Thin Walls Loud Moans: Chapter 1

MIA

I was pathetic.

That was the only thought running through my head as I lay spread-eagled on my bed at 1:47 a.m., completely naked now, legs bent and wide open, three fingers frantically pumping in and out of my dripping, aching pussy.

Thump… Thump… Thump… Thump…

The sound of Jax's headboard slamming violently against our shared wall was loud, rhythmic, and merciless. Every powerful thrust made my own bed shake slightly. I could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the filthy moans of whatever girl he was destroying tonight.

"Fuck, Jax! Yes! Oh my god, you're so deep— harder! Please fuck me harder!" she screamed like a pornstar.

My pussy clenched hard around my fingers. A fresh gush of arousal spilled out, running down my ass and soaking the sheets. I was dripping. Absolutely soaked. My clit was swollen and throbbing so badly it hurt. I rubbed it in fast, desperate circles with my other hand while matching the rhythm of his thrusts through the wall.

The friction was building something fierce inside me. My body was on fire. Every time his headboard crashed against the wall, I felt it in my core. It was like he was fucking me too, like I was connected to him through these thin walls that separated our apartments.

Jealousy burned through me like acid.

This was the third different woman this week. Fourth this month. I knew because I heard every single one of them. I knew exactly how Jax fucked — rough, deep, dominant. He didn't make love. He claimed. He ruined. And God, did I want to be ruined by him.

I had watched him in the hallway before. Tall, muscular, with dark eyes that seemed to see right through you. His strong jaw, his full lips, the way his muscles flexed when he moved. Everything about him screamed danger and raw sex. The way he carried himself like he owned every room he walked into made my panties wet instantly.

"Take that fucking cock like a good little whore," his deep, gravelly voice growled through the thin wall, clear as if he was standing right beside my bed.

A broken whimper tore from my throat. My fingers moved faster, plunging deeper, curling against that sensitive spot inside me. My juices made loud, obscene squelching sounds that embarrassed me even though no one could hear. I was so wet, so desperate, so aching for him.

God, I hate you, Jax.

But I didn't hate him. I craved him. I wanted to be the one screaming his name. I wanted those big, rough hands gripping my hips, leaving bruises. I wanted that thick cock stretching my tight pussy open until I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted his dirty words whispered against my ear while he pounded me senseless into the mattress.

I imagined it so vividly:

Him kicking open my bedroom door. Him grabbing me by my hair and pulling me to his body. Him throwing me on the bed and spreading my legs wide open without asking permission. Him slamming every inch of his huge dick into me while calling me his personal cumslut. I imagined him choking me lightly with his big hand around my throat, spanking my ass until it turned red, filling me with load after load of hot cum until it leaked out of me for days.

My body trembled at the thought.

My nipples were rock hard, aching so badly I wanted to cry. I pinched one roughly, twisting it as I fucked myself faster. I was moving my fingers in and out of my wet hole with animal desperation now. My other hand was working my clit in tight circles, building the pressure higher and higher.

The girl next door was getting louder, more desperate, more broken.

"Yes! Right there— fuck, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, Jax! I'm cumming— I'm cumming so hard!" she screamed like she was losing her mind.

Her orgasmic scream ripped through the wall like a knife. She sounded like she was being destroyed in the best way possible. She sounded like she was in heaven.

That should be me, I thought desperately. That should be MY voice screaming his name like that.

I increased my pace, fucking myself harder. My hand was covered in my juices now. The bed was soaked. I didn't care. I was too far gone, too deep in this fantasy to care about anything except reaching that edge.

I could hear him grunting on the other side of the wall. Deep, powerful sounds that made my pussy clench. He sounded like an animal. A beast. Someone who was in complete control but also completely consumed by pleasure.

My body was on fire. Every nerve ending was burning. The pressure building inside me was almost unbearable. I was so close. So fucking close.

"You like that? You like my big cock filling your little pussy?" Jax's voice came through the wall again, rough and commanding.

I whimpered. My fingers moved faster. Harder. Deeper.

That pushed me over the edge.

My own orgasm hit me like a freight train. I shoved my face into the pillow to muffle my loud, pathetic cry as my pussy spasmed violently around my fingers. My entire body convulsed. Hot juices squirted out, soaking my hand and the sheets beneath me. My thighs shook uncontrollably. My vision went white. I saw stars. Every muscle in my body tensed and released. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me like an ocean while I imagined it was Jax's thick cock buried deep inside me instead of just my fingers.

I screamed into the pillow, my body riding out the intense waves of pleasure. This was the hardest I had come all week. All month, maybe.

When it finally faded, I was a trembling, sweaty mess. My chest heaved. My skin was covered in sweat. My legs were shaking so badly I could barely move.

Silence fell on the other side of the wall for a few seconds.

Then I heard Jax's low, guttural groan as he came. That deep, masculine sound that always made my pussy flutter and clench even after I'd just orgasmed. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. It made me want him even more.

I pulled my soaked fingers out slowly, staring at the ceiling with tears of frustration burning in my eyes. My chest heaved up and down. My body was satisfied but my mind was in complete torment. This wasn't enough anymore. It would never be enough.

I could hear him moving around on the other side of the wall. Hear him say something to the girl. Hear her laugh. Then I heard the sound of the shower turning on.

This couldn't continue. Not like this.

Four months of this torture. Four months of listening to him fuck random girls every other night while I came moaning his name into my pillow like a desperate whore. I was soaked every single time. My panties were constantly ruined. I couldn't even look at him in the hallway without getting wet.

This was destroying me. Slowly but surely.

I sat up, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to break free. My thighs were sticky with my own cum. My pussy was still pulsing, still aching for something much bigger, much thicker. Something only he could give me.

I looked at the wall separating us.

Enough.

I was done being the pathetic girl next door who only got him through the wall. I was done listening. I was done imagining. I was done touching myself and pretending it was him.

Tonight, I was going to do something about it. Tonight, I was going to take control.

Even if it meant knocking on his door at 2 a.m. in nothing but an oversized t-shirt with my pussy still dripping.

I stood up on shaky legs, my body still trembling from my orgasm. I pulled the big t-shirt over my head and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed bright red. My nipples were still hard and prominent. My hair was a complete mess. My lips were swollen. My eyes were dark with desire and need.

I looked like a girl who had just been fucked.

And I was about to offer myself to the man who'd been unknowingly tormenting me for the last four months.

My heart raced with nervousness and filthy excitement. My pussy was already starting to get wet again just thinking about what I was about to do.

This was either going to be the hottest night of my life…

Or the most humiliating mistake I'd ever make.