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 cock 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 cock 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 pussy. She bucks her back… and opens her mouth… and screams.
Chapter Eight
#BeMineGoesBothWays
I T 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 cock 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 fucking 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 cock 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 fuck 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 cock 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 cock 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
“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 cock 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 cock 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 pussy. She bucks her back… and opens her mouth… and screams.
Chapter Eight
#BeMineGoesBothWays
I T 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 cock 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 fucking 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 cock 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 fuck 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 cock 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 cock 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
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