Barely (story continued by pomodoro811)

You practically shove Alex toward the truck, your fingers digging into his arm as you hiss, "Drive. Now."

He fumbles with the keys, eyes wide at the raw need in your voice, but he doesn't argue. The second the doors slam shut, he's pulling away from the clinic curb. You slump into the passenger seat, thighs pressed tightly together, trying to ignore the slick heat pulsing between them. Every bump in the road sends a jolt straight to your core, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Alex keeps stealing glances, one hand tight on the wheel. "Jen... you good? You're kinda—"

"Just drive," you breathe, voice shaky. "Please. Fast."

The silence is heavy, charged. Your gaze keeps drifting to him—the line of his jaw, the way his fingers flex on the gearshift, the obvious bulge growing in his jeans. Your hand twitches, wanting to reach over, but you clench it into a fist instead. Not yet. Not here.

You check the dashboard clock. Twelve minutes since the applicator. The nurse said ten. You're safe now. Completely safe.

The thought makes your breath hitch.

When he finally pulls into his driveway, you're out of the truck before the engine dies. You grab his wrist and haul him inside, barely waiting for him to lock the door behind you. Clothes come off in a frantic trail down the hallway—his shirt yanked over his head, your top tossed aside, shoes kicked off somewhere along the way.

By the time you tumble onto his bed, you're both down to underwear, breathing hard. You straddle him immediately, grinding down with a whimper as you feel how hard he already is.

"Condom," he gasps, hands gripping your hips to still you for a second. "We— we should—"

You hesitate, the heat between your legs screaming at you to ignore him. But some tiny shred of caution flickers through the haze.

"Right. Yeah." Your voice is hoarse. "Where?"

"Nightstand."

You lean over, yanking open the drawer and grabbing one of the foil packets you'd seen earlier. Hands shaking with impatience, you tear it open and roll it down his length. He groans at your touch, hips jerking up.

The moment it's on, you sink down onto him in one smooth motion.

Even through the latex, the stretch is incredible—hot, thick, perfect. You both moan as you bottom out. You brace your hands on his chest and start moving, slow at first, savoring every drag and thrust, then faster, harder, chasing the release that's been building for hours.

Alex meets you stroke for stroke, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple until you're gasping. The other grips your ass, guiding you, pulling you down deeper. The bed creaks under you, headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, Jen," he pants, eyes dark and fixed on you. "You feel—so good—"

You clench around him deliberately, and he curses, pace turning frantic. Your orgasm hits suddenly, sharp and overwhelming, rolling through you in waves that leave you trembling and crying out. He follows moments later, hips stuttering as he comes with a low groan.

You collapse forward onto his chest, both of you slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync. His arms wrap around you automatically, holding you close while you catch your breath.

After a long, dizzy minute, you press a lazy kiss to his neck. "Again?" you murmur against his skin, already feeling the stirrings of fresh heat low in your belly.

He laughs breathlessly. "Give me five minutes. And another condom."