Tomoko was still straddling me, my release from moments ago slipping down between us, a slow trickle that the cool night air was already teasing into awareness, when it happened — a faint, almost lazy creak, drifting in from beyond the fence.
It wasn't the wind.
It was the sound of something moving — a hinge. A gate.
Tomoko went utterly still mid-breath. Her chest froze against mine, the faint rise and fall halting. In the silver-blue wash of moonlight, her eyes widened for the barest heartbeat… then narrowed into that wicked, feline gleam I knew far too well.
"…We've got company," I murmured, barely moving my lips.
Her own lips brushed my ear, the whisper so soft it sent heat racing straight down my spine.
"Then don't stop."
Before I could process the audacity in her tone, her hips gave one slow, molten roll — a deliberate drag of her slick heat over me that wrung a low, unplanned sound from my throat.
"Let them hear."
The words were pure sin.
I glanced past her shoulder, keeping my movements minimal. Through the thin slats of the wooden fence, I could just make out a faint silhouette — tall, broad, the vague outline of a man walking the narrow alley that ran behind our yards.
Probably the guy from two houses down.
Close enough that if he so much as glanced over his shoulder, the sight of us would be laid bare — her skirt hiked, my pants open, our bodies locked together in something unmistakable.
Tomoko didn't seem remotely concerned.
In fact, she seemed… energized by it.
Her teeth closed gently over my earlobe in a quick, stinging bite before she breathed against my skin, "Sousuke-kun… if you stop now, I'll be very, very disappointed."
My pulse was hammering for two reasons now — the heat of her still snug around me, and the razor-edge awareness that at any moment, we could be caught.
Her hands slid up my chest, nails tracing lazy arcs, and I felt my grip on reality slipping. I caught her hips, forcing myself into a slow rhythm at first, keeping the noise to a minimum.
She wasn't having it.
Her hips snapped down hard, the wet slap echoing louder than it should have in the stillness.
"Tomoko—!" I hissed, panic flickering through me.
She only smirked, leaning back far enough for the moonlight to catch her flushed face. "Oh no… was that too loud?"
The neighbor's footsteps… stopped.
A knot tightened in my stomach — but she didn't freeze. No, she doubled down, rolling her hips with exaggerated force, making each connection loud enough to be unmistakable to anyone listening. The obscene, wet sounds were sharp in the quiet, every one of them a dare.
Every nerve in my body screamed that this was insane, but something darker coiled beneath the panic. The danger, the heat, the idea that we were performing on the razor's edge of discovery — it hit like lightning in my blood.
The man outside moved again, but slower now. The deliberate pace of someone who wasn't quite ready to leave.
Tomoko leaned back further, her weight driving each downward thrust deeper. Her breasts bounced freely under the moonlight, her hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, her breath coming harsh and fast.
"I'm… close," she gasped, the sound rough, clenched between her teeth.
I was too — the danger had burned away any lingering control. The heat of her, the fierce way her body gripped me with every bounce, had me balanced on the very edge.
The footsteps were still there. Lingering.
And then — just as she slammed down on me with one last, jolting thrust — the shadow outside shifted.
The neighbor turned away. His footsteps faded into the night.
Tomoko came with a strangled, shuddering moan, nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to leave half-moons. The pulse of her release around me shattered what little restraint I had left, and I spilled deep inside her for the second time, the heat of it joining the slick mess already between us.
Her body went soft against mine, her laughter low and breathless. She stayed there, hips still pressed tight to mine, riding the aftershocks with lazy satisfaction.
"You… are insane," I muttered, pulling her closer, though I was half-smiling despite myself.
She kissed along my jaw, still grinning like the devil herself. "Mmm… maybe. But admit it…" her voice dipped, warm and smug against my skin, "…that was hotter than the festival."
We slipped back inside, shutting the sliding door behind us as quietly as possible. My pulse was still pounding in my ears, my skin buzzing with leftover tension from the backyard.
Tomoko didn't even give me time to breathe. The second my back hit the wall, she was on me again — lips crashing into mine, her hands already tugging at what little clothing we had left.
Her kiss tasted like moonlight and danger, her tongue pushing past my lips with the same commanding energy she'd had all night.
Tomoko grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the low coffee table in the living room. With a sharp shove, she pushed me down onto it, the wood cool against my bare skin.
She climbed on top of me — but instead of straddling my waist, she swung a leg over my head, lowering herself until her slick, swollen heat was hovering just inches from my mouth.
"Lick," she ordered, her tone sharp enough to make my body obey instantly.
I pressed my tongue to her, tasting the mix of both of us from the last two rounds. She moaned, low and throaty, before leaning down between my legs and taking me into her mouth in one smooth motion.
The shock of it made me groan into her, my hands gripping her thighs as I started working my tongue faster, teasing and circling until she was rocking against my face.
She sucked me like she had something to prove — no mercy, just steady, deep strokes that made my hips twitch against her. Every time my tongue found that perfect spot, she'd hum around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my core.
It became a game — who could make the other break first.
She came close to winning when she took me deep and swallowed around me, but I doubled down, sucking her clit between my lips and flicking my tongue in rapid strokes.
Her whole body shuddered above me, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she moaned into my length. The sound was pure filth and pure heaven at once.
"Fuck—Sousuke—!"
She came hard, dripping onto my tongue, but instead of stopping, she spun around in a blur of movement and lowered herself onto me in a reverse cowgirl position.
The shift in angle made me groan out loud — I was hitting so deep I could feel her twitch with every thrust. She slammed herself down hard, the wet slap echoing in the room, her hands braced against my knees for leverage.
I gripped her hips and drove up into her, matching her pace, the table creaking dangerously under us. The sight of her back arching, her head thrown back, was almost too much.
She started to tremble again, her movements getting frantic, and I knew she was close. I thrust harder, faster, until she cried out, her body clenching around me so tightly it pulled me over the edge with her.
I spilled inside her for the third time that night, both of us collapsing forward onto the table, breathing like we'd just sprinted a mile.
Her laugh was low, satisfied, almost smug. "So many rounds, Sousuke-kun… You're keeping up better than I thought."
I could only chuckle breathlessly, my hands still on her hips. "You're… going to kill me."