Spicy Affairs Erotica Collection

Chloe lay on her back in the guest bedroom, eyes fixed on the dark ceiling. The thin wall between her room and the master bedroom did nothing to muffle the sounds. The headboard constantly hitting the wall, the slap of skin against wet skin, her cousin Mia's voice came through clearly in high, broken moans that turned into sharp cries.

“Fuck! Damien harder! Yes! like that, yes…”

Chloe huffed and rolled on her bed, trying to sleep, but the noise coming from the other room ensured sleep wouldn't come anytime soon as she thought of herself in her cousin's place.

Chloe’s thighs pressed together, and heat pooled low in her belly. She had moved into their house only three days ago because the new office she'd gotten a job at was twenty minutes from here and almost an hour from her parents’ place.

She told herself the living arrangement was practical and the way her pulse jumped whenever Damien walked past in a fitted shirt was nothing serious. Just an old, stupid attraction she had buried for years.

Tonight, she doubted everything she'd tried to reinforce.

Another loud slap of flesh. Mia gasped, voice cracking. “Oh, God! Don’t stop, please.”

Chloe’s hand slid down her stomach before she could talk herself out of it. Her pajama shorts were already damp at the crotch. She pressed two fingers over the fabric and felt how swollen her clit had become. It was hot, throbbing, almost sore from how long she had been listening. Every time Damien drove into Mia, the headboard knocked the wall once. Chloe matched the rhythm, rubbing slow circles through the cotton.

Her breathing turned shallow, and the room smelled faintly of her own arousal. She bit her lower lip hard enough to taste blood.

Then the pace changed, the bed rocked faster, and Mia’s moans climbed higher, almost screams now. “Yes, yes, fuck! I’m gonna, Damien…”

Chloe couldn’t stay still anymore as frustration clawed at her chest. She was soaked, aching, and empty and no fingers of her own were going to fix that tonight.

She threw the sheet off and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

She walked silently down the short hallway. The master bedroom door was not fully closed; there was a little gap, enough for her to see inside.

Chloe stopped a foot away, her heart hammered so loud she was sure they would hear it. She leaned forward just enough to see.

Damien had Mia on all fours in the middle of the mattress. His broad back glistened with sweat, his muscles shifted under his skin as he gripped her hips and yanked her back onto his cock with every thrust.

Mia’s face was buried in the pillow, hands fisted in the sheets, ass high. Her dark hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Every time Damien bottomed out, Mia’s whole body jolted forward, tits swaying heavily.

“Take it, take every fucking inch,” Damien growled, voice low and rough.

Mia sobbed into the pillow. “I can’t, I don't think I can, I’m gonna come again. Please.”

Chloe’s knees trembled.

She braced one hand on the doorframe with her other hand slipped inside her shorts. Two fingers parted slick folds and pushed inside. She was so wet they slid in easily, knuckles deep on the first try, her inner walls clenched hard around them.

She started moving in time with Damien, slow at first, matching the deliberate roll of his hips. Each time he pulled almost all the way out, she dragged her fingers out. Each time he slammed back in, she thrust them deep.

Her thumb found her clit and pressed down, rubbing firm circles.

Damien’s thick cock shone with Mia’s wetness every time he withdrew. Veins stood out along his shaft, and the head was flushed dark red.

When he pushed back inside, Mia’s pussy lips stretched tight around him, clinging.

Chloe added a third finger, stretching herself. The stretch burned for a second, then melted into pleasure as she continued thrusting into herself.

She imagined it was him, Damien’s cock splitting her open instead, heavy and hot, and filling her until she couldn’t think. In her head, she was the one on her knees, back arched, ass up.

She knew she wouldn’t beg like Mia; she would take it. She would moan his name and push back for more.

Damien sped up. His thrusts turned brutal, short, punishing strokes that made Mia’s cries turn raw.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Come right fucking now.”

Mia shattered.

Her back bowed, thighs shook, voice broke into a long, keening wail. Damien didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, hips snapping, balls slapping against her clit with every drive.

Chloe’s fingers pumped faster. Her palm ground against her clit. The pressure built fast, almost too fast.

Her legs shook, and she clamped her free hand over her mouth to trap the moan that tried to escape.

That was when Damien’s head turned.

His eyes dark and heavy-lidded from lust, locked directly onto hers through the gap in the door.

Time stopped.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t look surprised; instead, his lips curved into the smallest smirk while he kept driving into Mia with the same punishing rhythm, and his gaze held Chloe’s.

Chloe came instantly.

Her pussy clamped down hard on her fingers. Wetness gushed over her hand, dripping down her wrist, her vision blurred at the edges.

A choked whimper slipped past her fingers despite her best effort. Her knees buckled; she caught herself on the doorframe.

Damien’s smirk widened a fraction. He gave one more deep thrust, buried to the hilt, and held there while Mia shuddered beneath him.

Chloe yanked her hand free; her fingers left a wet streak on her shorts as she stumbled backward. Her heart slammed against her ribs.

She turned and half-ran, half-stumbled back to her room. She shut the door as quietly as she could, flipped the lock even though she knew it wouldn’t matter, and collapsed onto the bed.

Her body still twitched with aftershocks. Her pussy throbbed, feeling empty, unsatisfied, and angry at the sudden stop. She had come, yes, but it was not enough.

It was not the full, shattering release she needed. The orgasm felt stolen, cut short by panic.

She curled onto her side, thighs pressed tight together. The wet spot on her shorts cooled against her skin. She could still hear faint sounds from the other room, Mia’s softer whimpers now, Damien’s low murmur, the bed creaking slower as they changed position.

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut. Shame burned in her chest, but the ache between her legs refused to fade. She changed her already stained shorts into a nightgown and lay on her bed.

She pictured his eyes again, that direct knowing stare, and fresh heat flared low in her belly.

She didn’t touch herself again.

Instead, she lay there, sexually frustrated, heart racing, replaying the moment he saw her over and over until exhaustion finally dragged her under.