjusted his attention to follow his nose, so to speak.  His tongue felt around the area, trying to pinpoint the spot that earned that prior reaction from her.  When a certain lick caused her to gasp and bounce, he knew he’d found his way to freedom.

All of his efforts zeroed in on her clit.  He lapped around it, making certain that the last reaction wasn’t just a fluke.  Sure enough, it wasn’t.  Even though her thighs muffled the sound, he had never heard a woman squeal like that… Well, not in pleasure.  His aggravation and reluctant participation of the situation morphed into a bit of arrogance that urged him to try to get her off as fast as he could.  He replaced his tongue with his lips and gave the area a quick suck.  She bucked against his face as her cries filled the little trailer.  He kept at it, alternating between licking and sucking as she writhed above him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted.  She was losing herself, and fast.  Her knuckles were white as she pushed his face into her cunt to meet his ministrations.  She rocked her hips against him, feeling everything between her legs from his lips to his jaw to his soaked goatee.  Her thighs were beginning to quiver, and her knees were feeling weak.  She couldn’t form words anymore, just a string of unintelligible whines, whimpers, and moans.  All it took was a few more swipes of the tongue before pleasure gushed out of her.  The clench of her thighs nearly popped his head off and it was getting harder for him to breath.  She rode it out, rutting her pelvis against his mouth as the waves of the first orgasm he’d graced her with in a while ebbed over her.

She eventually sagged forward against the headboard, panting and gasping as if she’d just run a marathon.  From beneath her, Dude pushed upwards on her haunches to make enough room for him to slide out from under her to sit up.  She adjusted her position as well, slumping back against the headboard as she breathlessly kept an eye on him.  He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to wipe his face.  Her eyes fell down to his thin body, taking in everything from the freckles that dotted his chest and shoulders to the sparse ginger treasure trail that led her down to his… erection?  Aww, had he gotten hard from eating her out even after acting like a huge pussy about it?  In spite of her exhaustion, she cracked a smile.

“You… fucking loved that… Hm?”

He let the soiled shirt drop and looked at her.  It took him a few seconds to register her words before he looked down, then to the side with a huff.  He felt around the mattress until he found his glasses and tossed them back on his face before snatching the gun.

“What’d I tell you earlier?” he said, holding it up but pointing it at the ceiling.  “You can’t pull this on me and expect this not to happen.”

She let out an airy laugh, shaking her head.

“You’re fucked up.  You know that?”

“Yeah, yeah.  Misery loves company,” he muttered.  He placed the gun on the nightstand so he could pull his boxers back up.  Instead of pulling his jeans up too, he sat back against the wall for a minute with them around his ankles, either catching his breath or pondering his existence.  She couldn’t bother herself with wondering what was going on in his head.  Despite the mess she’d become over the course of the night, her exhaustion had got the best of her and she just crawled under the sheets.  She’d worry about laundry tomorrow.

Dude’s gaze fell to watch her get comfortable.  He knew better than to press his luck, but felt like maybe she’d calmed down enough that he could.

“Mind if I crash here?” he asked.

“I’m not jerking you off,” she mumbled without opening her eyes.

“I can jerk myself off,” he replied without missing a beat.  “I just don’t want to have to walk home at four in the morning to do it.”

Relenting again, she lazily patted the mattress next to her.  He kicked his boots off with a sigh of relief, let his jeans join the floor with them, and crawled up beside her.  Soon, an arm was slung over her and he pulled her against his chest.  She groaned internally at his cock nestled against her ass through the blanket, but couldn’t help but smile to herself.  Believe it or not, she had him right where she wanted him.