Yes

She found a rhythm.

Her lips slid down the length of him, slow at first, savoring the way his hips shifted against the far side of the wall. The shaft pulsed in her mouth, thickening, twitching with every pass of her tongue. She could feel his restraint fraying—his knees probably locked, fists braced against tile, the weight of his body held back by nothing but sheer will.

Her hand gripped tight at the base, stroking in time with her mouth. Each downward glide pushed more of him past her lips, until the head brushed the back of her throat. She eased into it. Didn’t gag. Just breathed through her nose, jaw loose, tongue flat beneath him.

She drew back with a slow, wet suck.

Then took him again, deeper.

His breath hissed out—shaky, strangled. “Oh fuck…”

The voice was younger than Jason’s. Warmer. ****.

From the other side: silence. Except for the faintest shifting feet, someone whispering, someone cursing under their breath in disbelief.

Emily tightened her lips and twisted her wrist, doubling the pressure. Her pace quickened slightly. Not frantic—purposeful. Confident.

This wasn’t about teasing.

Her cheeks hollowed with every draw, saliva slicking the shaft as she bobbed her head in slow, measured thrusts. Each time she pulled back, she let her tongue drag along the underside. Each time she plunged forward, she took him deeper.

He hit the back of her throat and twitched hard.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna—”

His words cut off.

Emily didn’t stop.

She pressed deeper, mouth full, nose nearly brushing the wall. Her throat worked around him as he came, hot and sudden, pulsing deep. He jerked in her mouth, groaning aloud, unable to muffle it.

She held him there, swallowing slowly, her hand still gripping the base.

Then she pulled back—lips sliding free with a slick pop.

A single string of saliva clung from her lip to the tip of his softening cock.

It twitched once more. Then slowly, it slipped back through the hole and disappeared.

Silence again. Just the ticking of the clock. The sound of distant birds outside.

Then:

“Holy shit,” one of them whispered.

Emily stood slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest rose and fell under the damp sports bra. Her nipples were still stiff, pressed tight against the fabric, her body humming with heat and a satisfaction that went deeper than the physical.

She glanced once more at the hole.