Coffee and a quickie

ou saunter into the coffee shop, your eyes immediately locking onto Jake sitting at a corner table. He looks up as you approach, a mix of apprehension and longing in his gaze.

'Jody, I... I wasn't sure if you'd come,' he stammers, fidgeting with his coffee cup.

You flash him a dazzling smile, leaning in close. 'Of course I came, silly,' you purr. 'I couldn't resist seeing you again.'

Jake's eyes widen as you trail a finger along his jaw, then down his chest. 'L-look, about last night...' he begins, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

'Shhh, let's not dwell on the past,' you whisper, your hand drifting lower. 'I'm here now, and that's all that matters.'

Jake shivers as you palm him through his jeans, his breath hitching. 'Jody, we... we shouldn't, not here...'

You just smirk, giving him a squeeze. 'Then let's go back to my place,' you suggest, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. 'I'll make all your worries disappear.'

Jake swallows hard, nodding mutely. You take his hand, leading him out of the coffee shop and back to your apartment.

Once inside, you waste no time in pushing him onto the bed, crawling over him with a predatory grin. 'I need you, Jake,' you breathe, reaching for his zipper. 'All of you.'

Jake moans, arching into your touch as you free him from his confines. You stroke him teasingly, reveling in the way he trembles beneath you. 'Jody, please...'

You oblige, sinking down onto him with a sigh. Jake cries out, hands fisting in the sheets as you begin to move. But to your surprise, it's only a few thrusts before he tenses, spilling over with a guttural moan.

You pause, blinking down at him in mock confusion. 'Well, that was... quick,' you giggle, climbing off him. 'Guess you have a tiny fuse to match your tiny penis, huh?'

Jake looks stricken, sitting up to reach for you. 'Jody, I... I'm so sorry, I don't know what...'

You just laugh, patting his cheek playfully. 'Oh, don't worry about it,' you chuckle. 'I guess it's true what they say about guys with small dicks.'

Jake's face crumples, tears pricking at his eyes. You lean down, kissing the tip of his wilting member. He replies, “I guess that’s true!”