I tapped my phone, using the ride service app to tip my driver. He pulled the car up to the curb outside Todd's condo. I tried not to think about why I was here, but the warm ache, the tightness in my core, would not let me forget. My hand shook a little as I opened the door.
"Thank you," I said to the driver as I stepped out on the curb. He waved and I shut the door. My knees knocked as I stared up the short walk to Todd's door. I tried to tell myself it was only a booty call, but I couldn't.
Todd and I had engaged in a sex upon request agreement for a couple of months now. We'd met at some sorority party my friends had dragged me to and banged like bunnies. After that, he'd shared that he wanted someone steadier than a football groupie to try his kinks on. I'd shared that I wanted naked stress busting on the regular. I couldn't think of anyone better to do it with than my school's star tight end. He had muscle, muscle with a capital M, and King Kong for a dick. I didn't mind his kinks, so long as he asked permission. However, after what he'd done to me last weekend the l-word had been intruding on my thoughts—
a lot
. But orgasms didn't equal love. What happened when Todd got tired of giving me orgasms?
Something tight, and frightening, blossomed in my chest. Suddenly uncertain what I was doing here, I reached for the car door. The driver pulled away before I could grasp the handle.
Farts.
Despite February's chill, my hands were sweaty so I ran them down the thighs of my jeans. On shaky legs, I strode up to the door and knocked.
Kevin, Todd's roommate and the team's second string quarterback, answered.
"Hey, Lors," he said, standing aside to let me in. The bachelor pad smelled of pizza and beer but not in an old socks kind of way. "How's it hanging?"
I rolled my eyes so hard I was at risk of straining a muscle. "I have no
it
to be hanging. And what's with Lors? Is Laura really that much harder to say?" I dropped my purse on the entry table knowing the guys wouldn't disrespect me by going through it.
"He's a dumb jock, Lors." Stephen said. His fingers continued to dance upon a consul controller. "Laura has too many syllables."
I quirked a brow when Stephen glanced away from the shooter on the TV to grin at me. "And you're not?" Stephen looked every inch the linebacker. He was only an inch or so taller than I, I being five eleven plus, but he might've been two hundred and fifty pounds heavier.
"Pre-med, baby!"
Stephen
claimed
he was going to be a gynecologist. I wasn't sure I believed him but now that I thought about it, it wasn't as bad as it sounded. He was good looking. Those tats of his were hypnotic. I'd've happily spread my thighs for him if I hadn't been spreading them for Todd.
"Is Todd here?" He'd better be, it was his, "I need your ass," text that had me scurrying over to his place like an eager puppy. I'd been studying for my Thermodynamics test next week but not been able to concentrate after that. I'd never given my ass to anyone before but last weekend Todd had put a plug in it. I'd lost my mind. The dewpoint in my panties increased ten points just thinking about it. Thermodynamics indeed.
"Yeah," Kevin said, pushing past me. "He jumped in the shower the moment you texted that you were on your way."
I felt something warm and fuzzy fill me. I appreciated that he was cleaning up for me. Sweat was sexy during sex, so long as it was sex-sweat—jock sweat, on the other hand, gross. "Oh, okay." I heard a hollow bang from somewhere on the second floor and I thought it might be water hammer. It sounded like Todd might be ready for me soon. The ache, and the jitters, spread. My nipples pinched.
"Beer?" Kevin said.
Stephen thrust his arm into the air. "Yeah!"
"I meant Lors, you dumb ass."
"Yeah, get me one too!" Stephen looked over his shoulder at Kevin and batted his lashes. God, the guy was a doofus.
"Lors?" Kevin said wandering in the kitchen. "Pretty sure we have some of that Redd's girly shit you like in the garage fridge." He grabbed a couple of lagers from the kitchen refrigerator. "Everytime you polish it off, Todd buys more. I'm starting to think you might've stolen his man-card."
Warmth ballooned in my chest. I didn't want Todd's man-card. I wanted his dick. But what did it mean if he was buying my favorite ale? It wasn't like I told him I liked Redd's Raspberry Ale, I'd just brought a six pack for a BYOB event we'd both attended. Apparently, he'd noticed. Maybe he liked me, I mean, for more than just my ass?
"Yeah, sure, that sounds great." Liquid courage and all that.
Kevin dropped one of the lager on the counter and stepped out the door to the garage. When he returned, Matt, their final roommate—er—housemate—was behind him.
"Hey, Lors."
I rolled my eyes at the senior who was the school's first string quarterback. "Not you too."
Matt was man enough to look apologetic. "It's a good name."
"
Laura
is a good name."
He shrugged and swiped the lager meant for Stephen off the counter. "Good to see y'. I'm surprised you're not tied up—"
A hot tide washed over my flesh. I felt faint. I hadn't expected Todd to kiss and tell.
"—with studies and all. Midterms and shit are creeping up."
It was my turn to shrug. Apparently he'd missed my skin blistering blush. I still felt like I needed to fan myself. "I needed a break. Thermo was melting my mind."
"Yeah, I get that. I'm glad you could come over. Todd's been like, Laura this, Laura that all week long. It's like rooming with a girl."
"Fuck you." The words were delivered in a deep, base rumble. I turned around and—oh-my-God!
Todd stood in kitchen entry. His not quite blond, not quite brown, hair crowned his head in a still damp wave. He wore some woodsy pine needle aftershave that made me want to huff him. A black tee stretched over his chest so tight I could trace his muscles with my eyes. I wanted to sink to my knees and pry open the jeans that hid his package so bad my mouth watered. I had to snap my mouth closed before the drool escaped.
Todd's roommates were good looking. Todd was, "did anyone see where I left my panties?" H.O.T.
hot
! God, I was tempted to strip down right here in the kitchen. He could bang me on the counter. His friends could watch. I'd be mortified later, but right now, I didn't care.
"Last one," Kevin said and pushed a lager across the counter to Todd.
"Hey!" Stephen called from the other room.
"You snooze you lose!" Matt and Kevin said in unison.
Todd popped the top of the lager and guzzled half of it like he was dying of thirst. His heated gaze never left me. I felt like I might self-combust.
He brought the bottle down from his lips. "You want to ditch these douche bags?"
Did I ever.
I mean, not that they were douche bags. I kind of liked them. But I didn't come over here to chat. I came over for some naked stress busting with a guy I trusted to fuck me right. Liquid heat scorched a path from my core to my crease. Seeing Todd, hearing Todd, smelling Todd, thinking about Todd made me want to fuck. I felt myself slick with anticipation. My nipples stiffened so hard they might've tented my shirt despite my bra. I chugged my raspberry ale.
"Sure," I said, on a shrug, trying to sound casual. There was nothing casual about the way my core clenched.
Todd took the empty from my hand and plopped it on the counter. Leading me by the hand, he took me upstairs and guided me into his room. I'd been here many times before. It was neat and clean, not military crisp, but there were no socks on the floor or shit like that. The queen bed was clothed in a manly blue bed spread. Three butt plugs sat on the night stand by some lube. None even approached the size of his King Kong dick but the smallest had been in my ass last weekend. Todd had said he was working me up to the grand prize. Seeing them, my core clenched so hard my legs crossed.
Todd stepped up behind me and clasped my shoulders. I tried to turn in his arms but he held me steady. He planted his nose in my hair and inhaled.
"You smell so good."
"You do too." I turned my head over my shoulder and kissed him. The quick peck was followed by longer contact. He teased my lips open with his tongue. I tasted lager and mint. When his tongue slicked mine, I trembled. A moan escaped me and the dewpoint in my panties climbed to one-hundred percent. I was officially wet.
I tried to turn once more.
"No, stay like that."
My body shook. I wanted to turn and wrap myself around him. Obeying was hard. God, it was hard. I knew he loved it. I stayed.
As a reward, he nipped my ear. Little currents sparked over my skin. My nipples and clit buzzed. I ached to touch them, but this was his show. If I jilled myself, I'd come. If I let him get me off, I'd scream. And not just once or twice. Todd would melt my mind three, four maybe five times. He was that good.
From my ear, Todd lipped my jaw before kissing down the arc of my neck. Heat swirled through my body and I melted. He propped me up before I could slide to the floor and then stroked his hands down the sleeves of my blouse. My boobs grew heavy on my chest. My breath came in shallow, humid pants.
"Todd?" I said trying to find his lips with mine. My voice was desperate and reedy.
"Yes, babe?"
"We didn't even say, 'hi.'"
Todd chuckled into my shoulder. He pushed my mahogany tresses aside with his face and nipped my collar bone. I nearly collapsed. "We are saying, 'hi.'" He sucked on my abused flesh.
"Oh." I could barely think.
Todd pulled the hem of my blouse from my pants and pushed it up my belly. I shivered when cool air touched my fevered flesh. I lifted my arms so he could pull it over my head. A moment later my bra joined it on the floor. He cupped my boobs from behind and hefted them, just a little. I began to tremble.
His thumbs bumped over my twin peaks and then he pinched.
"
Toooodd?
" My whole body quaked. Lava heat dripped from my core and my panties graduated from wet to soaked. I fumbled with the snap of my pants. I was ready to be fucked but he'd probably want to cuff me, and tie me, and plug me and maybe some other shit before he gave me relief. I needed to hurry him along or I'd go insane while he played.
He swatted my hand away. "No."
Some of my control returned. "This is a booty call."
Was it?
"I don't have all day,
Todd
."
