Chase me

We didn’t speak in the car. Maya sat in the passenger seat of my dark-blue sedan, legs crossed, skirt still rumpled from the bathroom cubicle.

Her fingers traced slow circles on my thigh the whole drive, nails scraping denim just hard enough to keep my cock half-hard and aching against my zipper. The city lights smeared past the windows like wet paint.

Every red light felt like torture. I kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles white, because if I touched her again I wasn’t sure we’d make it out of the parking garage.

I lived four floors up in the old grey building directly across from theirs. I’d chosen it on purpose years ago. Now that choice felt like a loaded gun on the nightstand.

We slipped through the lobby like ghosts. No elevator small talk.

The second my apartment door clicked shut behind us, she shoved me against it. Her mouth crashed into mine hot, urgent, tasting faintly of the wine from dinner and the salt of my own skin.

I kicked the door closed with my heel and walked her backward, hands already yanking her blouse open. Buttons pinged across the hardwood.

Her bra was black lace, nipples dark and tight underneath. I palmed one breast, thumb dragging over the stiff peak, and she moaned into my mouth like she’d been starving for it.

“Bedroom,” I rasped, but she shook her head, fingers already working my belt.

“Here. Now.”

I didn’t argue. I spun her, bent her over the back of the couch, and shoved her skirt up to her waist.

No panties, she’d left them in the restaurant cubicle. Her pussy was still slick from earlier, swollen, glistening under the low lamp light. I dragged two fingers through her folds, spreading her open, and she pushed back against my hand with a sharp little gasp.

“Fuck me, Kliner. Don’t be gentle.”

I freed my cock…thick, flushed dark, still wet from her mouth and lined up.

One thrust and I was buried to the hilt. She cried out, hands fisting the couch cushions.

I fucked her hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Every stroke dragged along her walls, her heat gripping me so tight my vision blurred. She reached back, nails digging into my thigh, urging me deeper.

“Harder!! yes,right there!”

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back. Her ass bounced against me with every thrust.

I slid a hand around to rub her clit in tight circles and she came with a broken sob, pussy pulsing around my cock like it was trying to milk me dry. I followed seconds later, groaning her name as I spilled deep inside her, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

We barely caught our breath before round two started on the kitchen counter. Then the shower. By the time we finally collapsed into my bed, the sheets were wrecked and my thighs burned.

But the telescope was something I wanted to hide from her.

The second we’d stepped inside earlier, my stomach had dropped. It sat right by the window, matte black, high-powered, lens aimed straight at their master bedroom across the street.

The curtains were open just enough that the city glow would’ve caught the metal if she’d looked. While she was kicking off her heels and laughing about how reckless we were, I’d grabbed a throw blanket off the armchair, draped it over the whole damn thing like it was just some random lamp, and steered her toward the couch before she could ask.

Now, in the dark, with her asleep beside me, the covered shape loomed like a guilty secret. I stared at it for a long minute, heart thudding.

If she ever found out I’d been watching her stretch in the mornings, pour coffee barefoot, peel off her clothes after long days… I’d lose her before I even had her or worse, Carlos would find out first because apparently she tells her beloved husband everything.

I pushed the thought down and pulled her closer. Her bare back pressed against my chest, ass nestled against my softening cock. She smelled like sex and jasmine. I fell asleep with my face in her hair.

Morning light hit the blinds and painted stripes across her skin. I woke to the feeling of warm, wet heat sliding down my cock.

Maya was straddling me, knees planted on either side of my hips, sinking down inch by inch.

Her hair was a wild mess, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She was already soaked, our mixed cum from last night making everything slick and obscene.

She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her clit against my pelvis each time she took me to the hilt.

“Morning,” she whispered, voice husky.

Her hands braced on my chest as she lifted and dropped again, taking every thick inch. The wet sound of her pussy swallowing me filled the quiet room.

I groaned, hands flying to her waist.

“Jesus, Maya.”

She smiled, wicked and sleepy, and leaned down to kiss me. Her tits brushed my chest, nipples hard little points. I thrust up to meet her, fucking her from below while she rode me.

The bed creaked in rhythm. I could feel her getting wetter, hear the filthy little gasps each time I bottomed out. She sat up straighter, hands behind her head, riding me like she owned every second of it. Her breasts bounced, skin flushed pink down to her collarbones.

I sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her back, and took a nipple into my mouth.

I sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough. She cried out, hips stuttering. I slid my other hand between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing fast and firm.

“Come on me,” I growled against her skin.

“Let me feel you fall apart.”

She did…hard. Her pussy clamped down, fluttering and squeezing as she came with a sharp, broken moan.

Her thighs shook. I felt every pulse, every ripple, and it dragged me over with her. I buried my face between her breasts and came in thick, hot spurts, filling her again while she kept grinding through the aftershocks.

We stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard. Sweat cooled on our skin and her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.

After a minute she lifted off me with a soft, wet sound that made my spent cock twitch. Cum trickled down her thigh as she rolled to the side and stretched like a cat.

I glanced at the window. The blanket still covered the telescope. She hadn’t noticed. Not yet.

She caught me looking and followed my gaze.

“What’s under there?” she asked, voice light, curious.

My pulse spiked.

“Old lamp, it's really ugly as hell. I keep meaning to toss it.”

She laughed softly and crawled back into my arms, kissing the corner of my mouth.

“You’re a terrible liar, Kliner.”

Her hand slid down my stomach, fingers wrapping around my softening cock, stroking it back to life with lazy pulls.

“Especially the ones that end up with me in your bed.”

I kissed her deep, tasting the faint salt of us on her tongue, and rolled her under me again.

Her legs parted instantly. I pushed back inside her, slow this time, savoring the slick heat, the way she gasped when I bottomed out. We moved together like we had all the time in the world.

Outside, cars honked. Somewhere across the street, my brother was probably waking up alone in their empty bed, wondering where his perfect wife had disappeared to.

Inside, Maya moaned my name like it was the only one that mattered, nails dragging down my back, heels digging into my ass as she pulled me deeper.

I didn’t care about the telescope anymore.

Not right then.

Not while she was clenching around me again, whispering,

“Don’t stop… fuck, just like that…”

I gave her everything I had.