The main room was dim, the only light source moonlight filtering through the curtains. Rugby Boy was sleeping on his side facing away from her. She slipped into the bed and wrapped an arm around his cotton-covered middle (he’d gone to sleep in his t-shirt, how adorable). Rugby Boy smelled amazing, hot and manly in a way that made her light-headed with horniness. Was that from his scent alone, or some kind of muscle memory from all the kissing they’d done at the pub?

The guy tensed, shifting against her. “Unhh?”

“Hi,” she whispered. “It’s just me. Sorry for being such a mess before. I don’t normally get that way.”

The Guy let out a grunt of what was clearly resentment, mingled with please-fuck-offness. He probably hadn’t been jazzed about going to bed horny while she laid on the couch like a log. Well, she knew just how to make this situation right. Kate slid her hands down his chest and had barely passed his navel when she felt his semi-hard cock. She ran her hand up and down it, gently squeezing the springy flesh. Weird how nothing in the world felt like penises except penises. Rugby Boy let out a muffled groan. His shaft stiffened, forcing her curled palm to expand. Erect, his penis was approximately the width of a baseball bat, properly and ridiculously huge. “What the heck…?”

Rugby Boy made a sound of protest and Kate realised she’d let go. She re-gripped his swollen shaft, slowly beginning to tug. He gave a contented moan and then tensed. “No,” he mumbled. “You’re…blacked out.”

“That was before,” Kate said, pleased he remembered. “I promise I’m excellent now. Just let me make it up to you.”

A hard-skinned hand closed over hers, pulling her away from his erection. “You dunnoweme ‘nything.”

It was a little mortifying to be told to let go of someone’s dick. Ordinarily, Kate would have stopped. She’d have rolled over and tried to go to sleep, but she didn’t want to. She felt uncharacteristically bold. After all, Rugby Boy didn’t know her. He didn’t know she’d spent her whole life being called a wallflower and a prick-tease. For all he knew, she was Maria, the kind of woman who could seduce a man with her eyebrows and knew exactly what to do with an arm-penis. Her heart racing, she pressed her lips into the back of his neck, where his scent was especially sweet. “Maybe I want to owe you something,” she said in a voice so sexy she could hardly believe it was hers.

Rugby Boy’s body stiffened against hers. “Like what?”