“You going to kick me out again?” Isaac mops at my back with a tissue until he cleans up most of his hot mess. He rolls up on his side and brushes the matted curls off my sweaty forehead, then flicks my nose.
I frown at him. “Not just yet. You hungry?” He nods. I climb out of bed and reach for my pajamas—I’ve got a ratty college t-shirt and mesh shorts stationed near my bed—when I remember that all his clothes are in my washer.
“I don’t think I have anything that’ll fit you,” I say, frowning. He climbs out of bed naked and presses up behind me. I can feel his half-hard c**k against my ass in the mesh shorts.
“Why should I get dressed? Aren’t you going to strip me again soon enough?”
I turn toward him as I start to gather my hair into a loose ponytail. “What makes you think you’ll g
