Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
Her nipples were still sensitive, pebbled from the memory of rough sucks and pinches.
“Damn, I need some birth control pills. Like, yesterday.”
The realization hit her hard amid the haze of exhaustion cause every single one of those men had fucked her raw, without a condom in sight.
Unprotected sex with a bus full of strangers? That was a recipe for disaster: unintended pregnancy topping the list, especially since she wasn’t on any regular contraception.
Who knew if any of them carried STIs, but the immediate panic was about a potential baby from this wild, impulsive ordeal.