If These Walls Could Talk

Laura couldn’t sleep. Every slap of skin and filthy word from Dave’s bedroom punched straight through the wall and landed between her legs. She told herself to roll over, bite the pillow, anything, but the filthy soundtrack kept going—his low growls, Tanya’s begging, the wet slap of bodies colliding like they’d been waiting all week. Heat rolled through her anyway. She shoved a hand into her panties, rubbed herself to the same rhythm, bit back the moan when Dave called Tanya a greedy little slut and Tanya squealed agreement. Silence fell. Laura barely noticed. Fingers slick, breath stuttering, she chased the picture in her head—Dave’s hands gripping Tanya’s hips, the rough way he’d probably talk dirty right against an ear—until the sound of floorboards snapped her back. Tanya stood in the doorway, smirk soft, nipples hard under a thin shirt, eyes locked on Laura’s busy hand. “Don’t stop on my account,” Tanya said, stepping in. She smelled like sweat and sex. Laura froze, shame burning her cheeks, but Tanya just pushed the sheets aside, kissed the inside of her wrist, then slid lower until warm breath ghosted over soaked cotton. “You can hear everything,” Tanya whispered. “Makes you curious, doesn’t it?” Her tongue pressed; Laura bucked, grabbed Tanya’s hair, gave in. They fucked like they’d both been edged for hours—Tanya’s mouth relentless on Laura’s clit, fingers curling inside her, Laura riding the tension until she came hard enough to knock the headboard. Tanya flipped her, ground her own wetness over Laura’s thigh, and whispered filth about what Dave could hear through the wall now. Neither of them noticed when the door creaked again. Dave filled the frame, smirk sharp, cock half-hard already. “Knew you’d come around,” he said, voice casual like this was overdue. “City’s finally getting to you.” Tanya lifted her head, lips shiny, and chuckled. “She tastes sweet. Room for one more?” Laura froze, heart hammering, telling herself this was wrong, he was practically family. But the hunger already dragging through her belly answered before her mouth could, and when Dave stepped forward the protest melted. She reached for him too, mouth opening around the same raw need that had her wet and shaking minutes earlier.