The Neighbor Across the Window | Part 9: He Texted Me

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

And just when I think I can’t take another second, he turns.

He looks straight at me.

Right at my window.

A slow, deliberate smirk curls across his lips like he’s proud of what he’s doing. Like this whole thing.....her bent over, the rough pace, the way her tits bounce with every thrust.....is for me. He holds my gaze. Doesn’t slow down. Just keeps fucking her.

I hate him.

I hate that I’m still hard. I hate that my mouth waters. I hate the way my stomach flips because I know that smirk. I’ve seen it every time he made me choke on his cock. I’ve felt it in the way his hand curls behind my neck. And now he’s giving it to her?

Fuck that.

I tear myself away from the window. Draw the curtain like I’m cutting a wire. My heart’s still racing, but I’m not giving him the satisfaction. He doesn’t get to make me feel like this. Not tonight.

I drop onto the couch and press play on the movie I never finished. Something stupid and sweet with soft lighting and long stares. The kind of shit you watch when you want to pretend feelings don’t hurt.

Somewhere between the cheesy kiss and the airport reunion, I pass out. Hoodie bunched under my chin, phone clutched in my hand, lips dry, jaw sore. My body felt like it was buzzing with something unfinished.

A sharp ding wakes me up.

Groggy, I blink at the screen. It's been about forty-five minutes. My phone lights up again.

It’s him.

Adam:
I didn’t get my daily dose of blowjob today, my throat goat.

My stomach tightens. I stare at the message. A few seconds pass. Then I type back, cold:

Me:
Why, fucking her didn’t make you cum?

His reply comes almost immediately.

Adam:
Hahaha. I did. But not as intense as I cum with you.
Come over. Stop sulking.

And then a photo.

His cock straining against his underwear. Thick. Hard. Bulging under the soft cotton like it knows I’m looking. He’s lying on the same bed he just fucked her on.

Adam:
I’m waiting…

I don’t reply.

I don’t even think.

I just get up, grab my keys, and go.

Fuck being pissed off, I was craving his cock.

Two minutes later, I’m in the hallway outside his place. His door is already cracked open like he knew I was coming. Like he planned this.

“Come on in, Leo,” he calls from inside, voice lazy, cocky.

I step in.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed. Shirtless. Legs wide. His grey trunks are doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his dick.....thick, long, angry. His abs tighten when he sees me.

“C’mon, throat goat,” he grins. “I missed you.”

I don’t speak. I just drop to my knees between his legs and nuzzle my face into his bulge. My cheek brushes the heat of it through the fabric. My lips drag over the length. I breathe him in.

“My cock says hello,” he mutters, pulling it out for me.....already hard, already leaking, already twitching.

And I don’t tease. I don’t stall. I wrap my lips around the head and sink down deep, swallowing him like I’ve needed this all day. Like I’ve been craving the weight of him in my throat more than food or air.

His hand lands gently behind my head, not pushing, just holding.

“You’re the best throat I’ve ever put my dick in,” he murmurs, low and smug. “Fuck, Leo…”

And I moan. Because it hurts how good that feels. Because I hate that it still means something.

His hips shift. His breath stutters. My lips stretch wider, deeper, wetter.....

But then.

A noise.

Behind me.

The bathroom door.

It creaks open.

I freeze.

Footsteps. Light. Bare.

And then.....

She walks out, towel-drying her hair. Her skin is flushed. She’s wearing his T-shirt. His boxers. She looks at me on my knees, my lips wrapped around his cock.

And she laughs.

“I told you to wait,” she says with a smirk. “You guys already started?”

Part 10 : I'll just watch

Content Note:
In this story, the narrator watches his neighbor engaged in intimate acts with a woman. Both participants are fully aware of the narrator’s presence. It is revealed in this part that the encounter was intentionally performed for the narrator to witness. The scene is entirely consensual and does not depict any form of non-consensual voyeurism or boundary violation.