Bella’s Silent Flirtation

The kitchen buzzed with the aftermath of Bella’s teasing, her words about watching Alex fuck Anna through the open door still ringing in Anna’s ears. Anna’s body thrummed with a new, voyeuristic heat as she reached the foot of the stairs, her auburn hair loose, her tank top and shorts clinging to her sweat-damp curves. Alex appeared, descending, his dark hair tousled, his shirtless torso gleaming, his jeans low on his hips. Their eyes locked, and Anna’s arousal surged, her thighs clenching at the sight of him. She stepped close, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, quiet enough to keep Bella, still in the kitchen, from hearing.

“Alex, fuck, you won’t believe this,” Anna murmured, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot. “Bella told me they all watched us last night, when you fucked me awake. All three of them—Bella, Chloe, Dana—staring while you pounded me.” Her fingers grazed his chest, her nails teasing his skin. “It’s driving me crazy, baby. I’m so fucking wet, I need your cock inside me now. I want you to fuck me senseless, make me scream.”

Alex’s cock hardened, straining against his jeans, Anna’s dirty talk igniting him. But his eyes flicked past her, drawn to Bella in the kitchen, her blonde hair catching the sunlight, her crop top and leggings hugging her curves. Bella met his gaze, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned against the counter, her posture accentuating her cleavage, and slowly licked her lips, a subtle, suggestive gesture that sent a jolt through him. Her fingers trailed along her collarbone, dipping toward her top, a silent tease as she held his stare.

Anna pressed closer, oblivious, her whispered words urgent. “I can’t stop thinking about them watching, Alex. Their eyes on us, seeing you fuck me so hard. It’s so fucking hot, I need you to take me, make me yours again.” Her hand slid down, brushing the bulge in his jeans, her breath hitching. “Please, baby, I’m dripping for you.”

Alex’s pulse raced, Anna’s words fueling his arousal, but Bella’s flirtation tugged at him. She shifted, her hip cocking, and ran a finger along the waistband of her leggings, her smirk playful but charged, as if daring him to imagine more. His cock throbbed, torn between Anna’s **** need and Bella’s silent promises. He nodded, his voice low. “Fuck, Anna, you’re killing me.”

“I want the door open,” Anna whispered, her eyes blazing. “Let them watch again, I don’t care. I want it.” Her fingers dug into his arms, her need raw.

Alex’s restraint snapped. He scooped Anna up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heat pressing against him. He carried her upstairs, her soft moans muffled against his neck, and pushed into her bedroom, leaving the door wide open as she’d demanded. He set her on the bed, yanking her shorts and panties off, her pussy glistening. Anna turned, getting on her hands and knees, facing the open door, her ass raised, her eyes fixed on the hallway, waiting for her flatmates to appear.

Alex shed his jeans, his cock thick and ready, and positioned himself behind her. He thrust in, hard and deep, a groan escaping as Anna’s pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, yes,” Anna gasped, her voice loud now, her body rocking back to meet him. Alex pounded her, each thrust raw and relentless, the bed creaking, his mind flashing to Bella’s lips, her fingers, her teasing gaze. Anna’s moans filled the room, her eyes locked on the door, her body trembling with anticipation, craving the hidden gazes she knew might come.