Over the next couple of weeks Tegan fell into something of a routine with Trevor. He still resisted any notion of dating her, but she found herself drawn to him nonetheless. They texted regularly and most nights she found her way over to his apartment when he beckoned, always for the sole purpose of getting off. Sometimes they’d fuck wordlessly, he’d let her in and then bend her over the back of the couch and take her roughly from behind. Other times they made it to the bed and kissed for a while before he took her by the hips and impaled her on his prong. It didn’t matter to Tegan and she was always ready for him. On a couple of occasions she’d begun by taking him in her mouth, only to have him hold her head in place and finish down her throat, sending her home with his flavour still fresh on her lips. He seemed to enjoy the power he had, and that only made Tegan want him more.

After one particularly vigorous session they lay panting in his bed. Starting with a blowjob that had transitioned to a rough fuck before returning to her mouth. After swallowing she’d gotten him hard again and turned over, spreading her little pink asshole for him, an invitation he accepted without hesitation after jamming a lubed thumb inside her. She gasped and screamed in a mix of pleasure and familiar pain as he gave her back door every girthy inch he had for about twenty minutes before finally spraying her silky insides with a second sticky load.

They shared a blunt as they lay in his bed afterwards, their ankles intertwined. She was surprised to learn, as someone whose career depended on fitness, that he smoked; but he said an occasional hit helped keep his appetite up for the large amount of calories he needed. Whatever the reason, half a dozen puffs was enough to make Tegan unusually confident and talkative.

“So where is this going?” She blurted out.

“What?” Trevor asked, his voice seeming faraway.

“You and me.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Are we like… a thing?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah what?” Trevor asked after a delay.

“Honestly. You, me.” Tegan prompted.

“Oh, yeah.” Trevor took a drag and passed the spliff to Tegan. “Here’s the truth. I don’t really do relationships. I got girls lined up. When I want to, I call one over. Right now that’s you.”

“Jesus.” Tegan said, taking another hit and passing it back. “That was brutal.”

“I just wanted you to know it’s not because of anything you’ve done.” Trevor clarified.

“It’s alright.” Tegan shuffled closer and put her head on his shoulder. “I like getting fucked by you. A little while ago I thought that had to mean something, but it doesn’t. Now that I’ve started it’s a lot of fun being the easy girl.”

“You’re good at it.”

“Hey!” she swatted him playfully on his muscular abs.

“Considering how many guys you’ve fucked lately…” Trevor said, taking a puff. “…I’d have thought you’d take it as a compliment.”

“You have a point.” Tegan took the last drag and dropped the roach in an ashtray to smoulder. “I guess it makes up for not being much to look at.”

“You fishing for compliments?”

“I’ve got no tits or ass. Gotta compensate somehow.”

“Your face is pretty.”

“S’lot prettier when it’s got cum all over it, or so I’m told.” Tegan said, slurring a little. The weed and the late hour and the orgasms were making her sleepy. She wondered if Trevor would let her crash for the night or if that was too ‘girlfriend’ for him.

“Ah, that’s just shit guys say when they’re horny.” Trevor said dismissively.

“Just sayin’, a girl is hotter when you know she’ll let ya do nasty shit to her, am I right?”

“It’s a factor.” Trevor admitted.

“Quoth.