My Clocking In System

She stopped.

Her whole face changed, and she went red from the collarbone up, and I felt it go through her where I was inside her.

"Danny, I can’t say that out, "

"You said it in my ear 10 minutes ago."

"That’s different."

"Same words." I let her drop half an inch onto me and held her there. "Say it in the room."

She shut her eyes.

Then she opened them, and looked straight at me, and said it out loud in a Travelodge at half past midnight with a stranger 3 foot the other side of the wall.

And it came out of her at full volume, in her own voice, and it was the filthiest sentence anybody has ever said to me.

Then she started laughing.

And the laugh took everything after it with it.

I took my hands off her hips and let her go and she went, hard and fast, head back, that bed absolutely screaming underneath the pair of us, and she made noise.

Not much at first.

Then all of it.

"Ah. Ah. Oh God. Oh, God, Danny, "

"That’s it."

"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t, "

"I’m not stopping."

I put one hand round the back of her neck and the other between us and found her clit with my thumb, and she was gone about 8 seconds after that.

And I watched the whole of it happen on her face.

The first proper sound came out of her and she looked shocked at herself, actually shocked, her eyes going wide in the middle of it. Then the next one came and she stopped being able to do anything about it, and after that she did not try.

Her cunt clamped down on my cock in waves and her nails went into my shoulders and her back bowed and she made a noise I had never heard from her in 6 weeks, high and broken and going on and on, and she did not cover her mouth once.

The telly went off.

She was still going when it went. She heard it go. She did not care.

She came down against me with her face in my neck and her whole body shaking, and she said something into my shoulder that I am not going to write down.

Then, when she could talk:

"Carry me to that bathroom."

"What?"

"You heard." Her mouth was against my collarbone. "I’m not a girl who gets carried. Carry me."

Then she started laughing and couldn’t stop for about a minute.

"He’s turned it off."

"He has."

"He’s turned his telly off." Both hands over her face, shoulders going. "Oh my God. Oh my God, Danny."

"You were quite loud."

"Don’t."

"You were extremely loud."

"Don’t." She came off my shoulder with her hair everywhere and her chest and neck gone red with it. "I’ve never. Not in my life. Not once. I have had sex in a house with 4 other people in it and made less noise than a cat."

"I know."

"How do you know?"

"Because I’ve watched you not do it about 12 times."

She was still on me. Still had me in her, and I had not finished, and she worked that out about the same second I did.

"Oh," Jodie said. "You’ve not."

"No."

"Right." She lifted off me, and the noise she made doing it went straight up into that ceiling with no attempt to stop it at all. "Front or back?"

"What?"

"You heard." She was already turning over. "I told you at the start what I wanted and you’ve done the first two."

She went onto her front and up onto her knees, and the sight of her like that on a £59 bed with her back dipped and her arse up did something to me I could not have put a sentence to.

Then she put her head straight down into the pillow, because every instinct she has had since she was 17 put her face in it.

"No you don’t."

"What?"

"Head up." I had a handful of her hair and I lifted, not hard. "Not tonight. You’ve done that your whole life."

"Danny, this is the one where I can’t, "

"I know it is."

She swore into the dark and got up onto her forearms and stayed there.

I went into her doggy style with one hand on her hip and the other flat between her shoulder blades, and she was so wet from the first one that I went the whole way in one, and the sound she made was nothing like the earlier ones.

Lower. Longer. Out of her chest instead of her throat, and she did not catch it.

"Ohh, God."

"There."

"Danny, that’s, oh, that’s, "

I fucked her properly then, and the bed did what a bed like that does, crrrk crrrk crrrk, banging its own headboard into the wall three foot from a man who had turned his telly off 4 minutes earlier.

Her arse up against my hips every time. My hand in her hair. Her pushing back into me and getting louder with it.

"Ah. Ah. Oh, God. God, that’s, ah, "

"That’s it."

"Danny, "

"Say it again."

"Danny."

She said my name about 6 times in a row without being asked to, which she has done exactly once before, down a phone line, in the dark, with the phone on the pillow beside her head.

And she was loud the entire way through it.

Not performing it. She had stopped being able to help it.

Then she came again with her forehead on her own forearm and her cunt going on my cock in waves, and she said my name about 4 times and none of them quietly.

And I had to stop and hold still inside her with my thumbs on her hips, or that would have been the end of me.

"Don’t you dare," she said into the mattress.

"I’m not."

"You are, I can feel you doing it." She was breathing like she’d run somewhere. "Get out."

"What?"

"Get out, I want to do something."

She came off me and turned round and put me flat on my back.

"Right. Your turn." She was already going down me. "And you’re not allowed to be quiet either. That’s the rule now. I’ve had to do it, so you’re doing it."

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