She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

Chapter 389: Adjacent Pleasures

Siobhan stepped onto the balcony of their upgraded executive suite and let out a delighted gasp. The cool night air rushed over her skin, carrying the faint scent of the city far below.

She leaned against the railing, eyes wide as she took in the sprawling view... glittering lights stretching endlessly into the darkness, the distant hum of traffic reduced to a soft murmur.

"Such a lovely view, Howard! Everything from here looks so... expensive," she breathed, spinning slowly with her arms half-raised. The wind tugged at her dress, pressing the fabric against her body.

She turned and jumped straight into Howard’s arms, pressing herself against him with genuine excitement. "Thank you, Howard. Thank you for doing this for me."

Howard puffed up with pride, his hands sliding around her waist before one boldly cupped and squeezed her breast through her dress.

"You deserved it, darling. And if it wasn’t for the hotel upgrade, I was planning to bring you here next time anyway."

He glanced sideways at the young hotel staff woman who had escorted them up. She stood politely near the glass door, hands clasped, face neutral.

Disappointment flickered across his face. He had hoped for at least a hint of jealousy or discomfort.

Initially, Howard had barely noticed her. When she first approached them in the corridor, his mind had been occupied with suspicion.

He was afraid that this free upgrade was some kind of scam or hidden charge designed to trap careless guests.

But now, standing on the balcony with Siobhan in his arms, the tension of the moment had eased. His gaze drifted back to the staff member more carefully. Only then did he really see her.

She was strikingly attractive... sharp features, full lips, and a figure that filled out the hotel uniform in all the right ways.

A slow, opportunistic thought crept into his mind. If he flaunted his wealth a little... maybe dropped a generous tip or casually mentioned his important connections... he might get a chance with her later.

After all, Siobhan was fun, but variety kept things interesting.

The lady kept her professional smile fixed in place, but inside she scoffed. ’Heh... acting like they can actually afford this level.’

She had seen enough cheap men in expensive rooms to spot one immediately.

Howard’s overcautious haggling downstairs and his obvious insecurity screamed middle-management wallet.

On any other night she might have played along for tips or a bigger opportunity, but after catching a glimpse of the devastatingly handsome young guest in the Presidential Suite earlier, this pair looked pathetic.

’That man could buy this whole floor if he wanted,’ she thought bitterly. ’And here I am stuck babysitting these two.’

She silently cursed Lydia for sending her on this errand instead of letting her linger near the real money.

The three of them stood admiring the view for a moment longer, the city humming far below.

Then it came, a clear, throaty moan cutting through the quiet night air.

"Annhh..."

Siobhan’s head tilted. Howard froze mid-squeeze.

The moan was low, feminine, and unmistakably sexual. It came from the balcony right next door... the Presidential Suite, separated only by a frosted glass partition.

Another sound followed: wet, rhythmic, hungry. The unmistakable noises of a man devouring a woman with his mouth.

Siobhan’s eyes widened in confusion, then understanding dawned. Her cheeks flushed. Howard’s face twisted into a mix of shock and awkward amusement.

"They’re really already going at it?" Siobhan whispered, half-scandalized, half-intrigued.

Howard cleared his throat. "Sounds like someone’s having a better night than we are so far."

The lady kept her expression perfectly blank, though inwardly she smirked.

’Of course they are.’ She had seen the young couple check in, the powerful-looking man and the flustered older woman. The damp patch on his trousers hadn’t escaped her notice. These two next door were clearly in the middle of something filthy.

"Shall I leave you to enjoy the view in private?" the lady asked smoothly, her voice perfectly professional. "Or would you like me to bring anything up — your favourite dish, room service, anything at all? Just call down and I’ll handle it personally."

Howard waved her off, already eager to get rid of the witness. "We’re fine. You can go."

The young woman paused at the glass door and turned back slightly. "One more thing, sir, if you don’t mind. Please don’t disturb the guest next door."

She gestured toward the Presidential Suite with a polite tilt of her head.

Siobhan’s eyes narrowed. "Don’t worry," she fired back, her tone sharp and condescending, as if she found the warning insulting. "We’re not so clueless."

The lady gave a single, neutral nod, her expression unchanged. She turned on her heel and slipped back inside the suite, sliding the glass door shut behind her with a soft, final click.

***

On the Presidential balcony, Heena was losing the battle to stay quiet.

Alex was on his knees behind her, face buried between her thighs. His tongue worked with relentless skill... long, slow licks from her entrance up to her swollen clit, followed by firm circles that made her legs shake.

Two thick fingers pumped steadily inside her, curling against that sensitive spot with every thrust.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the night air. Slurping, sucking, the occasional low groan from deep in his chest as he tasted her.

Heena gripped the cold iron railing so hard her knuckles were white. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. Cool wind rushed over her exposed skin, a sharp contrast to the scorching heat of Alex’s tongue and the slick mess dripping down her thighs.

"Annh— fuck..." she gasped, the sound tearing out before she could clamp her hand over her mouth.

She could hear them. Howard and Siobhan. Their voices had gone quiet, but she knew they were listening. The realization sent a fresh bolt of adrenaline straight to her core.

Her husband was standing mere feet away while her student ate her out like a starving man.

The shame should have crushed her. Instead, it made her wetter.

Alex pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her soaked folds. "Hear that, Professor? They went silent. I think they know exactly what I’m doing to you."

He dove back in, sucking her clit hard between his lips while his fingers thrust faster. The wet noises grew louder, more filthy.

Heena’s hips rocked back against his face despite herself. Another moan escaped, louder this time. "Ahh... oh god..."

Her thighs trembled violently. The orgasm from earlier still echoed in her nerves, and this new wave was building even faster. She bit her forearm to muffle the sounds, but it was hopeless.

Every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers dragged another broken whimper or moan from her throat.

On the other side of the partition, the silence from Howard and Siobhan’s balcony felt deafening.

Heena’s mind spun with dark satisfaction.

’Let them hear. Let Howard wonder who’s making a woman sound like this.’ For the first time in years, she wasn’t the one waiting quietly in the dark. She was the one being devoured under the open sky and she never wanted it to stop.

Alex growled against her pussy, the vibration shooting straight through her. "Louder, Professor. Let your husband know exactly what he’s been missing."

He dove back in harder, sucking her clit with filthy wet noises, fingers thrusting faster.

"Annh... oh god... Alex...!"

The orgasm built fast and brutal. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a choked cry escaping despite her efforts.

"Ahh— fuck, Alex...!"

Her body shook with aftershocks as Alex continued licking her gently, savoring every twitch and flutter, drawing out the pleasure until she was gasping and boneless against the railing.

He finally rose behind her, pressing his chest to her back, lips brushing her ear with dark satisfaction.

"How was it, my dear professor?" he whispered, one hand sliding around to cup her breast possessively. "Was I capable enough?"

Heena panted, mind hazy with lingering pleasure and fresh adrenaline. The risk burned hot in her veins. She didn’t pull away.