The invitation...

She let me crash on her couch while my apartment was being renovated. We were not dating, just friends, but the kind who had always skirted that line. Late-night talks, flirty jabs, lingering glances that we both pretended not to notice. I told myself it was harmless tension. She had her life and I had mine. Still, there was something about sharing a space and hearing her moving around in the next room while I lay awake that made the air between us feel different and charged. But there was one issue.

The couch was too small.

My feet hung off the armrest, the fabric rough against my skin, the cushions sliding apart every time I moved. I had been lying there for what felt like an hour, staring at the ceiling, counting the faint hum of the fridge and the tick of the clock. There was no way I was sleeping like this.

Her bedroom door creaked open. Soft, slow steps padded toward the kitchen. She was wearing a short robe, the hem barely covering the curve of her ass, the belt tied loose around her waist. The way the light caught her legs as she walked made my chest tighten. I was almost certain there was nothing underneath.

“You’re still awake?” she asked, filling a glass at the sink.

“Yeah,” I said. “Couch isn’t working for me.”

She took a sip, glanced at my legs sticking out past the armrest. “You look ridiculous. You’re way too tall for that thing.”

“It’s fine,” I said, even though it wasn’t.

She leaned against the counter, looking at me. “You’ll hate yourself in the morning if you stay out here. You can come in my bed.”

I hesitated. “That’s not weird to you?”

She shook her head. “No. We’re adults. I’m not going to let you freeze out here just because you’re being stubborn.”

I sat up slowly. “You’re sure? I mean… I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

Her eyes flicked down. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just in underwear,” I said. “Not pyjamas. Could be… weird.”

Her mouth curved slightly. “It’s fine. I’m not wearing anything under this.” She tugged at the belt just enough for the knot to shift.

My pulse thudded. “Right. Okay.”

She turned and walked toward her room, the robe lifting with each step and swaying just above the backs of her thighs. I followed, watching the knot at her waist and half-hoping it would loosen and slip open.

In her room, I climbed into bed first, lying back against the pillows. She stood at the side, pulling the sheet down, and I waited. Part of me was sure she would untie the robe before getting in, maybe let it slide off her shoulders in that casual way she did everything.

She didn’t. She stepped around to her side, still wrapped in it, and slid under the covers. I caught the soft sound of fabric shifting as she pulled her arms free beneath the sheet, the belt loosening. The robe slipped away out of sight, leaving her naked under the covers without me seeing a thing. Somehow that was worse, knowing but not seeing.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. She drifted toward sleep quickly, but every so often she would shift, pressing closer. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel the shape of her body through the thin fabric of my underwear.

At some point, she pushed back against me in her sleep. There was no mistaking it. She was completely naked. My cock swelled instantly, pressing into her. I didn’t move away.

She stirred. “Is that… what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” I admitted quietly.

She was quiet for a moment. “Do you think it’ll go away on its own?”

“Probably not,” I said. “I usually… you know… jerk off before bed, honestly.”

To my surprise, she just hummed like it was nothing. “Then you should go to the bathroom and take care of it.”

It sent a jolt straight through me. Not just her saying it so casually, but the fact that she wanted me to. There was something hot about her literally telling me to go jerk off, like she wasn’t embarrassed at all.

I hesitated. “Are you sure? I’ll probably be able to fall asleep. It’s fine.”

She shifted slightly, voice still low. “No, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Just go to the bathroom and do it.”

I lay there another second, debating, then thought, fuck it. I got up, the sheet falling away. Out of the corner of my eye I caught her glance down, her gaze lingering on the obvious bulge in my underwear. She didn’t say anything, but the look stuck in my head as I padded toward the bathroom.

Inside, I closed the door and leaned back against it. My mind replayed that look she had given me, her eyes dropping and lingering, almost curious. She had to be interested, right? She had invited me into her bed. She didn’t care that I was in underwear. And now, maybe she wanted to hear me.

The thought was insane, but it stuck. I pictured her lying there, awake, listening. Wondering.

I wrapped my hand around myself, slow at first, trying to keep quiet. But after a minute my brain wouldn’t shut up. What if she was waiting to hear something? What if she was disappointed I was being silent?

On impulse, I let out a low moan, enough to carry through the connecting wall. Then I paused, listening, half-expecting her to call out something teasing or sarcastic.

Nothing.

The silence made me restless. I wanted to know. Was she listening? Thinking about it?

Before I could talk myself out of it, I decided to go see. I left the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. I stopped dead.

She was lying on her stomach, the sheet twisted low around her thighs, hips angled just enough that her ass and pussy were fully exposed in the half-dark. No subtlety, just bare, open skin framed in the dim light. My pulse jumped.

I stepped closer, slid my underwear down, and started stroking myself to the sight of her body. Every detail had me hooked, the curve of her hips, the way the shadows hit her skin. I moaned without meaning to, and her eyes opened.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I came back to get my phone and your ass just looked so good.” I couldn’t believe I had just said that out loud.

I braced for her to be pissed. Instead, she put her head back down on the pillow like she was settling in again.

“Sure, yeah,” she murmured. “If looking at me will help you cum, then keep going.”

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“Yeah,” she said, eyes already closing again. “Just be quick so we can sleep.”

I kept going, fully aware of how weird this was but too far gone to stop. The longer I watched her, the harder it was to think straight. My breathing got heavier, the strokes quicker.

“You gonna cum soon?” she asked suddenly.

“Not yet,” I said, panting. “Why?”

“Okay,” she murmured. “When you do, don’t get it on my sheets.”

“Oh… okay. Do you have tissues?”

“No. I ran out.” She paused, then said, almost lazily, “Just finish in me.”

I froze, the words hanging in the air. “Like… stick it in?”

“Yeah.” She glanced back at me. “It’ll probably help you cum quicker, and it’ll help me sleep too, honestly. Win-win.”

“You’re… sure?”

She smirked faintly. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t. Come on.”

That was all it took for me to step forward, line myself up, and slide into her. Heat closed around me instantly, pulling me deeper. She let out a low sound, and for a moment it felt like we were both still pretending this was just practical. But the second I started to move, the whole tone shifted. Her hips pushed back, meeting me.

“You feel good,” she murmured.

That one sentence erased any restraint I had. My hands gripped her hips, my thrusts getting deeper. She arched her back, pressing into me, and any hint of casualness was gone.

Her breathing quickened, mine matching it. The room filled with the sound of our bodies meeting, the soft gasp she made every time I hit deeper. What was supposed to be a quick release had turned into something electric.

I leaned over her, my mouth near her ear. “Still want me to be quick?”

She glanced back, eyes half-lidded. “Not anymore.”

That was all I needed. I drove into her harder, her knuckles bunching the sheets. She pushed back against me like she wanted to take me as deep as possible, every movement winding me tighter.

“I’m close,” I managed to get out.

She looked back at me, hair falling into her face. “Good. I want you to.”

Her words pushed me over the edge. My thrusts turned desperate, chasing it, and when it hit, it was hard and fast, my whole body tensing as I groaned into the space between us.

I stayed inside her for a moment, breathing hard, trying to process the fact that this had even happened. She rolled onto her side with a sleepy smile.

“See?” she murmured. “Win-win.”