I Could Hear Her Through the Bedroom Wall (Female x Male) (18+ NSFW)

0:09 Simeon is well aware of what Ava and his roommate get up to behind closed doors. It's completely natural, of course. If you put two powerful, attractive humans together for enough time, it's bound to happen. He isn't sure when it happened exactly. In the beginning, he thought Ava was just another one of those people he could never reach. Perhaps even something like a friend. He cared for her, sure. But that was only natural. That was how it was always meant to be. Then, one day, he woke up with the echoes of a dream still lingering in his consciousness. It was so real. he could swear that he felt the weight of her in the bed beside him. But when he opened his eyes, she was nowhere to be found,

1:05 and his heart, not to mention his body, ached for her touch. But he had to settle for his own. After that, he would find an excuse to feel the warmth of her skin on his, no matter how brief. A brush of the hand as she lends him a pencil... a press of her shoulder when he takes a seat next to her, even a quick hug in the hallway if he's feeling bold. And before he could stop himself, he was craving Ava even more than he intended. She occupied his thoughts during the day and his fantasies during the night. No matter how much he tried to convince himself it was a bad idea, the craving grew by the day. So, no, Simeon does not have a problem with what she does, or does not do with his roommate in the next room, or with anyone else for

2:05 that matter. In fact, for the entirety of his knowledge of their relationship, he thought it was for the best. Perhaps, if he saw her with Flynn on a regular basis, he could get her out of his mind. He could finally learn to tune out the sound of her voice. let it fade into the background from having heard it so often. Of course, that was before tonight. That was before he could hear an excruciating detail, a very different way she uses her voice through the thin walls of their little shared apartment. It started off innocently enough. Simeon is deep into a book he had just picked up earlier.

2:53 and barely registers the sound of voices carrying into his room from next door. It isn't until she begins to speak that his ears perk up as eagerly as a dog. He's always enjoyed the tone of her voice, and finds it soothing somehow. He considers taking a break from the chapter and knocking on the door to say hello, but he is quite on a roll. and doesn't want to throw off his groove, so to speak. That was his first mistake. Before he knew it, the voices had gone silent.

3:32 It's not until he doesn't hear them resume that he starts to get suspicious. When he hears her moan for the first time, he thinks it might break him. He's certain Ava doesn't realize that he's home, certain that she would exercise a bit more caution... if she knew that there was a chance of being overheard. If he were a better man, he would put on a pair of headphones to cover up the sounds. If he were a better man, he would do whatever he could to drown her out, preserve her modesty, respect her privacy. He doesn't mean to picture her spread out on his bed, looking up at him with those eyes of hers that he can never quite seem to get out of his head.

4:21 He doesn't mean to imagine that it's his fingers buried inside of her, his tongue tasting her sweetness and pulling those beautiful sounds from her pretty little mouth. He doesn't mean to slide the zipper on his slacks down, to free the growing bulge beneath them, to wrap his hand around his aching hook. But it turns out, Simeon is not a better man. He pushes himself out of the chair and flaps over onto his bed, his book quite forgotten for the time being. If he focuses, he can hear her breathing, jagged and unsteady. He can pick out her small whines and mules, each sound sending more blood rushing south. He squeezes his eyes shut, and he can almost see her there, naked and needy, only for him.

5:22 He focuses on the head at first, its dribbling out small droplets of crystal clear fluid that he spreads around as he imagines he's teasing at her dripping entrance. Simeon is under no illusions about his own looks, and he's certainly not ignorant about his size. She would have been nearly helpless with need for him to even fit, so wet that she's begging him to fuck her. But the thought does nothing but make him even harder. He can almost see the way the thick tip of his cock slides along her lips, gathering as much natural lubrication as it can to ease his way, perhaps dipping in once or twice just to hear the way she gasps. And she does, loud and brazen in the next room, as he pushes inside of the picture in his mind, his

6:26 hand following along with his imagination. He goes slow, possibly too slow, both savoring the sensation of her hot walls stretching around him and making sure he doesn't hurt her. He could so easily hurt her. He keeps it slow and sensual at first, pouring every pent-up feeling he's been holding in for her into each motion. It's the way he wants to kiss Ava, to hold her, to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around her lovingly. But that's not what this really is. He can hear her breathing start to speed up, her moans coming out more often.

7:15 And he picks up the pace. He watches with awe as her mouth falls open at the change. Her perfect tits bouncing along with every thrust. She takes him so well. Her own hips rolling to meet him. Each time like she can't wait the fraction of a second it takes between pulling back and pushing in. So impatient the guppy days.

7:44 He whispers to the empty room. He isn't certain when he started thinking of Ava as his little love, but he can feel the truth in the name. Do you want me to break you?

7:56 Oh, fuck!

8:00 She cries out from the other room, pulling a moan from Simeon's lips at the unintentional answer to his question. Your wish is my command, then. He mumbles, his hands speeding up again, his hips thrust up into his grip, too lost in the fantasy to care about the way his bed is rocking and his springs are squealing. After all, if she wants him to ruin her, he wants to be the reason for her fall. He can feel himself getting closer as the mental image of Ava is flipped onto his stomach, his cock sliding back in now almost easily as he takes her from behind. Her breasts may be beautiful, but they're nothing compared to her beautiful round ass.

8:57 But as much as he wants to enjoy the view, he can't take not seeing her face, so he twines his hand into her hair and pulls her upright, her back to his chest, and her legs sprawled open around his lap. He thrusts up, the sight of her grinding down on his cock so vivid that he almost comes as soon as he envisions the change. But he can't let go just yet, not while he can hear just how close she is herself. So loud, he moans. You must want everyone to hear what I'm doing to you. Yes!

9:46 She whines. Fuck, please, I'm... She cuts herself off with the most beautiful sound he's ever heard, somewhere between a shout and a moan. As she finally comes, he can nearly feel her clenching around him, tears streaming down her face as she writhes on top of him, chasing every bit of pleasure he's given to her. Simeon pulls his shirt up and stuffs the hem in his mouth to muffle his own scream. as he comes right along with her.

10:23 His back arches off the mattress, his hand continuing its furious pumping as his hot, sticky cum hits his bare chest. His orgasm seems to last forever, the spasms continuing even after he hears her fall silent. By the time he lets go of himself and relaxes back onto his bed to catch his breath, The illusion is already long gone.

10:55 When he finally brings himself to open his eyes, though, he can't stop himself from groaning at the mess he's made. Apparently, just lifting his shirt wasn't quite enough. There are splatters of shimmering white fluid from his belly button up to his chin, and even his shirt got caught in the crossfire.

11:17 His hand is soaked where he was touching himself. and he even seems to have managed to get some of his bedspread. The sight brings him barreling back to reality, and his heart drops into his stomach. His clean hand flies to his face in horror, the realization of what he just did hitting him like a bag of bricks.

11:43 With that, he takes off his soiled clothing and throws on a clean shirt before rushing down to the kitchen, red-faced, hoping to distract himself with some cooking, hoping he doesn't accidentally will his own death from the shame.

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