Chapter 387: Caught

Mia’s arms locked around his neck the second he pushed in. Her forehead bumped his and stayed there. She breathed through her mouth against his cheek, thighs twitching as he stretched her open. She bit the inside of her cheek hard and kept her eyes shut, listening for any sound from the hallway.

His hands slid down her back. He didn’t move. Just stayed buried, hips still, giving her time. A soft wet sound came from between them when her pussy clenched around him. She flinched and pressed her face harder into his neck.

"Shhh." Barely a breath against her mouth. His palm settled low on her back. "I’ve got you."

She nodded, shaky, and opened her knees wider on the mattress. The shift pulled him deeper. Her breath caught. She swallowed the sound that almost got out and dug her nails into his shoulders.

He stayed still. Buried deep, not moving. Her walls fluttered around his cock, tight and already dripping. She tried to keep quiet. A small, broken sound still slipped out. She pressed her face into his neck to muffle it.

"Lucas..." Her voice cracked. "It’s been so long."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw. "I know." His lips stayed there. "I missed you."

She lifted her hips and sank back down. Just that much. His cock dragged inside her and she jerked. A sound almost escaped. She slapped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide, and kept moving ~ small rolls that made the mattress creak under them.

Lucas caught her wrist and pulled her hand down. He kissed her instead, mouth covering hers while she rocked. Every time she dropped, her pussy squeezed him. Wet enough that it ran down his cock and onto his stomach. She shook on the next grind.

"Fuck," he said against her mouth. "You’re soaked."

She nodded, hips catching. "Every night. I couldn’t~" Her breath hitched. "Stop thinking about it."

His hands tightened on her waist and held her still. She tried to push down harder. He didn’t let her. Her thighs shook. Then it hit ~ wetness flooding around his cock in a sudden rush. She gasped into his mouth and locked up, body jerking. She bit his shoulder hard to stay quiet, shaking while he stayed buried and didn’t move.

He kissed the mark she left. "Easy. Not yet."

When the shaking eased she stayed on him, breathing hard, still dripping. She tried to move again, small tired rolls of her hips. Her thighs were already burning. She braced her hands on his chest, hips stuttering, a low "ahh~" slipping out before she could catch it.

Lucas sat up under her. His mouth found her breast. He sucked the nipple hard, tongue flicking, then switched to the other one. She jolted, pussy clenching tight around him. Another moan tried to get free. She bit her lip. He kept sucking, one hand squeezing the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers while she rocked weakly on his cock.

"Fuck," she breathed, voice thin. "Lucas~"

He pulled off her nipple with a soft wet pop. His hips lifted once, slow, burying himself deeper. She gasped. Then it hit again. Wetness gushed around his cock, sudden and hot, soaking his stomach and the sheets underneath. She locked up, body jerking, a broken moan slipping out before she slapped a hand over her own mouth. She shook through it, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing and squirting while he stayed deep and sucked her breast again, harder this time.

When the shaking eased she sagged against him, breathing hard. Too tired to keep riding properly.

He squeezed both breasts, thumbs brushing the wet nipples, then eased her up. His cock slipped out with a slick sound. She whined at the loss. He kissed her, mouth covering hers, tasting the little sounds she was still making. Then he shifted them. Knees on the mattress. He pulled her up with him, left arm hooked under her, dragging her higher so she was half-kneeling, half-held against his chest. He lined up and lunged in ~ one long, deep push that buried his cock to the hilt. The wet sound was louder this time. She jerked and moaned into his mouth.

He didn’t stop. Left hand gripping her hip, dragging her back onto him with every thrust. Right hand stayed on her breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple while he fucked her. Slow at first, then harder lunges that made her tits bounce in his hand. He leaned in and sucked the other one again, teeth grazing, tongue working the nipple while his cock plunged in and out. Wet. Deep. Each time he bottomed out she made a noise ~ soft "ah~ah~fuck~" that she tried to swallow and couldn’t quite.

She was still dripping. Slick running down her thighs, coating his cock, the sound of it filthy every time he lunged back in. She pushed back to meet him even though her legs were shaking, mouth open against his, trying not to moan too loud while he sucked her breast and fucked her steady in the dark.

His thrusts stayed controlled but deeper now, hips rolling so the head of his cock dragged against the spot that made her thighs jump. She clutched his shoulders, forehead pressed to his, breath coming in short broken bursts. Every time he bottomed out her pussy clenched and more wetness spilled around him, soaking the sheets between their knees.

"Quiet," he whispered against her mouth, but his own voice was rough.

She nodded, then immediately broke the promise with another soft cry when he slammed in harder. Her nails dug into his back. He kept one hand on her hip and the other on her breast, thumb rubbing the swollen nipple while he fucked her in a steady rhythm that made the bedframe complain under them.

Mia’s whole body was shaking again. She tried to bury the sounds in his neck, but every deep stroke dragged another one out of her. Her pussy was so wet the sound of him moving inside her filled the room ~ thick, slick, unmistakable. She came again without warning, walls clamping down hard, more fluid spilling around his cock as she jerked and bit down on his shoulder to stay silent.

He held her through it, still buried deep, still sucking lightly at her breast until the worst of the shaking passed. Then he started moving again, slower this time, long strokes that made her whimper every time he filled her completely.

Across the hall, Debbie still could not sleep.

She had made the rule. Now she was the one regretting it, blaming herself in the dark and still unable to understand what had come over her when she said it out loud. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling, eyes shutting, then opening again. Sleep would not come. Every quiet stretch of the house pulled her mind straight back to Lucas. She had told them to leave him alone. Rest. Separate rooms. No business tonight.

And she was the one who needed him.

She rolled over, pressed her face into the pillow, and slipped a hand between her legs. Two fingers, slow, careful. It did almost nothing. Wet enough, but empty. Her body already knew what it wanted, and her own hand was not it.

She pulled her fingers away, sat up, and listened.

The hallway was silent.

She stood, crossed the room on bare feet, and opened her door with a slow turn of the handle. The latch barely clicked. She stepped out, closed it behind her, and moved down the hall on the balls of her feet, staying close to the wall.

Near his door a soft sound reached her. Low. Muffled. A short breath. The faint shift of a mattress. Something wet.

Debbie stopped.

The noise was coming from his room.

She told herself it could be anything. Him turning in his sleep. The bed. Anything else. She still moved closer until she was right in front of the door. The sounds were clearer now. Soft. Rhythmic. A woman’s quiet broken noise someone was trying hard to keep down.

Her hand settled on the handle.

She told herself she was only checking.

She turned it and pushed the door open just enough to see.

The room was dim, but not dark enough.

Lucas had Mia half-held against him, one arm under her, the other gripping her hip. He was driving into her in deep, steady lunges. The wet sound of it was unmistakable. Her nightwear was gone. Her breasts moved with every thrust. Her face was pressed toward his shoulder, trying to stay quiet and failing every time he bottomed out.

Debbie stood in the doorway and stopped breathing.

For a second nobody noticed her.

Then Lucas turned his head.

Mia followed a beat later.

Both of them froze mid-motion, still joined, staring at the woman who had ordered separate rooms standing in the open doorway with her hand still on the handle.