The hallway light flickered yellow. Stale air hung heavy. My heels scraped the linoleum, soft clicks echoing. Thomas pressed close behind, breath hot on my neck. Nadine’s door loomed. Key jangled, tumbled in. Click. Inside, darkness swallowed us. Friends vanished to Sophie’s. Building asleep. Neighbors’ TVs long muted.
Blinds slashed streetlight across the couch. We dropped there, thighs touching. Enya’s whisper filled the room. He stood, arm out. Dance? Heart hammered. I melted into him. Chest to chest. His scent, clean soap and man. Hips ground slow. His cock stirred, hardened against my mound. Pressure built. Steady push.
The Contact
Hands slid down my back. Palmed my ass. Squeeze. I sparked alive. Electricity zipped. Thin walls. Any creak, they’d hear. Floor groaned under shifting feet. We ignored it. Lips met. Tongue invaded. Hand snaked between thighs. Legs parted on instinct. Fingers grazed panty. Wet already.
He tugged fabric aside. Dipped into slick folds. One finger plunged my pussy. Slow fuck. I gasped, muffled. His mouth swallowed the sound. Pulled out, sucked clean. ‘Taste yourself.’ Finger to my lips. Hesitant lick. Salty sweet. I sucked it deep.
He dropped to knees. Yanked panties off. Legs splayed wide. Tongue attacked. Lapped my clit. Fingers rammed in, out. Fast. Body shook. Couch springs whined. ‘Shh,’ he whispered. Neighbors’ door rattled faintly down hall. Fuck. Hotter.
‘Touch yourself.’ New. Fingers on clit, circling. Dipped inside. Tasted my juice. Bra unhooked. Nipples pinched hard. He stroked his cock. Thick, veined. ‘See what you do.’ Pre-cum beaded.
The Indiscretion
Whipped cream from kitchen. Dollop on head. ‘Dessert.’ Tongue flicked. Cream gone, skin salty. Sucked him in. Gagged soft. Balls cupped. Hand pumped base. He gripped head. Fucked mouth gentle. Stopped. Groaned low.
Legs up, pussy offered. Tongue dove. Fingers pistoned. Violent. Body arched. Orgasm crashed. Spasms jerked couch. Muffled scream into pillow. Walls paper-thin. Heard faint cough next door.
His turn. Cock to tits. Hand flew. Balls massaged. Tongue tip on slit. He erupted. Hot ropes on skin, throat. Sticky mess.
Shower hissed quiet. Fucked again under spray. Slow, deep. Back to bed. Dawn crept through blinds. Exhausted collapse.
Morning shadows. He slipped out. Hallway empty. Stairs creaked under my steps. Neighbor passed, eyes down. Did she hear moans? Smell sex? Heart thumped wild. Secret locked tight. Back to Eric tomorrow. But this fire? Unquenchable.