Hot Neighbor Obsession Novels & Stories

My mind is a riot, one obsession pulsing above all else: Tyler Bennett. I’m more exhausted than I ever am in-season, more dehydrated, more raw. Ask me to name every freckle on his skin? I could do it blindfolded. Ask me to function in the real world? That’s a cruel joke. Yet somehow, we’re aware life still moves outside these walls. Just the other day, a new neighbor moved in across the street. Took us a few days to notice, but the moment we did… the air changed. Something about him, the way he moves, the curve of his frame, tugged at a memory I couldn’t place until I did.

Ethan was getting used to the rhythm of life in his new apartment. The late-night noises, the thin walls, and the intoxicating presence of his neighbor were becoming an undeniable part of his reality. He told himself he was adjusting. That was a lie. He wasn’t adjusting. He was obsessing.

Then I heard his quiet voice beside my ear. "You won't fall." But that did nothing to calm my racing heart. Because his closeness alone was enough to make me lose the ability to think. Especially when I felt his warm breath brush against my neck with every movement. I tried to look away toward the city below. The distant lights. The towering walls. The endless black night. Anything but him. But the problem was... I could still taste his kiss on my lips. And every time I remembered the way he had pulled me into his arms...

There was simply nothing normal about him, so of course breaking into a woman's house wasn't considered a crime in his dictionary. "Then what is?" "Obsession." The answer came so easily it stole the next breath from my lungs. His head tilted slightly. "I'm obsessed with everything about you, Little Cub." His gaze lingered on mine. "Every breath. Every sound. Every sweet little treat you put between those pretty lips." My stomach tightened. "You're insane." "Already covered that." I hated how I almost smiled. I chewed the inside of my jaw, forcing myself to focus on something other than him

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

“Oh, come on. He’s probably seen worse. And besides, we’re just two girls enjoying a little eye candy.” I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my seat. “This is a disaster.” Jessica, sensing my distress, turned the phone back to herself. “It’s fine. Besides, you know he’s probably used to this by now. Look at him. The man has a fan club.” I stared at the screen for a moment longer, taking in the photo of Dino, his broad shoulders, his confident stance, the way the sunlight reflected off his skin. It made my heart race, and not in the way I wanted it to. Was I really still this affected by him?

Jasmine instantly shifted her gaze to Pedro and saw that he was busy on his laptop; it wasn't as though someone was speaking; ''I'll be serving you snack and drinks now, there's a menu beside your table, please pick your choice. '' She said, her eyes still not wavering; Jasmine's brows creased. She just realized that the woman had treated her as though she was not in there; her whole attention was focused on Pedro, who was not even looking at her. Jasmine wanted to laugh; now she understood what was going on, the woman wanted to get Pedro attention, because he's obviously wealthy and very handsome. She didn't blame her though, who wouldn't want a wealthy handsome boyfriend? Besides, she was

I'll have to find an excuse to wear it for him next time he cums - oops, come here. God! I'm so hot I'm almost trembling and it's really time to head for the bedroom. I almost make it when, "ding dong", the doorbell rings! What the Hell?? No one EVER comes to my door except Ted. I almost ignore it, but then figure I better check, just in case. I go look through the peeper. OH FUCKING GOD! It's my neighbor, Bob, the neighborhood stud! Or he would be if his damn wife, Sue, would ever get more than six feet away from him. Actually, she seems like a very nice lady, and now I'm the one being catty, but she knows what she's got, and protects it. I peek again

I definitely didn’t stop to pick up cursed garden decorations. For a full thirty seconds, I just stared at it. Maybe River sent them, perhaps I was too angry to see it lying there yesterday. I sat up slowly, heart thumping. The air smelled faintly of… smoke? I reached out but stopped halfway. What if they’re poisoned? Or cursed? Or worse… romantic. I inhaled sharply. No. Impossible. He would never... Actually, Zorin would absolutely do something this unhinged. My chest tightened. And instead of anger, a memory flashed, his mouth against my ear, the heat of him pressed against me and the way my toes curled when he whispered:

FILTHY WITH THE SEXY OLDER COP HANNAH I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this! I’ve fantasized about watching Officer Keane, my unbelievably sexy neighbor, for months. This is the first night I’ve ever dared to do it, though. Maybe it’s because I turned 18 last week. I don’t know. Does spying on your sexy cop neighbor count as an adult decision? My pussy tells me it does. Of course, my pussy is also the reason I climbed the massive tree that separates our properties and is now straddling a branch at 11 p.m. trying to get a peek at my neighbor. Maybe I should start listening to my brain more.