Bella’s Kitchen Tease

Morning light streamed into the kitchen, glinting off the counter where Bella had flirted with Alex under the moonlight, her playful words still echoing in his mind. Anna descended the stairs, her auburn hair loose, her thin tank top and shorts clinging to her sweat-damp curves, her body still buzzing from Alex’s relentless fucking—first the house-shaking, scream-filled session, then the sudden, urgent round that jolted her awake. The memory of his cock driving into her, her moans spilling through the open door, stirred a restless heat she couldn’t shake.

Bella leaned against the counter, her blonde hair in a messy bun, her crop top and leggings revealing her toned midriff. She sipped coffee, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief as Anna entered. “Well, good morning, rock star,” Bella said, her voice a playful lilt, setting her mug down. “Thought you’d be out cold after last night’s… performance.”

Anna’s cheeks flushed, but she smirked, grabbing a glass of water. “It was a wild night,” she said, her tone light, curious about Bella’s angle. “Guess we got carried away.”

“Carried away?” Bella laughed, her voice bright, leaning forward, her cleavage teasing the edge of her top. “Anna, you and Alex were a fucking natural disaster. Those screams? That bed slamming like it was fighting for its life? I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t call the cops.” Her smile was wicked, her fingers tracing the rim of her mug. “Must feel incredible, being fucked like that.”

Anna’s pulse quickened, Bella’s words conjuring the raw intensity of Alex’s thrusts, her cries echoing through the house. “It’s… something else,” she said, her voice low, filling her glass. “Sounds like you were tuned in.”

Bella’s eyes sparkled, her posture shifting, her hip cocking playfully. “Oh, I was. Couldn’t sleep, so I was down here late. Ran into Alex, all restless and… charged up after your first round.” She paused, her smile coy, her fingers toying with her hair. “We chatted for a bit, you know, just shooting the breeze. Then I heard you two go at it again, like he couldn’t wait. The door was open, Anna. Me, Chloe, and Dana… we saw him pounding you, all raw and ****. Couldn’t look away.”

Anna’s breath hitched, the revelation hitting like a spark—Bella, Chloe, and Dana watching Alex fuck her, their eyes on her writhing body, his relentless drive. “You all saw that?” she asked, her voice soft, a mix of shock and a strange, pulsing curiosity. The idea sent a jolt through her core, her thighs pressing together.

Bella nodded, her gaze warm, almost conspiratorial. “Yeah, we did. It was… intense. Got me thinking about what it’d be like, some guy taking me that way, all passion and no restraint.” Her voice dropped, her eyes flicking to Anna’s lips. “Just letting go, you know? Feeling that kind of fire.” Her words were subtle, a veiled nod to Alex’s ferocity, her fantasy a shadow of his intensity.

Anna swallowed, the thought of Bella picturing herself in her place, craving that raw power, igniting a forbidden heat. “Sounds like it got to you,” she said, her voice teasing, probing deeper.

“Maybe a little,” Bella murmured, stepping closer, her vanilla scent wrapping around Anna. “All that energy… It’s hard not to feel it. Makes you wonder what it’s like to be swept up in something that wild.” She paused, her fingers brushing the counter near Anna’s glass, a fleeting connection. “You’re living a dream, Anna. But it’s fun to imagine stealing a piece of it.” Her smile was playful, but her eyes held a spark of something unspoken, a secret shared in the morning light.

They bantered about breakfast plans, but Anna’s mind raced, her body humming with a new arousal. The image of Bella, Chloe, and Dana watching her and Alex, their gazes locked on their frenzied fucking, stirred a thrilling heat. She imagined their eyes on her, their breaths quickening, their desires flaring. She needed Alex again, needed to feel him inside her, to chase this voyeuristic fire. “I should check on him,” she said, setting her glass down, her voice tight with need.

Bella’s smirk widened, as if sensing her urgency. “Go get your man,” she teased, turning back to her coffee.

Anna headed for the stairs, her heart pounding, her mind swirling with Alex’s cock, the open door, her flatmates’ hidden gazes. But as she reached the staircase, Alex appeared, descending, his dark hair tousled, his shirtless torso gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat, his jeans slung low. Their eyes locked, and the air crackled, her arousal surging at the sight of him, the promise of more just steps away.