Complex wooden puzzle of a jungle cat on the small desk in front of me.
Good light.
All of my basic needs taken care of.
And I can’t get out of my own head.
A door closes on Sabrina's side of the wall. There’s soft humming. I recognize the tune. Something catchy. A pop song that I’ve heard a million times at the café the past two days. Waverly Sweet sings it, I think.
It gets closer to the wall.
Closer.
Closer.
And then there’s something worse.
A low buzzing noise.
Buzzing, but not bees.
Steady, louder, then softer, then louder again.
Like she’s moving around something that’s vibrating.
Every last ounce of me loses all focus on anything but the sound.
Sabrina Sullivan is mere feet away from me—separated by a wall, butmere feetfrom me—and she’s using a vibrator.
My cock goes hard so fast I feel like someone punched me in the gut, but in the good way.
And that’s before I hear the low, soft, grunt-like that noise she made in the back of her throat when I was pounding into her while we were together in Hawaii.
I break out in a cold sweat, and my dick gets impossibly harder.
She’s doing this on purpose, I tell myself.She knows the walls are thin. This is psychological warfare and we are not engaging there too tonight.
My cock doesn’t get the message. It floods my brain with images of Sabrina, naked, thighs spread, pleasuring herself with a vibrator.
Is it a vibrating dildo? One of those fancy toys that’ll hit her clit and penetrate her at the same time? Or a simple bullet thing?
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Cold sweat?
No.
Full-on chills racing across my entire body while my cock leaks pre-cum and my balls tighten even harder.
I try to stare at the brightly colored puzzle pieces on the desk, but they all blur together.
I can’t see straight.
Not with that vibration coming through the walls.
It gets higher pitched, then lower pitched, then higher pitched.
Like she’s moving it to the exact right spot to—
