Dinner is over

We sat in the living room after dinner, Jeff on the couch with Ariana tucked against his side, me in the armchair nursing a beer I didn't really want. The conversation dragged on about classes and campus food and some band Jeff wanted to see. Ariana kept her hand on Jeff's thigh but her eyes kept drifting to me. Every time our gazes met I felt the memory of her legs locked around my waist, her pussy gripping my cock while I pounded into her.

I waited for a lull. Jeff started explaining some assignment and I stood up. "I'm beat. Heading to bed."

"Night, man," Jeff said without looking up.

I walked down the short hallway to my room and closed the door behind me. The second I kicked off my shoes I heard footsteps. The door opened again before I could turn around.

Ariana slipped inside and shut it quietly. She didn't say a word. Her hands went straight to the hem of her crop top and she pulled it up, freeing her tits. They spilled out, nipples already hard, the same tits I'd sucked on while I fucked her a week ago.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered.

She stepped closer, letting the top stay bunched above her breasts. "You remember how I felt around your cock?"

I stared at her exposed chest, the way her tits moved with each breath. My dick was already getting hard. "Jeff's right down the hall."

"Then you better be quiet," she said, reaching for my belt. Her fingers worked fast, unbuckling, unzipping, pulling my cock out. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked once, twice, feeling it stiffen in her grip.

I grabbed her waist and spun her around, pushing her back against the door. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive skin while my hand shoved her skirt up. She wasn't wearing panties. My fingers slid between her legs and found her already wet, pussy lips slick and ready.

She bit her lip to stay quiet as I pushed two fingers inside her. Her hips rocked against my hand, taking my fingers deeper while her tits pressed against my face. I could smell her arousal, hear the wet sound of my fingers fucking in and out of her.

"Fuck me," she breathed. "Right now."

I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist just like before. My cock found her entrance and I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. She gasped and clenched around me, her pussy hot and tight. I started fucking her against the door, each thrust making her tits bounce back and forth.

The door rattled with every thrust. I could hear Jeff's voice from the living room, still talking, completely unaware that his girlfriend was getting fucked ten feet away.

Ariana's pussy squeezed around my cock as she came, her whole body shaking. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. When I felt myself getting close I pulled out and set her down, pushing her to her knees.

She opened her mouth and I shoved my cock between her lips. She sucked hard, tasting herself on me, and I came down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed every drop, then licked my cock clean before tucking it back into my pants.

She stood up, pulled her top down over her tits, and smoothed her skirt. Without a word she opened the door and slipped back into the hallway, leaving me standing there with the taste of her still on my tongue and the sound of Jeff's voice drifting down the hall.