Beg For You

T H O M A S

Her walls are so thin it's like they're not even there. I can hear every little sound. Every breath. Every moan. Every whimper. I despised this ability because it’s annoying to hear others even if you don’t mean to, but right now, for once, I am grateful for my enhanced hearing.

And then, she says my name, and I can't help myself. I rush to the bathroom door, press my ear against it, unzip my pants, and stroke myself to the symphony of her pleasure echoing in the room.

I glance down, watching myself move in my hand. The heat spreads through me, fueled by thoughts of Hera. A drop of pre-come forms at the tip, and I use it as lubrication, imagining it's her wetness enveloping me completely.

"Hera," I murmur, my forehead against the door as her voice rises, a melody I never want to end. I absorb every sound.

My fist tightens against the door, and as desire peaks, my breath quickens. I grip myself tighter, picturing her tightness, and when her climax hits, I lose myself in ecs