The hallway light flickers dimly. Doors line the corridor like silent witnesses. My room, 34. Heart hammers as I pace barefoot. Thin black tights cling to my legs, tank top barely covers my tits. I called reception. Fake excuse: clogged sink. Sacha’s knock echoes soft. Crack of knuckles on wood. I crack the door. He’s there, towering, dark eyes piercing. Fresh from downtime, no shoot today. ‘What’s up?’ he whispers. His breath hot. I grab his wrist. Pull him in. Door clicks shut. Parquet creaks under his weight. ‘I thought about you all night,’ I murmur. Fingers trace his jaw. He hesitates. Eyes scan my body. ‘We shouldn’t.’ But his hand cups my ass. I rise on toes. Lips brush his. He groans low. Pushes me back. Bedframe thumps lightly against wall.
His mouth crashes mine. Tongues tangle wet. Hands roam. He peels off my tank. Nipples harden in cool air. Sucks one hard, teeth grazing. I stifle a gasp. Walls paper-thin. Crew downstairs, maybe next door. Light filters under door—someone passing? His fingers hook my tights. Yank down. Pussy exposed, already slick. He drops to knees. Nose in my bush. Tongue dives in. Laps my clit. Slurping sounds muffled by thighs clamped on his ears. I bite my lip bloody. Hips buck. ‘Quiet,’ he hisses. But his cock strains jeans. I fumble zipper. Monster springs free. Half-hard, thick as wrist. Veins pulse. I stroke. Can’t close hand around. Saliva drips as I suck. Gagging soft. Jaw aches. He hardens fast. 23cm beast throbs.
The Contact
Condom rips open. Teeth tear foil. He rolls it on. ‘Straddle me.’ I climb. His hands guide hips. Cockhead nudges slit. I’m soaked but scared. Push down slow. Stretches me wide. Inch by inch. Fills to womb. ‘Fuck,’ I whisper-hoarse. Pain-pleasure mix. He thrusts up gentle. Then harder. Bed squeaks rhythmic. Springs protest. Headboard taps wall—thud, thud. Muffled voices outside? Footsteps? I freeze. He doesn’t. Grabs ass cheeks. Spreads. Fingers tease rosebud. ‘Ride it.’ I bounce. Pussy grips shaft. Juices squelch. Clit grinds pubes. Moans escape—bite pillow. His hips piston. Balls slap ass. Sweat slicks skin. Parquet groans as we shift. Curtains sway, streetlight stripes bodies. Risk electric. Anyone hears? Door opens?
The Indiscretion
He flips me. Face down, ass up. Tongue rims hole first. Wet circles. Then cock probes. No—not there. Back to pussy. Slams deep. Guttural grunt. I claw sheets. ‘Harder.’ Fucks brutal. Skin slaps skin. Muffled. Pillow smothers cries. Orgasm builds. Legs quake. He swells. Veins bulge. ‘Coming,’ he growls low. I shatter. Walls pulse. Milk him. He pumps hot load in rubber. Collapses. Bodies heave. Silence falls. Just ragged breaths. Heartbeat thuds ears. No knocks. No voices.
He slips out. Kisses neck. ‘Gym.’ Leaves note. Door whispers shut. I doze sticky. Wake alone. Sheets wrecked. Cum scent lingers. Shower quick. Dress. Heart still races down hall. Elevator dings. Pass crew member—smirk? Eyes linger. Stairs creak under feet. Cross lobby. No words. Secret locked. Neighborhood sleeps. But I buzz. Filthy thrill pulses.