She kept tugging on his belt like a leash, leading him step by step down the hallway until her back hit the bedroom door.
The second it clicked shut behind them she spun around, pressing her whole body against his chest and claiming his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue slid past his lips while her fingers worked his belt open with quick, practiced tugs.
Jey’s hands roamed lower, cupping her and lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her the last few feet to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress. She landed with a soft bounce, already kicking off her lower body wear while he yanked his t-shirt over his head. His skin was warm, the muscles of his back flexing smoothly as he climbed over her.
She reached for his jeans the moment they were unbuttoned, shoving them down his hips along with his briefs. He sprang free, already hard and heavy.
She wrapped her fingers around the thick length and gave it one slow stroke from base to tip, thumb circling the head to spread the bead of precum already leaking there.
Jey groaned, hips jerking forward into her fist. He hooked his fingers into her panties and dragged them down her thighs, tossing them aside.
Two thick fingers slid straight between her folds, parting her down lips and sinking into her wet heat. She gasped, thighs falling open wider as he pushed them in and out, curling them against that sensitive spot inside her.
"Bam, you’re soaked," he muttered, pulling his fingers free only to replace them with the blunt head of his shaft. He rubbed the tip up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness before pushing forward. Inch by inch he sank into her, stretching her open until his hips met hers and he was buried inside.
She moaned loud and shameless, nails digging into his shoulders. Jey started thrusting, slow and deep at first, then faster, the bed creaking under them. Every stroke dragged his shaft almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room.
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, squeezing him to pull him deeper.
He leaned down, sucking one of her nips while his hand slid between their bodies to rub tight circles over her lower lips. It clenched around him, fluttering as her orgasm built fast and hard. She came with a sharp cry, back arching off the mattress, walls pulsing around his shaft.
Jey kept fucking her through it, pace growing rougher until his own release hit. He buried himself deep one last time and came hard, throbbing as he pumped thickly inside her. He stayed there, forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing heavy while his release slowly leaked out around his softening length.
After a moment he pulled out carefully and flopped onto his back beside her. She rolled onto her side, draping one leg over his thigh, fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.
"Wow," she murmured with a satisfied little smile.
Barely ten minutes passed...
Jey lay there catching his breath, when her hand slid lower again. Her fingers wrapped around him, still slick from their first round, and gave it a slow, deliberate stroke. He twitched in her grip, already starting to swell again.
"Round two?" she whispered. She threw one leg over his hips and straddled him, grinding her soaked part along the length of his hardening shaft. The head dragged over her clit with every roll of her hips, smearing their mixed release between them.
Jey grabbed her waist, thumbs digging into her skin as she herself lifted up, lined him up, and sank down in one smooth motion. She swallowed him all the way down to the root, tight and wet and still fluttering from her last orgasm. She moaned, her head tipping back, and started riding him hard, lifting almost all the way off before slamming back down.
He thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, the bedframe knocking against the wall with every bounce. Her tits bounced with the motion, he reached up and squeezed one, pinching the nips until she gasped and clenched ferociously around him.
She leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, and fucked herself on his rod faster, chasing another peak. Jey met her thrust for thrust, sweat-slick skin sliding together, the room thick with the smell of sex. Her second orgasm hit sudden and sharp, she cried out, pulsing and gushing around him, thighs shaking as she kept grinding through it.
Jey flipped them without pulling out, pinning her beneath him again. He drove into her with short, powerful strokes, chasing his own release. She wrapped her legs high around his waist, pulling him deeper yet again with every thrust.
He was right on the edge when the shout cut through the thin walls.
"Hey! What’s going on in there! Keep it down, you woke me up!"
His mother’s voice carried clearly down the hallway. Jey froze mid-thrust, buried deep inside her, both of them panting. A second later her walls fluttered around him again, and the sudden squeeze pushed him over the cliff. He came with a choked groan, pumping another thick load into her while the shout she made still echoed outside the door.
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh, and clenched around him again on purpose. "Think she heard that last one?" she whispered, then clenched a third to wring him dry.
Jey crumpled forward and lay on her, chest to chest. He was still firmly rooted inside though.
Both of them basked in the silence, trying to remember the last time it felt this good, then they exclaimed simultaneously, "Fuck."
After months stressed by Linda’s hospital situation, both of them working hard, then Billy resurfaced. It had been quite a while since they last...connected in such an amazing manner.
"Whoof."
"Whoof." Heard outside their door.
And apparently Billy too couldn’t sleep.