you lay sprawled in your bed, sheets rumpled beneath you as your knees drifted farther apart, your hips tipped upward as you rubbed yourself at a quicker pace.
you looked at the open curtains from your bed, your vulnerability was on full display just in case the man next door wanted to watch. he was married, faithful, and unfortunately monogamous, but he’s also a man. he’d enjoy seeing something like this, right?
you pictured him right there, telling you what to do. that tattooed hand settled over yours, while his focus never left your face. a cute soft moan escapes the back of your throat as you grind into your palm.
it used to be so so easy to get off. you had options; using your fingers, rubbing yourself or grinding against a pillow. it was a little time consuming when you’d use your pillow, you’d find a good position with the perfect pressure and angles. you’d read smut abt your favorite character & imagine grinding against them. now look at you, you’re not only thinking of your neighbor but you get off to the thought of him watching you.
In your mind, he asks you to look at him as he speaks to you, no matter how good it may feel.
he’d suggest for you to add a finger or two, and he didn’t look away for a second. the moment you did, it showed on your face. your eyes rolled, head tipping back against the bed frame as a quiet sigh slipped from your parted lips. he’d start rubbing circles on your clit, praising you for how wet you are for him. you’d catch the faint shine on your fingers each time they moved, the rhythm you set started to cause you to slowly grow closer and closer as your lower half started to tremble. your breaths grew uneven, sounds slipping out louder now, matching the growing pace he set, urging you on even as you struggled to keep up.
“i’m trying,” you whined as your legs drew in, instinctively closing around your wrist. “my legs are shaking!”
“i know that, but you have to focus on me. stop running from what makes you feel good, baby.”
he’d watched as you chase the feeling until it crested and passed through you. you barely had time to breathe before you’ll soon realize he wasn’t done, not when you were still wet, still sensitive, and definitely not when he knew you had one more left in you.
you imagined his tongue gliding over your pussy, the way his grip would steady you when your legs started to shake. he’d savor every sound you make, every breathy moan when you say his name. the mess of it, the intimacy, the way he never rushed, all played in your head. he would happily lick up your cum and juices, while coating your pussy with his own saliva.
he’ll moan as you tug him closer, guiding and holding his head. his movements were unpredictable to say the least, constantly changing to bring you to newer heights of pleasure, and your body would surrender. your muscles grew slack, legs trembling once again, caught in the rhythm of another intense climax.
but that was only how you imagined it.
in reality, you pitched forward as your orgasm washed through you. then you fell back against the bed, spent. as you lay there, breathing through it, you notice that your neighbor’s bedroom light is now on.
you must be imagining things, right? right?
wrong.
your neighbor is very much in front of the window, leaning forward slightly, wiping around his mouth with a careless swipe before spitting into his hand. his eyes were fixed on you. you could see the slick trace of his own spit had dribbled down his jaw and into his grey stubble. you watched the way his chest rose and fell a little as he parts his thighs, gripping the base of his dick.
hmm… maybe he needed a hand. or maybe he needed you.
