Erotic One-Shots

Melissa silently cursed herself for choosing the most uncomfortable shoes she owned to wear. In her defense, they made her ass look delicious and she wanted to nab the attention of the gorgeous man standing across the bar from her.

She knew developing a crush on the bartender was a ridiculous cliché, but after a few years of visiting “Pour”, Melissa and Patrick had developed a close friendship. At least, on her end they had. Patrick was not only the classic “great listener” that seemed to come standard for most bartenders, he took an active interest in Melissa, or “Mel” as he referred to her, whenever she entered his tavern.

Maybe it was because the first time they met, Melissa wasn’t in a great headspace and Patrick’s intent concern, and compassion were what endeared him to her. Maybe it was the fact that every time she came in, he gave her heavier pours than she saw him giving other patrons. Maybe it was the heated glances she’d noticed him stealing from across the bartop.

The point was, she was going to take charge tonight and shoot her shot. If it blew up in her face, well then, at least she was wearing a banging outfit to drown her sorrows in someone else’s arms tonight. She wasn’t going down without a fight though, she’d worn her best arsenal, a dress that left very little to the imagination, sans bra so he could see how he affected her body, and those damned shoes that made her ass look much more thick than it really was. She’d shaved her body, disregarding the real danger it imposed upon her, being the klutz she was - in the end, she decided that a blade too close to her hoo-ha was too much of a risk, and did more cleaning up the edges than anything else in that department.

Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she entered the establishment, immediately recoiling at how packed it was. Had Melissa forgotten about an event tonight? At first, she’d wanted a smaller crowd in case this blew up in her face (fewer people to be embarrassed in front of) but now, she could see the benefit of having some anonymity amongst a crowd to fade into if this went sideways.

As always, regardless of the size of the crowd and the demands made of him, Patrick checked the door to see who entered, and as if on cue, as soon as his eyes registered her face, he beamed a welcoming smile to her. However, as Patrick processed the look of her tonight, his smile faded and Melissa could have sworn she saw him lick his lips before refocusing on the customer in front of him, calling out a drink order. His professional face locked back into place, Melissa serpentined her way through the masses, making her way to her usual corner of the bar, where Patrick would gather ice and cut garnishes, always seeming to take just a little longer than needed in order to talk with her while he worked.

Approaching her usual stool, she paused, seeing the signs of someone’s improvised “reserved” sign. She did a quick survey to see if anyone was eyeing the stool, maybe hovering to protect their friend’s seat, or returning from talking to a group or the restroom but found no one. Disappointed, she was about to turn and find another spot when she heard Patrick’s booming voice calling to her, “Mel! Wait!”

Turning toward him, she couldn’t help but smile. He could melt her with that voice, no matter how bad she felt. “Hey! I saw someone’s using my space, so I was going to look for somewhere to sit until they leave.” She tried to keep her voice even and the disappointment at bay.

“Nope, nope. Come back! That was me. I saw the bar was starting to fill up and wanted to make sure my favorite girl had her spot.”

Melissa couldn’t help the elation that fluttered in her body and the beaming smile that she couldn’t hide behind her mask of cool indifference. She returned to her spot and thanked Patrick for moving the papers he’d placed on the stool and on the bartop. He jokingly gave a flourish as he held her hand, assisting her up onto the stool. However, as she raised herself up, he was crowding her physical space more than needed, and she took advantage, brushing her chest against his and again as she lowered herself to the seat. Relishing in the feeling of her hardening nipples grazing his body, she felt her pussy tingle. Biting back a moan, she looked up at Patrick to see him watching her intently, his eyes hooded.

Losing some of her gumption, the fear of losing his friendship creeping into her consciousness, she bit her lip and clenched her thighs together, attempting to elicit some relief before things got any more uncomfortable.

Patrick broke their spell, asking if she wanted her usual, a Manhattan with extra cherries. Melissa cleared her throat, “Um, yes, please. Thank you, Patrick. I really appreciate you reserving my spot too.”

“Well, I had to make sure you had the perfect view to watch me work, didn’t I?”

She chuckled, “Oh, is that right? I mean, I can’t be mad. I get to watch that ass all night now.” She smiled wide at the blush creeping up the back of his neck.

He brought her drink over, sliding it halfway and her hand to wrap around the glass, before stopping his movement and not letting go, allowing their hands to rest on each other’s while he let his eyes travel over her, “So, who are you meeting here, looking like that? Must be someone important to you.”

Feeling bold, she lightly moved her fingertips over the back of his hand. Looking up at him through her eyelashes, she tried to appear more confident than she felt - putting all her cards face up on the table, “It is someone important to me. Very much so. And,” she cleared her throat, “I already met him. He’s right in front of me.”

Melissa watched as Patrick swallowed thickly, wondering if she’d blown it with her lame comeback, especially when his face contorted with a snicker. “Yeah? He is, huh?”

She grimaced and lowered her eyes, convinced she’d just blown her chance, and prayed she hadn’t lost Patrick as a friend. “Shit,” she muttered to herself as she took her glass from his hand and went to take a deep dip.

Patrick gave a hearty laugh and placed a hand over her glass before she could bring it to her lips. He put just enough pressure to slowly lower it back to the bartop while his other hand went to her chin and raised her head to look at him head-on. He wore such an elated expression, that Melissa was convinced it was humor at her expense. Before she could make a snarky comment though, his hand slipped from her chin to cup her cheek, his fingers threading into the waves of her hair. Before she could process what was happening, Patrick’s lips were against hers, a pillow-soft kiss that reignited the pressure in Melissa’s core, melting her insides as she lost herself in tasting Patrick, savoring all he would give her as he tilted his head to deepen their kiss across the bar.

Unable to lean into his body, she tilted her hips into her seat to attempt and counterbalance the pressure throbbing through her clit. Melissa groaned at the sensation as Patrick let a small growl slip out as they parted. He stared into her eyes, not letting much space between them, “I’ve never been so relieved. I thought you’d given up on our flirtationship when you showed up looking like that tonight. I was afraid I’d missed my chance.”

Melissa released a heavy sigh she hadn’t realized was was holding onto, “Oh, no. Patrick, I thought my lame response made you lose whatever sex appeal you thought I had…”

“No way that would happen, Mel,” he purred. “If anything, you finally being upfront made your sex appeal–”

“Patrick! I could use some help over here!”

Patrick groaned at the intrusion. Aaron, his co-worker was drowning in drink orders. “Yeah, mate! Hang on!” He pulled Melissa back to him and kissed her roughly, pouring all of his need for her into it.

Aaron’s frantic voice rang out once more, “Patrick! Quit sucking face and get over here!”

Melissa snickered over Patrick’s lips at Aaron’s teasing. “I think you better go before he has kittens.”

Patrick groaned again, “Don’t move.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Patrick stepped back and shook his head, shaggy hair falling in his eyes, refocusing on the customers as he dragged a hand through his locks, pushing them out of his line of sight and plastering a smile on for them.

Melissa nursed her drink as she watched Patrick work, especially enjoying how squeezable his ass looked as he bent to scoop ice and leaned to hand off drinks or wipe the bar top.

Plucking a cherry from her glass, she rolled the burning, sweetened fruit over her lips, as Patrick glanced her way. As he slowed his mixing to watch, she popped the red cherry in between her lips and sucked it back, chewing slowly. Only after she winked at him, did Patrick blink hard and return to his task.

Suddenly, Patrick stood back and surveyed the crowd. After a moment, he leaned over to tell Aaron something and then turned to face Melissa. She swallowed her second cherry, loving the sting as it slid down her throat. Focused on Patrick’s movements, she couldn’t hear anything or anyone else as she watched him march toward her, eyes laser-focused on her.

The heat behind his eyes licked the flames in her core and now she could feel the pressure of the stool cushion pressing on her clit, making her hyper-aware of how wet she suddenly was.

Whipping around the bar, Patrick stopped behind her, leaning over her shoulder to whisper against her ear with a huff, “Come with me?” Melissa’s eyes drifted closed as his body heat and warm breath, but glanced at her hands, gripping the bartop as she felt his hands graze down her arms and wrists, and then smoothing over her hands, lacing their fingers together.

She nodded against him, “Yes. Where?”

He placed a soft kiss on her neck, moving his nose against the shell of her ear, “Follow me and find out?” Kissing her earlobe, “Please, Mel?”

She bit back a moan, her lip between her teeth.

Suddenly, she felt a rush of cool air and realized he had walked away. Turning her head, she noticed he was waiting for her to move so they could go to the front door. With a mischievous smile, she slipped her hand into his, ready to follow.

As they made their way through the sea of patrons, busy in their own conversations and flirty games, Melissa decided to see if she could fluster Patrick at all, and before she lost her courage, palmed an ass cheek through his slacks.

A large hand grabbed hers and tugged her forward so her chest landed flat against Patrick’s back, as he turned his head and said over the noise, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mel. I’m already revving to go.”

Melissa hadn’t expected him to have such a loud response, so she simply pushed forward, squishing her breasts against his back, and spoke into his ear, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Barkeep.”

He barked a laugh as they reached the door and cool air compared to the sauna the bar felt like with all the body heat slammed into Melissa’s body. Her nipples, unrestricted by a bra, were immediately noticeable. Patrick didn’t slow down, sharply turning away from the entryway to “Pour”, down the alleyway, spinning Melissa, her back to the wall. Pressing his body into hers, Patrick’s hands swept to hold her face, cradling it gently as he kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her lips to caress and massage against her own.

Moaning into his mouth, Melissa ran her hands from on top of his, down his arms, and torso, stopping at his belt buckle.

“Mel, are you sure? We could go somewhere,” he rasped.

Deciding he had a point, Melissa switched her mission from “Free the Kraken” to “Use the Kraken’s Cage” and hooked her fingers around the buckle to pull his pelvis to her mound, using the additional pressure to find a little relief.

She heaved a sigh, “You’re probably right. This isn’t as romantic as I fantasized it would be.”

Patrick lifted one of her legs to hook around his hip, moaning at the more direct contact, he ground against her. Melissa let a gasping moan loose as she felt herself soak her panties.

Patrick moved to focus on her neck, open-mouthed kisses dotting any part of her skin he could reach. While one hand reinforced her legs hold on him, his other graced up her side and cupped her breast, running his thumb over her hard nipple, creating a zip of pleasure that ran straight to her nether region, causing her core to clench around the emptiness inside her.

“Patrick, please. If you want–,” a strangled moan left her as he squeezed and twisted her bud. “Ugh, Patrick! If you want to take this somewhere else, we need to go now. I can’t– I’m not going to last much longer. I need you.”

Patrick gave one last slow grind against her, resting his head on her shoulder, catching his breath. “Shit, you’re right. This isn’t how I wanted to do this either.”

Ensuring she had her balance first, Patrick let Melissa gain her footing and immediately pulled out his phone. Catching her breath, she leaned against the wall as she watched her forearms flex while he frantically typed on his phone.

“What-*pant*-are you doing?”

Grinning at her panting and flushed face, he dipped down to kiss her hard but quickly. “What I should have done the moment I saw you walk in tonight; getting us a ride home and getting someone to cover me with Aaron tonight.”

Melissa smiled widely at him, “You mean–?”

“I’ve loved you for years now and too chicken shit to lose you if you didn’t feel the same. I’m not going back to work tonight. I can’t leave you now that I know you feel the same way.”

She felt herself melting all over again. “Then you better get me home, Barkeep.” She leaned up to whisper in his ear as the car stopped by the sidewalk right outside the alley. “Because these panties aren’t doing anything helpful anymore.”

Patrick flushed and his eyes flared with lust as he pulled her to the awaiting car. Having already given the app his address, he climbed into the vehicle first, pulling Melissa onto his lap.

Feeling a little subconscious about how soaked she was, she tried to shift into her own seat, but Patrick held fast, pulling her body into his, as he let his hand, out of sight of the driver, creep up her dress, brushing up her thighs.

Melissa gripped his knee in warning, eyes wide with alarm, signaling toward the driver’s watchful glances. Patrick dragged his nose over her shoulder and to the place where her neck and shoulder met, murmuring, “He can’t see us. He doesn’t care. You said your panties weren’t doing any good?” His hands brushed the edge of her underwear, tracing the line from the top of her thighs to the juncture, hidden from him with her legs clasped shut.

Adjusting his plan with a chuckle, he grazed the top of her mound, allowing his fingertips to gently tickle as they moved, all the while, watching Melissa’s face for any break in her stoic mask as she tried to not let on to the driver what was happening.

Taking advantage of a bump in the road that temporarily dislodged her armored stance against his wandering hand, Patrick slipped his hand to cup her sex, feeling the outline of her, his middle finger tracing the lips he could feel every detail of through her wetness leaking from her.

Melissa bit her lip to try and not give away what was happening, everything in her begging to not cum, not here in the back of a ride-share. Not in front of this complete stranger. Not after waiting for so long to have a shot at seeing the look on Patrick’s face when he slid inside her. They were so close. Not yet. She clamped her thighs around his hand, not letting him move back and forth over her sex anymore, her edge was so close, she was beginning to pant.

Patrick pulled her back, flush against him, kissing her neck, sucking on the spot that made her body stiffen. “Not yet, baby girl? You don’t want to give it to me yet?”

Too far gone to use her voice, Melissa shook her head, reinforcing her decision with an extra squeeze against his forearm. He ground up into her backside as he chuckled, “Okay. Okay. Let me go and we’ll wait till we’re inside. Okay?”

She gave him a pleading look over his shoulder but released his arm all the same.

“Trust me, I’ll wait, baby.” He kissed her cheek, lingering afterward to breathe her in. “We’re almost there.”

After a few deep breaths to calm herself enough that she could move without losing her orgasm, she decided to fight fire with fire. She watched him as he glanced at the streets to gauge how far they had to go as she ever so slowly started to grind her ass along the stiff line in his pants.

Patrick’s eyes rolled back as he inhaled deeply, a low groan leaving his lips as his hips involuntarily bucked her Melissa, causing her to sit more upright over his lap. Given this new position, which blocked him from the driver’s view, he gripped her hips as he ground into her mound, the pressure right over her aching core.

As Melissa let out a moaning gasp, Patrick attempted to cover the sound by announcing, “And we’re here! Thanks for the ride, buddy.”

Scrambling out of the vehicle, the driver took no extra time to linger and pulled away from the driveway quickly. Whether to evade viewing any more PDA by his patrons or to get more rides in before calling it a night, it didn’t matter. Patrick already had his hand on her ass cheek, squeezing it as he led her to his front door.

As he fiddled for the right key to unlock his house, Melissa wasted no time in taking her damned heels off, not wanting the next events to cause her to twist her ankle and ruin this.

As soon as the lock disengaged, Patrick threw the door open and turned to grab Melissa. Squealing, she was lifted up onto his torso where her legs automatically wrapped around him, her ankles locking her in place, his belt buckle back to her center, brushing against her and causing the most delicious sparks of pleasure.

No longer concerned about an audience, as soon as Patrick kicked the door shut behind them, Melissa let out a moan that rippled down into Patrick’s dick, causing his painful erection to throb in his slacks.

“Oh, God DAMN.” Patrick thrust Melissa onto the back of the door, one hand leaving her ass to lock it before pulling down her dress top to expose her perfect tits to him. All his to devour. He latched onto one stiff nipple, laving and sucking as she panted and held his head in place. The other hand left her ass, as she was pinned between him and the door, to grip and twist her other angry nipple until she cried out a gasp so loud Patrick was thankful he lived alone and in his own place. An apartment was definitely not something to try and tame Melissa in. Melissa was a screamer and that did nothing for Patrick’s steel rod. He could feel a wet spot beginning to grow on his boxers, his pre-cum leaking out at the sounds Melissa was making.

“Patrick, please. I can’t wait anymore. PLEASE.”

Coming up for air, Patrick licked and lightly bit her other nipple, “Yeah? What do you need, baby?”

Frustration ramping through her, she threw her head back onto the door and growled out, “Dammit, Patrick. Get your cock inside me now!”

Groaning as he ground up onto her sex, “As you wish, Mel.”

Swinging them both around, Patrick hauled her to his bedroom. Finally having a soft surface to use, he lay her down, propping himself up on his forearms and her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Landing a full kiss on her mouth, he teased her tongue with his, slowly massaging the muscle, coaxing her to entwine with him. Pressing his bulge into her apex, he ground into her clit, teasing the hard nub before standing up and watching Melissa as her chest rose and fell with her hard breathing. Her breasts were naked to his eyes, the skin flushed with her arousal, nipples hard buds waiting for his attention, a faint sheen of sweat from their teasing for the last half hour. Really all night. Hell, for the past 3 years at least!

“You’re so incredibly gorgeous, Mel.” He knelt in front of her open legs, hands skimming down from her knees, to grope her calves, to her feet. “I’m so sorry we wasted so much time when we could have been doing this,” he placed a kiss on the top of one foot while massaging the arch and heel, remembering how she’s complained of those shoes in the past, “so much sooner. I could have had this?” He ran his hands back to her calves, rubbing the soreness and tension out of her body. A deep moan left her lips as his thumbs found little taut muscle strings and loosened them. “I could have been listening to this? Making you feel so amazing you couldn’t keep your voice down,” he continued to work his way up her thighs, paying special attention to her hamstrings, the ones she overused in the ride-share to keep from cumming on his lap just a short while ago.

“Ah, Patrick…,” she gasped. “Patrick, please.”

“Hmm, you’ve been begging me a lot tonight. Are you close, baby?”

Her hands finally unclenched the bedspread and instead went to her breasts, kneading her flesh and tugging at her nipples as she panted. Not getting a verbal response, he decided to tease her a little, and looped his fingers around her panties, dragging them from her body. Not missing how the wet fabric stuck to her pussy before it peeled away, revealing her dripping core to him.

Melissa immediately started to pull her legs closed, embarrassed at how wet she was but Patrick’s shoulders stopped her movement and her eyes flew open to look at him. Patrick couldn’t help it and licked his lips. Staring at her juices, knowing that was all for him, from him, about him had his cock trying to burst out of its restraints. “God, Mel. You’re dripping for me.” Seeing the lust flash in his eyes again, Melissa craned her head back and moaned. “I’m so close, Patrick. Please.”

Remembering his plan to tease her, Patrick smiled to himself and leaned forward, lifting her dress just a hair and blowing on her mound. Shivers shook Melissa as goosebumps peppered her skin, the sensation being such a stark contrast to how hot everything felt to her in this moment. She gasped for air and promptly lost all of her breath as she felt Patrick grab her thighs, hoisting them onto his shoulders, and his hands holding open her skirt and lifting her mound to expose her clit. Before she could think, she felt his tongue lap at her center, up onto her clit, and his nose rub down as he swallowed. “Damn, baby. You taste better than candy.”

Melissa sucked in a breath, squeezing her nipples tighter. Patrick took that as a good sign and dove back in, continuing his long languid strokes with his tongue, circling around her lips and ending on her clit with a small suck. Moaning his name, Melissa moved her hands to his scalp, tugging his locks to hold him in place. Huffing a chuckle onto her mound, he moved one hand to slip between her lips as he focused his tongue’s attention on her clit, circling and lightly sucking as his finger parted her and sunk inside to feel her walls grip onto him. Melissa moaned at the invasion, “Oh God, Patrick– More. I need more.”

Stretching her further, he added another digit, relishing in how her pussy sucked him deep, trying to milk him as she hedged on her orgasm. “Baby, I know you’re ready to go. Cum for me.”

Unable to hold herself back anymore, she let a screaming moan release from her as she clamped down on his fingers and tugged at the blanket underneath her. Patrick slowly thrust in and out of her core until he felt her flutters subside. As he waited for her breathing to even out again, he moved in and out of her at a painstakingly slow rate with one hand but with the other unzipped his pants and finally freed his cock, the pre-cum streaming now and the head swollen and purple with being edged for over an hour now.

Slowly, softly stroking himself, he realized he made a mistake as he was now ready to blow and Melissa hadn’t recovered yet. Without even realizing it, he let a low moan out and Melissa perked at the sound. Peeking through her eyelids, her orgasm waves just finally coming to a stop, she saw Patrick’s eyes closed, his jaw slackened, and put the pieces together herself.

“Patrick?” He glanced up at her, a faint blush staining his cheeks at being caught, but the overwhelming desire to be inside her overrode any normal response of embarrassment he might have had. All he could think about was how tight she felt around his other fingers and how dripping wet she was with her cum, but how full he’d made her if she was ready to have him inside her.

“Patrick, I need you. I need you inside me. Please put it in me. I want your cock to make me cum.” Patrick started by removing his fingers from her dripping snatch, licking the cum off his digits and moaning as he sucked them dry. Melissa felt her mouth go dry at the sight. As he stood up, removed his shirt, and stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking his shoes off as he went, Melissa got a full view of his angry, dripping rod and all the divots of his muscles. She felt her core clench, aching to have his thickness inside her, to cum over it, to feel him fill her.

“Patrick, I need it. Please give it to me, let me have your cock. I want to cum on it and I want to feel your cum in me.”

“Mel, if you don’t stop talking like that,” he climbed over her, pulling her to the center of the bed, away from the edge. “Mel, you’re going to make me cum before I even get inside you.” Feeling his tip nudge at her mound, she gripped his shoulders and bit her lip. “No, baby, don’t do that.” He pulled her lip out from between her teeth with his thumb. Leaning down and kissing her deeply, leaving her breathless. “I’ve waited years to hear you moan my name, and dammit, I’m not going to be robbed of it tonight. Scream, moan, cry, whatever noises you want to make, make them. I want them all.”

Releasing one shoulder, her hand skimmed between their bodies to grip him, stroking his length before placing him at her entrance. “Then make me, baby.”

Patrick could feel the heat of her center on his tip and he barely moved forward to sheath just the head of his dick inside of her, just parting her muscles enough to put pressure where she needed it. “Oh, shit… Patrick, it’s so big.”

“Do you want me to go slow, Mel?”

Melissa gasped at the pressure, but shook her head, “No. Don’t you dare stop. Give me everything. Don’t stop.”

Patrick didn’t need to be told twice and thrust himself in halfway before pulling out completely, resting his tip at her lips. Sucking on her neck, he thrust just the tip in slowly before pushing himself in halfway again. Pulling out till just the tip was left, he thrust hard till he was seated fully inside her, his balls slapping her ass. “Oh, God. Patrick! Shit, you’re so deep.”

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“No, it feels amazing. Keep going.” She moved her hips upward to sink him further inside, her walls squeezing him, trying to keep him in place. With Melissa’s approval, he started a rhythm, rocking into her so she could feel the friction on his pelvic bone, hoping to get her to the edge quicker because her wet heat was better than he had ever fantasized and he was barreling toward his release quicker than he intended.

“Mel. Mel, I can’t hold it. God, you feel too good. You’re so tight and you feel amazing wrapped around my hard cock. You’re going to make me cum, baby,” he moaned into her neck.

“Oh, shit. Patrick. Patrick, I need to cum. Please. Baby, please!”

“Cum, Mel. Give it to me.”

“Yes, Patrick, let me feel you cum. Fill me up!”

Patrick latched himself onto one of her tits and moved his hand to rub her clit in rough circles. Feeling her fly off the edge, he followed after her. Pumping into her while he came, feeling his jets of cum streaming inside her, mixing with her own, he felt it spilling out of her core and off his pumping cock.

The way Melissa was writhing under him, Patrick felt she was still horny enough that he could get another orgasm out of her, the pulsing of his dick probably had her still on the edge, an assistant to a quick recovery time. While still hard inside her, he rocked himself in and out of her, rubbing her clit against his mound again. A deep moan escaped her lips, her eyes still closed.

“You’re ready to go again, Mel?” He could feel the movement pumping their mixed cum out of her pussy as he moved, the slick liquid giving him the ability to glide in and out smoothly. Her walls still gripping at him. “So sensitive, Patrick. Oh, God. I don’t, I don’t think I can.”

He hummed in her ear, lightly sucking on her earlobe. Feeling the small flutters around his dick, “Oh, baby. I think you can. I think you have one more for me.” Melissa’s mouth fell open with a deep moan, vibrating his dick just enough that Patrick suspected he might be able to get off one more time too, which was new for him but he wasn’t going to object.

Going for a different tactic this time, Patrick resituated himself without pulling out, grabbing her hips as he sat up more fully, he let her relax her body while he slammed himself in and out of her in slow strokes slipping out but hard strokes back inside her, pulling her back fast to seat himself fully, his balls slapping her ass with each slam. As she heard her breathing become harder and faster, he increased his pace ever so slightly. Soon she felt her start to squeeze him more fully, her moaning getting louder. He released one hip and moved it to her mound, rubbing his thumb over her clit in quick circles and strokes, he felt his own release coming too. “Patrick, oh God. I don’t… I don’t know if I can–If I can cum again.”

“I can feel you trying to milk me baby, cum for me. God, the way you’re squeezing me. Give it to me, Mel. Let me have it. Cum, baby.”

“Oh, Patrick. Oh, SHIT,” Mel screamed as she came, clamping down on his cock so hard he couldn’t move as he came in time with her. He couldn’t breathe as her whole body gripped onto his - her legs locked around his torso, her pussy milking him, and her arms around his shoulders, her fingernails latched onto his back. He moaned loudly, feeling his cock emptying his cum into her massaging pussy once again.

As soon as her body started to relax, Patrick slowly pulled away from her body, watching as his dick slipped out and unplugged the mix of juices from her core, dripping down her lips and onto the bed below. He looked up at Melissa’s spent body, flushed with fresh orgasms, sweat on her forehead causing her hair to stick in place. Her legs were jello-like and she lay limply on the bed, uncaring anymore if he stared at her in such a vulnerable state.

As soon as he wasn’t so out of breath, he went to get stuff to clean up. After using the facilities and grabbing a warm, wet washcloth, he returned to her side only to see she had already drifted off, in the same spent position she’d been left in. Not wanting to startle her, he spoke aloud to her as he worked, “Mel? I’ve got a warm cloth here, I’m going to clean you up, so don’t be afraid. It’s just me. Get cleaned up so we don’t have to worry about any of this later, ok?”

She mumbled in her sleepy state, a lot of incoherent words but he was able to make out a faint “thank you”. Knowing she would need to use the facilities herself, he lightly rubbed her arm.

“Mel? Baby? Can you wake up long enough to use the bathroom and then we can get some sleep?”

Never having experienced “Sleepy Mel”, Patrick wasn’t sure what to expect but what he got was a very adorable cuddle bug. She quickly left and came back (both times with her eyes still closed, somehow) and quickly climbed under the fresh blankets Patrick had managed to replace the formerly (very used) bedspread and made herself right at home in his arms as she fell back to sleep.

Patrick, never having felt very comfortable snuggling after screwing someone, found himself wrapped around Melissa’s body almost like a protective koala bear, thinking about how he couldn’t wait to experience “Morning Mel” either. He took a deep inhale of her scent and let himself drift away with her.