Empty house!

Elena's breath hitched. She glanced around, heart pounding. "Mark's taking the guys to the game next Saturday. House to myself. Meet me there?"

He grinned, stealing a quick grope of her ass before stepping back. "Count on it."

Saturday dawned bright, Mark's cheers echoing from the stadium via text updates. Elena spent the morning tidying, nerves electric. By noon, she lounged in lingerie—a sheer black set that cradled her breasts and framed her semi-erect cock, the lace barely containing it. Her phone pinged: Door's unlocked. Hurry.

Alex entered quietly, kicking off his shoes. His gaze devoured her, darkening with lust. "Fuck, you planned this." He crossed the room in strides, hands cupping her face as he kissed her fiercely, teeth nipping her lower lip.

She pushed him toward the couch, urgency overriding patience. "Strip," she commanded, voice husky. He obeyed, shedding clothes to reveal his muscled frame, cock already rigid and leaking at the tip.