Morning Heat

Sunlight sliced through the curtains of Anna’s bedroom, casting golden slivers across the rumpled sheets where Alex lay, his body heavy with the weight of a restless night. The air carried a faint trace of Anna’s floral perfume, tinged with the stale musk of last night’s drinking party, its wild dances still pulsing faintly in his veins. His dreams had been a chaotic swirl of guilt and lust, haunted by the secret betrayal, how he’d fucked one of Anna’s flatmates behind her back, the kinky intensity of her whispered demands searing his mind, her pussy clenching as he promised to keep their affair hidden. Anna had been passed out, her snores faint, oblivious to the cum-soaked sin unfolding under her roof, her roommate’s body a forbidden thrill, their pact a weight he carried into the morning. He’d barely slept, Anna’s warmth beside him a jarring contrast to the illicit heat of the night, his cock stirring at the memory of the roommate’s dripping pussy and their dangerous vow.

Alex stirred, his eyes fluttering open, a low groan escaping as a warm, wet sensation enveloped his cock, pulling him from the haze of sleep. His hips twitched instinctively, pleasure sparking through his groin, and he blinked, disoriented, to find Anna’s auburn hair cascading over his lap, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, sucking slow and deep. Her tongue swirled along the underside, teasing the sensitive ridge, her mouth a scorching haven, soft moans vibrating against him. She was naked, her pale skin glowing in the morning light, curves soft and inviting, breasts pressed against his thighs, nipples grazing his skin. Her green eyes flicked up, catching his, glinting with mischievous hunger, lips stretching as she took him deeper, gagging softly, spit trailing down his cock, pooling at the base, her hand stroking gently, fingers slick with her saliva.

“Fuck, Anna,” Alex gasped, his voice rough with sleep and arousal, hands fisting the sheets, hips bucking slightly, cock throbbing in her mouth. She hummed, the vibration sending a jolt through him, her lips sliding up, releasing his cock with a wet pop, her hand continuing to stroke, slick with spit, her smile teasing as she licked her lips, tasting him. “Good morning, baby,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, crawling up his body, her breasts dragging against his skin, nipples hard, her pussy brushing his thigh, leaving a faint trail of wetness. “You were so hard, I couldn’t resist waking you up like this.” She kissed his jaw, nipping lightly with her teeth, her hand still stroking his cock, slow and deliberate, her fingers squeezing just enough to make him groan.

His cock ached, the guilt of last night’s betrayal—so kinky, promising to continue in secret—clashing with the raw pleasure of Anna’s mouth, her touch, her body pressed against him. “You’re… incredible,” he muttered, his hands sliding to her hips, pulling her closer, her pussy’s heat radiating, her moan soft as she ground against him, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss, tongue probing, tasting of him and her own sweet warmth. She deepened the kiss, her hand guiding his cock, rubbing the head against her pussy lips, teasing without entering, her wetness coating him, her moans growing needier. “I want you to cum,” she whispered, breaking the kiss, sliding back down, her lips wrapping around his cock again, sucking harder, her tongue swirling, throat relaxing to take him deep, gagging, eyes watering, her hunger fierce and unrelenting.

Alex’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm, his hips thrusting gently, cock sliding in and out, her moans vibrating, spit dripping, her pussy grinding against his leg, leaving slick trails. The memory of the roommate’s kinky whispers, her cum-soaked pussy, flashed through his mind, guilt gnawing, but Anna’s mouth overwhelmed his senses, her lips tight, tongue relentless, sucking, licking, gagging, her fingers cupping his balls, squeezing lightly, driving him to the edge. “Anna, I’m… fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking, cock swelling, her moan urging him on, throat opening, taking him deeper, nose brushing his pubes, gagging, eyes locked on his, pleading. His orgasm crashed over him, cock erupting, thick, hot cum flooding her mouth, her moan triumphant, swallowing every drop, lips milking him, throat working, fingers stroking, draining him completely.

She pulled back, lips glistening, licking residual cum from her lips, crawling up beside him, breasts swaying, body flushed, green eyes gleaming, smile smug. “You taste so good, baby,” she purred, curling next to him, her body warm, pussy pressed against his hip, smearing slickness, hand resting on his chest, tracing lazy circles. Alex panted, cock softening, guilt surging, his betrayal—fucking a roommate, the kinky intensity, the secret promise—lurking beneath the surface, but Anna’s warmth, her oblivious affection, soothed and tormented him. “You’re… something else,” he rasped, his arm wrapping around her, pulling her close, her auburn hair tickling his shoulder, her scent grounding him, heart racing.

Anna giggled, nuzzling his neck, her lips brushing his skin. “Last night was crazy, wasn’t it?” she murmured, her voice soft, fingers trailing lower, brushing his abs. “I don’t remember much after those shots. It’s all a blur. Tell me what happened, Alex, fill me in.” Her tone was curious, innocent, unaware of the sins after her blackout. Alex swallowed, throat tight, choosing his words carefully, sticking to the dances, the only safe truth. “Yeah, it got wild,” he started, his voice steady, hand stroking her back, her skin warm and soft. “You were the star early on, dancing with me, grinding like crazy, your dress riding up, driving me nuts.”

She laughed, pressing closer, her pussy warm against his hip, hand resting on his chest, fingers still. “I remember that,” she said, her voice playful, “felt so hot with you, but then… nothing. Too many shots, I guess. What else? You danced with my roommates, right? Bella, Chloe, Dana?” Her question was light, but his pulse spiked, memories of Bella’s flirty sway, Chloe’s bold twerk, Dana’s intense moves flashing, his secret betrayal buried deep. “Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat, “after you passed out, they kept the party going. Bella was first, her silver dress sparkling, moving all playful, teasing, you know how she is.” He kept it vague, omitting Bella’s ass grinding his cock, the kinky heat of their encounter.

Anna hummed, her hand sliding lower, brushing his hip, pussy shifting, warmth spreading. “Bella’s such a flirt,” she giggled, “bet she loved that. What about Chloe?” Alex’s mind flicked to Chloe’s red dress, her sultry moves, the kinky whispers of another moment, guilt gnawing, but he focused on the dance. “Chloe was next, bold as hell, her red dress slit high, moving like she owned the place, teasing me, keeping me guessing,” he said, his voice steady, hand on her waist, her pussy pressing harder, a faint slickness against his skin. “Sounds hot,” Anna murmured, her voice huskier, fingers grazing his thigh, pussy grinding subtly, warmth growing.

“And Dana?” she asked, her tone curious, hand still, pussy’s heat intensifying. Alex swallowed, Dana’s leather dress, fierce moves, guilt sharp. “Dana was intense, her leather dress tight, moving like a predator, kept me on my toes,” he said, omitting her ass against his cock. Anna moaned softly, her pussy grinding, hand sliding to her thigh, fingers brushing her clit, a soft gasp escaping. “Fuck, that sounds so hot,” she whispered, her voice thick, fingers circling her clit, pussy wetter, slick against his hip, her arousal spiking as he described the dances.

Alex’s cock stirred, guilt clashing with arousal, noticing her fingers, her pussy’s heat, her breaths quickening. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, hand on her waist, feeling her hips rock, fingers moving faster, clit swollen, pussy dripping, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. “Yeah,” she gasped, fingers circling, pussy grinding, “hearing about those dances, so sexy, got me worked up.” Her voice was needy, fingers plunging into her pussy, two deep, pumping, juices slick, moans soft, body trembling. “And… I had a dirty dream last night,” she whispered, eyes locked on his, fingers slowing, clit throbbing, pussy leaking, voice a sultry confession, leaving the dream’s details hanging, a mystery that sent a chill through him, tension thick, unspoken desires simmering.