Grace just can’t help it – the sound of others fucking turns her on uncontrollably.
Grace yawned her way into the house after a late night out with the girls. She flicked on the hall light, shrugged of her coat – and froze.
“No, wait! Lift your bum up. Shove the pillow under here…”
James? She threw a glance at the ceiling. A rush of hot colour flooded her cheeks. He was supposed to be at his mum’s. At least, that’s what he had said when she told him she’d be staying at Danielle’s tonight.
“Yes! That’s it! Now in we go…”
Her eyes narrowed. So he thought the cat was away, did he? Well, the two-timing rat was about to have his playtime ruined. Grace chucked her coat over the bannister and kicked off her shoes. She mounted the stairs, trying not to listen to the bumps and bangs, the squeaking bed, the loud gasps.
“Yes, James! Yes! Don’t stop…”
Never! Grace paused just below the top step. She knew that voice. He’d told her often enough about it, how rich and sexy it was.
So he was living the dream, was he? She shouldn’t be surprised, it was something James had wanted to have another go at ever since he’d split with his ex and moved in with her.
Well, OK. She wouldn’t spoil his fun yet. She would take her time, be cool when she went up to sort him out. It wouldn’t be easy, though. She could already feel herself getting hot, her pulse thudding, a dampness between her thighs.
Fists clenched, Grace headed back down into the kitchen. She picked up the kettle, her thoughts on how she and James had got together last year.
They’d been with a group on a diving holiday in Majorca. Most evenings there was a gathering in one or other of the hotel rooms.
On the last night of the trip the two of them had ended up in his room, sitting on the bed with too much vodka inside them.
“You know, I really fancy you,” he’d sighed, edging closer.
She’d emptied her glass, made to leave. Not that she hadn’t fancied him, too. Far from it. But she’d known about his girlfriend back home.
“Come on, Grace. One more drink,” he’d urged.
“No thanks, James. It’s time I was…”
That was when she’d heard the sound of laughter through the adjoining wall. She’d never realised how much something like that could get to her. She felt herself flush, stammered some nonsense that had nothing to do with anything. Next door, the laughter became a giggle, a murmur, then the thumps and groans had begun. And something inside her snapped.
Suddenly she was out of her shorts, knickers and T-shirt, sitting on the side of the bed, yanking down James’s jeans while he tugged off his shirt. Then there he was, smooth, slim, naked and erect, inches away from her face.
Now the headboard next door was belting a steady rhythm on the adjoining wall. Grace shuddered, felt her own warm juices running down the inside of her thighs. Hurriedly she moistened her lips with her tongue, leaned forwards, and clamped them on the very tip of his rampant cock.
James groaned and plunged his hips towards her. Grace pulled back for a moment, keeping her lips on the same spot, teasing him.
“Stop it,” he whimpered, cupping the back of her head with his hands.
She parted her lips, felt his hardness slip forwards into her mouth, and then the first drops of his nectar on her tongue.
“Wait,” she gurgled, pushing him out. With a deftness that surprised her she had a condom on him and had yanked him down on top of her before he could object.
But it was his turn to surprise her. Instead of leaping straight in he slid slowly down her body, his teeth brushing her hardened nipples on the way, his tongue drawing a wet, wavy line along her stomach to her clit where he spelt out the alphabet. And then he buried his head between her thighs so he could lap at her juices.
It was too much. “Enough. Get back up here,” she yelped, arching her back and thrusting her hips towards him as the banging on the wall behind her accelerated.
“I am… I am.” He plunged into her, she came once, easily. And as their headboard belted out the same rhythm as next door’s, Grace came again, and again, and again.
“I – can’t – hold – on – anymore,” he’d moaned, and had jammed into her with a series of powerful jerks before collapsing onto her, gulping in air.
The kettle clicked off. Grace reached for the coffee jar.
“That’s it, James! Fan-ta-stic.”
She grimaced at the ceiling. It sounded like the volume had been turned up. She may have heard it all before, but it was still getting to her.
“Amazing! Brilliant…”
She bit her lip as she spooned coffee into a mug. What was it James had said out there in Majorca? That his girlfriend was uptight because he’d gone abroad without her. That she hadn’t answered any of his calls.
She’d laughed to hear the old jilted lover story, even if she had been hoping it was true.
Astonishingly, it had been. He’d phoned her needing somewhere to live. She just happened to have a vacant room. Up there. Above her head.
“Now! Faster! Faster…”
Grace lifted the kettle, her hand trembling. Boiling water dribbled down the side of the mug onto the work surface. She concentrated on the laughs she’d just had during her night out with the girls. On her plans for tomorrow. On anything but what was happening in the room above.
“No. This way…”
Enough! Grace dumped the kettle, tossed the spoon into the sink, and dashed out of the kitchen. She took the stairs two at a time, reached the landing as two voices shrieked in unison.
“Oh, yes! Yes!”
She stumbled towards the bedroom, flung open the door.
“Bastard!” she yelled, barging into a room bathed in a dim, flickering light.
James leapt off the bed, naked but for a pair of boxer shorts impersonating a tent. “Grace?”
“You heard me come in, didn’t you? This is deliberate. You were winding me up.”
“No. Why should I? I thought you were staying at Danielle’s.”
“Not enough space,” Grace gasped, tossing her skimpy skirt and saturated knickers to one side. “Well don’t just stand there, get the camera rolling. If you think that’s the best video we’ve made you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
