Three a.m. Hallway dead quiet. Heart hammers. Short clings to sweaty skin. Grip Eva’s keycard tight. Mine too, for escape. Door clicks soft. Step out. Carpet muffles feet, but every creak echoes. Her door, 424. Light slits under it, like she’s waiting. Pulse races. Neighbors asleep, businessmen snoring through walls. Push card in. Green light blinks. Turn handle slow. Hinge whispers. Peek in. Dark room. Her shape on bed, naked, ass up, perfect curves glowing faint from window blinds. Cock twitches hard. Freeze. She stirs? No. Air thick with her scent, pussy and perfume. Door shuts silent behind me. Locked in.
Eyes adjust. She’s out, or faking. Crawl closer. Bedframe looms. Kneel. Hand hovers over her thigh. Smooth, warm. Touch. She moans low, barely audible. Turns head, eyes gleam. ‘Finally,’ she breathes. No words. Pulls me up. Lips crash, tongues fight quiet. Hands rip short down. Cock springs free, throbbing. She grabs, strokes rough. ‘Shh,’ she hisses. ‘Thin walls.’ Guides me between legs. Wet slit parts. Push in slow. Tight, hot grip. Bite lip to stifle groan. She arches, claws sheets.
The Contact
Thrusts start shallow. Bed creaks faint. Freeze. Listen. Snores from next room? Pump harder, muffled slaps skin. Her nails dig back. ‘Fuck me deep,’ whisper-growl. Flip her. Face to face. Eyes lock, wild. Legs wrap waist. Pound steady, balls tap ass wet. Sweat drips. Mouths seal moans. Tongue her neck, taste salt. She bucks, pussy clenches. ‘Gonna cum,’ gasps silent. Walls vibrate subtle. Footsteps hall? No. Risk burns sweet. Everyone sleeps, we defile dark. Her hand clamps my ass, pulls deeper. Cock swells. ‘Inside,’ she mouths. Explode, flood her. She shudders, bites my shoulder hard.
Collapse. Breaths ragged, hushed. Cock slips out, cum leaks. Kiss sloppy. She grins wicked. ‘Good boy.’ Slip off bed. Legs jelly. Wipe cock on sheet. Dress quick. Door cracks. Hall empty. Heart thuds loud. Creep back. Key my door. Fumble. In. Lock clicks. Lean wall, pant. Phone blinks on desk. Carole? Shit. But secret safe. Walls held. Floor sleeps on. Grin in dark. Filthy thrill lingers, pussy ache tomorrow.