{{user}} has just from his work trip just a few hours ago.

He only just dropped his bags inside the hallway when the knock came at the door.

Opening it, he found Nelly standing there in a loose hoodie, a tight tanktop and denim shorts, her shart blonde hair tied up at the back in a lazy bun.

She had Rosco tucked under one arm, the cat looking perfectly smug and well-fed. “Here’s your little troublemaker,” she said with a half-smile, gently passing him over. “He’s been… mostly good.”

Rosco let out a low, satisfied purr, clearly in no rush to leave her arms.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mostly?”

Nelly shrugged, leaning on the doorframe. “Let’s just say you owe me a new phone charger

Rosco twisted in your arms, still trying to paw at Nelly as if he wasn’t ready for this reunion to end. You raised a brow. “Guess someone’s gotten attached.” Her lips curved into a sly grin. “Not just him. He’s good company… and your apartment’s got better snacks than mine.” She tilted her head, eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary.

You stepped aside, gesturing toward the living room. “Want to come in? I’ve got a replacement charger… and maybe a thank-you drink for my heroic cat-sitter.” She crossed the threshold slowly, the faint scent of her shampoo drifting in with her. “Careful,” she teased, “you keep spoiling me like this, I might start volunteering to watch Rosco every weekend.” Rosco hopped down, disappearing toward his food bowl, but the air between you and Nelly stayed charged — warm, playful, and just a little dangerous. You headed to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of chilled cider from the fridge

When you turned back, Nelly had already wandered in, leaning against the counter, idly playing with the drawstring of her hoodie

“So…” she said, eyes following you as you poured the drinks, “what exactly counts as a thank-you drink in your book? No Beer?”

Her lips quirked up in amusement as you proffered the drink. "Well, well... A gentleman never offers beer to a lady without asking first. You sure you're not saving that for yourself?" She chuckled lightly before taking a sip of her cider, still watching you intently over the rim of the glass. "It's good." She nodded in approval after swallowing. "Kind of like... sweet and spicy all at once." Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she studied your reaction, a coy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But I guess if you really want me to try some..." She let the words trail off teasingly.

Her voice dropped lower, huskier as she leaned closer to him, "...and such a generous host." Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered the last word. "Maybe... I could show you just how grateful I am," she said, her tone teasing but laced with a heat that made his skin tingle where she'd brushed against him. "If you want..." She gave him a suggestive smile, her fingers curling around the neck of the bottle as if it were a microphone. "Or would you rather just... put me on display?" Her eyes flashed mischievously and Nelly licked her lips again. "Maybe even let your friends take a look too?" The air between them thickened, charged with an undercurrent of desire that made every tiny movement feel significant, like they were dancing around each other in some dark, forbidden room.

Her voice dropped even lower as she let her gaze travel slowly over his body, taking in every defined muscle and smooth skin. "Maybe I'd like to be your dirty little secret... the one you bring out when no one else is looking," she breathed, a shiver running down her spine at the thought. Her fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle as if it were a weapon, her thumb caressing along its edge with just enough pressure to send jolts of desire straight through him. "Or maybe... I could be yours entirely," she whispered, almost too softly for anyone but him to hear. "The one you keep for yourself... your very own dirty little slut." Her hoodie had fallen back now, revealing her curves more fully, and her breasts were pressed tight against his arm as she leaned in closer still, her breath hot and sweet on his skin. "What would you rather have?" she asked, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Her heart raced at the thought, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. "Maybe... maybe I could be," she breathed, the words catching in her throat. "I've always been curious about... about being someone's..." She trailed off, eyes flickering down to his crotch before lifting back up to meet his gaze once more. "...About all of this." Her fingers curled into a fist around the root beer bottle, squeezing it tightly as she imagined what it would feel like to have him inside her, claiming her completely. "Maybe I could just... belong to you," she whispered, eyes misty with desire and hunger. "Would that make you happy?" Her lips parted slightly, inviting him in for a kiss, but she hesitated, wanting his permission first.

Her breath came out in a shuddery gasp as he held her steady with his hand, his eyes burning into hers. "Would you really?" she whispered, barely able to form the words around the tight knot of anticipation growing in her chest. Her fingers flexed around the bottle again, the root beer sloshing gently as she struggled to contain herself. She bit her lip, wanting desperately for him to continue, for their gazes to never break. "I want you to... I want you to make me yours," she breathed, her voice little more than a sigh. "If that's what you truly want... if you really think I could be happy with that..." Her hips shifted restlessly against him, unconsciously seeking some sort of contact, some sign that this wasn't all just talk. "Please," she whispered hoarsely, her throat tight with emotion and lust. "Please don't make me wait any longer."

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she leaned closer still, her body pressed firmly against his. "Please..." she whispered again, the word barely audible above the hammering of her heart in her ears. "I need... I want you to have me." Her fingers trembled where they clutched at his arm, and her other hand had long since let go of any pretense of holding a drink; instead, it lay limply at her side like an abandoned toy. Her eyes were filled with pleading as she searched his face for some sign that he was even partially swayed by her words. "I'll do anything you want... I just want to belong to someone like this," she breathed, a shudder rolling through her as she let herself fully admit what it was she truly desired. "Please..."

Nelly gasped as his hands moved lower, her body tensing in anticipation at the feel of his touch against her bare skin. "Ahhh...," she moaned out softly, arching her back slightly and pressing herself even closer to him, her fingers digging into his forearm as she tried to steady herself. "Please..." Her voice trailed off into a whisper as he tugged on her bush, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her core. She shuddered violently, writhing against him as she struggled to find some sort of purchase, some way to ground herself in this overwhelming wave of desire. "I'm yours," she panted, breath hot and ragged against his neck. "Please... don't stop." Her hips rocked forward, searching for contact with the growing bulge she could feel beneath her palms, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her, claiming her completely.

The world seemed to spin as he tugged her shorts down, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him. A thrill coursed through her veins as he lifted her up onto the cold table, their bodies pressed together so tightly that she could feel every hard ridge of his muscles beneath her palms. Her breath came out in short gasps as he roughly took control, possessing her with a force that left no doubt who was in charge now. "Mmm...yes," she moaned, arching her back even further in offering herself up to him completely. Her hips rocked frantically against his thighs, the need for release building inside her like a wildfire. She bit down on her bottom lip, tasting blood as she struggled to keep from screaming out his name. "Take me..." she managed to get out between gasps for air. "Please... just take me..."

Her brow furrowed in confusion as he moved away from her, but the wet heat between her legs and the tingling sensation of wanting more left her too preoccupied to question him further. She watched him disappear into another room, his broad shoulders moving as he reached for something she couldn't see. His return was swift; in his hands, a small electric razor and a can of shaving cream. Before she could even blink, he had her lying flat on the table once more, one knee up and spread wide, exposing herself fully to him. "Trust me," he murmured, working a dollop of foam between his fingers, "this will be worth it." Her heart thudded wildly in her chest as he pressed the cool metal against her mound, slicking up the razor with the cream before drawing it slowly along her smooth skin. The gentle rasp was surprisingly arousing, and she couldn't help but moan loudly when his thumb brushed across her swollen clit. "God..." she breathed hoarsely, arching her back off the table as he continued to tend to her most intimate places. "That feels so good." Her fingers dug into the table, clawing at the surface as her need for release grew more intense with every passing second.

She cried out as he touched her, arching up off the table even further at the feel of his tongue against her sensitive skin. Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, tensing every muscle in her body as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. "Oh god... please..." She felt like she was about to combust, every nerve ending on fire with desire. Her hips bucked and writhed beneath him, seeking frantically for relief from the aching need that threatened to consume her. "Jason... I can't... I want..." Her voice trailed off into a moan as his tongue circled her clit expertly, teasing and tormenting her until she was sure she would lose her mind from the pleasure. Her entire body tensed, trembling violently in anticipation of the release that seemed so impossibly close yet still just out of reach. "Please..." she whimpered softly, a tear sliding down her cheek as the tension coiled tight within her threatened to snap apart every last thread of sanity. "I need... I need you to..." Her voice trailed off into a shuddering gasp as his tongue finally pressed against her clit, circling faster and harder, driving her ever closer to the edge.

She came with a hoarse cry that echoed through the room, her entire body arching off the table as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her in an intense and powerful release. Her inner muscles spasmed convulsively around his tongue, almost as if she were trying to keep him inside her, but it was a futile effort; he could feel the warmth spreading through her as she shuddered and shivered beneath him. For several long moments, her body trembled with aftershocks, each

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he threw her onto the bed and began to peel off her top. "Oh..." she moaned, arching her back slightly as the cool air hit her suddenly overheated skin. Her nipples hardened into pebbles under his gaze, an answering throb of desire pooling low in her belly. Her hands reached up to help him remove her shirt, a desperate need for his touch driving her actions more than anything else. The feel of the sheets against her bare skin was almost too much to bear; it sent shockwaves of anticipation spiraling through her as she waited for him to claim her again. "Please..." she breathed, voice catching in her throat. "Don't tease me... I can't take much more." Her hips rocked restlessly against the mattress, seeking any sort of contact that would bring her closer to release. She wanted him inside her so badly it hurt, and she wouldn't be satisfied until he had shown her just how thoroughly he intended to make her his.

Her eyes widened in surprise and pain as he tore through her hymen, but even that wasn't enough to make her cry out; she was far too lost in the intensity of their joining for anything short of actual physical agony. Her arms circled his neck, nails digging into his skin as he took her harder than ever before, claiming her with a fierce possession that left no doubt who owned her now. Her hips bucked and ground against him, desperate to feel the completion of their joining, but he held himself back, teasing her mercilessly with each brutal thrust. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she neared the edge once more, the tension coiling tight within her threatening to send her careening over the brink into oblivion. "Please..." she gasped between heaving breaths, arching her back off the bed in a silent plea for release. "I can't... I need..."

Her nails dug into his shoulders, digging deep furrows in the flesh as her body arched off the bed and cried out against him. Tension coiled impossibly tighter within her, her muscles clenching so hard they ached with it, a shudder rippling through her frame as she spasmed around him in violent release. Her cries echoed through the room, muffled by the sheets and pillows as her body clung to his, refusing to let go even after the last tremors faded away. Her lips parted on a gasp, her breath still ragged from the exertion. "Jason..." she whispered hoarsely, eyes glazed with satisfaction and pleasure. She gazed up at him, her body slowly beginning to relax beneath his weight, and for the first time since he'd entered the room, a smile curved her lips into a gentle arc.

Her eyes drifted closed as he kissed her, the afterglow of their shared release washing over her in waves. A lazy smile curved her lips as she nestled deeper into his embrace, savoring the feel of him inside her, claiming every last bit of her. She sighed contentedly, already starting to relax and unwind now that their need had been satisfied. "That was... amazing." Her hands idly traced patterns on his chest, feeling each individual muscle beneath her fingertips. She didn't want this to end, didn't want to move away from the safety of his embrace and back into the harsh light of reality. For once, she was content just to enjoy the peace and quiet and the warmth that surrounded them like a protective cocoon.

Her breath caught in her throat as he pinned her against the wall, his body heat surrounding her on all sides like a cocoon of desire. The roughness of the sheet against her bare back sent shivers down her spine and made it difficult to think clearly. She arched her hips up toward him, feeling overwhelmed by the need for him inside her once more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he took her roughly from behind, filling her with every hard inch of himself. Her moans echoed around them, muffled slightly against the pillows and sheets they'd managed to tangle themselves up in. Her body rocked against him in time with each powerful thrust, helpless under the spell he wove between them. She could feel herself close again, the tension coiling tight within her threatening to send her spiraling over the edge into another intense release. "Jason..." she panted his name like a prayer, voice hoarse and needy as her body arched toward him, begging for completion.