RISKY NIGHT

Clara’s POV 🔥

I followed my mom into the kitchen, my legs still shaky and my panties soaked from what had just happened in my bedroom. My heart was racing so hard I was scared she could hear it.

We were preparing dinner together — simple fried rice and chicken. I stood at the counter chopping vegetables, trying to keep my hands steady, while she stirred the pot. The aroma of spices and onions filled the air, but all I could focus on was the faint throbbing between my legs and the memory of Reed’s thick cock stretching me open just minutes ago.

“So, how’s the project going with Kendra?” Mom asked casually, glancing at me.

“It’s… coming along well,” I replied, my voice a little too high. “She’s really smart. We make a good team.”

Mom smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re taking your studies seriously.”

I nodded, forcing a smile while my mind kept flashing back to Kendra’s tongue on my clit and Reed pounding into me from behind. My thighs were still sticky. I pressed them together, trying not to squirm as I chopped the carrots.

We ate dinner at the dining table — just the two of us. Mom talked about her day, about work gossip, about how she hoped I was eating well. I nodded along, laughing at the right moments, but every second felt like torture. I kept wondering if Reed was okay hiding in my bathroom. If he was panicking. If he was still hard.

Finally, after we cleared the table, Mom yawned.

“I’m exhausted. I’ll sleep in the sitting room tonight. The fan in my room is making noise again.”

My stomach dropped. “Okay, Mom. Goodnight.”

She kissed my forehead and headed to the sitting room. I waited until I heard her settle down before rushing back to my bedroom.

I locked the door behind me and immediately called Kendra.

She picked up on the first ring.

“Clara, what the hell is going on?” she whispered urgently.

“My mom is sleeping in the sitting room,” I said, voice shaking. “The back door makes too much noise. If I try to sneak Reed out now, she’ll definitely hear. What do I do?”

Kendra was quiet for a second, then sighed. “He has to sleep there tonight. Early morning, before your mom wakes up, you can sneak him out. It’s risky, but it’s the only way.”

I glanced at the bathroom door, imagining Reed waiting inside. “I’m scared, Kendra…”

“I know. But you’ve got this. Just be quiet.”

We ended the call. I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

Reed stepped out, looking tense but still dangerously handsome. His eyes darkened the moment they landed on me, filled with a mix of fear and lingering lust.

“We can’t risk it tonight,” I whispered. “You have to stay until early morning.”

He stared at me for a long moment, then pulled me into his arms. “Then we have to be very, very quiet.”

We tried.

We really tried.

But the moment his hands touched my body, all control slipped away.

He bent me over my bed, pulling my robe up and spreading my legs wide. He pushed into me slowly from behind — back shots, deep and controlled. I bit my pillow hard to muffle my moans as he fucked me with long, steady strokes, his hips rolling against my ass, his thick cock stretching me open again and again.

“Quiet, baby,” he whispered, gripping my hips tightly. “Don’t wake her.”

But it felt too good. I couldn’t stay completely silent. Soft, desperate whimpers escaped me with every deep thrust. Reed reached around and rubbed my clit in slow, firm circles, making my legs tremble violently.

We moved together in the dark — slow, intense, and dangerously risky. Every thrust, every quiet moan felt electric because we knew how close we were to getting caught. The wet, subtle sound of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy was the only noise in the room besides our heavy breathing.

I came hard, burying my face in the pillow to stifle my cries, my walls clenching tightly around him. Reed followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling me with another hot load, groaning lowly against my neck.

We collapsed together, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me.

The house was completely silent.

But I had no idea if my mother had heard anything.