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I hear that fucking moan she lets out. The same moan I’ve heard almost every night since I moved here. The same moan that haunts my damn dick. He hears it and it’s like a fucking free for all. I go instantly hard. So far, I’ve resisted jacking off to her noises. It hasn’t been easy. I close my eyes and try to blot out her whimpering that I hear through the wall—whimpers along with that damn hum of her vibrator. She needs a man, a real dick thrusting deep inside of her, driving her to the edge, not some silicone wanna-be.
“Yess…”
That muffled cry is nearly my undoing. I have the strongest urge to go over there and bury myself deep inside of her. I want to plant myself so deep that my balls are drenched in the wetness dripping from her pussy. Maybe then I could fuck this need out of my system.
“More! I need more!” she cries and if I didn’t know better, I would think she’s putting on this damn show just to torture me. I don’t think that’s the case though. I’ve never been here since she moved in. There’s no way she could know how thin our walls are. The rest of the house seems solid. I can’t hear her in any other part—and I hate it, but I’ve actually tried. It’s only these two rooms that seem to be the weak spot.
What would she do if she knew I could hear her making herself come? Would it excite her more? Would she get even wetter? Or would she go shy and stop?
The urge to find out nearly strangles me. I’m already lying on the bed, curled into my damn wall to listen to her. What would be the harm in taking that one step? The step to show her I’m listening…
“Need more,” she whines, her voice broken.
The volume of the hum has increased. It seems my neighbor’s toy isn’t working like it normally does. I look over at the half empty bottle of tequila I’ve downed since Ryan went to bed. I seem to do that more and more. It helps numb the loneliness, erase the memories… I’m way too drunk to be dealing with this shit tonight. I need to go take a cold shower and stop listening to that fucking voice in my head. The one that tells me I could make her come just by my voice. The one that has me pushing my hand into my gym shorts, wrapping it around my cock and squeezing. I hold my cock so tight that it’s painful, choking the cum, willing the hunger to go away.
I hear a crash of something hit against the other side of my wall, I freeze. The humming instantly dies.
She threw her vibrator because it wasn’t enough.
She’s in the room next to mine probably naked, definitely primed for more and hungry for it.
I close my eyes. It doesn’t take very much imagination at all to pull her up in my mind. That gorgeous wavy hair strung across her pillow, her curvy, sexy as fuck and completely feminine body naked and glistening from a sheen of sweat that the hunger has created. Those large, round breasts rising and falling with need, her hips thrusting forward...
I can see her almost as clear as if she were lying in my bed right beside me.
Damn it.
I let go of my cock. Looks like neither of us will be satisfied tonight.5Rory“Damn it!” I growl holding my finger that I just pinched in the plastic recycling bin by my house.
“Something wrong?”
My body jerks tight as that silky voice hits my back. I don’t know what shocks me more. It’s either the way his voice seems to slide deep inside of me and wrap around those secret parts that I’ve never shown anyone… or the fact that he’s speaking to me at all.
“I’m fine,” I mutter, not really wanting to talk to him.
He may not know it, but he’s keeping me up all night and has for weeks. I might feel better about it, if I could figure out why my body seems to be fascinated by this man. He’s an ass and yeah, he’s a good looking one, but he is still an ass. Maybe it’s my fault. I’ve gone too long without any outside interaction. I haven’t had a date in so long that I can’t remember when it was. I decline all offers to go out… I need to stop doing that. Maybe if I start going out and maybe even date my fascination with my grouchy neighbor will be over.
“You sound… frustrated,” he says, as this grin takes over his face, that both excites me and scares me.
“Uh… No, not really. I… What kind of game are you playing?” I ask him, deciding to just ask him outright.
