Dana’s Kitchen Heat

Morning sunlight bathed the kitchen, warming the counter where Dana had stood the night before, her intense eyes and subtle hints a lingering spark. Anna descended the stairs, her auburn hair loose, her tank top and shorts clinging to her curves, her body still thrumming from Alex’s relentless fucking—the house-rattling first round, then the sudden, sleep-breaking second round. The thought of the open door, now tied to her flatmates’ unseen gazes, stirred a restless heat she couldn’t ignore.

Dana stood at the counter, her dark ponytail sleek, her sports bra and leggings hugging her athletic frame. She sipped a protein shake, her brown eyes flickering with quiet intensity as Anna entered. “Morning,” Dana said, her voice low, setting her shake down. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early, after… all that last night.”

Anna’s cheeks flushed, but she smirked, grabbing a bottle of water. “It was a hell of a night,” she said, her tone light, curious about Dana’s angle. “Guess we got a bit carried away.”

“Carried away?” Dana’s lips twitched, a subtle smirk breaking her calm facade. “Anna, you and Alex were a fucking **** of nature. Those screams? That bed pounding like it was trying to break free?” She leaned forward, her toned arms flexing, her sports bra tight. “Must be something, getting taken like that.”

Anna’s pulse quickened, Dana’s words conjuring the raw power of Alex’s thrusts, her cries shaking the walls. “It’s a rush,” she said, her voice low, twisting the cap off her bottle. “Sounds like you were paying attention.”

Dana’s eyes narrowed, her smirk deepening as she shifted, her hip resting against the counter. “Hard not to. I was up late, couldn’t settle, so I was down here. Bumped into Alex, all restless after your first round.” She paused, her fingers brushing her ponytail, her gaze steady. “We talked for a bit, nothing deep, just passing time. Then I heard you two again, like he couldn’t hold back. The door was open, Anna. Me, Bella, and Chloe… we saw him fucking you, all raw and relentless. Couldn’t look away.”

Anna’s breath caught, the revelation hitting like a spark—Dana, Bella, and Chloe watching Alex fuck her, their eyes on her writhing body, his primal drive. “You all watched?” she asked, her voice soft, a mix of shock and a pulsing intrigue. The idea sent a surge of heat through her core, her thighs pressing together.

Dana nodded, her gaze unflinching. “Yeah, we did. It was… powerful. Got me thinking about what it’d be like, some guy taking me that way, all fire and no control.” Her voice was steady, but her chest rose faster, her words hinting at Alex’s intensity. “Just surrendering to it, you know? Pure energy.”

Anna swallowed, the thought of Dana picturing herself in her place, craving that ferocity, stirring a forbidden thrill. “Sounds like it got under your skin,” she said, her voice teasing, probing deeper.

“Maybe a little,” Dana murmured, stepping closer, her lavender scent enveloping Anna. “All that passion… It’s hard to ignore. Makes you wonder what it’s like to feel that kind of heat.” She paused, her fingers grazing the counter near Anna’s bottle, a fleeting connection. “You’ve got something rare, Anna. But it’s tempting to imagine a taste.” Her smirk was subtle, but her eyes held a spark of something deeper, a secret shared in the morning light.

They talked about workout routines, but Anna’s mind was elsewhere, her body humming with a new arousal. The image of Dana, Bella, and Chloe watching her and Alex, their eyes locked on their frenzied fucking, ignited a thrilling heat. She imagined their gazes, their breaths quickening, their desires flaring. She needed Alex again, needed to feel him inside her, to feed this voyeuristic fire. “I should find him,” she said, setting her bottle down, her voice tight with need.

Dana’s smirk softened, as if sensing her urgency. “Go chase that fire,” she said, turning back to her shake.

Anna headed for the stairs, her heart pounding, her mind swirling with Alex’s cock, the open door, her flatmates’ hidden gazes. But as she reached the staircase, Alex appeared, descending, his dark hair mussed, his shirtless torso gleaming, his jeans slung low. Their eyes locked, and the air crackled, her arousal surging at the sight of him, the promise of more just steps away.