Natalie hears them

Kim was laughing against his neck with her legs tangled in his sheets, and her bare foot sliding up the back of his calf. His hands were already under her top, and she was letting his fingertips skate along her ribs as she leaned in for another kiss. It was sloppy, with her teeth grazing his lip.

Aiden grinned against her mouth, hips tensing when she suddenly palmed him through his boxers. Her hand was small, moving fast, as it explored him.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” Kim blurted, loudly.

The words were out with no regard for the volume.

Aiden froze for a half-second, biting his lip as her mouth moved to his neck, trying to pull his attention back. The music on his speaker hummed low from the nightstand, doing little to mask the creak of the mattress.

He hadn’t closed the door all the way earlier, leaving Natalie to be the one to do it. She did it quietly, without comment as a quick act as she passed by. He’d have to be more aware next time. He would be more careful. But even as Kim shifted, moving above him, and her hair brushed his chest with her grip tightening around him, his mind drifted somewhere else unintentionally.

To Natalie in the hallway, wrapped in her robe. Then to her stretching absently as she reached for the cupboard, naturally going from there to yoga pants painted to her thighs. The way the fabric hugged her every curve when she leaned forward. The shape of her waist and the flush on her face when she caught him looking.

He exhaled hard through his nose, forcing the memory down, and pulled Kim into another kiss, rougher this time. Kim rocked against him with a breathless laugh, her fingers curling tighter as she stroked him through the soft material.

“Jesus, Aiden- how are you this big?” she gasped, louder now, still no attempt to hold back.

He gave a shaky groan, arching his neck as her mouth found his collarbone. “You keep saying that like it’s a problem,” he muttered.

She giggled. “It might be, but there’s only one way to find out.”

With each movement, the mattress springs protested, a creak accompanying the slide of his boxers to midthigh and her hand finding more skin to touch.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this all night,” she breathed against his throat. “From the minute I saw you.”

Aiden’s fingers dug into her hips, dragging her closer. “Then shut up and do it.”

She gave a mischievous hum and pulled back. Her lips brushed his chest as she began to slide down his body. Tugging his boxers the rest of the way off, she tossed them to the side without ceremony.

He barely had time to exhale before he felt her mouth on him. Taking him in with a greedy slurp that made his stomach clench, she moaned around him, the sound muffled but unmistakably filthy. Another slick glide, then a soft gag as she pushed too far on purpose, laughing breathlessly before diving back in.

Slurping. Moaning. The steady bob of her head against his thighs, and wet sounds growing louder as she worked him with both mouth and hands. There was no shame in her eagerness.

And no way anyone nearby wasn’t hearing it. He knew from personal experience how sound carried here, but he was to wound up to care.

The wine had settled into her limbs, as her body stretched out across the bed in a loose sprawl. One leg was bent slightly, the other straight. Her toes were curled against the sheet. The TV was on, but the volume was muted, leaving just light flickering through the room, yet she hadn’t looked at it in minutes.

Her phone rested unlocked beside her, with the screen glowing. She hadn’t replied to Matt’s last text yet.

She took another slow sip of wine, swallowing, savoring the way it made her body feel. Feeling just buzzed enough to let her drift without questioning where her mind was going.

Then it came.

"Fuck, you’re huge!"

The voice carried straight through the door and there was no mistaking it. It was a high and delighted pitch, practically giddy with awe.

Natalie’s brows lifted slightly as she stared at the ceiling. Her other hand slid along her thigh without thinking, letting her fingertips brush the skin just beneath the hem of her shirt.

Huge.

She repeated the word in her head once, maybe twice, unable to stop herself from wondering what that meant to her. To a girl who sounded that young. Had she barely seen anything? Could she be impressed by average?

Or had she been around enough to know when something deserved that reaction? Maybe she was just trying to flatter Aiden.

Natalie didn’t even realize she’d spread her legs a little more until the hem of her shirt shifted, brushing the very top of her thigh.

Her phone buzzed again bringing her back to the moment to pick it up.

Still thinking about sending that pic? Or are you just teasing me now.

A smile curved at her lips. She liked this side of Matt that was being a little forward tonight in a way that made her feel a little challenged by him. He was being a bit pushy, and pushy often pushed her to test her boundaries.

She lifted the phone, read the text again, and let her eyes trail lower down her body.

The sounds from Aiden’s room hadn’t stopped. The wet gagging and quiet groan making its way into her space. Another slurp, followed by a soft, encouraging moan from the girl, whoever she was.

Natalie’s fingers moved across her stomach now, circling her navel, before drifting lower without intention at first. Her head tipped to the side and she picked up the phone to read the message again. She could feel her heartbeat picking up.

The sounds from down the hall continued, faint, but distinct. More moans accompanying the slick, wet rhythm. The low hum of approval from Aiden, followed by another gasp from the giggling girl.

Natalie’s breathing deepened. Her fingers circling lower still, the warmth between her legs matching the heat in her cheeks. She opened the camera on her phone, and adjusted slightly, before looking down at herself.

The light in the room was soft giving her skin had a warm glow. Her thighs parted just enough and she lifted her shirt a little more, framing the curve of her hip. She took the photo.

Still didn’t send it, but she laid there assessing how she looked in the picture.

The sounds from the other room were still going, filling the silence between the beats of her heart. 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.

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