Maybe.... if Jacob's sudden appearance doesn't stop you

"Hey babe," Jacob says, making you jump and yelp as you open the door to find him outside. He reaches forward, catching your bag as you drop it, and hefts it over his shoulder.

"Th-thanks," you stammer, catching your balance. "What are you doing here?"

Quirking his eyebrow he looks down the foot and a half space surrounding your eyes and says, "Was I supposed to call? I decided to pay you a visit," he says with a grin, waggling his brows. "It looks like I came in time to give you a ride."

"Oh, uh, I was just taking some stuff out," you say, torn. If he's here for a 'visit' that usually means an all-night fuck-a-thon. Not that it's a bad thing, but he always seems to get a lot more out of it than you do, and you do need clean clothes.

You mouth opens to tell him you need to go to the laundromat, but he swoops down, his rough hands sliding up under your skirt as his lips seal around a nipple. The protest melts into a whimper as your body betrays you once again.

"God I love that this is the way you want to dress these days.," he mutters around your nipple, switching sides. "The thought of guys everywhere going crazy, staring at all this skin, almost able to see everything as you flaunt your body..."

Switching sides again you feel his thick fingers pushing against your orifices, burrowing against them as you try one last time to make it out of the apartment.