Keep It Down

Sky lies on the bed in the next room. The walls are paper thin. She hears every grunt, every slap of skin. Parker drives into her, hard, the headboard knocking a steady rhythm against the wall. Dan lies awake next door and listens. She knows he can hear. She wants him to. She spreads wider, moans louder, lets the wet sounds fill the gap between rooms. Parker finishes, pulls out, leaves Sky on the sheets with her thighs slick and her breath still ragged. She slips a robe over her bare skin and knocks on Dan’s door. He opens it and she steps in, drops the robe. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders, bush dark and trimmed between her legs. She sinks to her knees, takes him in her mouth, works her tongue deep, then deeper still until her lips press flat against him. She stands, turns, plants her hands on the mattress. Dan grips her hips and pushes inside, fucks her from behind in hard, steady strokes. Her tits swing beneath her. She bites the pillow so the whole floor won’t hear. The room smells like sweat and sex. Dan keeps going until her legs shake and her moans break through her clenched teeth. He pulls out and spills across her ass. Sky catches her breath on the sheets, pulse still hammering, and wonders if the guy on the other side is listening too.