The next evening when he stopped by, only the tan brunette, Tika, was available.
Sandor liked her well enough but whatever part of Essos she was from, he still couldn't understand her accent for the life of him.
So drinking and fucking it was. She wanted to pour wine into his mouth as she rode him and he indulged her. There was something different about their session that he didn't notice until her hips started moving faster and he noted the smirk she was giving him.
She stole a kiss from him and slowly enunciated, "Move your hips."
Sandor obliged, drawing gasps from her as he thrust generously. Just like that, she collapsed against him, her moans muffled into his chest as she came on his cock.
"Fuck," he panted, gripping her hips. "What the hell got into you?"
"You," giggled Tika. Her smirk widened. "And Kezya tell me you make her come twice. Us girls don't always get to."
"Well, fucking don't hold back next time," he grumbled. "I'm sure as hell not stopping you."
Tika giggled as he started to relax against her pillows.
"Would you like to be on top now?"
Sandor wasted no time rolling her beneath him, his body flush with hers as he thrust generously. Tika let loose an awed gasp followed by a long lustful moan that echoed quite loudly in the room.
"Don't scream," Sandor ordered even as he started fucking her harder. She haughtily did just that, her head tilted back to let her voice echo free as her hands gripped his shoulders for dear life.
"Tika?" A concerned voice sounded on the other side of her closed bedroom door. "Is everything alright?" Sandor's ears pricked. It was that Kezya girl.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tika moaned dramatically.
"Shut it!" Sandor growled, having enough of her theatrics. Tika quieted to a whimper, a big smirk on her face.
He heard Kezya's laughter outside the door and he focused his mind on the previous night with her so as to not kill his erection. He shut his eyes, for the first time in a while thinking of one girl as he fucked another.
"Have fun, then, dove!" Kezya sing-songed with a giggle.
He softly growled in satisfaction as he thrust out his release, flashes of red hair, green eyes, and a plump ass helping his pleasure.
He sat on the edge of Tika's bed as she rubbed his shoulders, the neighboring wall leaking sounds of Kezya's voice as she entertained a guest.
He didn't stay with Tika that night, leaving to sleep in his own cramped quarters alone.
Passing Kezya's door on the way out, he could hear her giggles and obliging moans accompanied by the soft squeak of bedsprings.
He tossed around in his own shitty bed, faint dreams of warm soft skin and red hair plaguing him all night.