Krissi was in a rare mood. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt quite like this. Happy to have her homework done and to have Ruger in her apartment. She was playful. He’d promised not to interfere with her homework, and he hadn’t. Now that it was done, she wanted nothing more than to unfold her bed, toss some blankets on it, and crawl all over him. Instead, she took a couple bowls out of the cabinet and shook her head at the direction of her thoughts.

Krissi didn’t know why she couldn’t get him off her mind, but she was glad he seemed to be having the same problem. Ruger came into the kitchen right behind her, squeezed past her, and pulled out the carton of ice cream he’d brought from the fridge. He paused with the door open, still looking inside, and then glanced at her.

“It looks like I’m not the only one with an ice cream weakness.”

She lifted one shoulder. “You don’t think my ass got to be this size all on its own, did you?”

He set the carton on the counter and tugged her against him. Lowering his head, he stopped just before their lips met. “Your ass is perfect.” He gripped one cheek with each hand to make his point and lifted her up until their mouths met. Heat pooled in her belly as his kiss scorched her mind. When he set her back on her feet, she was breathless and had to put one hand on the counter to brace her unsteady legs.

“Wow.” Krissi took several deep breaths.

“Spoon?” Ruger asked, moving the bowls she’d pulled down in front of him. She opened the drawer in front of her, handed him the ice cream scoop, and pulled out a pair of spoons for them to eat with. He started serving the treat then stopped, his hand freezing in mid-air. “You want a lot or a little?”

“I’ll tell you when to stop.” She watched until he had the bowl almost full but not mounded over. “Stop.” Ruger glanced at her but didn’t say a word as he started putting ice cream in the other bowl. When he finished, he put the carton back in the freezer and the scoop in the sink before picking up his bowl. She’d already taken hers, and together they went back to the couch.

They sat at opposite ends, facing each other with their feet on the seat between them. Ruger had kicked his boots off earlier when she’d been working on homework.

“So, what’s your favorite flavor?” Ruger asked as he lifted the spoon to his mouth.

“Depends on my mood.” She licked her spoon clean. “You saw the freezer, what are there? Three different flavors in there?”

“Four now.”

“See. It’s like that because sometimes I’m tired and want chocolate, sometimes I’m happy and want something with more flavor depth, and some days I’m lonely or otherwise not feeling my best and I want something comforting like mint chocolate chip.”

“No vanilla?”

“Sometimes. I like vanilla, but not too often.” She gave him an inviting smile. He watched her tongue slide over the mound of ice cream on her spoon, and his eyes darkened. Krissi saw her opportunity and continued playing her tongue over her ice cream with every bite, coyly lowering her lashes now and then. She dropped her eyes to make herself seem embarrassed or submissive. She didn’t care how he saw it as long as it turned him on, and from the growing bulge in his jeans, it was working.

“Do you have an oral fixation or what?” he growled after several minutes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She continued to eat her ice cream, pretending she hadn’t been doing anything to entice him. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t comment. She gave him a wide eyed, innocent look and shifted her legs slightly, making a point to slide one foot along the length of his thigh, almost but not quite touching the bulge at the apex. Moving slowly, he crooked one finger in her direction.

“Come here.”

“I’m right here.”

“Come closer.”

She swung her feet down and slid a little closer. “Like this?”

“Closer.” His voice was husky.

“How close?”

“Turn around and sit right here.” Ruger dropped one leg off the front edge and held his arms open so she could settle in against him. She scooted back until her ass was between his thighs and leaned against his chest. “Just like that.” His voice was barely more than a whisper as his breath feathered across her neck. A shiver ran through her body then she relaxed against him, his warmth and touch reminding her of how it felt to wake in his arms.

It was a little awkward when he brought his arms back around her and started eating his ice cream, but he felt so good behind her, she didn’t mind. A couple minutes later, something cold and wet landed on her neck.

“Hold on,” he said an instant before his mouth settled over the coldness. Ruger sucked off the glob then licked away any remnants. “Mmm, it’s even sweeter this way.” He set his nearly empty bowl on the coffee table and lowered his mouth to her neck once more. A low groan escaped her throat as his tongue swiped along her skin over and over. She hurried to take the last bite of her ice cream and set her bowl aside. She dropped her hands onto his legs and curled her fingers into the denim-covered flesh of his thighs. His mouth moved along the sensitive skin of her neck until he pulled her earlobe into his mouth and gently bit.

Krissi closed her eyes and fell into the pool of sensations he was drowning her in. His hands slid down her arms then back up and around her body. They cupped her full breasts through her clothes, kneading and squeezing them with just enough pressure to make her moan and wish for more. With effort, she straightened here fingers then slid them up and down his legs, trying in vain to find some bit of his skin.

“More.” The word escaped her lips before she was aware of thinking it. Her head dropped to one side, and she arched into his touch. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her hips shifted, moving closer, pressing tighter against the thick ridge of his engorged cock. He sucked and nibbled at her ear and neck, his fingers playing over the tightening flesh of her nipples through the thin cloth of her shirt.

“Hmm. I suspected you didn’t have a bra on. It was making me crazy every time you moved and they jiggled or bounced. Now it means I have more freedom to play with them.” He kneaded and squeezed the globes. “Baby, you know, I love your ass. You have a great ass. But your tits are even better.” She tilted her head back to rest against his chest, and her fingers dug into his legs again. His cock was a thick bulge against her back, and her breathing grew rough as he continued to tease her.

After a while, she could take the torment no longer. “Give me just a second.” She headed for the bathroom. After taking care of business, she stripped out of her shorts and underwear, leaving the old cotton panties she’d been wearing in the laundry hamper but kept on the over-sized shirt that hung halfway down her thighs. Krissi grabbed some condoms from the medicine cabinet before going back out to him. In the living room, she found that he’d pulled the coffee table away from the futon and was waiting for her.

“This is your bed, right?”

“Yeah.” She frowned, not sure what he was up to.

“Let’s fold it down so we have more room.”

“All right.” She dropped the condoms on the table at one end of the futon and showed him how to lay the bed flat then got her sheets, blankets, and pillows from the closet, and together they got the bed put together.

“Now come here.” Ruger pulled her close and once more lowered his mouth to hers. He drew her into a kiss that was, at first, tender, but soon grew passionate. Hands slid down her sides and up under the edge of her long shirt. They smoothed over her skin, making her skin heat and her pussy swell. His hands inched up the back of her thighs. She waited on edge for him to discover what was missing. It didn’t take long. When his hands reached Krissi’s ass and found nothing but bare skin, he growled low in his throat. Squeezing her ass cheeks, Ruger pulled her against him until she felt his erection sandwiched between them. He picked her up and walked forward until her back hit the wall. “I want to take you here, hard. Against the wall, just like this.” His voice was low and rough in her ear.

She gasped, trying to get enough breath to speak. “Yes.” She bent over sideways and snatched the string of condoms from the table. “Yes.”

He set her on her feet and tugged her shirt over her head. She held the string of condoms in her teeth while her hands went to his belt, fumbling for a moment, unbuckling it then going to work on his jeans. Ruger didn’t bother to kick his jeans off, just shoved them down off his hips. As soon as she got him covered with one of the thin rubber sheaths, he lifted her up again, his mouth covering hers. Heat and desire washed through her again as Ruger lifted her as though she weighed nothing and lowered her down onto his thick cock. Krissi wrapped her legs around his waist. The feeling of being trapped between him and the wall, his mouth hungry on hers, and the thick cock sliding in and out worked together to throw her over the edge into blinding pleasure. She screamed into his mouth as her body seized and clamped down on his.

Ruger never slowed his pace. Krissi had barely come down from the first peak when the intense sensations thrust her over again. Her hands gripped his shoulders. She was only vaguely aware of her fingers digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. She lost count of how many times he made her orgasm, made her scream out her pleasure before his hands tightened on her ass and his rhythm faltered. His thrusts slowed but became harder and deeper. The angle shifted slightly, and his cock hit a spot deep inside her so sensitive that by the time he stiffened and exploded, she was screaming and clamping down around him again.

They collapsed against the wall for a moment, panting. Ruger eased himself out of her then lowered her until her feet hit the floor, but she was glad he didn’t let her go just yet. Her legs wouldn’t have held. Without his help, she would have slid to the floor and happily laid there until the haze of pleasure had passed and her limbs were no longer jelly.

* * *

Ruger wasn’t sure what had come over him. When he discovered she’d pretended everything was normal and had helped him get the bed made, all without any panties on, he lost what little control he’d had. He’d pinned her against the wall and fucked her with everything he’d had instead of the softer, more gentle screwing he’d planned on. A small amount of regret haunted him as they lay in her bed later. He was on his back with her curled against him, her head on his shoulder as the soft snore escaped her sweet lips. A smile he couldn’t hold back curved his lips. He suspected she would be horrified to find out she snored.

Once they’d settled into the bed, she’d curled against him and had fallen asleep almost instantly. He lay in the short, uncomfortable bed and, while he was glad to be with her, he decided that he would do his best to convince her to stay at his place more often. His bed was far more comfortable. He shifted, trying not to disturb her as he attempted to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress. It was a long time before he drifted off to sleep.

* * *

A screaming alarm jerked Ruger from a sound sleep. He sat upright, reaching for the pistol he kept on his nightstand. It wasn’t there. Shit. A groan and movement beside him reminded him where he was and who he was with. Krissi reached up and slapped the clock a couple times, and the screaming stopped. Ruger stretched and lay back down beside her.

“Where are you off to this morning?”

“I’ve got class at nine.”

He looked up at the clock, blinked, and looked back to her. “Babe, it’s five.”

“I have to get showered and ready for work then catch the bus.”

He frowned. “What time do you catch the bus?”

“Seven fifteen.”

“You spend almost two hours on the bus just to get to school?”

“Not quite, but with having to change busses and when they run, I end up late if I leave any later.”

“No such hurry this morning. I’ll take you to school. That means you can lay here and talk to me a minute.”

She frowned for a second then relaxed. “Okay.”

“So, after your classes, what do you do? Run me through a typical Monday for you.”

“I spend the time between classes in the library working on my homework, then after my last class, I take the bus to the diner.”

“How long does that take?”

“Forty-five minutes to an hour.” She shrugged one arm.

“What time is your shift?”

“Four to ten, usually, though sometimes it changes.”

“Then you catch the bus again and come home.”

“Pretty much.”

“Tell me why you don’t have a car.” He ran one finger over her cheek and watched her blink, half-asleep.

“Cars are expensive.”

“Okay.” He waited for more.

“I’m living as carefully as I can and saving nearly every penny I can to pay for school.”

“I can get you a car if you need one.”

“I don’t need one. I can take the bus just fine.”

“But you’re wasting several hours a day on it. Trips that should take ten or twenty minutes if you drove.”

“It’s not just the car or the gas. It’s insurance and maintenance. All of that takes money. Money that I could use for classes.”

He could tell she wasn’t listening to him. He fell silent for a while, considering his options. “So, what time is your first class again?”

“Nine.” She rolled over and ran one hand down his chest.

He glanced at the clock again. “Looks like we have plenty of time.” He rolled on top of her and lowered his mouth to hers.