Rent Is Due

Today was the last day of June. That meant that tomorrow, the rent for July would be due, yet I hadn't received my roommate's portion. I knocked on her door in an attempt to politely remind her about it.

Laney was a college student and part time barista. After my last roommate moved out, I needed someone else to help pay rent, so I posted an ad on Craigslist saying that I had a spare room. After a few really terrible applicants, she was the obvious choice, or so I thought.

"It's open." She called out, through the door.

I opened it, to find her laying over the edge of her bed, on her phone. Her baggy, cropped shirt from the college was doing nothing to cover her perky breasts. This behavior wasn't unusual for her, though. She was frequently walking around the apartment wearing something skimpy, if anything at all, despite me asking her to be decent when she leaves her room. Her answer was always the same: "I work hard on my body, sorry if I'm proud of my accomplishments," followed by a heavy eye roll. I learned to stop asking.

Leaning against the door frame, I reminded her, "Rent is due tomorrow."

"So I'll pay it tomorrow." She replied, not looking up from her phone.

"That's what you said last month, and I got charged a hundred dollars for the late fee." I took a step inside her room.

She rolled over onto the bed and looked at me. "I paid that too, didn't I?"

"That's not the point."

"Then what is the point, Jared?" She said my name like it was an insult.

"The point is that you never do what you say you're gonna do. And not just rent, when was the last time you did the dishes or took out the trash?"

"I don't use any of that stuff, why should I have to take care of someone else's mess?" She was now sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at me.

"If it's not your mess, then why do your Starbucks cups take up half the trash can?" She started to argue, but I interrupted her. "And before you say that they're not your cups, your name is written on the side."

"God, you're so uptight." She rolled her eyes at me. "When's the last time you got laid?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's been a while." I answered her question, even though I was getting frustrated. "I don't just have a revolving door of partners coming in, like you."

"Sorry, I'm not a prude." She said sarcastically as she stood up and threw her hands in the air, frustrated. "You're such an ass sometimes."

"And you're a cunt." I said, the words sharp as they left my mouth.

Slap!

I felt the sting of her hand on my face and everything went red. Before I could think about it, both of my hands were around her throat. She grabbed my wrists, and pulled away. Stumbling, she fell backwards onto her bed, pulling me down on top of her.

When I realized what happened, I let go of her, and put my hands on the bed to regain my balance. I noticed a look in her eyes. It wasn't pain or fear, like I was expecting, but rather lust. She wanted more.

"Laney, I'm so sor-" I started to apologize, but she wrapped her arms around my neck.

She pulled herself up, and kissed me. I was caught off-guard, but didn't fight it. Our kisses were aggressive, almost primal. I moved one of my hands to her exposed breast, grabbing it tightly in my hand. Laney reached down and frantically pulled off my pants.

I stepped back, and ripped off her tiny shorts, of course she wasn't wearing any panties. "I can't look at your fucking face right now."

I grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over. Bent over the bed, I pulled her ass up, and spanked her. There was a popping noise followed by a whimpering moan.

"How do you like getting smacked?" I sneered.

"Maybe I'd like it if you didn't hit like a girl." She wiggled her ass at me, issuing a challenge.

I lifted my hand up and brought it down on her ass again. The pop was louder and caused her to gasp. I did this three more times and her ass was bright red. She turned towards me and bit her lip seductively, she wanted more.

I pulled her hips against mine, my cock sliding between her ass cheeks. She clenched her ass, squeezing eagerly. I ran my hands down the arch of her back, up to her neck, and pushed her into the mattress. Kicking her feet apart, I used my free hand to feel between her legs. She was glistening.

Using only my hips, I pulled back and began prodding her, while my fingers teased her sensitive little button. As I prodded her, she pushed back against me, until I slid inside. I continued as she invited me in, until I couldn't go any deeper. She was so wet, I could be more aggressive, sliding in faster, harder.

Moving my hands to her hips, I grabbed her firmly and slammed her against me. After a few forceful thrusts, I slowed and slid my hands up her body, squeezing her breasts.

I lifted her off the bed and slid my hands further up, pulling her top off. As I threw it aside, I pushed her back down onto the bed.

I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, she clenched her sheet in her hands. I gathered her hair up into a ponytail and used it to pull her head back while I continued to fuck her.

When we found our rhythm, she slid a hand between her legs and I could tell it was exactly what she needed. She got so tight that I wasn't going to be able to keep going the way we were for long.

As the pleasure built, she began curling up, pulling so hard she untucked the bedsheet. It wasn't long before she let go and gave in to the climax. She throbbed against me, pushing me over the edge, and I unloaded inside of her. A few cooldown pumps and I pulled out.

Rolling over onto her back, she said, "You're lucky I'm on the pill, asshole." She tried to sound like her usual, tough self, but it was eclipsed by the euphoria and fatigue.

I grabbed my pants off the floor, and while still catching my breath, said, "I still need your rent money."

Before she could think of a smartass response, I pulled the door closed behind me.

A little while later, while I was watching TV in bed, Laney barged into my room. I half-heartedly tried to cover myself, but it didn't really matter after what happened earlier.

Speaking of which, she was still naked, cleaned up, but naked nonetheless. She walked over next to me and slammed some cash onto my nightstand, then said, "We have some unfinished business."

"What's unfinished?" I asked.

"Me." She pulled aside my blanket and climbed on top. I turned off the TV, set the remote down next to the cash, and put my hands on her hips. She bent down and kissed me. Then kissed me again. And again. The anger wasn't there, but the passion was as strong as ever.

Pretty soon our tongues were dancing in each others' mouths, and my hands were sliding up and down her body as she rocked forward and backward, grinding her wet lips against my shaft.

When I was fully erect, I shifted my hips to prod her, but she stopped me. "Mmm, not this time. You need to finish the main course before dessert."

She sat up and started moving closer to my face. I helped her by sliding down to a comfortable place. She straddled my head, her tender peach within reach of my mouth. I grabbed her hips and guided her in.

The taste of her sweet juice was more than enticing, it was titillating. Her clit was quickly coaxed out of its shell, making it easy to suck on. As she opened up I slid two fingers inside of her, forcing out a breathy moan, and I began rubbing her tenderly. Her hands clutched her breasts and she pulled on her nipples.

As she approached her climax, her moans grew louder and her legs grew weaker, shaking slightly. Any strength she had remaining was quickly broken as she throbbed against my fingers, her body going limp. She put her hands against the wall to steady herself, before finally collapsing. I helped her down, next to me on the bed.

Leaning over her, I lightly pet her sensitive parts as she caught her breath, causing her to shudder as the pleasure washed over her. She let out a few yearning sighs.

"Looks like you're expecting something." She playfully nodded at my erect member. "What a shame."

My hands snapped to her ribs, and I tickled her, causing her to wrench and turn. In an attempt to escape she turned and pushed her butt against me.

I grabbed her hip and prodded her. "Wait." She stopped me again. "I wanna see you this time."

Her hands moved to my chest and slid down. She took my erect shaft in her hands and gently kissed it. She leaned in for a second kiss, but instead took my head in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it.

I leaned back and relaxed, letting her use her tongue to explore it. She was quite the intrepid explorer because it wasn't long before I twitched with pleasure.

With a slurp, she pulled off of me, and moved to straddle me again. Carefully easing down on me, we both moaned.

Laney leaned in, bringing our faces back together again. I placed my hands on her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues met again for another dance of passion, breaking apart only as we let out our carnal moans.

She worked her hips rhythmically, quickly bringing us both to the edge of climax. Feeling her tighten around me, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

"Cum with me." She whispered lustily, her breath hot against my face.

The familiar throb of her loins once again pushed me over the edge. With a grunt of pleasure I unloaded into her again.

As we cooled down, she laid her head on my chest. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" She said, still winded.

Today was one helluva ride, pun intended, but at least the rent won't be late this month.