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, stepping out of the bathroom in Adam’s oversized T-shirt and a pair of boxers I recognize from the laundry he never does. Her hair is damp and wild, skin still glowing from the shower. She looks like sex, like comfort, like she’s been here a hundred times before.
My lips are still wrapped around Adam’s cock. I freeze.
Tracy tilts her head, amused. “You guys already started?”
I don’t move. Don’t breathe. My heart’s a hammer in my throat, and I don’t know if it’s panic or arousal that makes my cock twitch in my jeans.
Adam doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t cover me. Doesn’t even pretend to be surprised. He just smiles lazily and runs his hand over my hair. “Couldn’t help it. Look at that mouth. No gag, no teeth. Perfect grip.”
She raises an eyebrow, crossing the room slowly, towel still slung around her neck. “You weren’t kidding.”
Adam leans back slightly, shifting his hips. “Watch this.....hey, Leo. Show her how you cup your lips.”
I glance up, unsure, but his hand slides behind my neck again and gently guides me.
“Just like that. No teeth, baby. Keep your tongue soft underneath.”
I moan around him, doing exactly as he says. Tracy’s breath catches. “Holy shit,” she whispers. “He's like... really good.”
Adam chuckles. “Told you.”
My eyes flick to her. She doesn’t look surprised. In fact, she’s smiling. “Adam told me what you do,” she says, walking slowly to the dresser, towel slung around her shoulders. “Said you’re… really good. Said I could learn a thing or two from watching.”
She grabs her hairbrush from the dresser, leans against the wall, and watches like she’s got nowhere else to be. Eyes locked on my mouth, my hands gripping Adam’s thighs, spit glistening on his cock.
I don’t know what’s hotter....her quiet awe or Adam’s pride.
“God,” she murmurs, brushing her curls out slowly, “you ever take deepthroating lessons?. I've got to learn how to do that.”
Adam smirks. “He's a pro..”
“Show her how deep you can go,” he says, brushing my hair off my forehead. “Come on, my cure throat goat.”
I pull back, gasping, a long wet string connecting my lips to his tip. Tracy’s eyes follow every motion. She’s sitting now on the edge of the chair, legs crossed, arms folded, curious and flushed. “I’ve… never been able to go that deep,” she murmurs, mostly to herself. “He wasn’t lying.”
He brushes my hair back, watching me work. “Use your hand now...there you go. Twist a little. Yeah, just like that.”
My cheeks hollow. My throat relaxes. I take him deeper until my nose grazes his skin and his cock pulses against my tongue.
“Fuck, baby,” Adam groans. “You feel that? That’s all you.”
Tracy crosses her legs on the chair, resting her chin in her hand, eyes wide. “This is better than porn.”
I glance at her and hum in agreement. Her watching doesn't feel like an interruption anymore.....it feels like validation.
I pull off him with a gasp, spit connecting us. “You still learning?”
She smirks. “Taking notes.”
I smirk. It’s stupid, but I feel proud. Like this is my thing. My talent. My revenge for what I saw earlier.
Adam looks down at me, thumb brushing my jaw. “You good?”
I nod, licking up his shaft. “Better than good.”
“Think you deserve a little more than just tasting me tonight?” he asks.
I pause. Look up at him.
He grins. “You think I can fuck you now?”
I swallow hard. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask since the day you moved in.”
He leans forward, cups my face, and kisses my forehead....not my mouth, not yet. “Get on the bed.”
I crawl backwards onto the mattress, stripping off my shirt. My chest heaves. Adam peels off his briefs and follows, all heat and hunger and slick confidence.
Tracy doesn’t move.
She stays.
Sits back in the chair, brushing through her hair, one leg tucked under her. Casual. Beautiful. Like this is just the evening's entertainment.
Adam kisses my chest, my throat, my stomach, then reaches for the lube in the drawer. He slicks up his fingers and starts working me open with slow, deep strokes, his mouth trailing kisses across my skin. His other hand squeezes my thigh, keeping me steady, focused.
“You want it?” he murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes burn.
He lines himself up and pushes in slowly, watching every twitch of my face. My back arches. My hands grip his arms. I moan.
“Shit, Leo,” he groans. “You’re so tight.”
He fucks me deep, slow, deliberate. Like he’s writing a memory into my body. Like this means something...but we’re not saying what.
Tracy watches the whole thing.
Quiet. Still. Her eyes follow every motion, every moan. When Adam picks up the pace, when I cry out, when I stroke myself beneath him...she shifts forward slightly, her mouth parted.
“You like an audience?” Adam growls into my ear.
“Yes.”
He thrusts harder, sweat dripping from his brow, his muscles tight and flexed above me.
“You like knowing she’s watching me fuck you like this? Knowing she’s seeing how much you need it?”
“Fuck,” I pant. “Yes…”
His grip tightens on my hips. He slams into me, making the bed groan, my moans louder with every stroke.
“Touch yourself,” he orders.
I do. I’m close. Too close.
“Adam....fuck..I’m.....”
“Cum for me,” he whispers, biting my shoulder.
I break. I shatter. I cry out as I spill across my stomach, my body jerking beneath him. He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it—rougher, rawer, until he gasps, hips stuttering, and spills deep inside me.
We collapse.
Breathing hard. Slick with sweat. Pressed together.
There’s a quiet beat. Then Tracy stands, stretching her arms above her head.
“Well,” she says, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Guess I did learn a few things.”
I laugh weakly, still catching my breath. “You… gonna stay?”
“Nah,” she says, reaching for her phone charger. “Early flight back to Arizona tomorrow.”
She slips on her heels, gives Adam a little wink. “Hope you don’t mind...I’m stealing your shirt. And your boxers. Souvenirs.”
Adam just grins. “You always take my shit.”
She waves it off. “You’ll live.”
At the door, she pauses. “Fun night,” she says, glancing at both of us. “You boys are... honestly kind of hot together.”
And just like that, she’s gone.
The door clicks shut.
Adam and I lie in the stillness, bodies touching, breaths slowing.
After a moment, he turns his head toward me. “You staying?”
I roll onto my side. “You want me to?”
He shrugs. “I don't think you can walk after what you just took in.”
I grin. “Fuck, I'm shaking.”
He shifts, grabs the blanket, and tosses it over both of us.
And in the dark, just as I’m drifting off, I hear his voice again; low and casual, like he’s planning something. “Tomorrow,” he says, brushing a hand down my spine. “You’re blowing me before work. Not after. Take care of my early morning wood.”
I snort into the pillow. “Greedy.”
“You started it,” he murmurs.
And neither of us says anything else. But I’m pretty sure I’d be tasting Adam every day....before work, after, or anytime he was hard and needed me.
I'm officially obsessed with my neighbor and he's not so straight anymore.
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