"All right," Ben panted, sprawled helplessly on the bed, his eyes blinking up at the ceiling. He felt her hovering over him, her thighs damp from her own slick as she moved against him, and then at once, she was gone.

"All right," he said to himself, standing unsteadily, his cock jutting impatiently between his legs, curved towards his belly and already leaking. Cursing under his breath, he pulled his shorts on, hissing as he shoved himself inside the straining fabric. By the time he'd dressed, his erection had flagged somewhat, and he was able to hurry out of the apartment without causing too much scandal.

Foregoing the call box, he used his mind to open the lock downstairs, taking steps two at a time, his breath coming in labored bursts.