She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 389: Adjacent Pleasures

Siobhan walked out onto the balcony of their newly upgraded executive suite, gasping with delight. Refreshing night air swept across her skin, bearing the subtle aroma of the city far below.

She rested against the railing, her eyes widening as she absorbed the vast panorama... shimmering lights reaching endlessly into the night, the far-off traffic drone muted to a gentle whisper.

"What a stunning view, Howard! It all seems so... lavish from up here," she murmured, turning slowly with arms partially lifted. The breeze pulled at her dress, molding the material to her curves.

She spun around and leaped into Howard’s embrace, molding her body to his with real thrill. "Thank you, Howard. Thank you for making this happen for me."

Howard swelled with satisfaction, his arms encircling her waist while one hand daringly grasped and fondled her breast over the dress.

"You earned it, darling. Even without the upgrade, I intended to bring you here next time regardless."

He shot a glance at the young hotel staffer who had guided them upstairs. She lingered courteously by the glass door, hands folded, expression impassive.

A flash of letdown crossed his features. He’d hoped for some sign of envy or unease from her.

At first, Howard had hardly registered her presence. When she’d approached in the hallway, his thoughts were consumed by doubt.

He worried the complimentary upgrade might be a trick or concealed fee aimed at snaring unwary visitors.

But now, with Siobhan held close on the balcony, the earlier strain had faded. His eyes returned to the employee with fresh scrutiny. That’s when he truly noticed her.

Her beauty was captivating... defined features, plump lips, and curves that accentuated the hotel uniform perfectly.

A sly, calculating idea formed in his head. By showing off his affluence a bit... perhaps slipping her a hefty tip or name-dropping his influential contacts... he could score with her afterward.

Siobhan was enjoyable, sure, but mixing things up added spice.

The staffer maintained her composed smile, though inwardly she sneered. ’Heh... pretending like they truly belong in a place like this.’

She could spot low-rent guys in luxury suites from a mile away.

Howard’s penny-pinching bargaining in the lobby and his blatant unease shouted mid-level cubicle cash.

On another evening, she might’ve humored him for gratuities or better prospects, but after spotting the incredibly striking young guest in the Presidential Suite before, this duo seemed laughable.

’That guy could purchase the entire floor on a whim,’ she mused resentfully. ’And I’m wasting time chaperoning these losers.’

She inwardly blamed Lydia for assigning her this task rather than allowing her to hover near the genuine wealth.

The trio lingered, taking in the vista a bit longer, with the city buzzing distantly underneath.

Suddenly, a rich, husky moan pierced the serene night.

"Annhh..."

Siobhan’s head cocked. Howard halted his grope.

The sound was deep, womanly, and blatantly erotic. It originated from the adjacent balcony... the Presidential Suite, divided merely by a frosted glass divider.

Next came sloppy, steady, ravenous sounds. The clear audio of a man pleasuring a woman orally.

Siobhan’s eyes grew large in bewilderment, then realization hit. Her face reddened. Howard’s expression shifted to stunned and uneasy mirth.

"They’re already getting busy like that?" Siobhan whispered, equal parts shocked and curious.

Howard coughed lightly. "Sounds like they’re off to a hotter start than us tonight."

The staffer kept her face utterly neutral, smirking to herself inside.

’Naturally they are.’ She’d watched the young pair arrive, the commanding man and the embarrassed mature woman. The wet stain on his pants hadn’t gone unnoticed. The neighbors were deep into something nasty.

"Should I step out so you can savor the view alone?" the staffer inquired smoothly, tone impeccably courteous. "Or do you need anything delivered — your preferred meal, room service, whatever? Just ring below, and I’ll see to it myself."

Howard dismissed her with a wave, keen to remove the observer. "We’re good. You can leave."

The young staffer halted at the glass door, glancing back faintly. "Just one thing, sir, if it’s no trouble. Kindly avoid bothering the guest nearby."

She nodded toward the Presidential Suite with refined poise.

Siobhan’s gaze sharpened. "No concerns," she snapped, voice cutting and patronizing, as though the caution offended her. "We’re not that oblivious."

The woman offered one impassive nod, her face remaining stoic. She spun around and retreated into the suite, pulling the glass door closed with a gentle, decisive click.

***

Heena fought a losing war to keep silent on the Presidential balcony.

Kneeling behind her, Alex had his face plunged between her thighs. His tongue moved with unceasing mastery... drawn-out, languid laps from her entrance to her throbbing clit, then tight circles that sent her legs quivering.

Two stout fingers plunged rhythmically into her, hooking against that tender spot on each push.

The lewd, slick noises from his mouth echoed through the night. Slurps, sucks, and a rare deep rumble from his throat as he savored her taste.

Heena clutched the chilly iron railing until her knuckles blanched. Her skirt bunched up at her waist. A brisk breeze swept over her bare skin, clashing with the blazing heat of Alex’s tongue and the sticky wetness trailing down her thighs.

"Annh— fuck..." she gasped, the cry bursting free before her palm sealed her lips.

Their voices reached her—Howard and Siobhan. Though hushed now, she knew they were tuned in. That thought fired a surge of thrill right to her center.

Her spouse stood just steps away as her student devoured her like a man possessed by hunger.

Shame ought to have overwhelmed her. Yet it only soaked her more.

Alex withdrew slightly to murmur, his breath scorching her drenched folds. "Hear that, Professor? They’ve gone quiet. Bet they know precisely what I’m doing to you."

He plunged back, drawing her clit deep into his mouth with suction while his fingers drove quicker. The sloppy sounds intensified, growing even dirtier.

Despite her resistance, Heena’s hips bucked toward his face. A louder moan slipped out. "Ahh... oh god..."

Her thighs quaked fiercely. Echoes of her prior climax still pulsed through her, but this rising tide surged even swifter. She gnawed her forearm to stifle the noises, yet it proved futile.

Each lash of his tongue, each bend of his fingers wrenched another fractured whimper or cry from her.

Across the divider, the hush from Howard and Siobhan’s balcony rang like thunder.

Dark glee whirled in Heena’s thoughts.

’Let them listen. Let Howard ponder who’s drawing these sounds from a woman.’ For the first time in ages, she refused to lurk silently in shadows. Instead, she surrendered to being consumed beneath the stars, craving its endless continuation.

A growl vibrated from Alex against her core, the tremor piercing her depths. "Louder, Professor. Make your husband grasp what he’s missed all along."

He attacked fiercer, slurping her clit with vulgar wet smacks, fingers pounding harder.

"Annh... oh god... Alex...!"

The climax erupted swift and savage. Her walls gripped his fingers tight as ecstasy waves battered her. She shattered intensely, thighs squeezing his head, a strangled scream breaking loose despite her fight.

"Ahh— fuck, Alex...!"

Tremors wracked her frame as Alex lapped softly at her, relishing each spasm and quiver, prolonging the bliss until she wheezed, limp against the rail.

Rising at last, he molded his chest to her back, lips grazing her ear with wicked triumph.

"How was it, my dear professor?" he breathed, a hand snaking forward to claim her breast. "Was I capable enough?"

Heena gasped for air, thoughts fogged by fading ecstasy and surging excitement. The danger blazed in her blood. She made no move to withdraw.