They were fools to keep pushing it. But neither of them could stop.
Days later, it happened again. Tessa found Ethan in the hallway, her eyes already dark with hunger. She barely let him close the door to his room before her hands were under his shirt, nails scraping over his stomach.
"I can't wait anymore," she whispered, voice wrecked, mouth brushing his ear. "I need you. Right now."
He grabbed her waist, spun her, slammed her back against the door. Her gasp was sharp, needy, her thighs already spreading to pull him closer.
"You're so fucking wet already, aren't you?" he growled, hand sliding under her skirt. When he found her slick and hot, she let out a tiny helpless moan that made his cock throb painfully.
"Yes... oh god yes... please, Ethan, don't tease me. Just take me."
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He didn't need telling twice. He tugged her panties aside and pushed into her hard enough to knock the breath from both of them. Her head hit the door with a soft thud, eyes flying wide as her hands clawed at his shoulders.
"You're mine," he rasped against her neck. "No matter who else is in this house. No matter if he walks by right now. You're still going to take every inch."
Her moan was soft, choked, her whole body trembling. "Yes... always yours..."
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He fucked her against the door, slow grinding thrusts that pushed so deep her breath hitched with every move. Her legs shook around his hips, tiny gasps slipping out between broken whimpers.
Then it happened. The knob behind her back twisted.
The door cracked open an inch.
They both froze. Ethan's heart slammed so hard he thought it might stop. His father's voice was right there. "Tessa? You in here?"
Her eyes went wide, mouth dropping open in a tiny, shocked sob. He clamped a hand over her lips, still buried deep inside her.
"Y-yeah," she croaked, voice muffled by his hand, trembling so hard her nails dug into his arms. "I—I was just grabbing something from Ethan's room."
The door paused, open just enough that if his father leaned in an inch more, he'd see her pinned there, Ethan's pants half down, his cock still buried inside her soaking wet heat.
His father's voice came again, closer. "Is everything okay? You sound out of breath."
Tessa made a tiny strangled noise, tears welling in her eyes. Ethan kept his hand tight over her mouth, grinding into her slowly just to watch her eyes roll back.
"Everything's fine," she squeaked under his palm. "Just a little dizzy. I'll be right out."
A long pause. Then the door clicked shut again.
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The second it closed fully, Tessa collapsed against him with a choked sob. Her whole body shook, her pussy fluttering so desperately around him that he nearly lost it.
"That was close," he rasped, breath hot against her ear. "You almost let him see you like this. Stuffed full of me."
She moaned behind his hand, hips rocking helplessly. "I didn't care... I wanted it... oh god, Ethan, I wanted him to see how good you make me feel."
"Fuck," he groaned, thrusting into her again. Her body jolted, tiny cries muffled by his palm. "You're such a dirty thing. You'd ruin everything for this. For me."
"Yes... yes, please don't stop..."
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He started moving again, faster, harder, chasing the high. Her soft cries grew more desperate, body locking up tight. She came with a strangled sob against his hand, her walls squeezing him so sweetly he followed her over the edge a heartbeat later.
They slumped together against the door, shaking, breath mixing.
When he finally let go of her mouth, she pressed trembling kisses to his jaw, whispering, "We're going to get caught one day."
He pulled back enough to look into her dazed, tear-wet eyes. "Maybe that's what we both want."
She shivered, a wrecked little smile curling at her lips. "Then keep ruining me, Ethan. Until there's nothing left to hide."
And he knew he would. Over and over again.