Chapter 5: Marcus is the neighbor and he wants to join in. He goes to Sally and ask if she was one moaning, she says yes and he says fuck me and I'm tearing this pussy apart. Then he starts fucking her and she starts screaming while Jeremy comes out and starts fucking Beth while she sucks Liam.
The knocking persisted, a hard, impatient rap of knuckles on wood that shattered the post-coital silence. Sally’s wide, alarmed eyes flickered from Beth’s stunned face to Liam’s unnervingly calm one. He merely raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air thick with the smell of sex and sweat.
Sally pushed herself up from the rug, her limbs feeling heavy and liquid. She grabbed Liam’s discarded shirt from the floor and pulled it on. It barely covered her thighs, but it was something. She padded to the door, the cool hardwood a shock against her bare feet.
She peered through the peephole. A man stood there, tall and lean, with styled dark hair and a confident tilt to his head. Marcus, from 3B. The handsome bartender she’d exchanged lingering looks with in the elevator but never properly spoken to.
She unlocked the door and opened it a crack, the chain still engaged. “Yeah?”
Marcus’s eyes, a captivating shade of brown, swept over her—the disheveled hair, the flushed skin, the oversized shirt that did little to hide what was underneath. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. “Hey. Sally, right?”
She nodded, her heart still hammering.
“I was just wondering,” he said, his voice a low, intimate rumble that seemed to bypass the air and travel straight down her spine. “Was that you I heard? A few minutes ago? Because fuck, that was quite a sound.”
Sally felt a fresh wave of heat flood her cheeks, but it wasn't entirely embarrassment. It was a thrill. She held his gaze, a defiant spark igniting in her own. She unchained the door and opened it fully. “Yeah,” she said, her voice steadier than she expected. “That was me.”
Marcus stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning the living room. He took in Beth, still on her knees on the rug, looking caught and flustered, and Liam, sprawled naked and unselfconscious on the floor. The musk in the room was unmistakable.
He turned back to Sally, his gaze dropping to the slight tremor in her hands, then back to her face. “Sounds like you were having a hell of a morning.” He moved closer, invading her space. The scent of his cologne, something clean and smoky, cut through the heavier air of the apartment. “I’ve been listening through the wall for weeks, wondering what you sounded like when you came. Now I know. And I gotta say, it’s all I’m gonna be thinking about.”
Sally’s breath hitched. This was insane. But the wild streak she kept locked away during her customer service shifts was now fully in charge. “Oh yeah? And what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking,” he whispered, his mouth inches from hers, “that I need to be the one making you scream like that. Right fucking now.” His hand came up and cupped her between her legs, through the thin cotton of the shirt. His fingers pressed against her, finding her still slick and swollen from Liam. “Fuck me, you’re soaked. I’m tearing this pussy apart, Sally.”
That was all the permission she needed. She grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him into a fierce, open-mouthed kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, a raw claiming. As they kissed, he walked her backwards until her legs hit the arm of the worn-out couch. He broke the kiss, his eyes blazing. “Bend over.”
From the floor, Beth watched, mesmerized. This was escalating faster than her mind could process, but her body was ahead of her, a live wire of anticipation. Liam shifted beside her, his hand resting on the small of her back, a silent anchor in the storm.
Sally obeyed, bending over the padded arm of the couch, her hands gripping the cushions. The shirt rode up, exposing her completely to Marcus. He unzipped his jeans, freed his erection—long and thick—and spat into his hand, slicking himself once before guiding the head to her entrance.
He didn’t tease. He drove into her with a single, deep, punishing thrust that forced a scream from Sally’s lungs. It was a different sensation from Liam; longer, a stretch that bordered on pain before transforming into a blinding, full pleasure.
“That’s it,” Marcus grunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Scream for me, Sally. Let the whole fucking building hear you.” He set a relentless, pounding rhythm, each thrust slamming her into the couch arm, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing Liam and Sally’s from moments before.
The noise, the sheer visceral spectacle, was the final crack in Beth’s resolve. The coil of heat in her belly snapped. She turned to Liam, her eyes pleading, desperate.
Liam understood. He stood up, his own arousal evident again. He took Beth’s hand and led her to the center of the room, directly in Sally’s line of sight. “You watch her get fucked,” he murmured into Beth’s ear. “And I’ll fuck you.”
He turned her to face the couch, positioning himself behind her. He pushed her panties down her thighs and entered her in one smooth, solid motion. Beth cried out, her eyes locked on Sally’s face, contorted in ecstasy as Marcus plowed into her.
“Suck me, Beth,” Jeremy’s voice came from the side. He had emerged from the bedroom, naked and fully hard, drawn by the commotion. He walked to where she was bent over and stood before her. Liam held her steady, his thrusts steady and deep.
Beth didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and took Jeremy’s cock, gagging slightly at the sudden intrusion. The taste of him, salty and familiar, mixed with the overwhelming sensory overload. She was filled at both ends, a conduit for their pleasure, her own building to a fever pitch.
The room became a symphony of raw, unfiltered lust. Marcus’s grunts as he hammered into Sally. Sally’s screaming moans, rising and falling with each thrust. The wet, rhythmic slap of Liam’s hips against Beth’s ass. The guttural sounds Jeremy made as Beth pleasured him. The air was thick, humid, charged with a primal energy.
Sally reached back, grabbing Marcus’s thigh, her nails digging in. “Harder! God, fuck me harder!’
Marcus obliged, his pace becoming brutal, animalistic. “You like that, you dirty slut? You like having your caddy wrecked?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
Beth’s world narrowed to sensation. The stretch of Liam inside her, the fullness in her mouth, the sight of her best friend being taken apart. It was too much. The pleasure cresting within her was tidal, inevitable. A scream built in her throat around Jeremy’s cock as her body convulsed in a shattering climax that seemed to go on forever.
As her spasms subsided, Liam’s rhythm faltered, and he groaned, pouring into her with a final, deep thrust.
Jeremy pulled away from Beth’s mouth with a wet pop and moments later, they heard Marcus roar, his body stiffening as he emptied himself deep inside Sally with a shuddering, guttural cry.
Silence descended, broken only by the sound of ragged breathing. Sally slumped over the couch, spent. Marcus withdrew, leaning over her, his sweat dripping onto her back.
Jeremy and Liam looked at each other over Beth’s head, a silent, complicit understanding passing between them.
Then, a new sound. Faint, but clear. Another knock on the door. This one was softer, timid. A woman’s voice, tinged with uncertainty, called out. “Sally? It’s Jodie. Is… everything okay in there?”