The Sexy Hunk Next Door - 2

I told myself that I would forget it, that it was a one time, in the heat of the moment lapse in sanity. That if I pretended it never happened, it would some how fade into some dark and forgotten part of my mind.

I believed it enough for a while, until the image of him kept playing in my mind. I didn't bother remembering how his hands moved or the stares he gave while stroking. What stayed on my mind was that smug look, like a promise something like this would happen again.

Days later, I heard he faint sound of keys on the door, and slowly it creaked open.

"Baby?"

I forced my voice to be steady as I replied. "In here."

My boyfriend stepped into the living room, a bag slung over one shoulder, the faint mixed scent of his cologne and the warm air of the apartment filling the air.

On one glance, I saw how tired he looked from his trip. His shoulders slagged, his face looked a little unshaven, and the sight of him should have grounded me. But the moment he smiled at me, that little devil on my shoulder whispered about the things I'd done while he was away.

He walked closer and kissed me, slow at first, then deeper, pulling back to whisper, "Missed you."

"I missed you too." I replied, my voice sounding normal enough, but my chest still felt tight.

He sat his bag down, glancing toward the window. "Oh, did I tell you? We've got new neighbours next door."

I turned towards the window with a fake look of surprise and shock, as if I hadn't already had an encounter with him. "Really?"

"Yeah, he moved in earlier. Young guy, I think. Saw him once or twice when I was moving around. He seems alright."

My throat caught for half a second before I could cover it with a nod. "Oh? I haven't noticed."

Ethan grinned, brushing it off. "Well, I'll introduce you sometime. Come on, I've been thinking about you all week."

He didn't waste time pulling me toward the bedroom. His hands were on me as soon as we crossed the threshold, stripping my shirt away, tugging down my shorts until it were on my ankle.

The bed dipped under our weight, the same sheets I'd been sprawled on with my legs spread wide just days ago. My pulse kicked up hard at the thought, and I tried to shove it away, focusing on my boyfriend instead.

He didn't tease me, he just went straight at it, already shoving his cock deep inside my pussy and groaning loudly. "You’re tight,"

I moaned in response, but the sound was tainted by guilt and the phantom heat of another man's stare.

His hands pinned my hips against his, driving into me harder, already chasing his release. My body responded, but it wasn't the same, there was no edge of danger, no forbidden rush, no thrill. Just the steady rhythm of him slamming his cock into my heat.

Soon, we were both close, almost spilling over the edge as the taste of his cock was driving me wild while my tight heat rippled through his cock, milking pleasure out of him.

I wanted more.

A faint knock echoed through the house and into the room, making us pause temporarily. We both look at each other.

"Ignore it, I'm almost there. Don't stop." I urged and my boyfriend complied, driving harder into me again. He hooked my leg above his shoulder and ran his hot, wet tongue down my thighs, causing me to shudder with pleasure and moan.

Again, the knock came in but this time it was louder, pulling us out of the moment. The knocks came again, followed by a pause, and then again. Whoever it was, they weren't leaving.

"Hold on," I muttered, slipping out from under him and pulling on the shirt I'd been wearing earlier. "I'll get rid of whoever it is." My legs still felt unsteady and stained as I padded to the front door.

The minute I opened it, I froze.

It was him. The neighbour who had been watching me.

He was up close, taller than I'd realised, broad shoulders filling the doorway. He held a small box in one hand, something wrapped neatly in brown paper with a ribbon around it.

His eyes slid over me, slowly, like he was remembering exactly what I looked like without clothes.

Before he could finish eyeing me, I shut the door behind me so my boyfriend wouldn't see him.

Heat rushed to my face, part shame, part something far more dangerous.

"Who is it?" He asked as he walked closer pulling his shirt back on.

"I don't know...."

"Don't know...?" He asked, reaching for the door handle. "Didn't you just open it?"

He pulled the door open and when he saw the neighbor outside, he smiled like he was expecting him. "It's the neighbor I told you about. Come in, man. We were just… relaxing."

Panic tightened my chest when he stepped in. "Actually—"

My boyfriend stepped aside, ushering him in like they were old friends. They soon started to exchange pleasantries and no matter how I tried to push the thought aside, I just kept seeing him naked and ripped.

I backed away, muttering something about needing to grab a drink, and slipped into the kitchen. I couldn't control my thoughts or what I felt between my legs now.

I just knew I needed space, distance from that look in the neighbour's eyes, the way every glance felt like it was pulling me back to the moment at the window.

From the kitchen doorway, I could still hear them talking. My boyfriend was laughing at something, the neighbour's voice smooth and steady, something I hadn't imagined it would be, weaving into the air like smoke. I didn't join them though, I just remained in the kitchen.

I leaned against the counter, staring down at my trembling hands, wondering how the hell I was supposed to pretend nothing had happened… when he was standing in my living room, smiling at my boyfriend like the devil he was.

And what was worse was that part of me liked it.