Sour

the room became dark again, losing the sole source of lighting the open door had been giving it. adrian couldn't understand how he didn't notice you open the door. had you knocked? had he even closed it? fuck! he let himself be too caught up in your panties to even take in his surroundings.

"yeah? you sure about that?" you tilted your chin defiantly, quite literally looking down on him.

"uh-huh ... yeah! i'm sure, i- these aren't yours! it's actually a little self-absorbed of you to make that assumption, uh, also, i'm- i'm kinda naked right now-"

your eyes trailed down, meeting his limp dick as it laid on his abdomen. it was fully beaten down, having done its job mere seconds before you'd walked into the room — and you, standing there, still wearing those damn pj shorts, it made him panic at the thought of it getting hard all over again.

adrian rushed to cover himself up with a pillow, however delayed his reaction was in this current circumstance (you'd already gotten a good eyeful of the goods).

now at the foot of the bed, you reached down to grab at the lace, bringing it up to his eye line.

"these are my size."

"that is purely coincidental!"

"they're also the brand i usually buy."

"well- maybe you've just got generic taste."

you cocked your head, "so if these aren't mine ... whose are they?"

this sent him on a loop. he hadn't planned that far ahead. he never really did. living in the moment and all that.

"they're uh- they're- i-"

letting him stammer out a response for a moment or two, you sat at the edge of the bed, making his blubbering halt for the first time. his gulp was practically audible.

"what if i told you i left them out for you to find?"

oh, fuck.

fuckfuckfuckfuck-

"you- what do you mean by that?" he immediately sat up, crotch still covered by a pillow, but still painfully naked otherwise. but his mind was elsewhere, running a mile a minute due to your words.

you shrugged, "i mean it exactly as it sounds."

"you, uh, you have to tell me if you're being sarcastic. cause- cause it'd be kinda mean if you made fun of me when i'm being so vulnerable."

the air got a little heavier as soon as you sat down, and even as clueless as adrian could be to social cues, even he could detect the shift. but, still, he needed to make sure. he didn't want to face the brunt of a deadly combination of humiliation and blue balls — cause, yeah, he was already getting hard again (blame your tiny little shorts!).

"do you need me to be more obvious? isn't me being half-naked every time you're around enough?"

fuck!

he let his eyes wander (not that they hadn't already), this time allowing himself the time to take a nice, long look at your thighs as you crossed your legs on his bed. then they traveled up, taking note of the two peaks peeking through the thin material of your tank top. it wasn't even hot enough for you to need to wear such little clothing. you were really doing it on purpose.

after a few harsh blinks, adrian opened his mouth to speak, unsure of what he's going to say before he says it. but fortunately for him, you beat him to the punch.

"if you admit they were my panties, i'll let you-"

"yes."

you laughed, "you don't even know what i was about to say."

"yes to anything you say. are you- are you crazy? i have a hot babe in my bed wearing the tiniest shorts known to man and looking at me like she's about to eat me — or at least that's what i hope that look means, because if not, that'd be reaaallyyy embarrassing, man."

another laugh left your lips. he wasn't sure what he was doing to make you laugh, but he wanted to make sure it happened again and again. up until the point you let him take off your clothes and have you making other types of noises under him, maybe let him make you laugh some more over pillow talk.

"move the pillow, then."

fuck, it was those sultry eyes again. and your tone of voice was lower than before. yeah, he was about to score.

moving the pillow aside, he readjusted his glasses. they were a little foggy from his heavy breath, but he still had a perfect view of your eyes going down to his dick — which was already rock hard again.

your eyes flickered back up to his, smirking at him as if you'd won some price. it made him uneasy, but it also turned him on like crazy.

"show me what you were doing with my panties," you ordered. not asked, not suggested, ordered. it had him gulping back a breath.

"y-yeah, okay."

again, his hand went to find his dick, gripping it and beginning to jerk it slowly. his other hand, still grasping your panties, traveled up to his face, unabashed in shoving them against his nose and inhaling deeply. the moan that came from his lips was not accidental, but louder than he'd expected.

next to him, you watched, fingers digging into the comforter beneath you. your bottom lip was trapped under your upper teeth, eyes completely focused on his right hand as it played with his cock.

"you- you like this? you like watching me? fuck, that's so dirty- it's so hot, fuck ... you're so fucking hot- i can't believe this is happening-"

he panted word after word, a little muffled due to the panties currently covering half his face. but also, he was on top of the world. he had a pretty girl looking to him like he was edible, like he was one right move away from you shoving him on the bed and riding his face. he felt his entire body vibrate with want.

suddenly, he felt you move, and before he could react, your hand was gripping at his chin, pulling the panties away as you brought him towards you. without realizing how or when, you were now sat on his lap, his hand between you and still hard at work on his cock, but your lips were now on his, tongue shoved so deep down his throat his eyes couldn't help rolling back.

"f-fuck, hmmph! hnng..."

and then your hips made their way into the picture, rocking against him, hands pushing his own aside so you could connect your pelvis with his own — his unclothed, yours barely. as if zapped by the friction, his hands immediately jumped to grip at your waist, pulling you closer, following your rhythm.

"let me fuck you- please tell me that's where this is going," he pleaded, barely able to speak as your tongue attacked to his lips, "cause- fuck, i'm so fucking horny- you're so hot. i've been wanting you for ages. i'd let you do whatever you want to me- i'll do anything you want. even the dirty, freaky stuff- like, anything!"

when he'd broken the kiss, your lips began trailing down, sucking marks along the way and making him shudder every single time. eventually your lips found his nipple, making his words cease and for more whimpers to leave his lips.

"oh, fuck- that feels so fucking good- hmph, i'm gonna cum if you keep doing this to me-"

"don't come," you finally speak, heading straight back to his lips, noses touching and lips barely gracing, "i'm gonna ride you, and then you're gonna clean up your own cum out of me, okay?"

a full body shudder ran down adrian's body. your voice was serious, demanding, and your gaze unwavering as you flicked back and forth from his eyes to his lips. he felt like a piece of meat.

nodding, he tried to hold back a groan, but it ended up leaving his lips regardless when you suddenly threw off your tiny little tank top. your breasts slipping out had him salivating, made his fingers twitch on your waist and his hips cant up slightly.

"you want some new panties to sniff, adrian?"

fuck, when you said it like that it sounded soooo dirty. but, still, adrian nodded adamantly, eyes widening when you got off his lap to slip them off before making your way right back on him. panties now in hand, you dangled them like a prize to be earned.

"open your mouth."

again, he groaned painfully, but his mouth still opened, tongue out and ready as you adjusted the panties so the worn part of the fabric would head straight for his tongue.

the panties were freshly wet, the scent invading adrian despite them being in his mouth. you tasted just as good as you smelled, now overtaking two of adrian's senses (four, if you counted the sounds you made as you ground on his lap and the grinding itself).

still grinding on him, he groaned into the piece of fabric stuffed in his mouth. he couldn't help but grind back up against you, humming when you'd overtake him and settle a rhythm of your own. and now it was even worse, now he could feel your bare cunt sliding up and down his dick as it laid flat on his lower abdomen. it was torture, and you wouldn't let up, wouldn't let him slip past your folds and into the source of the honey currently pressing against his tongue.

"wanna fuck me, adrian?" you whispered into his ear, nibbling lightly at the lobe.

he felt a shudder go through his whole body, body flexing as he tried to hold back from exploding.

"u-uh-huh."

tsk'ing, you shook your head, taking the fabric out of his mouth, "words, baby."

baby... fuck!

"yes- please. i wanna fuck you so bad. i've wanted to fuck you since we met! i had to sabotage other potential roommates to make sure my mom chose you cause- fuck, oh that feels really- hmmph! fuck!"

he stammered on, choking on his words when you gripped at him from between your bodies, using his tip to circle at your clit as he tried to speak. adrian couldn't think when you were doing with him as you wished, but, fuck, did he love that. he was eating right off the palm of your hand.

"let me- just the tip?" he bartered, "i'll take anything, just- hnng... let me fuck you, please. please? i'll make it so good for you, i'll- i'll make you come, i promise."

that was it. adrian's eyes rolled all the way to the back of his head, a high-pitched whine leaving his lips at the warmth enveloping him. your body pressed against his own, breasts warm against his chest and lips running up and down the length of his neck, tongue trailing right behind.

"fuck! you feel waaaay better than i imagined. how are you so tight, fuck!"

"you imagined this?"

he nodded, staring up at you from his fogged-up glasses, "only all the fucking time," he hiccupped, "i rubbed one off thinking about you every night- fucking- stole some of your perfume so my pillow would smell like you."

while he stammered, you ground your hips, bounced, swirled on top of him.

"tell me more," you encouraged between kisses, breath heavy against his.

"y-yeah? okay, i- fuck, i'm having performance anxiety. you feel so fucking- hnng... so fucking good," he buried his head in your neck, mouth open and drool leaving his lips, "had to convince my mom i wans't gonna be a fucking creep, but- fuck, can't help it. you keep wearing those slutty shorts and those slutty tops and i can't fucking think- oh, fuck, yesyesyesyes just like that!"

the plap plap plap of skin filled the room as adrian bit into your shoulder, loud moans muffled by your skin but effective all the same. crescent moons made their way to your waist, courtesy of his harsh grip on you. he fucked his hips against you, feet plopping on the bed for support, hammering against you, completely mindless to anything other than the pleasure.

"is it good? tell me it's good for you too- cause, fuck, it's so fuuuucking good, fuuuuck! need you to come first, pleasepleaseplease, just- need me to play with your clit? yeah, fuck, you just got sooo fucking tight, fuck, you want me so bad."

sloppily, his knuckle circled at your clit, puffy and begging for his attention. it made him gulp back even more blabbers, specially when you squeezed him so tight he felt his soul begin to leave his body. his eyes crossed, pants leaving his lips at how unbelievable you felt wrapped around him.

your sounds were overpowered by his, but he was close enough to feel the vibration of your moans, to make out those three syllables that made up his name.

finally disconnecting his face from your neck, he nosed at you, finding his way to your lips but leaving a small gap between. he couldn't help the flood of pride rushing through him when your lips tried chasing after his.

"oh, god, you fucking want me- fuck, you're so fucking sexy, you're going to break me, aren't you?"

"want to make you come," you breathed out directly into his lips, "make me come too."

nodding numbly, he pleaded for it, "please, yes. come. fucking come with me, let me- let me fill you up. i'll lick you clean like i promised, just- wanna creampie you so fucking bad."

embarrassingly enough, his orgasm came first. he lost his voice as he came, moaning your name loudly enough for neighbors to hear, going mute as he panted through its entirety. but the grind of his hips never halted, neither did the messy 8's he'd been drawing on your nub, bringing you right down with him as his own orgasm subsided.

you fell against him as you came, which gave him the perfect opportunity to trap you in his arms. he'd never known skin to skin contact to feel this nice, but he simply didn't want it to end.

"god, you're such a fucking freak," he cackled as he attempted to catch his breath, "i really should've known. peacemaker told me the booty shorts had to be on purpose."

"who's peacemaker?" you mumbled, barely lucid.

he chuckled, the movement of his chest making you rise up and down as you laid on him, still full of him.

"only my bff, duh! i'll introduce you guys someday. just- if he tries to fuck you, say no. i don't really wanna share you."

your confused 'huh?' went unheard as he suddenly pulled out, flipping you over with a practiced expertise that had you unscathed and on your back. you'd barely blinked by the time he'd crawled between your legs.

"now, if you'll excuse me, i have to clean up my mess."

Your whole body went rigid as a marble statue, underwear still strangling the fat of your thighs as you saw Jack leaning against the back of the couch with a wicked little grin on his lips.

And Robby sitting there on the couch with a beer in his hand, looking like he either wanted to laugh or file a formal complaint with God.

You inhaled like a dying accordion and slowly, horrifyingly slowly, pulled your underwear back up, hoping to replace the dignity that had evaporated as soon as your boyfriend and your attending saw everything under the sun and then some.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded awkwardly, very Monica from Friends like and chirped, “Didn’t see you there, Robinavitch.” You barely glanced at Jack. “Abbot.”

“Sweetheart,” he greeted, raising his coffee with a smile as sweet as sin. “You look beautiful in the evening light. Real natural.”

You stared at the wall like it owed you rent money and gestured vaguely for the kitchen. “Yeah, so, I’m just gonna—”

“Oh, no, please,” Robby said in that fake sympathetic tone. “Don’t let me interrupt whatever you were aggressively negotiating with your attending.” he grinned. “Your very much older attending. What are you, twenty-eight to his fifty?”

“Speak for yourself, old man,” Jack scoffed. “I’m forty-eight.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to age-shame your sex life.”

You breathed deeply, trying to figure if you wanted to cover your boobs or commit to the bit. But they’d already seen ‘em and more like you were on a centerfold—there was no way that toothpaste was going back in the tube.

“You guys have got to stop hanging out here,” you muttered.

“Why?” Jack asked, completely unbothered. “Afraid someone’s going to hear you barge in begging for me to impregnate you?”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, nose scrunching like a bad odor. “Don’t fucking say it like I’m some broodmare for an alien. What is wrong with you?”

“My broodmare,” Jack corrected smoothly with a smirk.

Robby grimaced. “Oh, come on, man, not in front of my beer.” He took a sip anyway.

You rubbed your jaw, fully disassociating. “I’m going to go. That way.” You pointed weakly down the hall. “And see if I can’t drown myself in the bathtub.”

“Don’t do that,” Jack called as you retreated, clutching what little remained of your dignity like a Victorian maiden. “Landlord’ll be up my ass for weeks if you kill yourself in my place. Least you could do is go for the roof at work. Make admin handle the paperwork. Might free up some beds.”

You stopped just long enough to point blindly over your shoulder. “You’re a real fucking asshole, Abbot.”

You slammed the bathroom door shut behind you hard enough that it shook a picture frame on the wall.

Jack grinned and sipped his coffee; Robby sipped his beer.

“How long have you two been…?” he asked, gesturing with his beer can like it was the best concept for “railing my best nurse.”

“‘Bout a year,” Jack said casually.

Robby blinked. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

Jack shrugged. “You never asked.”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry,” Robby said flatly. “At what point in our decades old friendship am I supposed to ask, ‘Hey, man, you railing my best RN? Just checking.’”

“Hey, I’m not railing,” he defended. “I’m making love. There’s a difference.”

Robby snorted into his can. “Uh huh, sure, Shakespeare.” A beat passed and his voice dropped in that way men’s do when they’re discussing something they don’t want anyone to hear. “She any good?”

Jack considered the question like he was considering a chart at work—with full attention. “You asking outta curiosity or for an educational demonstration?”

“Little a both, if I’m honest,” he said without shame.

The corner of his mouth crooked. “You know how she’s always real sweet at work. Don’t you call her Nurse Cheer?”

“Hm, Holiday Cheermeister,” Robby corrected proudly.

“Yeah, well, she isn’t nice at home.”

His brows rose. “You gettin’ your ass beat?”

“Oh, I’m getting something beat.” Jack answered. “And it’s not my fucking ass.”

Robby let out an undignified snort, shaking his head. “I knew you were a freak.”

Jack smiled smugly like the cat with the canary. “Doctor in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” he laughed, downing the rest of his beer before he stood up. “I’m heading out before I hear or see anything else that ruins my night more than my shift already did.”

“You sure?” Jack asked. “You heard the lady of the house. We’ve got fifteen minutes. She does this thing with her hips. Make you bust befo—”

“Aaaand I’m out,” Robby waved off, picking up his bag. “I’ll see you at shift change tomorrow. Have a quiet one.”

Jack squinted over his coffee mug, muttering into it, “You’re a real fucking dick, you know that?”

“I do,” he answered pleasantly.

He paused at the end of the couch to see your sports bra lying there. Jack could see the gears turning in Robby’s head.

“I won’t tell her,” Jack murmured, sipping his coffee. “She’s into that.”

Robby hummed low in his throat and looked back up with a smirk. “Maybe next time.”

“Mm, next time is on shift change.”

“Jesus,” Robby muttered. “You two fuck that early?”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

“At least tell me it’s not in the staff lounge.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, brother,” Jack grinned ferally.

“Disgusting. Bastard.” Robby said as he made a face and headed for the door. “HR’s going to smite you one day.”

The front door clicked behind him and Jack finished his coffee, set his mug down on the end table, and checked his watch.

Fifteen minutes had dropped to ten.

He could still make it.