Chloe

Moonlight bathed the kitchen, glinting off the counter where Alex stood, his bare chest taut, his beer bottle slick with condensation. Anna slept upstairs, her body drained from their wild, screaming fuck, but Alex’s mind was alive, plotting how to seduce her flatmates—Bella, Chloe, Dana—without her knowing. The staircase creaked, and Chloe appeared, her curly brown hair a tousled halo, her red satin bra and thong clinging to her lush curves. Her green eyes gleamed with bold amusement as she sauntered in, her hips rolling, stopping close enough for Alex to catch her spicy perfume.

“Well, well,” Chloe drawled, her voice a teasing purr, leaning against the counter, her arm brushing his. “Look who’s prowling after dark. Couldn’t wind down after that… spectacle?” Her smirk was wicked, her eyes flicking to his low-slung jeans, lingering on the faint outline of his cock.

Alex’s lips twitched, his pulse spiking at her brazenness. “Something like that,” he said, his tone smooth, taking a sip of his beer. “Guess we made it hard to sleep around here.” He watched her, his smirk inviting her to bite.

Chloe laughed, a rich, throaty sound, tossing her hair as she grabbed a glass from the cabinet, her body stretching, her thong riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. “Hard? Alex, you and Anna practically shook the foundation. Those screams? That bed banging like a fucking war drum?” She filled her glass with water, her eyes locking onto his. “I’m surprised the walls are still standing.”

His cock stirred, her words conjuring Anna’s moans, the headboard’s relentless thud. “So you were listening,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low, testing her. “What’d you think?”

She grinned, sipping her water, her lips glistening. “I think you’re a fucking rock star. Anna was losing her mind up there. Sounded like you were breaking her in half.” She stepped closer, her bare foot nudging his, her warmth radiating. “Kept me up, that’s for sure. Had me… distracted.”

Alex’s throat tightened, his mind flashing to Chloe in her room, her body reacting to the sounds. “Distracted how?” he asked, his voice rough, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts in the satin bra.

Her smile was sly, her fingers twirling a curl of her hair, her posture relaxed but deliberate. “Oh, you know, the kind of distracted where you can’t quite think straight. All that noise… it gets under your skin.” She shifted, her hip grazing his, a spark of contact. “Makes you feel… restless. Like you need to burn off some energy.”

He chuckled, his hand resting on the counter, inches from hers. “Sounds like you enjoyed the show,” he teased, his tone light but probing, daring her to reveal more.

“Maybe I did,” Chloe said, her eyes sparkling, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s hard not to get caught up in all that… heat. Got my blood pumping.” She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek. “Ever wonder what it’s like to be the one listening, knowing you’re causing all that chaos?”

His breath hitched, her words a delicate tease, hinting at her arousal. “I might,” he said, his voice low, his eyes locked on hers. “Sounds like you’ve got some thoughts on it.”

She laughed, stepping back, her movements fluid, her thong hugging her curves. “Oh, I’ve got thoughts, Alex. Dangerous ones.” She paused, her fingers brushing his arm, a fleeting touch. “Maybe one day, we’ll find out what kind of trouble we can stir up. Anna’s got you on lock, but there’s always room for… fun.” Her tone was playful, but her eyes held a flicker of invitation, a secret shared in the dark.

She turned, her ass swaying as she headed for the stairs, her glass left on the counter. “Don’t get into too much trouble without me,” she called over her shoulder, her voice a sultry tease. “You’ll need someone to keep up with you.” She climbed the steps, her silhouette fading, leaving Alex hard and buzzing, the kitchen alive with temptation.