**Skirt Privileges**

It started with Fer showing up at my apartment unannounced, wearing this stupidly short skirt that was driving me insane. I wasn’t complaining, though. The second she walked in, that flimsy black fabric barely covering her thighs, I knew exactly where this night was headed.

“You planned this,” I muttered, pulling her against me the second the door shut.

She grinned, all teeth and mischief, pressing her body into mine. “Maybe. You gonna do something about it?”

I answered by grabbing her ass under that skirt—no panties. Fuck. My fingers dug into her bare skin, and she let out this little gasp that went straight to my dick. “Jesus, Fer. You really came here like this?”

“Wanted to make it easy for you.” She ground against me, and I could already feel how wet she was through my jeans.

I didn’t waste time. I backed her against the wall, one hand still gripping her ass, the other sliding up her thigh, under that damn skirt. My fingers found her pussy slick and hot, and she moaned when I rubbed slow circles over her clit.

“Isaac—” Her breath hitched as I pushed two fingers inside her, her cunt clenching tight around me. “Fuck, yes—just like that.”

I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as I fucked her with my fingers, curling them just right to make her hips jerk. She was dripping, her thighs trembling, and when I added a third finger, she practically whimpered into my mouth.

“You like that?” I growled, my cock throbbing in my pants just from watching her fall apart.

“Yes, god—don’t stop—”

But I did stop, pulling my fingers out just to watch her pussy twitch, glistening and needy. She whined, but I dropped to my knees in front of her, hiking that skirt up around her waist.

“If you’re gonna wear this shit,” I muttered, dragging my tongue up her slit, “you better be ready for what comes after.”

Then I ate her out like I was starving. She tasted fucking incredible, her thighs clamping around my head as I sucked her clit, licking deep inside her until she was shaking. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and when she came, she pulled hard, her pussy pulsing against my tongue.

She barely had time to catch her breath before I stood, yanking my jeans down just enough to free my cock. It was already leaking, and her eyes locked onto it hungrily.

“You gonna put that mouth to work?” I rasped.

She didn’t answer—just dropped to her knees and took me all the way down her throat in one go. Fuck. Her lips stretched tight around my shaft, her tongue pressing along the underside as she sucked me deep. I groaned, grabbing her hair as she bobbed her head, spit dripping down my balls.

“That’s it,” I gritted out, thrusting into her mouth. “Take it. Fucking take it.”

She gagged a little but didn’t pull away, her throat working around me until I was fucking her face in slow, deep strokes. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, and when her eyes flicked up to meet mine, all dark and pleading, I knew I wasn’t gonna last.

I pulled out just in time, jerking myself off as I came across her lips, her tongue darting out to catch every drop.

She smirked, licking her lips clean. “Told you the skirt was a good idea.”

I yanked her up, kissing her hard. “Next time,” I growled, “I’m ripping it off you.”

She just laughed—and I knew she’d wear it again just for that.