She snapped her fingers, and my body unlocked. I surged up, grabbing her hips, lifting her back onto the counter, kissing her lips hard, my cock straining against my shorts, ready to burst. "Fuck," I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs.
"Good," she murmured, her hand sliding to my dick, squeezing through the fabric. "Keep this up, Evan. You might be my best subject yet."
I blinked, and she was gone. I stumbled forward, catching myself on the counter, gasping, my heart pounding. The room was empty, the beer bottle on the counter, still cold. "Fuck," I muttered. "She's dangerous."
"Evan?" Kim's voice came, sleepy, as she rubbed her eyes, yawning in the doorway, her pajama top barely covering her tits. "Heard you get up. It's five in the morning, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing…" I said, my voice shaky, still reeling.
"Oh my god, is that a boner?" she chuckled, eyeing my shorts. "Wet dream?"
"S-something like that," I muttered.
