“You think hurting me would be fun?” Her brows rise high on her forehead.
“No, I think pleasuring you would be fun. I never said I’d hurt you.”
Frankie blushes. “This isn’t happening. Whatever it is you think you’re achieving by living here, it’s not going to work.”
I watch, trying not to smile at her pissed-off face.
She drops the container on the coffee table. “Keep the cookies. Hope you choke on one.”
And then with a slam of my apartment door, she’s gone. Seconds later, I hear her apartment door slam shut too and then I can hear her walking around. She’s stomping, opening and closing cabinets as loudly as she can. A laugh escapes me as I peel back the lid on the container and take out a homemade chocolate chip cookie. My aunt’s recipe. There was no way I was letting her leave with these. Best fucking cookies I’ve ever had.
A few hours after that, when I’ve just made my bed and prepared to lie down, I hear her again. Through the walls. I didn’t realize how thin they were. My apartment is a mirror image of hers. Our bedroom walls are joined. It’s why I wanted this one. I might have threatened and bought my way into it, making the previous owner move out within a week.
Worth every fucking penny.
“Damn him!” Frankie curses, no doubt talking about me.
And then there’s a quiet buzz. There’s only one thing I know that makes that sound.Is she?
Oh shit, she is.I hear a very faint moan. She’s in there with a vibrator.
My dick instantly hardens as I picture her teasing herself, fucking herself with the toy. My hand slides into my pants, gripping my cock. The vibrator gets louder. She’s turned it up.
Then her moans get louder too. “Shit. Oh god! Yes.”
That’s it. Don’t stop.
I keep my own sounds to myself. I don’t need her to hear me and stop what she’s doing. I free my cock, and my fist strokes up and down as I picture her spread out on a bed. Her legs wide open and the vibrator fucking into her wet cunt.
It’s when she calls out my name that I come. It’s through the wall, barely a whisper, but I know I heard it. I’ve imagined her screaming my name a million times. Nothing beats actuallyhearing it, though. Well, maybe being the one to pull it out of her…
“Fuck.” Her voice is louder. “I’m screwed.”
Yes, you are.I nod my head in agreement before I stand and make my way into the shower. Best first night in an apartment ever. Living next door to Frankie is going to be better than I ever thought.
I wait at the front of the building. I know Frankie gets home at around two pm on Wednesdays. Over the last week, I’ve been watching her comings and goings. I’ve kept as much distance as possible, letting her get used to me being next door. Only “bumping” into her in the hall or the elevator a few times.
She looks up as she makes her way down the footpath. She’s not alone. That Kevin guy is with her. I watch as he says something to her and she shakes her head.
“Frankie, got a moment?” I ask as she reaches the door to our building.
“Not really,” she says.
“It’s important,” I tell her.
“Fine, one moment. That’s all you get,” she grumbles.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to let her know I take up a lot more space in her head thanone moment. I’ve listened to her masturbate every night over the last week, and she says my name every single time.
I don’t say that, though. I like listening to her, and if she knows I can hear her, she’ll stop and that’s the last thing I want her to do.
“What do you want, Emilio?” Frankie glares at me as if I’m taking up her precious time.
“We both know what I want,” I deadpan. “I have to go to Mexico tonight.”
“And you’re telling me thisbecause?”
“I want you to come with me.”