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Book 1: Fuck with the Neighbour Upstairs
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2025-09-05 02:01:17Maya lay restless in her bed the cool silk sheets clinging to her skin as if they wanted to remind her of every inch of emptiness she carried with her tonight. Her body felt unbearably hot, her breasts tight benea.th the thin strap of her tank top nípples brushing against the fabric with every frustrated shift of her body. Weeks had turned into months since she had last been touched since she had last felt the familiar pressure of strong hands holding her down filling her with a release she couldn’t give herself. The absence gnawed at her more tonight than ever leaving her throbbing with an ache that refused to be ignored.
With a quiet groanMaya pushed the shet aside and let her hand wander hesitating only briefly before slipping it under the waistband of her shorts. Her fingertips brushed against the damp cotton of her panties and her breath caught sharply in her throat. She hadn’t realized just how wét she was how her body had been begging in silence all day for something more than the comfort of her own hand. The slightest pressure on her swollen clít sent a shockwave through her belly her hips instinctively lifting toward her touch as if her fingers alone were not enough.
She closed her eyes letting her mind drift trying to picture something anything that could take her further into that burning need clawing through her body. She thought about strong arms pinning her down, rough lips dragging against the curve of her throat, a deep voice whispering filthy promises into her ear. The images flooded her brain until she could no longer distinguish fantasy from reality and her moans slipped free despite her attempt to swallow them back.
Then above her,she heard the sound of a floorboard creaking shattered her fragile haze. Her hand froze She sucked in a sharp breath, blinking up at the ceiling. The noise had come from the room directly above her her tenant’s room.
Maya had almost forgotten she wasn’t alone in the house anymore. Just last week she had rented out the upstairs room to a man she knew very little about. He had been polite but brief when he’d come to sign the lease, giving her nothing more than his first name Liam. She remembered the way his handshake had lingered a little too long, the way his eyes an arresting shade of green had trailed over her curves like he was imagining how she might taste. Tattoos had climbed the length of his muscular forearm, vanishing under the sleeve of a snug black T-shirt that had looked ready to tear apart at the seams.
She had not seen much of him since, just the occasional glipse whenhe returned home late at night sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead, gym bag slung over his shoulder. He was younger than her by at least seven or eight years, but the raw energy he carried in his gaze had made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t wanted to admit. She had told herself to forget it, to keep her distance, to remind herself that he was nothing more than a tenant. But now, lying here with her hand pressed against the needy swell between her thighs, she couldn’t ignore the fmact that he was only a thin ceiling away.
And then she heard sound so primal that her body reacted before her brain did. A low groan muffled but distinct rolling through the silence of the night. Her heart pounded in her chest as the realization hit her Liam was touching himself.
Her breath came faster her lips parting in shock and arousal all at once. The soft rhythm of her fingers returned, moving against her clít in time with the faint sound of bedsprings she could now make out above. She squeezed her eyes shut and pictured him lying naked in bed broad chest rising and falling with each stroke of his hand, his cóck hard and heavy as his fist slid over it. She imagined the strained look of pleasure twisting across his face the soft curse of his voice echoing in her ears, the way he would grip the sheets when he was close.
Her hips lifted off the mattress as she chased the fantasy her body trembling with need. A whimper escaped her throat betraying her even as she tried to muffle it with her pillow.
The noise above stopped.Her eyes flew open, her blood rushing with panic. She pulled her hand away from her drenched panties and sat upr.ight in bed, her pulse thundering in her ears. For a moment there was nothing but silence until she heard it slow and deliberate footsteps descending the stairs.
Then a knock came at her bedroom door. The kind of knock that made her body freeze and her pússy clench at the same time.
Maya’s heart slammed against her ribs as the heavy knock echoed again, louder this time dragging her out of the haze of her fantasies. She sat frozen on the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her fingers trembling as she pulled the sheet over her body. Her mind screamed at her to stay quiet, to pretend she was asleep, but her body betrayed her with the sharp rise and fall of her chest and the heat that still pulsed insistently between her thighs.
The knock came again. “Open the door, Maya.”
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