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

Chapter 390: Hungry For More

As the glass door slid shut behind the hotel staff woman, the Presidential Suite’s moans and wet, filthy sounds continued to drift clearly over the frosted partition.

The noises acted like fuel on dry tinder.

Siobhan’s breathing had already grown shallow. She pressed herself closer to Howard, her hand sliding down his chest and boldly palming the growing bulge in his trousers.

Howard responded instantly, his own hands roaming greedily over her body, squeezing her ass and pulling her flush against him.

The loud, throaty moans and hungry grunts coming from next door pushed them both into frantic motion.

Their hands moved with desperate urgency, slipping under clothes, stroking, groping, trying to chase even a fraction of the raw intensity they were hearing.

"Mmm..." Siobhan moaned as Howard’s hands boldly gripped her breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of her dress.

The sound from next door had made her bold. She gripped his hair tightly and pulled his head closer, voice husky with need.

"Please, darling... eat me!"

Howard dropped to his knees right there on the balcony, his pride stinging. He couldn’t let his woman envy whatever was happening next door.

He roughly pushed Siobhan’s dress up around her waist, hooked a finger into her panties and yanked them aside.

Without hesitation, he buried his face between her thighs and began eating her out aggressively... tongue lashing, lips sucking, trying to match the obscene wet sounds drifting from the Presidential Suite.

Siobhan gasped at first, her fingers threading into his hair.

For a few seconds she appreciated the effort; she really did need this.

But as Howard’s strokes continued... eager but clumsy, repetitive, lacking any real rhythm or skill... the spark quickly faded.

She couldn’t even moan properly.

The contrast hit her hard. The woman next door was screaming like she was being devoured by a starving man, while Howard’s mouth felt... adequate at best.

Siobhan’s mind wandered to the younger, confident man next door.

What was he doing to that woman to make her scream like that? The thought sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sounds drifting over the partition... straining to catch any names, any clue that might tell her who they were. But the voices were too breathless, too lost in pleasure. Nothing clear came through.

Then came another sharp, broken scream... raw and feminine, followed by a long, trembling cry as the woman came hard.

After that, the voices gradually faded. The wet, rhythmic sounds stopped.

Siobhan understood immediately. They were going inside... probably for the main battle.

The thought made her shiver again, this time with a mix of dark curiosity and bitter disappointment.

She looked down at Howard, who was still on his knees, working diligently between her thighs, tongue moving with frantic determination to make her cum.

She had always told herself his skills were good enough. Tonight, though, they felt shallow. Pathetic, even.

The word echoed cruelly in her mind.

After a few more moments of his eager but ineffective efforts, Siobhan gently tugged Howard’s head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at her.

"Baby..." she said softly, forcing a sweet smile even as disappointment settled heavy in her chest, "I’m actually really hungry right now. Let’s just order room service and eat first, okay?"

***

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

Heena turned toward him, her eyes still glassy with pleasure, lips parted as if she wanted to answer but couldn’t find the words. Instead, her body betrayed her completely.

Her legs gave out. One moment she was gripping the railing, thighs trembling violently around Alex’s head... the next, her knees buckled and she slid down helplessly.

Her bare ass met the cold balcony floor with a soft, startled gasp. She leaned back, using the iron railing to support her head as her chest heaved.

She was breathing hard, deep, ragged gasps, exactly like she had just finished running a very long marathon... and won.

A hazy, blissful smile played on her lips. All the teasing, all the years of quiet frustration and neglected desire... they had vanished in that single, devastating release. In their place burned something far more dangerous: a raw, aching need for even more.

She slowly lifted her gaze to the man responsible.

’What must he be thinking of me right now?’ she thought, a sharp pang of shame twisting in her stomach. She had come so hard she literally collapsed at his feet like some desperate, needy woman.

The dignified image she had always tried to maintain in front of her students was completely shattered.

Alex knelt down in front of her, his face glistening with her release.

Her white, creamy fluid coated his lips, chin, and even parts of his cheeks. The sight sent a fresh wave of embarrassment flooding through her.

This was her student, her much younger student and here he was, drenched in her cum after devouring her so shamelessly under the open night sky.

"I was enough, I guess," He smirked as he leaned forward, his eyes dark with hunger and satisfaction.

He wiped his mouth slowly with the back of his hand, but it did little to clean the evidence.

"You sounded so fucking hot when you came, Professor," he whispered, voice low and rough, lips brushing against her ear. "Was it just me... or did knowing that your husband is right here make you even more horny?"

"N-no... It’s not like that... I didn’t—" she stammered breathlessly, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper. Her cheeks burned even hotter as the words tumbled out, sounding weak and unconvincing even to her own ears.

Before she could finish, Alex cupped her flushed face with both hands and kissed her deeply.

The kiss was slow, messy, and intimate. She could feel the evidence of what he’d done to her still coating his lips, yet she kept kissing him, lost in the afterglow and the filthy thrill of it all.

When they finally parted, a thin string of saliva mixed with her own wetness connected their lips for a brief second before breaking.

Heena’s breathing was still uneven, her bare thighs sticky and trembling. She looked up at Alex with half-lidded eyes.

"Don’t worry," Alex whispered, his voice low, dark, and full of wicked promise as he brushed his lips against her ear. "We’ve only just started. And he’s not going anywhere tonight."

His hand lowered as his fingers gently tracing along her slick inner thigh, making her shiver.

"And I’m going to make you scream in ways you’ve never screamed for him. I’ll let him hear the voice you’ve never let him hear... the real you, breaking apart for me."

Heena closed her eyes, her mind flooding with forbidden images... herself bent over this very railing, screaming helplessly while Alex took her hard from behind, right in front of Howard. The thought made her clit throb and her breath hitch.

But the fantasy shattered the moment she felt strong hands gripping her waist. Alex lifted her effortlessly to her feet, pulling her body flush against his.

"I’ll do everything you’re imagining... and more," he murmured, voice thick with amusement, "but let’s eat something first, shouldn’t we?"

He laughed softly, low and knowing, as if he had read every filthy thought flickering behind her closed eyelids.

Heena’s eyes flew open in embarrassment. She tried to slap his chest playfully, her palm landing with a light smack against his shirt.

"Alex!" she hissed, half-scolding, half-laughing despite the flush creeping down her neck. "You’re impossible."