Within the lounge, a fevered haze of passion enveloped us, the air thick with the scent of our entwined bodies. Outside, the banquet’s clamor pulsed on, a distant roar of laughter and clinking glasses that hadn’t yet faded into the night.
Each footfall echoing down the corridor—guests passing the lounge door—sharpened my senses to a razor’s edge. My body responded instinctively, tightening around Nate’s length, drawing low, guttural moans from us both. The thrill of near-discovery only heightened our rhythm, each thrust a defiant claim in the face of the world beyond.
Nate reveled in my forced boldness, my tension fueling his hunger. His movements grew fiercer, targeting my most sensitive depths, coaxing waves of pleasure that threatened to unravel me entirely.
But outside, Jack hesitat
