“Of course I can.” He began to move his fingers faster, his free hand tugging her aching nipple through her t-shirt. Kate closed her eyes, and she felt the gears slowly begin to turn, tightening, galvanising. The potential for orgasm was drumming inside her, and she honed in on it, trying to make herself as aware as possible.

She’d met a hot stranger who liked being called ‘daddy’ and who knew exactly what to do to turn her on. It was like the universe had conspired to let her come, all she had to do was embrace it. Rugby Boy’s fingers bit down on her nipple, and the pain was as lovely as the sizzle of pleasure that shot down to her groin. “I really like that.”

He chuckled darkly. “I know you do, I can feel you tightening up around my fingers. You gonna finish all over me, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said and meant it.

Rugby Boy let out an angry sounding moan. “God, I’m fuckin’ hard again.”

The wonder in his voice made Kate think this wasn’t a regular thing. That was odd, she’d have assumed most young guys could get it up twice. Then again, she’d barely had sex, so what did she know?

As he rolled his thumb over her clit, Kate had a beautiful realisation. As unbelievable as Rugby Boy’s finger skills were, they could two-birds-one-stone this situation. She wanted to have sex with him, and if she did, she could try and have the orgasm simmering in her pelvis on his magnificent dick. That would be a double victory. She pressed her mouth against Rugby Boy’s ear. “Do you want to have sex now?”

He let out another furious grunt, his fingers pumping deeper. “No.”

“But I really want to feel you inside me. You’re so big.”

“Too bad,” he said, but his breathing had become painfully laboured again. Kate was half-convinced this was a test, that he was teasing her as she had been teasing him. She assumed her most innocent tone. “Please, Daddy?”

Rugby Boy made a noise like a wild animal. “Fuck, you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Kate, sensing she was about to get her way, added a little more sugar to her voice. “Yes, and I know it’s bad but I want it. I want you.”

Rugby Boy muttered something that sounded like ‘why isn’t anything ever easy?’ Before she could ask, he pulled his fingers from her soaking slit. “Fine, you want my dick, you’ll get it.”

Kate bit back a jubilant ‘Yessssss!’ “How do you want to do this? Do you have a condom? I don’t think I have a condom.”

“Sweetheart…” Rugby Boy cupped her jaw. Kate could smell herself on his fingers.

“What?”