Best Friend’s Mummy: 2

Casserole, Cum, and a Knock Too Close💦🫦😜

“Just a minute!”

I yanked my yoga pants up with one hand, the other shoving my tank top down over my still-sensitive breasts. Tyler’s cum was already sliding down my inner thighs. The kitchen smelled like sex and rain. Mrs. Patel knocked again, harder this time.

Tyler leaned against the counter, jeans still open, cock glistening. He didn’t look worried. He looked amused.

“Hide,” I hissed.

He smirked, zipped up slowly, and slipped into the pantry, leaving the door cracked just enough to watch.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, forced a smile, and opened the front door.

Mrs. Patel stood there under a big umbrella, holding a covered dish. Her eyes flicked past me into the house. “Claire, dear. I brought the casserole. You said you wanted the recipe last week.”

“Thank you.” I took the dish. My hands shook. “You didn’t have to come out in this rain.”

She stepped closer, almost into the doorway. “Nonsense. Neighbors help neighbors. Is everything alright? You look… flushed.”

“Just hot from cooking,” I lied. The lie tasted thin.

Her gaze dropped to my neck. I felt the mark Tyler had left. I tilted my head, trying to hide it with my hair.

“Well,” she said slowly, “if you need anything, you know where I am. Ryan’s gone for the semester, isn’t he? Must be lonely in this big house.”

“I’m fine.” I started closing the door. “Really. Thank you again.”

She smiled a little too wide. “Of course. Call if you change your mind about company.”

The second the door clicked shut I leaned against it, heart hammering.

Tyler stepped out of the pantry. “She’s suspicious.”

“She always is.” I set the casserole on the counter. My legs still felt weak. “We need to clean up. Now.”

He didn’t move toward the cleaning supplies. He moved toward me. Hands on my hips. Mouth against my ear.

“You’re still leaking,” he murmured. One hand slid into my pants, two fingers pushing through the mess he’d left. “Feel that? Still open. Still mine.”

I gasped. “Tyler, stop. She could come back.”

“Then be quiet.” He turned me around, bent me over the counter again, and shoved my pants down to my knees. His cock was already hard. He rubbed the head through the wetness, then slid back inside in one smooth thrust.

“Oh fuck…” I bit my lip hard.

He fucked me slow and deep, one hand covering my mouth. “This is what happens when you try to act normal after taking my cock. You get filled again.”

I pushed back against him, already climbing. The risk made everything sharper. Every sound from outside made my pussy clench.

He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles. “Come for me. Quietly.”

I did. Shaking. Muffled against his palm. He followed right after, burying himself deep and flooding me a second time.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Then my phone buzzed on the counter.

I grabbed it with a trembling hand.

Unknown: Cute casserole. Does she know her neighbor just got fucked twice on that counter?

Attached was a photo. Me bent over. Tyler’s hands on my hips. Taken from outside the kitchen window.

My blood went cold.

Tyler saw the screen. His face hardened. “Someone’s watching the house.”

I scrolled up. There was an earlier message from the same number that had come in while Mrs. Patel was at the door.

Unknown: Rainy nights make the best shows. Keep the curtains open next time.

I looked toward the kitchen window. The blinds were only half closed. Anyone standing in the side yard could have seen everything.

Tyler pulled out of me, tucked himself away, and walked to the window. He peered out into the dark rain. Nothing moved.

“We need to find out who the fuck that is,” he said.

“Or we stop.” My voice cracked. “This was already a mistake. Now someone’s filming us.”

He turned back to me, eyes dark. “We’re not stopping. You’re not walking away from this. From me.”

I opened my mouth to argue. He kissed me instead, hard and claiming. When he pulled back he said, “Get dressed. We’re going next door.”

“What?”

“Mrs. Patel. She showed up too fast. She looked at your neck. She asked about company. Maybe she’s the one with the camera. Or she knows who is.”

I stared at him. “You want to walk over there right now? With your cum still inside me?”

His smirk returned. “Exactly. Keep her talking. I’ll look around.”

Twenty minutes later we stood on Mrs. Patel’s porch. I had changed into a clean sweater and jeans. Tyler looked perfectly calm beside me.

She opened the door looking surprised. “Claire. And… Tyler, isn’t it? Ryan’s friend.”

“That’s right,” Tyler said, with an easy smile. “Claire mentioned you brought food. We wanted to say thanks properly. And maybe borrow some sugar if you have any.”

Mrs. Patel’s eyes narrowed just a fraction. “Of course. Come in.”

Her living room smelled like incense and old books. She led us to the kitchen. Tyler stayed close to me, hand brushing the small of my back whenever she wasn’t looking.

While she measured sugar into a plastic bag, Tyler wandered toward the hallway under the excuse of looking at family photos. I kept her talking.

“How long have you lived here again?” I asked.

“Twelve years.” She sealed the bag. “I see everything on this street. People come and go. Secrets don’t stay secret long.”

My stomach tightened. “Sounds lonely.”

She looked at me directly. “Not as lonely as a woman whose son just left for college. Or a boy who keeps coming around when the son isn’t home.”

Tyler reappeared in the doorway, expression unreadable. “Nice place. You have cameras outside?”

Mrs. Patel’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Security is important. Especially with young men hanging around.”

The air went thick.

Tyler took the sugar bag from her. “Thanks. We’ll get out of your hair.”

She followed us to the door. As we stepped onto the porch she said quietly, “Be careful, Claire. Some people watch for more than just safety.”

The door closed.

Tyler and I walked back through the rain in silence until we reached my driveway.

“She’s not the one filming,” he said. “But she knows something. Or someone.”

My phone buzzed again the second we stepped inside.

Unknown: Sweet visit. Didn’t find the camera, did you? It’s closer than you think. Keep fucking. I’m enjoying the show. Next time I want closer. Maybe inside.

Attached was a short video clip. Me on the kitchen counter. Tyler’s face between my legs. Clear. Recent.

Tyler stared at the screen. His jaw clenched so hard I heard his teeth grind.

“Whoever this is,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “they’re in the neighborhood. Or they have access to the house.”

I sat down hard on the couch, legs weak. Cum was still leaking into my clean panties. The risk, the fear, the lingering pleasure all tangled together until I couldn’t tell them apart.

Tyler crouched in front of me. “We’re finding this person. And when we do, I’m ending it.”

Another message came in before I could answer.

Unknown: Friday night. Leave the back door unlocked. I want a front-row seat. Or the videos go to Ryan. And every parent at his college.

I looked at Tyler.

He looked at the phone.

Then he looked at me with something dark and permanent in his eyes.

“Friday,” he said. “We set a trap.”

Outside, the rain kept falling.

And somewhere very close, someone was already watching.