Bella’s Lingering Spark

Alex’s heart pounded as Bella’s silhouette vanished up the stairs, her teasing words—“You’ll need your energy”—echoing in his ears. The kitchen felt charged, the moonlight glinting off the counter where her hip had grazed his, her vanilla scent still lingering. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, her playful banter replaying in his mind: her coy smile, the way her fingers brushed his wrist, her hint about losing sleep together. Bella’s lace-clad curves, her breasts straining against her bra, had pushed him to the edge, and he couldn’t shake the image of her in her room, restless, her body reacting to Anna’s screams.

Driven by raw need, Alex abandoned his beer and climbed the stairs, his bare feet silent on the creaky steps. Anna’s bedroom door was ajar, the faint glow of a bedside lamp spilling out. She lay sprawled across the bed, her auburn hair fanned over the pillow, her naked body barely covered by a tangled sheet, her skin still flushed from their earlier fuck. Her soft snores filled the room, but Alex’s arousal drowned out reason. His cock strained as he stripped off his jeans, his eyes locked on her curves, his mind flashing to Bella’s teasing eyes, her suggestive sway.

He slid onto the bed, his hands rough as he pulled the sheet away, exposing Anna’s breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Without hesitation, he spread her thighs, his fingers finding her slick warmth, still wet from their last round. Anna stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips, but Alex didn’t stop. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance, and thrust in, hard and deep, waking her with a gasp.

“Alex, what—fuck,” Anna groaned, her eyes fluttering open, her body tensing then yielding as he fucked her with relentless need. Her pussy clenched around him, hot and tight, and she arched into him, her sleep-fogged arousal igniting. “Don’t stop,” she mumbled, her voice thick, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The bed creaked, quieter this time but urgent, each thrust driven by Alex’s fevered thoughts of Bella. He pictured her in the kitchen, her lips parted, her fingers trailing her collarbone, hinting at her racing heart. He imagined her now, in her room, her hand slipping beneath her panties, her breaths quickening as she remembered his gaze. The fantasy fueled him, his hips slamming against Anna’s, her moans rising, sharp and needy.

It was over quickly, his arousal too intense to prolong. Anna’s cries peaked, her pussy pulsing as she came, and Alex followed, his release surging as he finished inside her, a low groan tearing from his throat. His body shuddered, his breath ragged, and he collapsed onto her, their sweat mingling. Anna’s eyes closed, her body sinking back into exhaustion, a satisfied smile on her lips.

As his senses cleared, Alex froze. The door was wide open, the hallway light casting long shadows. Three figures stood just outside—Bella, Chloe, Dana—their eyes wide, their breaths shallow. Bella’s lips were parted, her hand resting on her thigh, her lace bra stark against her skin. Chloe’s smirk was faint, her fingers curled at her side, her satin thong glinting. Dana’s gaze was intense, her sports bra tight, her posture rigid, but her chest rising fast. They’d seen everything—the raw, primal pounding, Anna’s cries, Alex’s relentless drive.

Their eyes met his, a silent pulse of tension, desire, and secrets. Then, as if on cue, they turned, slipping back to their rooms, leaving Alex with the weight of their gaze and the open door.