EWB: Enemies With Benefits

by N.R. Walker

I left him, still lying on his dining table with his trackpants around his thighs, covered in my come, and I walked out.

I tried to squirm away and he pushed me down harder. “You wanted it,” he grunted. “You fucking take it.”

“You hate each other.” I laughed. “I know. It’s what makes it work.”

Marshall laughed. “You’re cute when you’re hungover and sulking. But if you keep pouting like that, I’ll find a better use for that mouth.”