Natalie gives in to listening

…She’d stopped trying to drown them out, no longer feeling a need to ignore them, since they didn’t seem to be concerned about making noise.

And then she slid her hand just a little lower.

Her fingers grazed over smooth skin, then dipped down, keeping the contact featherlight at first. She was already warm, already far more wet than she’d expected. The friction sent a shiver spiraling up her spine. Letting her legs shift wider, her hips tilted to meet her touch. Her breath was shallow, chest rising and falling in short breaths.

From the other side of the wall there was a soft, feminine gasp followed by a rough, groan she instantly recognized. Aiden.

Natalie’s fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, matching the cadence she heard. The girl whimpered again in high-pitched desperation, and Aiden’s voice followed in a low murmur she couldn’t quite make out, but it was enough just hearing the tone.

Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parting as she rolled her hips against her hand. And then, in a brief moment of sobriety, it hit her.

The walls. That first night. She and Lisa had been tipsy, tangled in the sheets, trying to keep their giggles and kisses muffled. She’d assumed they'd been quiet enough and that Aiden wouldn’t have heard. Wouldn’t have known. But now… hearing every moan, every slick sound coming from his room, she knew better.

Of course he’d heard them.

Her stomach flipped, arousal deepening at the thought. He’d been right there. Just like she was now. Listening. Imagining.

Was he repulsed by the idea of them together? Did it… excite him? Had he touched himself the way she was touching herself now?

The memory flared hotter now of Lisa on top of her, their bodies tangled, with Natalie gasping into Lisa as she came. It was a moment of private intimacy between them they hadn’t shared in a while, but now? Now it felt exposed as she experienced Aiden’s moment as he had theirs. And if she could hear every moan coming from his room tonight… Then he’d heard everything that night too.

The idea of it made her hand move faster, with slippery fingers, causing her thighs to tremble.

Then the phone buzzed again.

You still awake?

She blinked down at the screen. Her busy hand didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

Matt was still here waiting for her to respond to him.

She hovered over the camera roll, and could hear her heart thudding as her thumb slid back to the photo she’d taken moments ago. Looking at the picture, she could see her skin glowing with the shirt pushed up and thighs parted just enough to suggest everything without actually showing too much.

The thought of him looking at her, right now, in this state, struck a nerve. She sent it. No caption or context. Just the image.

Her pulse jumped and the heat flooded her chest, cheeks, and core. Because now he’d see her in a way he never had and he’d know what kind of head space she was in.

Still the sounds kept coming. Aiden’s voice, was low compared to the girl’s high-pitched moan trailing after it. The mattress creaked in synch with the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin.

Natalie’s body arched, her fingers moving faster and more ****. Her hand trembled when her thighs began closing in as she worked herself closer. The arousal wasn’t just a subtle throb anymore. It was sharp and insistent, demanding her attention.

Matt was with her now, watching through the picture.

Aiden was with her too, without even knowing it. The noises from his room driving her arousal more than Matt who had been the initial catalyst of her evening on the couch.

**********

Kim had finally started to find her rhythm.

Her hips rocked in smoother motions now, less tentative. The stretch was still there, he could feel it every time she dropped down onto him, but her body had clearly begun to adjust to the pressure. She let out a shaky moan as she began to ride him harder.

“Fuck,” she gasped, bouncing slightly, hands back on his chest. “See, I told you I could take it. I just needed a minute. I’m the small package good things cum in,” she finished with a wink, looking down at him grinning.

Aiden groaned, his fingers digging into her waist again, setting her pace. He couldn’t get over the contrast of how small she was, how easily his hands wrapped around her. Watching his cock disappear into her narrow body over and over again made something primal tighten in his gut.

Then she reached up, sweat-slick and wild-eyed, and twisted her hair into two messy little buns on either side of her head.

The move should’ve been playful, but it hit him hard. She was clearly into the moment.

“Give it to me, daddy” she moaned, out of nowhere. “Make me take it all.”

Aiden’s mind stalled for a second. He hadn’t expected that. The way her voice pitched, high, and a little theatrical, it was almost cartoonish. She was playing herself up now, leaning into it, sounding like one of the girls from his late-night anime queue.

It didn’t turn him off, but it threw him. Just enough to make him blink, lips parted, trying to recenter himself as she rode him harder.

Her petite ass slapped against his thighs now with each thrust. The sound filled the room, matched by the breathless urgency in her voice.

“Yes, please, daddy, more.”

Hearing her call him daddy was unexpectedly arousing. The word on her tongue like that made him growl, bucking up into her hard enough to make her gasp again. She rode it out, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open. He’d seen girls say it in porn, even seen anime that dipped into this theme, but it’d never really done anything for him. But now… experiencing it personally, having someone call him “daddy,” it was completely different.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Just like that, daddy. Yes, yes, right there.”

Aiden’s grip slipped lower, gripping the curve of her ass, holding her in place as he started bucking up into her faster, harder, until the bed shook beneath them.

Everything else, every thought, every voice, faded. Even if only for a moment.

**********

Natalie’s hand didn’t stop.

The moment she sent the photo, something inside her shifted. There was no hesitation anymore, the need was immediate and overwhelming. The idea of Matt seeing her like that for the first time, skin flushed, shirt lifted, thighs parted, sent a sharp thrill through her body.

She hadn’t intended to go this far with him tonight. But the wine was warm in her limbs, the sounds from down the hall were getting louder, and her body had already crossed that line.

Her hand was still teasing herself, pressing against the damp cotton of her panties, and her breath catching at the contact. The friction sparked something sharp and urgent inside her. It wasn’t enough.

Her hands moved under the hem of her shirt, hooked the waistband, and tugged her panties down. The motion was a little slow, not quite believing she was doing it. She pushed them past her feet and let them drop to the floor beside the bed, then leaned back into the pillows, legs easing apart again.

Now there was nothing in the way, allowing her fingers to find their target more easily this time. She was slick, throbbing, and already aching for more. She moaned under her breath as she circled her clit, hips lifting into the motion, the wet sounds from the other room syncing with her own.

Aiden’s bed was creaking steadily. The girl’s moans were getting higher, faster. And then she heard something new.

“Give it to me, daddy. Make me take it all.”

The line jolted her, seemingly coming out of nowhere. Natalie froze, her heart kicking hard against her ribs. The girl went there, clear as anything. No buildup that Natalie had heard. Just confirmation she could take him all, then right to calling him daddy. It made everything inside Natalie clench.

God. He was really in what had been her guestroom, having a good night, fucking that girl. Right now.

Her phone buzzed. She jumped slightly from being pulled out of the moment.

Jesus. You’re so fucking hot.

Matt.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow, quick bursts. One photo, that’s all she’d sent. But now he’d seen it and he knew exactly what kind of state she was in and he clearly liked it.

Another message came in just as her hand slipped lower again.

Are you touching yourself right now?

She didn’t answer. Her fingers were soaked, her thighs trembling, the tension winding tighter with every stroke.

Matt was looking at her picture. Aiden was in the next room. The girl was still moaning daddy through the wall, louder now, more frequently, completely lost in her own moment.

And Natalie was alone in the dark chasing something she couldn’t stop. The pressure surged through her, causing the muscles to tense. Her body arched and then she came. It was hard, fast, and silent with her mouth open in a silent whimper. Her legs locked around her own hand as the orgasm crashed through her in waves.

She dropped back into the bed, spent and flushed, hearing her pulse thrumming in her ears. Every inch of her skin seemed like it was humming.

But through the wall, the sounds hadn’t stopped. If anything, they were only getting louder. And her hand hadn’t stopped either, only eased up.

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