The apartment lights were low, casting long amber shadows across the hardwood floor. From his position in the darkened hallway, Marcus could see everything through the half-open bedroom door. Lena sat on the edge of the bed, her short black dress already hiked high on her thighs, her bare knees touching the dark slacks of the man beside her. Jamals hand rested on her knee, his fingers broad and dark against her pale skin, moving in slow circles that made her breath catch.
Marcus stayed perfectly still, the way he had promised. He watched as Jamal leaned in, their mouths meeting with an unhurried hunger. Lenas lips parted, and Jamals tongue slid against hers, the kiss growing deeper, wetter. Her hands rose to his chest, fingers spreading over the crisp fabric of his shirt before she began to unbutton it. Each button revealed more of his smooth, muscular torso, the contrast of his skin against her lighter fingers stark under the bedside lamp.
Jamals palm slid higher, pushing the hem of her dress to her hips. Lena wasnt wearing panties. The sight of her smooth, glistening folds made Marcuss pulse throb in his throat. Jamals fingers traced her outer lips, parting them gently, then slipped between to stroke the slick heat inside. Lenas head tipped back, a soft moan escaping her as two thick fingers pushed into her. Marcus could hear the wet sound of her arousal as Jamal pumped them slowly, his thumb circling her clit with deliberate pressure.
She reached for Jamals belt, undoing it with quick, eager motions. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already dark and swollen. Lena wrapped her hand around the shaft, her fingers not quite meeting, and stroked him from base to tip. Pre-cum beaded at the slit; she swiped it with her thumb and brought it to her mouth, tasting him while Jamal watched with hooded eyes.
Jamal stood long enough to shed his clothes, then eased Lena onto her back. He knelt between her spread thighs, his broad shoulders blocking some of the light as he lowered his mouth to her. His tongue dragged slowly through her folds, tasting every inch before circling her clit. Lenas hips lifted, grinding against his face. Marcus could see her wetness coating Jamals lips and chin, hear the soft, desperate sounds she made as he sucked on her swollen nub.
When Jamal rose again, he gripped his cock and rubbed the head along her slit, coating himself in her juices. Lenas eyes locked on his as he pushed forward, the thick crown stretching her open. Inch by inch he sank into her, her walls gripping him tightly. A low groan left her throat when he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against her ass. He held there, letting her adjust, then began to thrustlong, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce beneath the bunched dress.
Marcuss own hand moved unconsciously over the front of his pants, feeling the ache there, but he didnt look away. The sight of Lenas pale thighs wrapped around Jamals dark hips, the way her pussy stretched around that thick shaft, the glistening ring of her arousal each time Jamal withdrew, was hypnotic. Jamals pace increased, the bed creaking in rhythm. Skin slapped against skin. Lenas moans grew louder, turning into sharp cries when Jamal angled his hips to hit that spot inside her.
She came first, body arching, thighs shaking, her inner walls fluttering visibly around Jamals cock. Jamal didnt stop. He drove through her orgasm, fucking her harder, sweat gleaming on his back. Lena reached down, spreading herself wider for him, begging in broken whispers for him to fill her. With a deep, guttural sound, Jamal buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum pumped into her. Excess spilled out around his shaft, creamy and white against her flushed skin.
They stayed locked together for long minutes, breathing hard. Jamal eventually eased out, his softening cock leaving a trail of cum that leaked from her swollen pussy. Lena smiled up at him, sated and glowing, then turned her head just enough to meet Marcuss eyes in the hallway. Her expression was soft, inviting. She reached out one hand toward the door, fingers curling in a silent summons.
Marcus stepped forward into the light.
