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I check her pu**y again and it’s even wetter than before. I smile at her and she smiles back.
“Do you want to be watched, Grace?” I remove my hand so she can speak.
She swallows hard. “Not now, but maybe. Someday.”
I kiss her mouth tenderly. “I’d f**king love to try that with you. I will arrange it. But right now, I’m going to f**k you in the hallway. Do you want me to f**k you in the hallway?”
She bites her lip and looks over my shoulder, her eyes darting about wildly as she tries to make a decision. And then her attention returns to me and she nods. “Yes,” she says, breathlessly.
“Face the wall and place your hands flat against it, above your head,” I command. “Do not move.” She obeys and I’m already pushing my throbbing c**k between her legs. “In the ass?”
She gasps and tries to turn around to look at me.
“Kidding,” I say as I ease my dick into her wet folds. I don’t enter her, just rub it against her, bumping up against her clit with each thrust, making her bow her head and stifle her moans of pleasure.
She’s ready to come right now and so am I, so the next thrust forward, my c**k slips right inside her. I thrust upwards and she moans loudly.
I cover her mouth and lean into her neck. “That’s the only time I’ll do that, Grace. The next time I’ll assume you want to be seen.”
My motions become faster and harder and with each forward movement, she lets out a little squeak. My hand wraps around her stomach and then drops to find her clit. Her hands stay put on the wall, like she was ordered, but her whole body is writhing, desperately trying to make contact with me in every way possible.
I feel her body tense and I thrust deeper, burying my balls up against her pu**y. She bucks her back… and opens her mouth… and screams.
Chapter Eight
BeMineGoesBothWays
IT takes me a few seconds to realize the primal noise ringing in my ears belongs to me.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
That’s all I can think about as Asher pounds into me. His thick, thrusting c**k fills me up over and over again, pressing me against the wall. A whoosh of a door down the stairwell stops my moaning and writhing, and I stiffen. “Someone’s coming.”
But Vaughn’s motions never slow. In fact, he speeds up, his movements becoming punishing, entering me with brutal force and then pulling back so abruptly all I can think about is the emptiness he leaves behind.
Voices now, laughter. And I recognize them. The guy who lives across the hall from me. In fact, now that my needs have been satisfied, I realize I am pressed up against their door.
“Vaughn, they live here! Stop!”
He slows, moving inside me more gently. “Why would I stop? Why would I care if your neighbors see me f**king you? You wanted this, remember? Tell me why I should take you inside.”
“I don’t want them to see me,” I say simply. “Please, I don’t want them to see me.”
He turns me around, lifts my ass up, cupping my cheeks into his hands, and then he holds me close to his chest. “Grab my pants, please.” He says it with a chuckle but I do not see one thing funny about what’s happening. I can hear my neighbors’ feet shuffling up the stairs, and we’re on the third floor, it won’t take them long to get here.
As soon as I have hold of his belt, essentially holding up his pants as his c**k stays firmly inside me, he starts walking down the very short hallway and rounds the corner. There’s a laundry unit a little farther down, and for a moment I sigh out a little relief, thinking we will go in there. But he stops, turns me around, and places me against the wall again.
I have a straight-on view of the stairs. “What the f**k are you doing? Go down the hall a little so they can’t see me.”
“Get on your knees.”
“Vaughn!” I plead. They are almost to the top of the stairs. We are so busted. “Please!”
“Suck my c**k and I’ll make sure they never see your face.”
I just stare at him.
“Now. And if you bolt inside, our fun ends permanently.” He pushes on my head until my knees bend and I’m at his feet looking up at his beautiful movie-star face. “I want you to suck my c**k and I want them to know it’s you because you disobeyed and made noise. But you are still mine, so I do not want them to see you. Now do it.” His voice is low, barely a whisper, but his intent is clear. Begging is not an option. And I can see their heads as they climb the last few steps.
I grab Vaughn’s hard thickness and open my mouth. As soon as my lips cover his head, he moans. The laughing neighbors stop, clearly noticing the sexual act going on at the end of the hallway.
“Uh,” the guy says. “Wow, blow jobs in the hallway? Really?”
I look up at Vaughn’s face and his fingers brush against my lips as he says, “Shhh.” And then his hand leaves my face and he flips the guy off behind him.
“Prick,” the guy’s girlfriend says. “You sick f**k, we should call the police.”
Vaughn responds by crouching down, pulling his slick c**k out of my mouth as he descends, and then kisses me on the lips.
The door slams down the hall and he smiles as his tongue thrusts inside me. “Now, continue.” He stands up and guides my face to him once more. I open and he thrusts, filling me up again. This time I take a deep breath through my nose and tip my head back. His hand finds my throat and he feels for the movement of the muscles in my neck as I swallow the pooling saliva and then he’s inside me. Completely. His entire c**k is inside my mouth, his large balls tight up against my chin. A few seconds later the warm rush of salty se**n gushes down my throat as he tips his head back and growls out, “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes.”
I swallow him. Every bit of him. I’m breathless and elated, and humiliated, and turned the f**k on so bad, I start rubbing my clit and then the release finds me again and I moan out my whole body trembles from the shock of it all.
A few seconds later he pulls me up by my hair. I’m still trying to catch my breath when his lips cover mine like he wants nothing more than to have his mouth on mine, drawing heaving breaths together, celebrating our pleasure with the seal of a kiss.
“Grace,” he says breathlessly, “That was so f**king perfect. You are so f**king perfect. Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me to get us through that.” He grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss that has my head spinning. “Come, on baby. We’re not done yet.”
“Do you want to be watched, Grace?” I remove my hand so she can speak.
She swallows hard. “Not now, but maybe. Someday.”
I kiss her mouth tenderly. “I’d f**king love to try that with you. I will arrange it. But right now, I’m going to f**k you in the hallway. Do you want me to f**k you in the hallway?”
She bites her lip and looks over my shoulder, her eyes darting about wildly as she tries to make a decision. And then her attention returns to me and she nods. “Yes,” she says, breathlessly.
“Face the wall and place your hands flat against it, above your head,” I command. “Do not move.” She obeys and I’m already pushing my throbbing c**k between her legs. “In the ass?”
She gasps and tries to turn around to look at me.
“Kidding,” I say as I ease my dick into her wet folds. I don’t enter her, just rub it against her, bumping up against her clit with each thrust, making her bow her head and stifle her moans of pleasure.
She’s ready to come right now and so am I, so the next thrust forward, my c**k slips right inside her. I thrust upwards and she moans loudly.
I cover her mouth and lean into her neck. “That’s the only time I’ll do that, Grace. The next time I’ll assume you want to be seen.”
My motions become faster and harder and with each forward movement, she lets out a little squeak. My hand wraps around her stomach and then drops to find her clit. Her hands stay put on the wall, like she was ordered, but her whole body is writhing, desperately trying to make contact with me in every way possible.
I feel her body tense and I thrust deeper, burying my balls up against her pu**y. She bucks her back… and opens her mouth… and screams.
Chapter Eight
BeMineGoesBothWays
IT takes me a few seconds to realize the primal noise ringing in my ears belongs to me.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
That’s all I can think about as Asher pounds into me. His thick, thrusting c**k fills me up over and over again, pressing me against the wall. A whoosh of a door down the stairwell stops my moaning and writhing, and I stiffen. “Someone’s coming.”
But Vaughn’s motions never slow. In fact, he speeds up, his movements becoming punishing, entering me with brutal force and then pulling back so abruptly all I can think about is the emptiness he leaves behind.
Voices now, laughter. And I recognize them. The guy who lives across the hall from me. In fact, now that my needs have been satisfied, I realize I am pressed up against their door.
“Vaughn, they live here! Stop!”
He slows, moving inside me more gently. “Why would I stop? Why would I care if your neighbors see me f**king you? You wanted this, remember? Tell me why I should take you inside.”
“I don’t want them to see me,” I say simply. “Please, I don’t want them to see me.”
He turns me around, lifts my ass up, cupping my cheeks into his hands, and then he holds me close to his chest. “Grab my pants, please.” He says it with a chuckle but I do not see one thing funny about what’s happening. I can hear my neighbors’ feet shuffling up the stairs, and we’re on the third floor, it won’t take them long to get here.
As soon as I have hold of his belt, essentially holding up his pants as his c**k stays firmly inside me, he starts walking down the very short hallway and rounds the corner. There’s a laundry unit a little farther down, and for a moment I sigh out a little relief, thinking we will go in there. But he stops, turns me around, and places me against the wall again.
I have a straight-on view of the stairs. “What the f**k are you doing? Go down the hall a little so they can’t see me.”
“Get on your knees.”
“Vaughn!” I plead. They are almost to the top of the stairs. We are so busted. “Please!”
“Suck my c**k and I’ll make sure they never see your face.”
I just stare at him.
“Now. And if you bolt inside, our fun ends permanently.” He pushes on my head until my knees bend and I’m at his feet looking up at his beautiful movie-star face. “I want you to suck my c**k and I want them to know it’s you because you disobeyed and made noise. But you are still mine, so I do not want them to see you. Now do it.” His voice is low, barely a whisper, but his intent is clear. Begging is not an option. And I can see their heads as they climb the last few steps.
I grab Vaughn’s hard thickness and open my mouth. As soon as my lips cover his head, he moans. The laughing neighbors stop, clearly noticing the sexual act going on at the end of the hallway.
“Uh,” the guy says. “Wow, blow jobs in the hallway? Really?”
I look up at Vaughn’s face and his fingers brush against my lips as he says, “Shhh.” And then his hand leaves my face and he flips the guy off behind him.
“Prick,” the guy’s girlfriend says. “You sick f**k, we should call the police.”
Vaughn responds by crouching down, pulling his slick c**k out of my mouth as he descends, and then kisses me on the lips.
The door slams down the hall and he smiles as his tongue thrusts inside me. “Now, continue.” He stands up and guides my face to him once more. I open and he thrusts, filling me up again. This time I take a deep breath through my nose and tip my head back. His hand finds my throat and he feels for the movement of the muscles in my neck as I swallow the pooling saliva and then he’s inside me. Completely. His entire c**k is inside my mouth, his large balls tight up against my chin. A few seconds later the warm rush of salty se**n gushes down my throat as he tips his head back and growls out, “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes.”
I swallow him. Every bit of him. I’m breathless and elated, and humiliated, and turned the f**k on so bad, I start rubbing my clit and then the release finds me again and I moan out my whole body trembles from the shock of it all.
A few seconds later he pulls me up by my hair. I’m still trying to catch my breath when his lips cover mine like he wants nothing more than to have his mouth on mine, drawing heaving breaths together, celebrating our pleasure with the seal of a kiss.
“Grace,” he says breathlessly, “That was so f**king perfect. You are so f**king perfect. Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me to get us through that.” He grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss that has my head spinning. “Come, on baby. We’re not done yet.”
