Resting his forehead against hers, Jake let her legs slide down into place, and Sharon let out a little sigh of relief. She was pretty flexible, but it still felt better to be able to just go limp like this than when she was folded in half.

“Give me a second to get cleaned up and then we can have a drink and a snack,” Jake said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“A drink and a snack?” she echoed questioningly, blinking at him in slight confusion as he pushed himself up and off of her, heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“Yeah,” he said, looking over his shoulder. He winked. “We’re going to need it before round two.”

4

Sharon woke up in the middle of the night with the urge to pee.

Unfortunately, she realized, she also needed to get out of Jake’s apartment. Quietly, she groaned as she made herself get up. The man knew how to give her pussy a workout.

Round two had been a lot of fun. They’d had water, cheese, and crackers, and then Jake had pulled her ass to the edge of the couch so he could eat her pussy to his heart’s content. Then he’d bent her over the arm of the couch and brought her to yet another screaming orgasm... She’d tried to dirty talk him then too and earned herself an impromptu spanking (not a hard one, just enough for her to thoroughly enjoy it) and a long, slow screw that had her begging by the end of it.

Then they’d retired to his bed for round number three and a little experimenting with bondage. Jake had tied her hands to the bed and then enjoyed having her at his mercy before finally fucking her into oblivion. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Fuck buddies weren’t really supposed to do overnights - at least, not the way she’d ever done them - but she’d been exhausted by the time he was done with her. And supremely satisfied. And totally limp.

He was going to ruin her for all future fuck-buddy experiences, damn him. Normally guys who wanted to do the casual thing just wanted a quick fuck, a booty call, both parties get off and then a goodbye. With Jake... Either he had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration to work off or she’d finally found a guy whose libido rivaled hers.

It was a little unnerving that tonight had been just as good as New Year’s Eve, even without the alcohol giving the evening a nice haze. In the back of her head, she’d kind of believed that he couldn’t possibly be as good as she remembered. But stone cold sober... He might be even better.

Like, addictively good.