Jamie hovered over her, cock sheathed and throbbing, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

He was nervous. She could see it.

“Go slow,” Nina said, voice soft but firm. “I want to feel every inch.”

He nodded, jaw tight, and guided himself forward. The head of his cock pressed against her slick, aching entrance. He paused, exhaling.

Then he pushed.

Nina gasped as he filled her, inch by careful inch, his cock thick, pulsing, stretching her open again. She was still sensitive from her orgasm, and the feeling of him inside her was raw and electric.

Jamie’s hands trembled where they gripped the mattress beside her ribs. “F-fuck, you feel so good.”

She reached up, cupped his cheek. “Breathe, Jamie. You’re doing perfect.”

He started to move.

Slow thrusts at first, awkward, but sweet. His eyes stayed locked on hers, searching her face like he needed to see her approval.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered.

“You’re so deep,” she groaned, legs wrapping around his waist.

He kept going, hips finding rhythm, bodies meeting with soft wet sounds. His strokes were earnest, careful, but he was getting the hang of it. Learning how to rock his hips instead of just thrust, how to grind a little when her breath caught under him.

“You feel so good,” he murmured.

“You feel better,” she shot back, lifting her hips to meet him. “Keep going, baby. Just like that.”

He moaned and picked up the pace a little, starting to lose himself in the heat of it, her legs wrapped around him, her nails dragging lightly down his back, her pussy gripping him with every push.

Nina leaned up, lips brushing his ear. “You want to make me come again?”

“Yes,” he gasped, hips stuttering. “Yes, fuck, please tell me how.”

She smiled.

“You’ll learn, sweetheart. One thrust at a time.”

Jamie’s hips moved steadily now, no longer hesitant, still a little rough, but with a sincerity that made Nina’s breath catch.

His eyes flicking between her breasts, her lips, her face. His hands slid up her sides, clumsy but reverent, as if he thought she might vanish if he held too tightly.

“Faster, baby,” she whispered, her nails grazing the back of his neck. “You can go harder. I can take it.”

He groaned, deep and surprised at himself, as his hips snapped forward just a bit rougher. “That’s it,” she gasped, legs tightening around him. “That’s what I want.”

Jamie started to thrust harder now, deeper, grinding his pelvis against hers, a low, instinctual rhythm starting to take over. His jaw was clenched, his muscles trembling, sweat starting to slick his back.

“You feel so fucking good,” he panted.

“Shh,” she whispered, pulling him into a kiss. Their mouths met, hungry, messy, and she moaned into him as he rocked his hips faster, deeper, more confidently.

Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly.

“I can feel you throbbing inside me,” she gasped. “You’re so hard, Jamie. Are you gonna last?”

“I want to,” he groaned. “I want to make you come again. I think I can last after cumming earlier.”

She smiled, even as her thighs started to tremble. “Then keep fucking me just like that.”

He nodded, breathless, hips slamming into her with purpose now, flesh on flesh, slick and filthy and so good.

And they stayed like that, locked together, sweat-slicked and panting, fucking harder, deeper, closer.

But she wanted more.

So did he.

“Move me,” she gasped, lips brushing his ear. “Take me to the edge.”

He blinked, dazed. “What?”

She smirked, kissed his jaw. “Edge of the bed. I want you to fuck me while you’re standing.”

Without a word, he slid out, slow, reluctant, and stood, hands gently gripping her thighs. She let him guide her down the bed until her hips hit the edge of the mattress, her legs falling open again, glistening and wet.

She looked up at him, flushed, wrecked, but grinning. “Now show me what you’ve learned.”

Jamie stepped between her legs, gripped the base of his cock, and lined himself up again. One look at her, sprawled, ready, watching him with that same sharp hunger, and he nearly came just from that.

He pressed in slowly.

Then deeper.

Nina moaned, head tipping back. “Yes. Right there.”

The new angle was intense. He could see everything: the way she took him, how wet she was, how her body swallowed him whole.

He grabbed her thighs, pulled her closer, and began to thrust. The bed creaked. Skin met skin with a slick, rhythmic smack. Her breasts bounced with each motion as he started to lose himself.

She looked up at him, breathless. “God, Jamie, yes, fuck me, don’t hold back.”

He gripped her hips tighter, driving into her with increasing force, lips parted, jaw tight.

Her moans turned to cries. They were past words now, just need, sound, motion.

Jamie gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts coming faster now, driven by instinct, hunger, and the addictive sound of her body taking him over and over.

The way she looked at him, flushed, hair messy, it was seared into his brain. But it was her breasts that had him teetering.

They bounced with every thrust, her nipples hard, her chest rising and falling as he drove into her. He couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop fucking her.

Nina saw his eyes locked there.

“Like what you see, baby?” she panted, breath catching with each deep thrust.

He groaned, nodding. “So fucking much.”

“Yeah?” she gasped. “You’re doing so well. So deep, fuck, Jamie, yes!”

But as he struggled to find that perfect rhythm, hips slamming, sweat dripping from his brow, she pushed against him, one sudden shove to his chest.

He stumbled back, caught off guard, and she followed him with a grin, hand on his chest as she guided him down.

Onto the floor.

Flat on his back.

“What are you doing?” he started, breathless.

“Shh,” she said, straddling his hips, gripping the base of his cock, lining him back up with one smooth motion.

“Time to show you how it’s done.”

She sank down onto him with a slow, sinuous roll of her hips.

Jamie’s eyes flew wide, a helpless moan spilling from his lips as she engulfed him again.

Nina eased down onto him slowly, her heat swallowing him once again. Jamie’s head tipped back with a low, broken groan.

She started slowly again with a slow grind, rolling her hips in a figure-eight that made his breath catch and his fingers twitch against the floor. Her thighs flexed, her core tightening as she worked him with a rhythm far more practiced than anything he’d managed.

Jamie stared up at her, mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on the movement of her body, the way her hips moved like water, smooth and relentless. Every grind dragged his cock against the deepest part of her.

His eyes trailed to her breasts again, bouncing gently with every rise and fall, her nipples flushed, her chest glistening with sweat. He was transfixed. Awestruck.

She caught him looking and smirked. He wasn’t sure but it seemed like she started moving in a way that made her breasts bounce even more.

She picked up speed, riding him now, working herself on his cock with confident, practiced motions, slamming down just hard enough to make him gasp, then grinding slowly again until he whimpered.

“God, Nina, I’m so close!”

“Me too,” she gasped. “Yes, fuck!”

Rattle.

The doorknob turned.

A quick knock.

Jamie’s eyes snapped wide open.

So did hers.

Shit.

They froze.

A click, a key in the lock. The unmistakable sound of the key turning.

Jamie sat up fast, Nina still clinging to him, his cock still inside her.

“Fuck, it’s Elliot!” he hissed.

She looked over her shoulder toward the door. “Clothes. Now.”

They moved like lightning.

Nina pulled off with a wet gasp, scrambling for the nearest pile of clothes, but it was too late. No time. She dove for Jamie’s bed instead, slipping under the covers just as the doorhandle jiggled.

Jamie threw himself onto the bed above her, scrambling under the covers. His heart was pounding out of his chest.

From beneath the blanket, Nina’s hand slid over his thigh, squeezing once, teasing, reassuring, or maybe just as panicked as he was.

“Jamie? You home?” Elliot called as he entered.

Jamie swallowed hard.

Nina, hidden under the covers, muffled a quiet, breathless laugh.

Elliot stepped in, dropping his bag near the dresser and shooting Jamie a curious look.

“You called me? And texted, like, three times?” he asked, pulling off his hoodie.

Jamie cleared his throat, trying desperately to look casual. “Uh, yeah. Just wanted to check where you were.”

Elliot squinted at him, one eyebrow raised. “Why?”

Jamie hesitated a beat too long.

Then taking a risk, “I… kinda have a girl over.”

Elliot blinked.

Then broke into a grin. “No shit? You?”

Jamie shot him a look. “Yeah, man. Thought I’d check you would be out before anything happened.”

Elliot tossed his hoodie on the chair and laughed. “Dude. It’s about time.”

Jamie nodded quickly. “So you're going back out?”

Elliot kicked off his shoes. “Nah, plans changed. But don’t worry, I’ll put on my headphones, close my eyes, pretend it’s not happening. It’s nothing I haven’t put you through.”

Jamie gave a tight smile. “Appreciate it.” trying hard with his voice to convey that yep it was exactly the same. This was no different to Elliot bringing a guy back. This was just a girl from uni. He wasn't sure how convincing he was in conveying that subtext, but it seemed to work. 

Elliot grabbed his noise-cancelling headphones, slipped them on, and the faint green glow of the power light lit up. He flopped into bed and turned off the lamp.

“Whoever she is, tell her hi in the morning,” he mumbled, already halfway to sleep.

Silence settled.

Until Jamie felt a slow movement under the covers. Fingertips trailing up his thigh.

Still hidden, still silent Nina’s hand was curling around his cock again, stroking him softly, slowly. Her breath warm against his stomach.

Jamie bit his lip, eyes wide in the dark, staring at the green glow across the room. Elliot’s back was turned. His headphones were on.

Jamie lay still on his side, barely breathing, heart hammering in his chest. Nina’s body pressed back into his. She reached behind her, guided him with the same slow confidence she’d carried all night.

She guided him between her legs from behind and before he knew it, he was sliding inside.

A slow, careful push, muffled only by her breath catching in her throat.

Jamie bit back a moan, his hand gripping her waist as she pulled him in deeper. Her heat wrapped around him, tight and welcoming, still slick and pulsing from earlier.

They lay still for a moment, joined and pressed together beneath the blanket, both of them holding their breath as they listened.

Across the room, Elliot shifted in his bed. A rustle of sheets.

Jamie didn’t move.

The glow on his headphones stayed steady.

Nina turned her head slightly, her mouth brushing Jamie’s cheek. “Slow,” she whispered, barely audible. “Stay deep.”

Jamie nodded, pressing his forehead to her shoulder.

And then they began to move.

Tiny thrusts. Hips grinding in slow rhythm. The sound of slick skin and shallow breath hidden under layers of fabric.

Nina’s fingers found his, tangled with them, squeezing tight every time he bottomed out.

Her body rocked back into his, her breath catching every few seconds, teeth grazing her bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

Jamie’s hips moved in that slow, aching rhythm, buried deep inside Nina, her body curled against his under the covers. Something about it felt different.

He couldn’t explain it. She felt warmer. Softer. Like every nerve in his cock was suddenly dialled up, more sensation, more depth, more everything.

His breath fell against the back of her neck. Her skin was damp, hair clinging to her shoulders. He kissed her there, trying not to groan as her body squeezed around him again.

“God,” he whispered. “You feel... incredible.”

Nina didn’t answer just reached back to grab his thigh and pull him tighter.

He moved deeper. Slower. Lost in the heat of her, the slick friction that felt almost too good to believe.

And for a flicker of a moment, he thought: Is it possible she’s wetter than before?

He pushed the thought aside.

Focused instead on how her body wrapped around him like it needed him there, every movement drawing him in, holding him, milking him.

He didn’t know why it felt different, but he wasn’t going to complain.

He was buried deep, their bodies slick and flush together, and the need for more, deeper, harder, was getting impossible to ignore.

He pushed forward, rolling onto her stomach, keeping hips tilted up slightly as he rolled on top of her. She kept her chest low, legs parted, ass rising to meet him. He slid between her thighs again, pressing forward until he was fully inside, and they both moaned softly, muffled by fabric and desperation.

He began to move again, slow at first, rocking his hips into her with careful precision. But it built fast. The sound of wet skin under covers. The soft creak of the mattress. Her ass pressed against his hips, grinding as he thrust harder, chasing release they were both too far gone to stop.

Every movement made her gasp. Every deeper push made him bite down on her shoulder to stay quiet.

They were close.

Jamie’s thrusts lost rhythm, becoming urgent, erratic, his chest pressed to her back, hips slapping against the curve of her ass in quick, shallow drives. Nina clutched the pillow under her head, moaning into it as she felt herself climbing.

Her whole body tensed, legs shaking, back arching, her breath catching in her throat.

“Jamie!" she hissed, voice tight. “I’m, fuck, I’m, uuuggnh”

She didn’t finish.

Her orgasm hit hard, deep, pulsing waves that made her hips grind into him, her thighs tremble, her pussy clenching tight around his cock as she bit down on the pillow to stifle her cry.

That pushed Jamie over.

He groaned into her shoulder, low, desperate, muffled, and buried himself to the hilt. His body seized as he came hard, cock twitching deep inside her, thick pulses shooting from him, emptying into her with no resistance.

He sagged against her, both of them gasping, slick with sweat, hearts pounding so loud it felt like a warning.

And then, Nina’s eyes opened. She blinked. Her brows furrowed. Something felt wrong.

Nina pulled away slightly, still panting, fingers between her thighs as she checked the slick mess he’d left inside her.

There was no mistaking it, his cum was inside her. 

She glanced over her shoulder at Jamie, still lying there, flushed and blinking up at the ceiling like the world had just tilted sideways. She pulled the covers back and looked down at his cock.

Bare. Still hard. Still twitching.

“Jamie,” she whispered, panic cutting through the haze. “Where’s the condom?”

Jamie blinked, still dazed. “What…?”

“Shit,” she hissed.

It was gone. It must have been lost in the scramble to the bed when Elliot got home.

She sighed. A long, slow, exasperated breath that ended in a grin she tried to fight but couldn’t.

“Well,” she muttered, swiping her fingers through the mess between her thighs. “So much for being safe.”

Jamie blinked. “I, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice.”

She waved a hand, cutting him off. “Neither did I. And honestly…” She turned to face him, still flushed, still glistening. “Felt kind of amazing, didn’t it?”

He didn’t answer, just nodded, breathless.

Nina leaned in, brushed her lips against his, then whispered:

“Since you’ve already cum in me once, we might as well go for another round.”

Jamie’s eyes widened.

And Nina climbed back on top of him, her fingers guiding him back inside her slick, messy heat without a moment’s hesitation.