Stay The Night

Brandi drags herself through the front door after another brutal shift of busting ass, wiping up sticky tables and slapping fake smiles on rude clients. She spots her sitter Autumn passed out sideways on the couch, tits rising and falling under that tight tee, one leg hanging off the edge. Midnight and the girl’s gotta drag her fine ass back here in the morning anyway, so Brandi kicks off her shoes and plants her fists on her hips. No way, she tells Autumn, that ratty couch’s not an option on my watch. That massive king bed upstairs sleeps two easy—hell, it’s practically begging for company. Autumn wakes up blinking and warm, a cheeky smile spreading as she pads behind Brandi up the stairs. They strip down to whatever they feel like keeping on, slide between fresh sheets, and the air flips electric. One accidental brush of legs under the covers turns heavy, then deliberate, a slow slide of fingers tracing curves and soft skin until mouths meet hot and greedy, every moan pressed into the other’s neck. They grind, grab, lick, legs tangled and sheets kicked to the floor, bodies rocking like they finally found what they needed in each other and plan to make it count until sunrise.