Chloe

The dim hallway of Anna’s shared house was heavy with the afterglow of the drinking party, the air still charged from the wild dances that had Alex’s cock throbbing—Anna’s drunken grinding, Bella’s glittery tease, Chloe’s sultry twerk, Dana’s fierce seduction. Anna lay passed out in her bed, her black mini-dress a wreck, her snores soft, her cuckqueen fetish dormant. Alex’s jeans strained against his erection, his body wired from the flatmates’ relentless temptation, their silver, red, and leather outfits burned into his mind. He’d just tucked Anna in when a voice cut through the shadows, low and teasing: “Looks like she’s out cold, Alex. No action for you tonight, huh?”

Alex’s head snapped to the door, his cock twitching, his pulse hammering. Chloe stood there, her curly brown hair wild, her deep red party dress slit high, her lush curves barely contained, her tits heaving, her nipples stiff through the fabric. Her green eyes gleamed with bold intent, her lips curled in a daring smirk, her spicy scent flooding his senses. Downstairs, Bella and Dana were passed out on the couch, their bodies limp, their silver and leather dresses askew, the living room littered with shot glasses and lust. Chloe leaned against the doorframe, her thigh exposed through the dress’s slit, her red thong peeking out, her pussy’s heat a faint promise. “Guess it’s just us now,” she said, her voice a sultry taunt, her fingers trailing along her thigh, lifting the slit higher.

Alex’s throat went dry, his cock throbbing, his fantasies of fucking Chloe in her bedroom—Anna unaware—surging back. Her dance had been a torment, her ass twerking against his cock, her wetness soaking his jeans, her moans a challenge. “What’s your game, Chloe?” he growled, stepping closer, the hallway closing in, the risk of Anna waking or the others stirring spiking his pulse.

She laughed, a throaty sound, her fingers brushing his arm, her nails teasing his skin, her touch a spark. “No game, just facts,” she murmured, her lips close, her breath hot. “You were rock-hard when we danced, Alex. Felt that cock begging for me. Anna’s useless now, and Bella and Dana are out. Perfect time, don’t you think?” Her hand slid to his chest, pressing against his heartbeat, her eyes locked on his, daring him. Her dress’s slit parted, her thong fully visible, the fabric clinging to her pussy, a wet spot growing.

Alex’s breath hitched, precum leaking, his mind replaying his fantasy—bending Chloe over her desk, her pussy screaming for his cock, Anna downstairs. “Anna’s right there,” he muttered, glancing at the bedroom door, his voice a warning, his cock begging to act, his hands hovering near her hips.

Chloe’s smirk sharpened, her fingers trailing to his waistband, brushing the skin above his cock, a bold tease. “Anna’s not waking up, and the others are fucking gone, Alex. It’s us, alone, right now.” She pressed closer, her tits grazing his chest, her pussy’s heat pulsing through her dress, her thigh rubbing his cock, a slow grind. “I’ve been imagining you fucking me, you know. Want to hear it?”

His cock pulsed, her words a fire. “Tell me,” he rasped, his voice low, stepping closer, her spicy scent overwhelming, his fantasies merging with her offer.

Chloe’s eyes flashed, her fingers lifting her dress’s slit, exposing her thong, her pussy’s scent rising. “I want you in my room, Alex, door cracked, Anna asleep next door. You’d tear this dress off, throw me on my bed, spread my legs. My pussy’d be so wet, dripping for your cock. You’d fuck me deep, your hands on my ass, spanking me, my moans loud but hushed, my tits bouncing. I’d suck your cock first, take it all, gag on it, then ride you, my pussy slamming down, your cock hitting so deep I’d scream, but I’d keep it secret. You’d cum inside me, fill my pussy, make me shake, all while Anna’s clueless.” She moaned, her fingers slipping into her thong, rubbing her clit, her body trembling, her fantasy raw.

Alex’s cock ached, his jeans unbearable, her words vivid—her pussy milking his cock, her ass red, Anna oblivious. “Fuck, Chloe,” he growled, grabbing her wrist, stopping her fingers, his grip tight, his eyes burning. “You’re pushing it.”

She grinned, her free hand sliding to her thong, her fingers slick with her juices. “Am I? Or do you want it? Have you jerked off thinking about my pussy, Alex? Don’t lie, I know you’ve pictured fucking me.” Her eyes flicked to his cock, bulging, her tongue darting out, her body arching, offering herself.

Alex’s breath caught, his fantasies screaming—Chloe’s bed, her moans, her cum-soaked pussy—but he sidestepped, his voice rough. “You’re trouble, Chloe. That’s all I’m saying.” His grip tightened, his cock begging, his mind a war of lust and caution.

Chloe pouted, her fingers withdrawing, glistening, her dress falling back. “Dodging, huh? I bet you’ve cum thinking about me, haven’t you?” She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her whisper hot. “I’m going to my room, Alex. Door’s open. Follow me, and I’ll make you forget Anna.” She pulled back, her smirk daring, her ass swaying as she strutted down the hall, her red dress a beacon. She reached her bedroom, leaving the door wide open, her silhouette a challenge as she slipped inside, her thong flashing.

Alex stood rooted, his cock throbbing, his heart pounding, the hallway silent save for Anna’s snores and the faint hum of the party’s aftermath. Chloe’s open door was a siren call, her pussy waiting, her moans promised, but Anna’s bed was steps away, Bella and Dana downstairs, the risk a blade’s edge. Follow her, and he’d cross a line; stay, and he’d burn with want. His cock urged him to move, his mind a battle of lust and fear.