Sexed Up

I tapped my phone, using the ride service app to tip my driver. He pulled the car up to the curb outside Todd's condo. I tried not to think about why I was here, but the warm ache, the tightness in my core, would not let me forget. My hand shook a little as I opened the door.

"Thank you," I said to the driver as I stepped out on the curb. He waved and I shut the door. My knees knocked as I stared up the short walk to Todd's door. I tried to tell myself it was only a booty call, but I couldn't.

Todd and I had engaged in a sex upon request agreement for a couple of months now. We'd met at some sorority party my friends had dragged me to and banged like bunnies. After that, he'd shared that he wanted someone steadier than a football groupie to try his kinks on. I'd shared that I wanted naked stress busting on the regular. I couldn't think of anyone better to do it with than my school's star tight end. He had muscle, muscle with a capital M, and King Kong dong. I didn't mind his kinks, so long as he asked permission. However, after what he'd done to me last weekend the l-word had been intruding on my thoughts-a lot. But orgasms didn't equal love. What happened when Todd got tired of giving me orgasms?

Something tight, and frightening, blossomed in my chest. Suddenly uncertain what I was doing here, I reached for the car door. The driver pulled away before I could grasp the handle.

Farts. Despite February's chill, my hands were sweaty so I ran them down the thighs of my jeans. On shaky legs, I strode up to the door and knocked.

Kevin, Todd's housemate and the team's second string quarterback, answered.

"Hey, Lors," he said, standing aside to let me in. The bachelor pad smelled of pizza and beer but not in an old socks kind of way. "How's it hanging?"

I rolled my eyes so hard I was at risk of straining a muscle. "I have no it to be hanging. And what's with Lors? Is Laura really that much harder to say?" I dropped my purse on the entry table knowing the guys wouldn't disrespect me by going through it.

"He's a dumb jock, Lors." Stephen said. His fingers continued to dance upon a consul controller. "Laura has too many syllables."

I quirked a brow when Stephen glanced away from the shooter on the TV to grin at me. "And you're not?" Stephen looked every inch the linebacker. He was only an inch or so taller than I, I being five eleven plus, but he might've been two hundred and fifty pounds heavier.

"Pre-med, baby!"

Stephen claimed he was going to be a gynecologist. I wasn't sure I believed him but now that I thought about it, it wasn't as bad as it sounded. He was good looking. Those tats of his were hypnotic. I'd've happily spread my thighs for him if I hadn't been spreading them for Todd.

"Is Todd here?" He'd better be, it was his, "I need your ass," text that had me scurrying over to his place like an eager puppy. I'd been studying for my Thermodynamics test next week but not been able to concentrate after that. I'd never given my ass to anyone before but last weekend Todd had put a plug in it. I'd lost my mind. The dewpoint in my panties increased ten points just thinking about it. Thermodynamics indeed.

"Yeah," Kevin said, pushing past me. "He jumped in the shower the moment you texted that you were on your way."

I felt something warm and fuzzy fill me. I appreciated that he was cleaning up for me. Sweat was sexy during sex, so long as it was sex-sweat-jock sweat, on the other hand, gross. "Oh, okay." I heard a hollow bang from somewhere on the second floor and I thought it might be water hammer. It sounded like Todd might be ready for me soon. The ache, and the jitters, spread. My nipples pinched.

"Beer?" Kevin said.

Stephen thrust his arm into the air. "Yeah!"

"I meant Lors, you dumb ass."