Questions And Answers...

Wake Up The Rest Of The Building

S8 EP 16

The tendency of a drowning man.

Requested by darling456

Sometimes, when a couple share a house with another person, they have to make the most of their alone time... whenever they can get it...

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Stella watched Casey leave, and as the door closed, Kelly emerged from the bedroom, barefoot and shirtless, and immediately, her brain sensed an opportunity for some morning fun.

"Hey, you know, we had to keep quiet last night, so we didn't wake up Casey?" She took his hand as he came towards her.

"Uh huh."

Stella raised her eyebrows and gave him a look.

Kelly looked towards the door.

"He left?"

There was this invisible thread between them that could snap with nothing more than a look or a brush of their fingers against each other. And that's exactly what happened now.

Stella unzipped her gym jacket, dropping it on the floor, her voice a seductive invitation that Kelly wasn't ever going to turn down.

"Time to wake up the rest of the building."

Her arms went around his neck even as he grinned, taking her mouth, delighted by this unexpected gift of a pre shift lay. Lifting her up, her legs hooked around his waist to bring him closer up against her, he sat her onto the counter, standing between her legs, one arm clearing the counter, sending everything flying. The fruit bowl crashed onto the floor, the contents rolling in all directions across the floor.
Her hands were inside his pants, impatient to feel him, mouth moving on his, tongues greedy. But kissing wasn't enough... nowhere near, her breath hitched somewhere, between her lungs and her throat, that familiar, pulsing ache between her legs, wanting him. Now. Everything was instinctively fast and heated. And hungry.
Clumsy hands between them pulled down her leggings in a single movement, and in the next one, his sweat pants. Guess this is what they meant by 'animals on heat,' trying to get closer to him, her fingers gripping his ass.  This desperate and urgent need for a base closeness. It was all very frenzied, loud, and vocal, his kisses rough, his tongue owning, and demanding all at once.
He whispered something outrageously explicit in her ear, and she shuddered,  grinding herself closer against him, her breathing hot in his ear, the words pressing down on a G spot she didn't even know she had.
The hard surface of the counter was as unyielding as his body on top of hers, one knee pushing her legs apart, her screaming as he thrust himself inside her, the counter digging into her back But that was secondary to what the feel of him inside her was like, the grind of his hips, the hard feel of him sliding in and out of her. How could she go from zero to a thousand degrees in a matter of seconds?
The sound of her loud moans carried through the apartment, sounds that turned him on even more, tightening their grip around his balls.
Fucking on the counter was a new one even for them but where and how was lost right then, because everything was about this.

It didn't take long for her to come, his fingers between her legs heightening her meltdown until she was a quivering, screaming mess.

Afterwards, she lay on the counter, groaning as her legs slid down from around his waist. Kelly was supporting his weight on his hands, leaning over her, his blue eyes sated, and a wide satisfied grin on his face.

"Fuck, that was good.." beads of perspiration dotted his face, and rolled down his face, dropping onto her skin.

Stella could only agree silently, lying spread on the counter, her bra pulled half way up, nipples still puckered, completely drained.

Kelly rolled off her and swung his legs over the counter in one movement and then slid his hands under her and scooped her up, her hands just about grabbing onto him as he headed for the bathroom and deposited her in the shower, and turned the water onto them.

They had a shift to get to.

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Racing towards the elevator, Stella glanced at her watch. They had twenty minutes to make shift briefing, and it was more than a certainty that they were going to be late, one finger punching the call button as if her thumping it would make it come up quicker.

"Morning." Kelly turned to acknowledge the couple who came out of the apartment next to theirs.

"Embarrassing." The woman's scowl made her middle aged face seem harsher, gripping her morning coffee in one hand and adjusting her purse strap on her other shoulder, "I'm taking the stairs, Jonathan." She
called over her shoulder, walking past them, and heading towards the fire exit at the end of the passageway.

Her husband shared a conspiratorial wink with Kelly.

"Perhaps.. keep the noise down a little?" He suggested, grinning  hurrying after his wife, wondering wistfully if there had been a time he and Audrey were like these two firefighters. Unable to keep their hands off each other.

Kelly and Stella exchanged looks, both realising at the same moment what he was talking about.  A laugh curved Kelly's mouth, clearly pleased with himself.

Stella swatted his arm with her hand.

"They might make a complaint to the super, Kelly!"

"I hope so. It's good for my ego."  He boasted as the elevator slid open.

Stella rolled her eyes. "You're so bad! They're our neighbours! We might need them one day!"

"Wait up!..Weren't you the one who wanted to wake the building up?!" Kelly protested.

"I didn't actually mean it!" Stella got in and pressed the button for the ground floor.

Kelly trapped her against the side of the elevator, his face nuzzling her neck.

"Well, you might have thought about that when you were screaming for me to screw you....?" And then whispered, pushing his hips into hers.
"Maybe we should give them an encore for when they get to the ground floor?"