Follow Bella to the bedroom

Bella eventually pulls back just enough to breathe while still sitting in your lap. She’s flushed, smiling, and looking at you like she’s trying very hard not to completely lose patience with how badly she wants you right now.

You’re probably looking at her the exact same way.

The apartment stays quiet around both of you while the leftover adrenaline from Pulse still hangs heavily in the air. The tiny black dress remains bunched high against her waist from sitting on you, and Bella barely even bothers fixing it anymore. At this point she almost seems resigned to the fact that the thing clearly was not built to survive a full night out.

Instead she laughs softly under her breath before resting her forehead briefly against yours.

“This was supposed to be one drink with my friends,” Bella mutters quietly.

“One drink?” you ask while raising an eyebrow.

Bella grins immediately.

“Okay maybe several,” Bella admits.

You laugh quietly while one of your hands settles more firmly against her waist.

Bella notices immediately.

And her expression changes slightly afterward. She still looks playful and drunk, but there’s something more impatient underneath it now, like the reality of finally being alone together keeps hitting her over and over again every time you touch her.

“You know,” Bella says softly while tracing her fingers slowly across your chest, “you looked really good tonight too.”

You glance up at her.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Bella says quietly. “Especially when you stopped caring people were watching.”

Jesus Christ.

You laugh softly under your breath.

“You definitely didn’t help with that.”

Bella smiles proudly.

“That was kinda the point.”

Then she shifts slightly in your lap again.

And the tiny black dress immediately rides even higher.

This time it bunches high enough around her waist that the black thong underneath becomes fully visible while she’s still sitting directly on top of you.

And fuck.

The moant almost completely short circuits your brain for a second.

The thin black fabric disappears tightly between the soft curves of her ass while smooth tan skin catches underneath the dim apartment lighting. The thong leaves almost nothing hidden, and the way the soft curves press and shift every time she moves against you somehow makes everything worse.

The thong makes her look like she should be walking around a beach somewhere in tiny swimsuit bottoms instead of sitting in your lap right now. The kind that would barely cover anything while people stared every time she walked past.

Bella notices your eyes drop instantly.

Then instead of fixing the dress?

She grinds down into your lap harder this time underneath the quiet glow of the apartment.

And Jesus Christ.

The movement pulls a rough groan out of you before you can stop it. Your head falls back briefly while your hands tighten instinctively against her waist.

Bella lets out a louder breathy moan immediately afterward. And the second she feels your boner underneath her? Her expression changes into something even more smug and impatient.

“Oh my god,” Bella whispers softly while laughing under her breath.

One of your hands slides lower almost without thinking, settling against the curve of her ass over the thin thong while she stays pressed tightly into your lap.

And fuck.

The soft warmth underneath your hand immediately makes it even harder to think straight.

“You seriously can’t help it, huh?” Bella teases quietly.

“You think?”

Bella bites her lip trying not to smile harder while pressing herself more firmly against you again like she’s intentionally trying to get another reaction out of you.

It works immediately.

The expression on her face changes afterward.

More impatient now. More worked up. Like feeling your reaction finally pushes her fully over the edge.

“Okay,” Bella says breathlessly while grabbing your hand. “Bedroom. Now.”

You barely even have time to laugh before she starts pulling you down the hallway.

The whole apartment feels strangely quiet compared to the chaos of Pulse earlier.

No music anymore.

No crowd reactions.

No flashing lights.

Just the sound of both of you laughing quietly every couple steps because neither of you can fully believe how fast tonight escalated.

She walks slightly ahead of you down the hallway, and honestly, it’s almost impossible not to stare. The tight black dress hugs the curves of her waist and hips perfectly while the short hem shifts every time she moves. The soft curves of her ass press tightly against the fabric underneath the dim apartment lighting, and every step makes the dress ride slightly higher again against the backs of her thighs.

She catches you staring again halfway down the hallway.

“You seriously haven’t stopped looking at me since the club,” she says teasingly over her shoulder.

“You seriously haven’t stopped giving me reasons to,” you reply.

She laughs softly while biting her lip slightly.

“Good.”

The second you step into her bedroom, she immediately turns around and pushes lightly against your chest until you fall backward onto the edge of the bed.

Then she climbs onto the bed and undoes your belt quickly before yanking your pants, boxers and shoes off before climbing onto your lap again.

And fuck.

The mattress shifts underneath both of you while she settles fully against you, one arm sliding around your shoulders while she presses closer. The tiny black dress rides immediately back up the second she straddles you, bunching high around her waist again and exposing the black thong underneath completely this time.

The thin fabric hugs tightly between the soft curves of her ass while the rest leaves almost nothing hidden underneath the dim city glow filtering through the curtains. Every stronger movement in your lap makes the curves shift visibly while the thong disappears tightly against smooth skin.

Bella notices your eyes drop instantly.

Then instead of fixing the dress? She pulls her panties to the side, grabs your hard cock snd lines it up with her pussy lips.

“You have no idea how bad, I need to feel this dick right now” she says right before sliding you in and sitting down on it, taking your cock in completely.

She starts moving against you harder underneath the dim city glow filtering through the curtains.

And Jesus Christ.

The immediate rhythm between both of you feels less controlled now. More reckless. More impatient. The mattress starts creaking louder underneath both of you while your hands tighten instinctively against her waist.

The kisses slow down after that. They don’t disappear completely, but the energy changes into something heavier and more intense instead of frantic. The focus shifts toward the feeling of her body pressed against yours while both of you stay tangled together on the edge of the bed underneath the dim apartment lighting.

She keeps moving against you constantly now with the same wild energy she had earlier in the middle of Pulse. Faster rolls of her hips against you. Louder moans every time your hands settle more firmly against her waist and ass. The mattress creaks harder underneath both of you while her fingers stay tangled in the fabric of your shirt like she physically doesn’t want any distance between you.

The sounds she keeps making every time she presses herself harder against you are making it almost impossible to think straight anymore.

After that, the conversation mostly disappears.

The room fills instead with uneven breathing, louder moans, breathless laughs, and occasional groans every time the two of you shift closer again. The tension from the club still lingers underneath everything, but here in the quiet bedroom it feels hotter now. Less controlled. More reckless.

She stays pressed tightly against you while the mattress dips harder underneath both of your weight. One of her hands remains hooked loosely behind your neck while the other slides lazily across your chest and shoulders every few seconds like she physically can’t stop touching you.

The tiny black dress keeps riding higher the more she moves against you, staying bunched around her waist while she keeps grinding impatiently in your lap underneath the dim city glow filtering through the curtains. Every stronger movement earns another louder sound from her, little breathless reactions she clearly isn’t even trying to hold back anymore.

And fuck.

The combination of the quiet apartment, her messy hair, the heat still lingering from the club, and the reckless dance-floor energy still between both of you makes everything feel surreal.

Neither of you seems interested in slowing down.

Not even slightly.

And then somehow she shifts even closer again.

Bella slowly turns around in your lap until her back presses against your chest instead, still fully seated on top of you while the mattress creaks underneath both of your weight.

And fuck.

The position somehow makes you feel like your inside her pussy even deeper.

Her messy hair brush lightly against your jaw while the tiny black dress stays bunched high around her waist, the thong and soft curves of her ass still fully visible underneath the dim bedroom lighting.

She settles back against you more comfortably afterward, one hand sliding up into your hair while the other rests lazily against your leg. The heat from her body presses fully against yours now while both of you stay tangled together in the middle of the messy bed underneath the faint city glow.

Then she starts moving against you again.

Not careful anymore.

Not subtle.

The rhythm turns rougher almost immediately while the mattress creaks harder underneath both of you. Small breathless moans keep slipping from her lips while your hands settle instinctively against her hips again.

The way she keeps moving against you like she never wants the closeness to stop is making it almost impossible to think about anything else.

Bella tilts her head back slightly afterward, messy curls brushing against your shoulder while another louder breathy sound slips from her lips.

Completely relaxed now. Completely comfortable. Still moving against you constantly like she physically can’t stop herself.

Neither can you.

Bella stays settled against you for another few seconds while the quiet apartment wraps around both of you.

Then she laughs softly under her breath again.

Like a thought just hit her.

“You know what this feels like?” she asks quietly.

“What?”

Bella presses herself back against you again before tilting her head slightly back toward your shoulder.

“The club.”

Jesus Christ.

You laugh softly under your breath.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she says softly. “Just quieter.”

And then, almost like the music from Pulse is still stuck somewhere inside her head, Bella starts moving against you differently.

More rhythmic now.

More reckless.

The same wild teasing energy from the dance floor immediately returns while she stays seated in your lap facing away from you. Her hips move harder while the tiny black dress remains bunched high around her waist, and every stronger motion makes the mattress creak underneath both of you.

And fuck.

The resemblance to the club immediately hits you.

The dance floor.

The flashing lights.

The crowd reactions.

Her throwing herself into the music while everybody stared.

Except now it’s just the two of you alone in the quiet bedroom.

Bella laughs breathlessly again after another stronger movement against you.

“Oh my god,” she whispers while shaking her head slightly. “I’m literally dancing on you again.”

“You think?”

Bella grins immediately.

One hand slides back into your hair while she keeps moving against you with the same reckless confidence she had earlier in the middle of Pulse. Faster movements. Harder rhythm. Breathless little laughs every couple seconds like she’s completely lost in the feeling of being close to you again.

It somehow feels even more intense now without the music and crowd around you.

The dim city light glows softly across her skin while her messy curls brush lightly against your shoulder every time she moves. The black thong and soft curves of her hips remain fully visible underneath the bunched-up dress, and the combination of the quiet apartment and the familiar dance floor energy makes the whole moment feel surreal.

You let your hands settle more firmly against her hips again while she keeps moving against you.

Bella immediately reacts to that too.

A louder breath escapes her lips before she laughs quietly under her breath again.

“See?” Bella murmurs softly. “You still react exactly the same.”

“You are literally impossible.”

Bella smiles proudly at that.

Then keeps moving against you anyway.

Fast.

Teasing.

Completely shameless now.

And somewhere between the quiet apartment, the leftover adrenaline from the club, and the way Bella keeps moving in your lap like she never wants the night to end, it becomes very obvious neither of you is sleeping anytime soon.

The mattress creaks softly underneath both of you while Bella keeps rolling her hips back against you with the same confident rhythm she had on the dance floor earlier. Louder moans keep slipping from her lips while one of her hands stays tangled loosely in your hair.

At this point it’s getting impossible to think straight anymore.

You finally let out a long breath before tightening your hands slightly against her hips.

“Okay,” you mutter quietly against her shoulder. “You gotta stop for a second.”

Bella immediately laughs softly under her breath.

“What?” she asks teasingly while still moving slightly against you.

“I’m serious.”

That finally gets her attention.

Bella turns her head slightly toward you with a smug little smile already forming.

“Oh my god,” she whispers while laughing quietly. “That bad?”

“You have no idea.”

Bella bites her lip trying not to smile harder afterward.

Then finally she stops moving for a second and settles back comfortably against your chest instead.

“Fine,” she says softly. “Tiny break.”

You laugh quietly under your breath while leaning your head back briefly.

“Thank you.”

Bella grins immediately.

“You’re struggling not to cum way more than I am right now.”

“That is objectively false.”

Bella laughs louder at that.

Then after only a few quiet seconds pass, she shifts slightly again in your lap almost as if punishing you for your comment,

You instantly narrow your eyes.

“Seriously?”

Bella tries not to laugh.

“I said tiny break.”

And before you can answer again, she starts moving against you once more underneath the dim city glow filtering through the bedroom.

Completely shameless.

Completely teasing.

And judging by the smile on her face afterward?

She knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

After another few stronger movements, you finally laugh quietly under your breath before tightening your hands more firmly against her hips.

“Okay,” you mutter.

Bella immediately smiles wider.

“What?”

“You’re making this impossible.”

“Good,” she says proudly.

Then she shifts against you again just to prove the point.

That finally snaps something in your brain.

You let out another rough breath before your hands slide more firmly against her hips, pushing her forward slightly on the bed until she catches herself on all fours against the mattress.

Bella reacts instantly.

A soft surprised laugh escapes her lips while messy curls fall forward over her shoulders underneath the dim bedroom light.

And fuck.

The change in energy is immediate.

Bella glances back over her shoulder afterward, still smiling, but this time there’s something more curious underneath it too. Less teasing now. More anticipation.

“Oh?” she says softly.

“You really don’t know when to stop, huh?”

Bella bites her lip trying not to smile harder.

“Nope.”

The mattress creaks quietly underneath both of you while the city lights glow faintly through the curtains and the tension between you somehow keeps building instead of fading.

She stays there on all fours for another second afterward, messy curls falling over her shoulders while the tiny black dress remains pushed high around her waist.

The sight of her in doggy almost completely destroys your ability to think straight.

Bella glances back over her shoulder again after noticing how quiet you suddenly got.

“What?” she asks teasingly.

“You are ridiculously sexy”

Bella laughs softly under her breath.

“Is that why you liked me on the dance floor.”

“What do you think?”

Bella grins immediately.

Then, almost like she can’t help herself, she starts moving against you again.

Not careful anymore.

Not subtle anymore.

Just the same reckless teasing energy from the club earlier returning all over again.

And fuck.

The resemblance hits immediately.

The stronger movements of her hips.

The playful confidence.

The way she keeps laughing softly every time she feels your reaction behind her.

Except now it’s happening in the quiet glow of her bedroom instead of the middle of Pulse surrounded by flashing lights and screaming crowds.

Bella lets out another louder moan while moving against you again underneath the dim city light filtering through the curtains.

“Oh my god,” she whispers while laughing quietly. “This is literally the club all over again.”

“Just quieter,” you mutter.

Bella smiles wider at that.

Then keeps moving anyway.

The tiny black dress stays bunched around her waist while the black thong and soft curves of her hips remain visible underneath the dim lighting. Every harder movement makes the mattress creak loudly while your hands stay settled more firmly against her hips now.

The stronger rhythm somehow feels even more intense than the club did.

No music anymore.

No crowd reactions.

No distractions.

Just Bella moving against you in the middle of the messy bed while both of you laugh quietly every few seconds because neither of you can fully believe where the night ended up.

At one point the rhythm between both of you changes slightly.

You shift forward instinctively against her once.

And Bella immediately reacts by pushing herself back against you at the exact same moment.

The movement pulls a louder breath from both of you instantly.

And fuck.

After that she keeps doing it.

Every time you move slightly forward, Bella bucks herself back against you again underneath the dim city glow, almost like she’s chasing the feeling now without even thinking about it anymore.

Stronger movements.

Faster rhythm.

Completely shameless.

Bella lets out another breathy laugh afterward while her hands grip lightly against the sheets beneath her.

“Oh my god,” she moans loudly.

The mattress creaks softly underneath both of you while her messy curls fall forward over her shoulders again. The tiny black dress remains pushed high around her waist while the black thong and soft curves of her hips shift visibly every time she moves back against you again.

The combination of the quiet apartment and the familiar dance floor energy makes the whole thing feel surreal.

Bella glances back over her shoulder afterward with flushed cheeks and a dangerous little smile.

“You’re reacting exactly the same as the club,” she teases softly.

“You are literally doing the same thing.”

Bella laughs immediately.

“Fair.”

Then she presses herself back against you once more anyway.

Completely shameless.

Completely playful.

Still clearly loving every second of the reaction she’s getting out of you.

And somewhere between the quiet city glow, the leftover adrenaline from Pulse, and Bella moving against you like she never wants the night to stop, it becomes impossible to tell where the dance floor energy ended and this started.

She keeps moving against you for another few moments, louder little moans slipping from her lips underneath the quiet apartment air while your hands stay firm against her hips.

Then suddenly she pushes herself back harder once.

And the reaction is immediate.

A loud breathy moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, echoing softly through the otherwise silent bedroom while her head drops forward slightly afterward.

For half a second she just freezes there as you feel her pussy tighten and pulse around your shaft. It all now feels slightly wetter.

Then immediately starts laughing quietly under her breath from embarrassment.

“Oh my god,” Bella mutters while covering part of her face with one hand.

You laugh softly too.

“You good?”

Bella nods instantly while still moaning.

“Mhm.”

Then she glances back over her shoulder at you again with flushed cheeks and a grin she’s very obviously trying to hide.

“That was your fault.”

“You literally did it.”

“You were encouraging it.”

“I don’t think that’s how orgasms works.”

Bella laughs harder at that.

The mattress creaks softly underneath both of you while the moment settles back into something playful again instead of overwhelming. Bella stays comfortably against you afterward, still moving constantly every few seconds like she physically cannot sit still anymore.

Watching her go from teasing confidence to laughing embarrassment and then right back again somehow makes the whole night feel even hotter.

Bella eventually settles back against your chest once more with another quiet moan.

Still smiling.

Still flushed.

Still completely enjoying herself.

And judging by the way she keeps shifting back against you every few seconds afterward?

She clearly has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

The room goes briefly quiet except for both of you breathing harder than before.

Then teasingly, Bella starts moving against you again.

Not just her hips this time.

Small playful shakes and little jiggling motions that travel through the soft curves of her ass while she stays in doggy facing away from you with your hard cock still inside her. The movements are stronger now, almost reckless, and every tiny motion underneath the black thong immediately pulls another reaction out of you.

And fuck.

She knows it too.

A rough groan escapes you louder this time and before you can stop it, you start pumping her pussy with your load, as your head falls briefly back against the mattress. One of your hands tightens harder against her hip instinctively as another breath leaves your chest unevenly underneath the quiet apartment air.

Bella immediately laughs breathlessly afterward.

“Oh my god,” Bella laughs quietly. “THAT got you?”

“You are actually evil.”

Bella grins immediately.

And instead of stopping?

She keeps going through the entire conversation.

Tiny playful shakes.

Harder teasing movements back against you every few seconds.

Enough to make the soft curves under the thong shift visibly underneath the dim bedroom lighting while the mattress creaks beneath both of you.

The fact she’s clearly doing it on purpose makes it even worse.

“You’re literally still doing it,” you mutter while laughing under your breath.

Bella laughs harder immediately.

“Mhm.”

Another playful little shake against you afterward.

“You’re impossible.”

Bella keeps smiling to herself while continuing the rough teasing movements feeling you pulsate inside her.

“You’re reacting exactly how I wanted.”

“That is not helping your case.”

“Good.”

The room stays quiet except for soft laughter, uneven breathing, and the faint creaking of the mattress while Bella keeps moving teasingly in your lap like she physically can’t help herself anymore.

Somewhere along the way the whole thing stopped feeling purely reckless.

The teasing is still there.

The attraction is still overwhelming.

But underneath all of it now is something softer too.

Comfort.

Bella eventually slows down slightly afterward, getting on her knees to lean comfortably back against your chest while her fingers absentmindedly play with your hand resting on her waist. When she does so your softening cock covered in both your juices, slips out of her, causing your cum to start dripping down her inner thigh.

“You know,” Bella says softly after a quiet moment, “I think I needed this more than I realized.”

The honesty in her voice catches you slightly off guard.

Not because it feels dramatic.

Because it feels real.

You stay quiet for a second before nodding slightly.

“Yeah,” you admit softly. “Me too.”

Bella tilts her head back slightly against your shoulder afterward.

Not teasing now.

Not trying to get a reaction.

Just honest.

“Kinda weird how one random night can completely change your mood,” Bella murmurs quietly.

You laugh softly under your breath.

“Your version of fixing your mood was throwing ass in the middle of a nightclub.”

Bella instantly bursts out laughing again.

“Oh my GOD.”

“You literally had people recording you.”

“And you still walked over.”

“Obviously.”

Bella smiles to herself afterward while the teasing energy slowly settles back into something softer again.

The room stays quiet for another few moments while she absentmindedly wiggles herself lightly back against you underneath the dim city glow.

Then suddenly she laughs quietly again like another thought just hit her.

“Oh my god,” Bella says while turning slightly toward you. “Do you still want that video?”

You immediately laugh.

“Yes.”

Bella grins proudly.

“I knew you were gonna say that.”

She reaches blindly across the bed for her phone before unlocking it and scrolling for a second while still leaning comfortably back against your chest.

Then your phone buzzes beside you on the mattress.

Bella smiles smugly afterward.

“There,” she says proudly. “Now you have evidence.”

You open the video immediately.

And instantly regret it.

Because somehow it looks even crazier from somebody else’s perspective.

The flashing lights.

The crowd screaming.

Bella dancing against you in the middle of the packed dance floor while people completely lost their minds around both of you.

“Oh my god,” you mutter while laughing under your breath.

Bella immediately covers part of her face laughing too.

“We look SO HOT.”

“Your ass was fully out for everyone to see.”

Bella groans dramatically.

“Shut UPPP.”

You keep watching the video while laughing quietly.

The fact the night somehow escalated from that chaotic dance floor video to both of you tangled together in the middle of her bed right now still doesn’t fully feel real.

Bella eventually settles comfortably back against you again afterward while the quiet apartment wraps softly around both of you.

Completely relaxed now.

Completely comfortable.

Neither of you seems ready for the night to end yet.

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FINAL SCORES

Confidence:

99/100

Intoxication:

34/100

Attraction:

100/100

Emotional Connection:

35/100

ENDING 1:

Hookup with Bella, the Party Girl

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