"Are you sure we should be doing this?" She whispered.
"Yeah, it'll be risky and fun. We can make it a quickie, who knows? They might not even notice we're gone," Mason whispered back to her, holding her hand as he led her away from the living room.
Everyone was gathered in the living room for the evening, enjoying a movie and just relaxing together.
Both of them silently slipped into the bathroom off the first floor hallway, and instantly his hands were all over her; feeling and groping as he tried to get her pants off as quickly as he could.
"This is so dirty," she laughed quietly.
"Just a bit, but what's the fun in being on your best behavior all the time?"
He pulled her pants and underwear to the floor in one go, only bothering to pull one of her feet free from the pant leg entirely. In a smooth motion he hoisted her up, sitting her bare ass on the edge of the bathroom counter.
She fisted her hands into his cropped sweater, pulling him into a hurried kiss. This was in no way appropriate, but the pure fact that they were doing something they weren't supposed to was a massive turn on.
Mason slipped his tongue into her mouth, prompting a soft whine from her when paired with his hand brushing against the delicate core of her.
"Shh," he shushed her softly, "don't wanna get caught do you?"
She shut him up with another smooch, and dug her fingers down his chest until she reached the firm abdominal muscles he so proudly showed off. His fingers gently parted her lower lips, and he grinned against her mouth.
"Wow, you're already wet, maybe you wanna get caught?"
His teasing made her shy, but she couldn't deny how exciting this was. One finger slipped inside her as his thumb started rubbing languid circles over her clit.
"Just hurry up and prep me, we have to be quick!"
He sped up his pace, fucking her on one finger as he worked her up with practiced ease. Both of them became entirely wrapped up in groping and feeling one-another, giving each other goosebumps.
The more he touched her the wetter she became, and soon she was quietly whimpering against his kisses as he fingered her even quicker, and at a certain point his fingers slipped out of her to focus on her clit.
A pounding knock shook the door. It startled her, and while she froze in place his insistent touch on her sensitive bundle of nerves persisted.
Aiden's disgruntled voice called through the door. "Do you have to fuck in the bathroom? Nathan's doing the piss dance in the hallway."
One of her hands lifted from the countertop, covering up her mouth to try and muffle herself. He watched her, a mischievous grin shining on his face.
He replied. "We're not fuckin'. Not yet, anyway."
He used his free hand to pry her hand from her mouth. The fingers rubbing over her clit slipped back down through her folds, and very suddenly he was vigorously finger fucking her in a way he knew made her scream every time.
It worked, of course. She was mortified, listening to herself moan and wail helplessly accompanied by the lewd wet noises he was making between her thighs.
But the truth always reveals itself, as it did now: she was undeniably soaked. Intense eyes gazed down at her, he looked like he could eat her up then and there.
"Christ!" Aiden made a noise, something between a choke and a laugh.
The door rattled again with more insistent pounding. It was Brayden this time.
"There's condoms under the sink!"
Mason snickered. She scrambled to hold on to his shoulders, desperately for anything remotely grounding.
Felix' voice was a bit distant, but she could hear it nonetheless. "Bray, Nathan is pissing in your flowerbed."
There was a mumbled response. Something about nutrients.
Mason's fingers curled inside her and her eyes rolled back, his forehead dipped to lean against hers.
He spoke under his breath. "You're getting off on this aren't you?"
The best response she could manage was a whimper. But she didn't need to say anything, her body told him all he needed to know. The very words he said to her caused her to clench around his fingers.
Nathan, back inside from watering the flowers, was next to shout through the door. "Woo, Mason! Give it to 'er good!"
Her face heated up immediately. It was embarrassing, but thrilling at the same time. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't keep herself quiet, not when her boyfriend was so well informed about how to keep her crying and begging for more.
"Hey brats, beat it. Adults only." Aiden's rough tone shooed the two youngest roommates away from the door, but wait, did that mean Brayden and Aiden were staying to listen in?
Brayden laughed. "I didn't know you were a screamer, I never would have guessed. Or is Mason that good?"
There was a short break in her noises, shocked into speechlessness that her roommates were not only listening to her getting finger-fucked on the bathroom sink, but they were talking to her about it.
Mason muttered. "Well? You gonna answer? It's rude to ignore people when they're talking to you."
"Oh," she tried to speak despite the unsteadiness in her voice, "he's good. Oh God, he's too good."
A soft noise beyond the door, did one of them moan? Are they getting off on this too?
The pace of his fingers slowed just a bit, he focused on stroking her front wall in powerful, purposeful pulls.
"She's not always a screamer, but when she can't hold it in? Fuck, I'm pretty sure my entire apartment building knows my name."
The thumb of his opposite hand settles on her clit, pushing and rolling in time with his ministrations inside of her. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight that she saw specks of light behind her eyelids. A long moan escaped her mouth.
"It's not my fault you-"
She was interrupted by her own surprise, the surprise of Mason pulling back from her but not out of her, and crouching down before her.
He spit on her pussy, not that he had to, but just because he loved doing it. Without further ado he smooched her cunt once, twice before rolling his tongue around her clit and pressing his plump lips around it to suck gently.
"Holy shit!"
Her hands pushed up beneath his hat, knocking it to the floor without a care. Threading her fingers into the curls, she pulled. Mason grunted, but didn't let up on spoiling her. His tongue flicked over her clit as he sucked on it.
Aiden said her name through the door. "What's he doing to you?"
That's right, they were still listening. An auditory audience to their raunchy rendezvous.
"He's got his head between my thighs," she had to pause to catch a breath, "and nngh- he's eating my pussy."
