Come back later

I lean in close to the door crack, voice low and edged. "Not tonight, Tessa. Go home. Try tomorrow." Her eyes flicker with that bound hunger, lips parting on a protest that dies wet. She nods jerky, soaked crop top dripping onto the mat, thighs squeezing together under the microskirt. I pull the door near shut but don't latch it, leaving the lock free.

Back to Elena, her posture shifts curious but loose, foot still hooked on my calf as I slide onto the stool. Rain hammers the window harder now, thunder rolling gut-deep. "Neighbor," I say easy, picking up my glass, bourbon splash catching lamplight. "Sarah across the hall. Heat crapped out again. Wanted to know if mine did too." Elena's brow smooths, knee pressing firmer into my thigh, accepting the lie without a hitch.

"Makes sense. Old building." She swirls her drink, ice clinking faint, then sets it down. Her hand slides over mine on the counter, fingers threading warm and sure, guiding back to her inseam. Denim warms under my palm, muscle tensing as I stroke higher. "Where were we? Power." Her breath hitches when my thumb finds the seam's ridge, pressing slow circles, heat radiating through fabric.

"You tell me." I match her lean, noses inches apart, her ponytail tickling my cheek. Freckles dance close in the amber glow, green eyes locking heavy. Thunder booms, lights flickering once. She rises off the stool smooth, stepping between my knees, hands framing my jaw. Her tank clings to toned abs, breasts brushing my chest with each inhale. Lips hover a whisper from mine, bourbon sweet on her exhale.

My free hand grips her hip, denim rough and yielding under fingers digging into ass curve. She closes the gap, mouth hot and open, tongue flicking mine deliberate. Kiss deepens hungry but unhurried, her thigh nudging my growing hard-on through jeans. Rain sheets furious outside, apartment air thick with her clean soap scent and faint bourbon bite.

Her tongue strokes deeper, deliberate swipes tasting of bourbon and mint. I pull her tighter, ass filling my palm as denim stretches taut over the firm swell. She moans low into my mouth, vibration humming through my chest. Rain lashes the window in relentless sheets, drowning the city's hum below.

She breaks first, gasping soft against my lips. Green eyes gleam heavy-lidded, freckles stark under the lamp's amber pool. "Bedroom?" The word rasps out, her fingers curling into my shirt collar, tugging insistent.

I stand slow, keeping her pinned between my thighs a beat longer. Her toned frame molds flush, B-cups pressing flat against me through the tank, nipples peaked hard. Thunder rolls again, shaking the walls faint. "This way." My arm hooks her waist, guiding her past the counter, her hip bumping the edge with a dull thud.

Kitchen light fades behind us. Hallway stretches dim, carpet muffling our steps. Her hand slips under my shirt, nails scraping ribs, pulling a grunt from my throat. Rain-damp air seeps under the doorframe. I nudge the bedroom door wide with my shoulder, cool sheets visible under the bedside lamp's glow.

She spins me first, hands shoving my chest until my calves hit the mattress edge. I drop back, pulling her with me. She straddles my lap quick, thighs clamping my hips, ponytail swinging as she grinds down once deliberate. Denim rasps over my zipper, her heat soaking through layers. "Different," she murmurs, lips grazing my jaw. "You feel different. Steady."

My thumbs hook her tank hem, dragging it up slow over ribs, abs flexing under my knuckles. Fabric snags her arms, then free. Bra next, plain black sports style, freckles trailing down to cleavage. I snap the clasp, bands falling loose. Her breasts spill forward, pink nipples tightening in the cooler air, small and pert. She arches into my mouth when I latch on, sucking firm while one hand kneads the other, thumb circling rough.

Rain drums the roof now, steady pulse matching her hips rolling against mine. Her fingers fumble my belt, metal clinking open, zipper dragging down teeth by teeth. "I want this," she breathes, palm cupping my length through boxers, stroking base to tip. Heat throbs under her grip, pre-cum slicking fabric.