‘You weren’t listening! You just started up without—’

‘What? A written invitation? Did we not come up here to fuck?’

‘Not without a condom, you shithead.’

He exhaled. ‘Oh. So you do want to fuck?’

‘Yes. If you put on a condom.’ She half sat, touched his cheek where she’d slapped him. ‘And you’ve got to listen. You can’t just keep at it when I say stop.’

‘It felt like you were into it.’

‘I was, I am, but—do you have one or not?’

He groaned. ‘You’re killing me here. I want to feel you.’ His fingers on her cunt again, teasing the lips, dipping into the opening. ‘Without rubber.’

‘You can keep doing that as long as you like. But if you stick your dick in you need to—’

‘God. All right!’ He strode to the desk, pulling off his t-shirt as he went. He let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of his boxers as he grabbed a foil packet from the top drawer without even looking. Obviously he’d done this before. Obviously. Stupid to be bothered by that. It’s not like she thought he was a virgin or anything. He was twenty-three, had travelled the world. Thought nothing of asking a mate if he could hook up in his bed. Obviously she wasn’t the first.

And actually, she decided, as she watched the way he expertly rolled the condom onto his really very impressive dick and strode back towards her on those ridiculous muscular thighs, she didn’t care. So she was one in a line. Big fucking deal. It was a line worth being in.

‘Okay?’ He was back on the bed, pushing her thighs apart. ‘Can we do this now?’

He didn’t wait for an answer, but he didn’t need to. She’d grabbed his arse and pulled him in already. After a minute, he said, ‘Take your shirt off. I need to see those fine tits.’

She wrestled her top off and while it was still tangled over her head he popped her left breast out of the bra and started sucking on her nipple. She didn’t want him to stop but the underwire was cutting into her something wicked. She shook off the t-shirt finally and managed to unhook the bra. The release was instant and she moaned a little in relief.

‘Ah, yeah, look at those fucking things. I wanna see those titties bounce, girl. Get on up and ride my dick like a cowgirl.’

‘Can you chill with the porn talk?’

He grimaced. ‘But you’ll do it, right? Get on top?’

Lena had never done it like that before, but now was a good time to start. At least if he mouthed off again she could hold a pillow over his face.