Bella

The kitchen was a shadowed refuge, the moonlight slicing through the window, casting silver streaks across Alex’s bare chest. His beer bottle sweated in his hand, the cold a faint anchor against the heat of his thoughts—Anna asleep upstairs, her body spent from their raw, screaming fuck, and her flatmates, Bella, Chloe, and Dana, who’d heard every moan. Alex leaned against the counter, his jeans low on his hips, his mind weaving plans to taste the forbidden fruit of Anna’s flatmates without her knowing. The staircase creaked, and a figure emerged, her silhouette framed in the doorway, clad only in a black lace bra and panties, the fabric hugging her curves. Bella’s blonde hair shimmered as she stepped into the light, her blue eyes glinting with playful intent.

“Caught you,” Bella said, her voice a soft tease, her lips curling into a smile as she sauntered forward, her hips swaying. “What’s a guy like you doing all alone down here?” She stopped by the fridge, her fingers trailing along the handle, her posture accentuating the swell of her breasts.

Alex’s pulse quickened, his eyes tracing the lace that barely contained her. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said, his tone casual but his smirk betraying him. “Too much… energy after tonight.” He took a sip of his beer, watching her over the rim, testing the waters.

Bella laughed, a light, musical sound, and opened the fridge, bending slightly to grab a water bottle, her panties riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. “Energy, huh? I bet. That was quite a show you and Anna put on.” She straightened, twisting the cap off, her eyes locking onto his. “I mean, wow. You guys don’t hold back, do you?”

His cock twitched, her words stirring the memory of Anna’s screams, the headboard’s relentless thud. “You heard all that?” he asked, leaning forward, his voice low, inviting her to play.

“Heard it?” Bella’s eyebrows arched, her smile widening as she stepped closer, the water bottle cool against her palm. “Alex, I think the neighbors filed a noise complaint. Anna was… vocal. And that bed? It sounded like it was begging for mercy.” She tilted her head, her hair spilling over one shoulder, her gaze flicking to his bare torso. “You must be exhausted.”

He chuckled, setting his beer down, his hands resting on the counter, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. “Not quite. Takes more than that to wear me out.” He held her gaze, the air thickening with unspoken tension. “What about you? Up late for a reason?”

Bella’s smile turned coy, her fingers toying with the bottle’s label, peeling it slowly. “Oh, you know, just… restless. Hard to settle down when there’s so much… noise.” She stepped closer, her bare foot brushing his, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through him. “It’s distracting, hearing all that. Makes it tough to focus on anything else.”

Alex’s throat tightened, his mind flashing to Bella in her room, her body reacting to Anna’s moans. “Distracting, huh?” he said, his voice rough, leaning in just enough to catch the vanilla scent of her skin. “What kind of distraction are we talking about?”

Her eyes sparkled, her lips parting slightly as she held his gaze. “The kind that keeps you up,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with meaning. “The kind that makes you… feel things. You and Anna know how to stir up a house.” Her fingers brushed her collarbone, drawing his eyes, and she shifted her weight, her hip grazing the counter near his hand.

He swallowed hard, his cock stirring, imagining her fingers moving lower, her breaths quickening as she listened. “Sounds like you enjoyed the show,” he teased, his tone light but probing, daring her to reveal more.

“Maybe I did,” Bella admitted, her smile sly, her eyes never leaving his. “It’s hard not to get… caught up in all that passion. Got my heart racing a bit.” She took a slow sip of water, her throat moving, a bead of condensation dripping onto her chest, trailing toward her bra. “You ever think about how it feels to be on the other side of those walls?”

His breath hitched, her words a delicate dance around the truth. “Sometimes,” he said, his voice low, his eyes tracing the droplet’s path. “Sounds like you’ve thought about it too.”

She laughed softly, stepping back, her movements fluid, like a cat toying with its prey. “Who wouldn’t? You’re trouble, Alex. The good kind.” She paused, her fingers lingering on the counter, her gaze warm and inviting. “Maybe one night, we’ll have a reason to lose sleep together. Anna’s got enough of you to share, right?” Her tone was playful, but her eyes held a flicker of challenge, a hint of something secret and forbidden.

Before he could respond, she turned, her hips swaying as she headed for the stairs, her panties hugging her curves. “Don’t stay up too late,” she called over her shoulder, her voice a velvet tease. “You’ll need your energy.” She climbed the steps, her silhouette fading, leaving Alex hard and reeling, the kitchen pulsing with possibility.