Sinking further, my entire body jerked, and my forehead banged against hard wood. But the hurt simply blended with the riot of senses and emotions that were tearing through me.
I heard them next door. There was a definite change in their sounds, something deeper, harder, more primal. As I softly opened myself, widening up my ass, I listened carefully and began to grind in time to their moans. I wanted to go all the way, to feel as much as I could tonight.
You don't get to do this with anyone else but me.
“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I can’t say that…” I replied to Dom's murmur in my mind.
I collapsed as I turned the dial to three. If I didn’t have the headboard, I would have thrown myself onto my chest and shoved the vibrator as far into myself as I could. Rough and fast, that's how Dom would do it. He’d take me hard, not give me a chance to breathe before he slid his cock inside me and destroyed any chance I had of stopping—not that I ever would.
Knowing Molly was there made everything harder.
Sit down, Harry. Push it all the way inside yourself, and ride it like it was me.
I thought I couldn’t move, that the screaming of my muscles would stop me, but I wanted this too much to care. I lifted myself again, but I moved the vibrator with me so I could take it all. When I let myself fall, every inch of it filled me, my fingers hitting the outside of my ass, barely clinging to the dial.
My head fell back, my jaw open in a silent shout, eyes wide as I stretched, twitching, relaxing, gasping as pleasure tore through me
Right at that moment, I heard a harsh cry, followed by a yell, and a firm thump of the bed against the adjoining wall. There was a pause from all three of us before the thumping increased, a low guttural moan echoing through the wall as they picked up their pace.
They were fucking. Just as I pushed it all the way inside myself, Dom entered him. I was sure because I didn't recognise the voice.
I remembered what Dom sounded like when he had sex, though it might have changed since university.
Their rhythm was clear, and, like a horny animal, I matched it. Pressing in and out, wanting, needing, praying that one day strong arms would be pressed beside my body, holding me still as Dom took me.
His voice in my ear, telling me how good it was, telling me he loved me.
My eyes snapped open, clearing the image that was forming of Dom leaning over me, dropping to kiss me, his face covered in shadows.
I had to stop, but the vibrator went on. Hot, hard metal buzzing inside me, pleasure assaulting me, every nerve in my body on fire. Waves of joy and pain rolled through me at how desperately I wanted Dom here for this.
That dull ache in my heart was drowned out as I rose my hips and crashed back down. It was better that way, letting the weight of my body go on top of it. Riding it—riding him.
I choked out another cry, this one filled with longing. Hope and imagination blurred as my gaze landed on the screen again.
You sound so beautiful.
You’ve turned it up, haven’t you?
Louder. I want to hear you moan.
I could drown in your voice, it’s so good.
Do you want more? Can you take more?
“Yes, I want more. I want it all.” I didn't know how I could even talk when it felt so good.
My neighbours had set up a solid beat with their thrusts, each bang of the headboard followed by loud shouts. There were deep moans, but they were too muffled by the wall to tell who was who. I wanted to hear Dom more clearly, and my own memories helped light me up.
Another thrust pulled the same shout from the back of my throat, one I had to bite back immediately. If they heard me, I’d never live it down.
A shudder ran up my spine, tingling from my ass to my neck as tears slipped from my clenched eyes.
I wanted him. I wanted him here with me so I could feel his body against mine, so I could tell him the secrets I'd been clinging onto.
Just there, just in that room, and then we could forget it had ever happened.
If I could taste him, even once…