Bella

The dim hallway of Anna’s shared house was thick with the haze of the drinking party, the air still pulsing from the wild dances that had left Alex’s cock throbbing—Anna’s drunken grinding, Bella’s glittery tease, Chloe’s sultry twerk, Dana’s fierce seduction. Anna lay passed out in her bed, her black mini-dress a tangled mess, her snores soft, her cuckqueen fetish dormant. Alex’s jeans strained against his erection, his body wired from the flatmates’ relentless temptation, their silver, red, and leather partywear seared into his mind. He’d just tucked Anna in when a voice sliced through the shadows, low and teasing: “Looks like she’s out cold, Alex. No action for you tonight, huh?”

Alex’s head snapped to the door, his cock twitching, his pulse racing. Bella stood there, her blonde hair cascading, her silver party dress glittering, the short hem barely covering her thighs, her full tits straining against the fabric, her nipples hard and visible. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curled in a coy smirk, her vanilla scent flooding his senses. Downstairs, Chloe and Dana were passed out on the couch, their bodies limp, their red and leather dresses askew, the living room a graveyard of shot glasses and lust. Bella leaned against the doorframe, her hip cocked, her dress riding up to flash her black lace panties, her pussy’s outline faint but tantalizing. “Just you and me now,” she purred, her voice a velvet taunt, her fingers trailing along her neckline, dipping toward her cleavage.

Alex’s throat tightened, his cock throbbing, his fantasies of fucking Bella in her bedroom—Anna oblivious—roaring back. Her dance had been a torment, her ass grinding his crotch, her wetness soaking his thigh, her moans a promise. “What are you doing, Bella?” he rasped, stepping closer, the hallway shrinking, the risk of Anna waking or the others stirring heightening his pulse.

She laughed softly, her fingers brushing his chest, her nails teasing through his shirt, her touch electric. “Checking on you,” she murmured, her lips inches from his, her breath warm. “You were so fucking hard when we danced, Alex. Felt that cock pressing into me. Bet it’s aching now, with Anna useless and the others out cold.” Her hand slid lower, grazing his abs, stopping above his jeans, her eyes locked on his, daring him. Her dress slipped higher, her panties fully visible, the lace clinging to her pussy, a damp spot betraying her arousal.

Alex’s breath hitched, precum soaking his briefs, his mind flashing to his fantasy—pinning Bella to her bed, her pussy gripping his cock, her moans muffled. “Everyone’s passed out, but Anna’s right there,” he muttered, glancing at the bedroom door, his voice a mix of warning and want, his hands flexing, itching to grab her.

Bella’s smirk widened, her fingers dipping to his waistband, her nails brushing the skin above his cock, a featherlight tease. “Anna’s not waking up, Alex. And Chloe and Dana? They’re dead to the world. It’s just us… for now.” She pressed closer, her tits against his chest, her pussy’s heat radiating through her dress, her thigh brushing his cock, the friction maddening. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me, you know. Want me to tell you how?”

His cock pulsed, her words stoking his fire. “Go on,” he growled, his voice low, stepping closer, her vanilla scent overwhelming, his fantasies colliding with her offer.

Bella’s eyes gleamed, her fingers tracing her thigh, lifting her dress, exposing her panties. “I want you in my room, Alex, door locked, Anna asleep next door. You’d rip this dress off, shove me on my bed, spread my legs wide. I’d be so fucking wet, my pussy dripping for your cock. You’d fuck me hard, your hands on my tits, squeezing my nipples, my moans loud but just for you. I’d ride you, my ass bouncing, your cock so deep I’d scream, but I’d bite my lip to keep it secret. You’d cum inside me, fill my pussy, make me shake, all while Anna dreams.” She moaned softly, her fingers slipping into her panties, brushing her clit, her body trembling, her fantasy raw.

Alex’s cock ached, his jeans painfully tight, her words painting a vivid image—her pussy clenching his cock, her tits in his hands, Anna oblivious. “Fuck, Bella,” he rasped, his hand grabbing her wrist, stopping her fingers, his grip tight, his eyes burning into hers. “You’re out of control.”

She giggled, her free hand sliding to her panties, her fingers glistening with her juices. “Am I? Or do you want it too? Have you thought about fucking me, Alex? Be honest, I know you’ve pictured my pussy.” Her eyes flicked to his cock, bulging, her tongue wetting her lips, her body arching, offering herself.

Alex’s breath caught, his fantasies screaming—Bella’s bed, her moans, her cum-soaked pussy—but he dodged, his voice rough. “You’re trouble, Bella. Doesn’t mean I’m saying yes.” His grip tightened, his cock begging, his mind torn between lust and caution.

Bella pouted, her fingers withdrawing, slick, her dress falling back. “Playing coy, huh? I bet you’ve jerked off thinking about me, haven’t you?” She stepped closer, her lips brushing his ear, her whisper hot. “I’m going to my room, Alex. Door’s staying open. Follow me, and I’ll show you how much trouble I can be.” She pulled back, her smirk wicked, her ass swaying as she sauntered down the hall, her silver dress catching the light. She reached her bedroom, leaving the door wide open, her silhouette a taunt as she slipped inside, her panties flashing.

Alex stood frozen, his cock throbbing, his heart pounding, the hallway silent save for Anna’s snores and the faint hum of the party’s aftermath. Bella’s open door was a siren call, her pussy waiting, her moans promised, but Anna’s bed was steps away, Chloe and Dana downstairs, the risk a razor’s edge. Follow her, and he’d cross a line; stay, and he’d burn with want. His cock begged him to move, his mind a war of lust and fear.