Chapter 2 Dom
Dom
The banging on my door was obviously angry.
My mouth split into a grin as I pulled the guy off my cock.
I’d found him at a club, danced for an hour, and then carried him home.
He was too out of it for my liking. I think he’d been smoking.
He had a glazed look in his eye that said he wasn’t really there, but he was still happy to suck my dick.
I’d been waiting for my neighbour to crack since I first moved in.
I’d only stolen glances of him in the landing outside of our flats; shorter than me, curvy as hell with a constant crease of worry on his brow. There was something about Harry which made me want to tease him mercilessly.
The flat below had already chewed me out for being too loud, though they weren’t the targets. I’d caught my neighbour’s gaze twice, and both times he turned a lovely shade of red before scurrying off. That was more than enough to spark my interest.
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 since someone kept 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 had no 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.
“Just keep it down.” He scowled. “Anyway, don’t you have work to do?”
“Not yet, no,” I replied. The amount I'd been putting off was shockingly big, and I’d been putting in a lot more hours than I wanted to.
It was better than being stuck at home. I was still tossing away a priceless opportunity at a famous university by not keeping up on my projects, but I couldn’t muster up the energy when I’d been forced to come here.
Kids like me didn’t go to Cambridge Uni. Kids like me didn’t get off the council estate, full stop. But most kids didn’t have a family like mine.
Harry pursed his lips, giving me a frustrated sigh. “Well, I do, and I’d appreciate it if you could lower the volume so I don’t have to listen to you come two times in a row.”
My eyebrows rose while the awkward silence stretched with my grin. He froze as his bottom lip fell open. The hot flush I'd been admiring for months swept over his neck like a wave of lava to the tuft of dark chest hair which poked out from the neckline of his casual t-shirt.
“Excuse me,” he said hurriedly before he shot off, stealing my chance to dig further into that little nugget of information. By the time he’d fumbled with his key and staggered into his flat, I was covering my mouth so he didn’t hear me laughing. It looked like ‘flustered’ was my new turn-on.
Now that I’d actually seen him and spoken to him properly, there was no way I was keeping away. Especially because he was so cute.
I tensed my hand on my door handle as I returned to my room and slowly closed it behind me, making sure it clicked instead of slammed.
My gaze dipped to my left and I sighed at the guy sprawled out on the bed, already snoring away.
I didn’t care that he’d nicked all the space.
It wasn’t the first time I’d slept on a sofa.
And, if I happened to stroke myself to sexy scenes of my neighbour’s blush as he gasped under me, then it was all part of the fun.