Sweet night gives sweet morning!

The movie ended sometime after midnight. Bella and Alex stayed on the couch a little longer in the quiet glow of the paused screen, shoulders still close, neither of them quite ready to break the comfortable silence. Eventually she stood, stretched, and murmured a soft goodnight. He answered the same way, eyes lingering on her for a second longer than usual before she disappeared down the hall to her room.

She fell asleep quickly, the events of the day settling into a warm, heavy fog behind her eyes.

The next morning the house was still. Emily’s door remained shut and her bag was gone, clearly she hadn’t come home from the party. Bella moved quietly through the kitchen, poured herself water, and started down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Alex’s door was open.

She slowed without meaning to. Through the gap she could see him on his bed, back against the headboard, legs spread. He was completely naked. One hand was wrapped tightly around his cock; long, thick, and dark, the shaft already fully hard and glistening at the tip. He stroked himself in slow, deliberate pulls, thumb sweeping over the head on every upstroke. His head was tilted back, eyes half-closed, breathing deep and uneven. The wet sound of his fist moving over the long black shaft filled the quiet room.

Bella froze in the hallway, pulse jumping hard. She stayed just out of the direct line of sight, pressed lightly against the wall, and watched.

Alex’s fist tightened. He stroked faster for a few seconds, the thick length of him disappearing and reappearing in his grip, the head swollen and dark. A low sound escaped his throat. He slowed again, squeezing near the base as if trying to make it last, then resumed the steady rhythm, hips shifting slightly against the mattress.

Bella’s hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts almost without thought. She was already wet. Two fingers slid between her folds, circling her clit in time with the strokes she was watching. She bit her lip hard to stay silent, eyes locked on the way his long black cock flexed and throbbed in his fist. Every wet sound from his bed made her fingers press harder. She rubbed herself in tight, quiet circles, thighs trembling, careful not to make a single noise that would give her away.

Alex’s grew rougher. His hand flew faster over the thick shaft, the head shiny and leaking. Bella matched his pace, fingers slick and urgent now, the sight of him alone enough to push her close. She stayed perfectly still in the hallway shadow, watching him stroke that long dark cock while she quietly worked herself toward the edge, unseen.