Hot Sexy Neighbor Novels & Stories

I walked back to my apartment with his taste still on my lips and the heavy ache of want pulsing between my legs. Lying in bed later, I slipped my hand into my panties and rubbed my swollen clit in fast circles, moaning softly into my pillow as I imagined Sinclair’s thick cock finally pushing inside me, stretching me, filling me, making me his. The orgasm crashed over me hard, but even as I came, I knew it wouldn’t be enough for long. The hot neighbor next door was quickly becoming everything I needed — and I was terrified of how much I already craved him.

After a series of muffled kissing sounds, Julian replied, “That’s what makes it thrilling. “These past years, Clara has become increasingly dull. Only you make me feel alive again...”

My name is Neil Gates. Home alone for the summer, I'd stepped onto the balcony one afternoon looking for a thrill. I pulled myself out, scanning the windows across the way for the young wives in the opposite building, settling on a target to fuel my fantasy. Just as I was furiously working myself while watching a woman in nothing but her bra and panties, a crisp, clear laugh rang out. Startled, I quickly tucked myself away. Following the sound, I spotted a soft, innocent-looking eighteen-year-old girl standing on the neighboring balcony, staring at me in shock.

Edward teased. Richard rolled his eyes in exasperation. His patience had run out. "Stop talking. Hurry up and take a shower! I'll be waiting for you in the lobby," Richard said and left without waiting for his friend to respond. Edward and Richard were actually neighbors. Both of them chose the One Hyde Park Penthouse as their residence several years ago. Edward had his reasons for choosing that place. Besides its premium location, the penthouse had fantastic facilities. Equipped with bulletproof glass, secret rooms, and 24-hour security guarded by the specially trained personnel of the British Special Forces, it was the best choice for him, being the son of a conglomerate.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

Then Dad’s voice, low and rough, the same tone he used when he was on a work call but angrier, hungrier. “You like that, don’t you? Taking every fucking inch like a good girl.” My stomach flipped. Heat flooded between my legs before my brain could even process what I was hearing. I crept up the stairs, phone already in my hand like some automatic reflex. The master bedroom door was cracked open just enough for a sliver of lamplight to spill into the hallway. I pressed my back to the wall, heart hammering so loud. Through the gap I saw her first, Ms. Hendricks, our ridiculously hot divorced neighbor from three doors down. Forty-something and with a pilates body, always in those tight white te

As unbelievable as it was there he was my sweet lovely boyfriend Caspian standing against the bed while thrusting into the woman beneath him. Just as I was still watching him I was taken back to see the lady beneath him was our neighbor. Katrina, Noticing them made me freeze with my eyes being the only functional part of my body. I watched as they fucked each other. I wanted to make them aware of my presence but my legs weren't just moving. “Yh… fuck me.. spank me Daddy”.. she screamed while her legs are tighten up around Caspian's waist and Caspian groaned more loudly pounding her pussy.

"Everly, about the other night. What I said at the restaurant. I meant it. This stopped feeling fake to me somewhere between the gnocchi and walking you to your door." Her pulse stumbled. "Nathaniel—" "I know we have rules," he said quickly, gently, like he was trying to head off her objection before it fully formed. "I know this was supposed to end in three weeks with a handshake and both of us going back to being neighbors who wave in the parking lot. I just don't think I want that ending anymore." Everly stood there in the lobby, morning light slanting through the glass doors, Priya's warning still ringing in her ears, and realized with a jolt that she didn't want that ending either.

Saw our joined hands. A slow, dangerous smile curled his mouth. I let go of Joe’s hand. Walked straight to the neighbor. Stopped inches from him. “Teach my husband how to fuck like a man,” I said. The room went still. Joe made a small, broken sound behind me. The neighbor set his bottle down. Looked past me to Joe. Then back to me. “You sure about this?” I answered by reaching up, curling my fingers around the back of his neck, and pulling him down into a kiss. Deep. Dirty. Tongue sliding against his like I was starving.

Casey, an 18-year-old girl, is drawn to her confident 24-year-old neighbor. After dinner, he invites her into his room, where their connection deepens. He skillfully guides her through intimate moments, awakening her senses and emotions ******************** The air was thick with anticipation as Casey stood in the doorway of her new neighbor’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm amber hue over the space, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture and the scattered books that hinted at his intellect.