The fucking sink was leaking.

But slowly. So it damaged the plaster and the wood floor and the beam.” He blew out a sigh. “By the time it got bad enough to notice… whoosh. Everything had collapsed.”

He put his hands up in the air in exasperation, and I laughed. Then I walked up to him, draped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “So where do you brush your teeth?”

“The sink in the kitchen,” he answered. His mouth moved down my neck, leaving soft kisses, but the soft kisses were swiftly followed by nips from his sharp teeth.

“I missed you,” I said.

“Yeah, three days is too long not seeing you. No more weekend trips for work.”

I pushed my body against his and felt his hard cock press against the cleft of my pussy. My leggings were thin, and I was bare beneath. I took advantage and pressed against him again.

I heard him suck in a breath and then growl roughly. “Take off your clothes.”

That’s when it occurred to me the hole in his bathroom could be an issue for us.

“What if the maintenance guy comes while we’re fucking?”

“The only person coming while we’re fucking is you. Multiple times. And then me,” he said with a sexy smile. He slipped his hand into my leggings, and then he was touching me and my brain was shutting down.

I wriggled in his arms, and he pressed himself to me harder. Then backed me up against the wall and pushed two thick fingers into my cunt.

“No, really,” I said a little breathless. “I’m worried about him coming in while we’re — ”

Cal cut me off with a kiss. His tongue was hot and demanding against mine, and those fingers were now sliding in and out of my pussy and my body was responding.

“No one’s coming. They always leave a notice hanging on the door that says when they’re coming back, and the last one said they’d call. We’re fine.”

“Fine?” I ran my fingers beneath the hem of his tee and felt the flat warmth of his stomach. I dragged my digits a bit lower and traced the outline of his stiff dick through his faded jeans.

“Fine.” Then that was that. He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of sugar. The next thing I knew, he was tossing me onto his bed, where I bounced, gave a little cry, and then settled down because he was peeling my leggings off. He had that look on his face that said he planned to fuck me in every possible way before he was done, and that was exactly what I wanted.

I glanced at the open door of the bedroom and wondered if we’d hear anyone if they showed up and let themselves in. But then Cal dropped to his knees between my spread legs, and his tongue took a swipe across my clit, and my mind went blank. I raised my hips, sighed and shoved my fingers into his hair. I anchored him to my pussy, bucking up to meet his tongue as it started to flick fast and then slow, alternating maddeningly across my swollen nub.

Fuck the doorway. Fuck the workmen. Fuck the worry. We’ll hear them if they show up. No doubt about it.

“I wanted him to see my cunt, and then I wanted him to see Cal take me.”

Cal licked me until I was clutching his hair hard enough to make him grunt. I propelled myself up against his willing mouth and swirling tongue, rocketing toward orgasm like a freight train. He slid his fingers back inside my cunt and hooked them, zeroing in on my G-spot and making my pussy go from wet to drenched.

“You’re a fucking river,” he murmured against my inner thigh. I pushed his head back to my cunt, and his tongue resumed lapping at me even as he chuckled.

He sucked my clit, drawing on it hard and fast, and that was all I needed to tip backward into release. My pussy flexed, and the sweet syrupy pleasure overtook me. I cried out, loud and long, and on the tail end of my sounds I heard another.

I raised my head and glanced out into the hall but saw nothing.

“What’s wrong?”

Cal stood, took off his clothes and dropped them on the floor.

I thought to explain, but then I saw his cock — hard and ready — and realized how much I’d fucking missed him.

“Nothing,” I said. “I’m hearing stuff. Come here.”

I reached for him, and he stepped toward me. I got off the bed and dropped to my knees right there on the red bedroom rug. I jacked his cock with my fist, watching the tip start to leak pre-come. I stuck my tongue out and licked it away, getting a sigh from Cal. Then I did it again. I ran my tongue along his cockhead, tracing the ridges and the tip. His hands wound into my hair and anchored me, and he started to fuck my mouth with long, even thrusts.

I breathed through my nose and did my best to take all of him. The act of inhaling his cock to the root made my cunt clench up around nothing, eager for another release.

That’s when I saw the man in the hall. He peered in around the corner and watched as I sucked Cal. I made a noise, but Cal just took it as a blowjob sound and rocked his hips at an ever-increasing pace.

I noticed the guy had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking himself. My pussy let loose a rush of fluid, and I wondered: What was so bad about letting him watch?

Knowing he was there was doing something for me — to me. I shut my eyes and let my worries go. Let Cal push my mouth further down, so my lips brushed his coarse pubic hair. I breathed and sucked and waited for the moment when Cal decided he was too close to climaxing.

It came soon enough. He pulled from my mouth, laughing. “Jesus. I almost came.”

“I noticed the guy had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking himself.”

My gaze strayed to the doorway, but the maintenance guy had stepped out of sight. If I strained my ears, I swore I could hear the whispering stroke of his hand on his cock. It might have been my imagination — but maybe not.

Cal held out his hand. I took it and stood. Then he propelled me to the bed, fast and hard. I dropped to the mattress and caught the flicker of movement in the doorway. A moan escaped me, and Cal grinned down at me.

“Spread your legs.”

I did. Wantonly. Before he was even close enough to cover or shield me. I wanted our visitor to see how wet and flushed and ready I was. I wanted him to see my cunt, and then I wanted him to see Cal take me.

Cal shoved my knees high, parting me further and exposing me. I shivered and held my breath, hoping to hear the stranger. All I heard was Cal growling as he pushed himself between my thighs and slid into me with one hard thrust.

I moved up to take him, feeling the tip of his hard cock kiss my already tender G-spot. The sudden connection hit me with a jolt of pleasure so big I moaned.

With only a few hard thrusts, I was on the edge once again. Then I heard a subtle intake of air and knew the noise was from our watcher. Cal missed it, but I heard the sound, and the idea that the stranger was getting close to climaxing just from seeing me get close was too much. I came, my orgasm making me tremble and shake.

“Turn me over, turn me over, take me from behind… ” I was babbling, but Cal was on board. He pulled out of me roughly and flipped me easily with one hand. I was able to see the doorway from my position, and I watched the darkness for any sign of movement as Cal parted my thighs and ran his fingers over my drenched folds. He loved to inspect me before he fucked me from behind. He tickled my clit, and I jumped because I was so sensitive. Then he trailed a fingertip up my asscrack and circled my back hole.

I moaned. Not just from the sensation but because I could see the flash of pale flesh in the hallway. The maintenance man was still jerking off, and my goal was that he’d come when I did this time. I wanted him to shoot his load on the colorful rag rug in Cal’s hallway.

When Cal slipped his cock along my drenched slit, I arched my back and moaned. I licked my lips and did my best to see that flesh-colored blur without him knowing I was watching him watching us.

Cal grabbed my hips and plunged into me. I cried out and started to move my body back, impaling myself on his hard cock.

“Baby,” he growled.

“Fuck me,” I said. I held my breath and heard a soft exhalation from the hallway. I reared back to meet every one of Cal’s thrusts, so he was fucking me deep and rough. I reached beneath my body, plucked at my clit, and then started a good rhythm of swirling and rubbing.

I tossed my head back as I came. It was an intense but short burst of pleasure that rocked me to my core. I felt my muscles spasming around his erection.

“Jesus,” Cal said. “That pussy of yours is milking my cock.”

His continuous thrusts and the soft, whispering sounds of a callused hand on a hard cock coming from the hall brought me right back to the beginning. I was on the verge of climaxing once again.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, baby. I’m going to come again. Do that thing you do.”

That’s all I needed to say. Cal moved up close to me. His pelvis was almost constantly in touch with my ass as he thrust into me with short, brutal motions. Every move nudged the tender, needy places deep inside me. He pushed his thumb into my ass and plunged it deep.

I cried up at the ceiling. I wanted to be as vocal as I could for our audience.

Cal fucked my ass with his thumb and my pussy with his cock, and the two in tandem were intoxicating. “Yes, baby, yes!” I exclaimed.

For a split second I forgot about our visitor because another much harder orgasm was shaking me, and then Cal was growling as he came, too. And from the hall I heard a soft exhalation of joy that brought a smile to my face, followed by the scurrying sound of feet retreating.

“Did you hear something?” Cal asked, dropping to the bed beside me.

“I thought maybe, but I guess not,” I said with a small snicker. I’d tell him all about it later. For now, it was my little secret.

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