Dana

The kitchen was a moonlit sanctuary, the counter cool under Alex’s hands, his bare chest catching the faint glow. Anna slept upstairs, her body sated from their loud, primal fuck, but Alex’s mind was restless, scheming to seduce her flatmates—Bella, Chloe, Dana—without her suspecting. The staircase creaked, and Dana appeared, her athletic frame outlined in a navy sports bra and panties, the fabric clinging to her toned curves. Her dark ponytail swayed, and her brown eyes met his with a quiet intensity, a spark that made his cock stir as she stepped forward, her movements deliberate.

“Up late,” Dana said, her voice low, almost a whisper, as she leaned against the counter, her arm inches from his. Her skin glistened faintly, a hint of sweat, and her lavender scent teased his senses. “Not surprised, after all that… commotion.” Her lips twitched, a subtle smirk breaking her calm facade.

Alex’s heart pounded, her understated heat drawing him in. “You caught the show, huh?” he said, his voice rough, leaning forward, his eyes tracing the lean lines of her body, imagining her pressed against him.

“Caught it?” Dana’s smirk grew, her eyes narrowing as she shifted, her hip grazing the counter. “Alex, I could’ve timed my workout to that rhythm. Anna’s voice, that bed slamming like it was possessed…” She paused, her fingers brushing the counter, her gaze steady. “It was hard to ignore.”

His cock twitched, her words conjuring Anna’s screams, his grunts. “So you just listened,” he teased, his tone light but probing, testing her reserve. “What’d you make of it?”

She tilted her head, her ponytail swaying, her eyes never leaving his. “I made… notes,” she said, her voice soft but laced with meaning. “You guys have a way of making an impression. Kept me up, that’s for sure.” She stepped closer, her bare foot brushing his, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through him. “Hard to focus when the house is shaking.”

Alex’s throat tightened, his mind flashing to Dana in her room, her body reacting to the sounds. “Sounds like it got to you,” he said, his voice low, leaning in, catching the faint warmth of her skin. “What do you do with all that… distraction?”

Her smile was subtle, her fingers toying with the edge of her sports bra, drawing his eyes. “I find ways to deal,” she murmured, her voice steady but her chest rising faster. “Let’s just say it got my heart rate up. Made me… feel things.” She shifted, her arm brushing his, a spark of contact. “Have you ever thought about the effect you have, making all that noise?”

His breath hitched, her words a careful dance around her arousal. “Sometimes,” he said, his voice rough, his eyes locked on hers. “Sounds like you’ve thought about it too.”

She nodded, her eyes smoldering, her posture relaxed but deliberate. “Maybe,” she said, her voice a whisper. “It’s hard not to wonder what it’s like to be… part of that energy.” She paused, her fingers grazing his wrist, a fleeting promise. “Maybe one day, we’ll see what kind of spark we can make. Anna’s got her hands full with you, but there’s always a quiet corner.” Her tone was calm, but her eyes held a flicker of challenge, a secret shared in the shadows.

She stepped back, her panties hugging her ass as she turned for the stairs. “Don’t let the night get to you,” she called over her shoulder, her voice a soft tease. “You’ll need your strength.” She climbed the steps, her silhouette fading, leaving Alex hard and restless, the kitchen pulsing with unspoken promises.