Chapter 3
BEAU
Iwas just starting to drift off when I heard something out in the hallway.
Was Lea back?
I’d lain awake for hours, lights off, window open, just staring at the ceiling.
Listening to the sounds of people walking below, sometimes laughing, sometimes yelling, to the breeze move lazily through nearby trees, to the distant swell of the ocean waves brushing gently against the shore.
There was music playing somewhere, an upbeat tune that was too far away to make out clearly.
Everything was so vivacious here.
The AC in the right window had stopped working a few hours earlier, but I honestly didn’t mind. I liked having the window open and getting to listen to the world outside. I felt like I could be a part of it without actually being a part of it. I could enjoy it all from the safety of my room.
But losing that constant hum of noise meant I could hear everything going on in the rest of the apartment. I was even able to hear the clock in the kitchen ticking from here.
I could always put on my noise-canceling headphones, but I was kind of enjoying all the new sounds.
The soft creak of the wood floor in the hall was followed by the gentle snick of Lea’s door closing.
A buzz of excitement began humming beneath my skin.
Just the idea that he was right beyond this wall was terrifying and thrilling and I found myself holding my breath so I could hear him.
No, that was wrong of me.
Was it, though?
Could it really be considered a transgression on my part if there was no other choice for me but to hear him? It wasn’t my fault the walls were so thin or the AC had stopped working.
There was a light thump from the other side of the wall, and then the mattress creaked.
My breathing became shallower as I strained my ears, staying as still as possible.
I jolted when a soft, slightly muffled moan pierced through the silence, then shifted slowly, scooting closer to the wall.
A louder moan sounded. Lea said something too soft for me to make out.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
Oh my god. Was Lea…talking to himself? I wanted to hear so badly what he was saying. I felt like I was combusting, like a fire was raging beneath my skin. Every part of my body was heating up, tingling with the sudden burst of warmth.
When something buzzed on the other side of the wall, it sparked a deep burning in me that began at the base of my neck and spread white-hot flames down my spine.
Was that a…
Was that a vibrator?
My dick thickened as I listened to him moaning what sounded like three feet away. Was his bed right on the other side of the wall?
I palmed myself. I was so hard, so turned on from just listening to Lea moan. I squeezed my shaft and groaned, then slapped my other hand over my mouth.
Crap.
“Ungh, fuck yes.” Lea’s words were louder, more intelligible now.
The walls might as well not be there, with how clearly all the different moans and gasps were coming through. I arched my back, my hips moving to push myself harder into my hand, chasing the euphoric bursts of pleasure that spread through me every time I ran my palm over my tip.
No, it was wrong of me to get off to him getting off.
I let go of myself and tried to put the pillow over my head, clutching it down around my ears, but that made hardly any difference. I could still hear every single sound.
“Ohhh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Lea’s voice was saturated with lust. He sounded completely drunk with it—or maybe he was drunk.
I turned onto my stomach and panted into the mattress, still holding the pillow tight over my head to try and drown out the moans and gasps, but it wasn’t working.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Lea moaned.
Oh, god. My mind began picturing Lea, hovering over me, holding me down by my wrists and getting himself off on me. Saying all those words to me. Using me to take his pleasure.
“Shit,” I whispered, sliding my hand inside my boxers. I gasped at the touch, my fingers gliding over the wet crown and spreading my precum down my shaft.
A moan choked out of me, and I heard Lea’s muffled, “That feels so good. So fucking good.” There were small, erotic sounds interspersed with Lea’s dirty talk. “Yes, just like that. Keep going. Harder. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard for you.”
My breaths rattled out of me, shuddering on every inhale, and I gripped myself hard.
Lea’s voice was whiskey and honey, soaked in desire, and it invaded every atom of my being.
It twisted down my spine and lodged itself right in my balls, starting a fire that was growing with every pant, every moan, every word he uttered.
All I could see was black silk over soft, pale flesh, all I could hear was satin-covered smoke.
My mind wouldn’t stop the endless barrage of little vignettes, all featuring Lea, sweat glistening on every inch of him, face flushed, eyes dark with lust as he rode my cock.
Lea cried out on the other side of the wall, a long moan that ended on a soft whimper.
I pumped my fist harder, faster, then bit down on the sheets to stifle my groans as cum exploded from me in heavy bursts. I lay there panting, stroking myself through the fading aftershocks as shame engulfed me completely.
Fuck.
I wasn’t going to ever be able to look Lea in the eyes again.
Oh, god, I was horrible person.
I had to leave.