Brett said I had to go to school, but he didn’t say anything about having to go to class. I found a quiet corner in the library and fell asleep. I let one of my textbooks lean across my chest, so it looked like I had simply fallen asleep studying if somebody I knew recognized me. Fortunately, that wasn’t a bridge I had to cross.
After the nap, I walked back to my apartment. The sun was out and soothed the bite of the cool autumn breeze. My head felt much more clear. While I still knew what was happening to me was very wrong, I tried to look at the situation logically. Under different circumstances, I would probably have slept with Brett anyway. If he was just some cute guy who offered to buy me a drink at the bar, there is no way I wouldn’t have turned it down. Other than finding out that he was a misogynistic asshole, what was really so different about our current situation? Instead of a cheap, $3 drink, I was getting to stay in a $2500 apartment rent-free.
Jason was cute also. Maybe a little on the nerdier side than I usually go for, but still cute. Besides, it was only a month. In thirty days, I would be back to paying my own share of the outrageous rent and then probably be begging to go back to our arrangement.
I opened my apartment door and immediately heard Brett’s loud voice. I was reminded of the way he looked the night before when I accidentally bit him; I froze in place. He didn’t sound angry so much, more pleading. It was hard to understand what he was saying, but I was sure none of it was directed towards me, so I quickly walked to my room to get ready for work. I still needed a ride and thought asking Jason would probably be my best bet. I pulled out my phone and texted him. “Hey! Would you mind giving me a ride to work tonight? I’ll pay for gas.” I sent a heart along with a tongue emoji. Surely, he would get the hint. He replied before I could even put my phone down.
“Sure!” he said. He added a smiley face with two bulging heart eyes. A little silly, but it was adorable.
“Thanks! I’ll be ready to go at 4:30.” I threw in a kissy, heart face for good measure and started getting ready. At 4:25, he texted me that he was waiting for me in his car, and I couldn’t help but smile.
I walked through the kitchen and saw Brett sitting at the kitchen table. He was looking sad and sipping on a beer. I didn’t recognize the label. It was one of those craft brews decorated with weird swirls of color. After the way he treated me, I shouldn’t have cared less that he looked upset. Still, I couldn’t help myself, “What’s wrong?”
He looked up, seeming a bit surprised I stopped to talk to him. “Nothing,” he said with a sigh.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” I persisted. “Is there anything I can do to help?” As soon as the words left my lips, I knew I was going to be late for work.
His frown quickly disappeared and was replaced by a devious smile. “Actually,” he said. He knew he didn’t hand to finish the statement. I set my work bag onto the tiled kitchen floor and turned, bracing myself against the counter. “Good girl,” he said. He gave my ass a little pat. “I can’t tell you how happy I am with your change of heart.” He reached around my waist and undid the button of my pants. I felt his cock already growing against my ass as he worked. Slowly, he peeled my tight pants from my ass and slid them down my smooth legs. His lips sucked the nape of my neck gently, sending tingles through my body. He pulled my panties down just enough to slide his cock between my moist pussy lips.
As he pushed inside me, I let out a slight moan. His cock felt amazing, but my ass was still sore from the night before. The stretch he was giving my wet pussy with every thrust sent aches of pleasure and pain up my spine. “I’d hate for you to be late to work,” he moaned in my ear. I felt his warm cum start to fill me.
He slid his cock from my filled pussy and pulled my panties back up, trapping his seed inside of me. He did the same with my pants. I was thankful they were black, and any stains would be nearly impossible to see, especially in the restaurant’s low lighting. He kissed my neck again and whispered into my ear, “Have a good night.” I smiled back at him.
***
I opened the door to Jason’s car at exactly 4:35. I was proud of myself for only being five minutes late but wasn’t sure if Brett would say the same thing. “You’re late,” said Jason. I could tell he was trying to channel some inner dominance, but it was very forced. I let him have his fun, though. He was doing me a favor, after all.
“I’m sorry,” I said. I let the words fall from my mouth like a purr and gave him a smile that made it impossible for him to no forgive me. “Drive, and I promise I will make it up to you.”
I left my bag on the floor in front of the passenger seat. His seats were black leather, and I slid across the center console to his lap. I ran my tipped nails playfully across the crotch of his jeans, not at all surprised to find that he was already hard. I moaned playfully as I teased him and was impressed at his ability to stay focused. I planned on putting that to the test.
I unbuckled his jeans and pulled slid his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. I teased just below the head of his cock with my tongue by making small, playful circles. I kiss the purple crown of his cock with my glossy lips. I did it softly, letting him enjoy the gentle sucking sensation. I wrapped my lips around him, and I let my saliva lubricate his shaft as I forced my head down. I felt him touch the back of my throat, but I pushed myself further. The suction from my soft lips made him moan, but the grip of my tight throat finally made him swerve. I let out a teasing laugh. “You know if you kill us, you will never get to finish,” I said.
“Fuck,” he replied. I took it as a compliment and went back to work. Sucking Jason’s dick was fun. I could tell Jason didn’t get it as often as he wished he did, and I loved how turned on he was. I peeked through the driver-side window and noticed that we were getting close, so I had to finish. I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and started stroking his shaft with my hand. I was pressed for time, so I didn’t ease into it. I stroked him fast, and it didn’t take long before his abs contracted, anticipating his impending orgasm. My lips were latched to his dick, and I followed him. I felt the taste of his warm, slightly salty cum in my mouth. Unlike Brett, who came with long, powerful ropes, Jason’s cum oozed into my mouth.
The car had stopped, and I eased my head up slowly, surveying the parking lot for anyone who might have caught us. “That was amazing,” he said.
I smiled and gave him a wink. “Pick me up at midnight?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said with a dopey smile. I climbed out of his car and took extra care to bend over as I grabbed my bag. I had to hurry. My shift started in 3 minutes, and I still needed to make a quick stop by the bathroom.
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