I dragged the guy off me. “Sorry, mate.” I sighed before leaving him on the bed with a blissed-out smile on his face.
Grabbing a towel from the hook on the door, I tied it around my waist as another insistent knock echoed into my small room.
Perfect. He must be really annoyed.
I swung open the door, smirking as I met the fuming glare of my neighbour.
“Excuse me,” Harry said, tipping his head back to look at me.
His voice was posh. Cambridge posh. Another one of those types.
I thought he would be like me, especially with him living in this shithole of a building and all. Raised in dirt, unable to get rid of the stink of my past, no matter how much I tried to change.
“Yes?” I hitched a brow, noticing the way his eyes were determined to stay fixed on mine. I was hoping Harry would glance down at the outline of my cock pressed against the towel, or notice how I was sweaty and panting from the guy sucking me off. I’d been close to coming, putting on a show to see if my neighbour would respond. The guy was so confused about why I was banging the wall and shaking the bed that it was funny, and it was worth it to make Harry all puffed up.
“You’re being rather loud,” he said with an adorable pout.
He was seriously cute. I looked down at him, the top of his head just reaching my nose. His beard, chestnut tinged with auburn, was as frazzled as his hair, and his earthy brown eyes flashed with rage.
“Oh, am I?” I asked as I folded my arms and leant on the door frame. “But it's so late. Why aren't you asleep?”
“I need to work,” he huffed.
“It’s two am,” I replied.
He straightened his back, matching my pose, arms folded, shoulders wide, giving me the full package.
I loved how his tight shirt pulled against his chest, showing his stomach and the width of his arms. It wasn’t muscle that bulked him out, and I could imagine how sweet it would be to gather him up and kiss him until he squirmed.
“I am aware.” He blew a sharp breath out of the corner of his mouth. “But sincesomeonekept me up last night, I have to work.”
“What a coincidence!” I clapped my hands together. “Someone woke me up too!” I left out the fact that it was at 7am every single morning when he showered and the pipes groaned through my flat. Though watching him leave in the morning with wet hair and pink cheeks was always a treat.
Harry's glare deepened, his jaw hardening, and I was sure he would have growled at me if he didn’t seem so polite.
“Could you be quiet, at least?” he said, wonderfully pissed off.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I tilted my head. “I didn’t realise I was keeping anyone up.”
“You didn’t?” he replied slowly, narrowing his eyes, which only made me want to push him more. “You mean you hadno idea that the loud moaning and thumping wasn’t keeping anyone up?”
“Hmmm, well, if it bugs you so much, you could always come and join us?”
I could literally feel the shock whipping through him as his whole body stiffened. Satisfaction filled me as his anger morphed into surprise and a more vibrant shade of red tinged his skin.
Harry’s lips parted as he gasped, taking a step back, holding up his palms. “N-No, that’s okay,” he said, his voice hiking.
“To be honest, Sasha downstairs asked me to keep it down.” I shrugged, moving closer to him, hoping to take him off guard with my raw, unfiltered sex appeal. “But I’ve never been good at following orders, if you know what I mean?”
We stared at each other, his shallow breaths shaking as I waited for his reply. Tension shimmered between us and the small noise he made as I chuckled nearly had me ripping off my towel to show him what I thought of it. But Harry caught himself, huffing through his nose. “So, if I ask you to be quiet, then…?”
“Hmmm.” I put my finger to my lips. “I guess I could keep it down. The problem is my partners get really excited. I have such fantastic… techniques. It just comes naturally, you know?” I threw him a wink, loving the way his eyes dropped to avoid me, only to land on my chest, flare, and shoot straight back up again.
The poor guy didn't know what to do with himself. And it was hard to stifle my laugh.
“How about you give me your number?” I smirked again. “Then I can text you whenever I’m bringing someone over.” Or pester him until he admitted he wanted me and let me have my way with him.
“I’d rather not.” Harry brushed me off with another glare. He wasn't fooling me. I'd already riled him up enough that those shallow breaths could easily be turned into moans.
