life, for Buddha’s sake! The only man I’d ever been in a real relationship with had cheated on me, and the guy currently living next door didn’t even remember the hot, sweaty night we’d spent together. I’d officially hit rock bottom.
I flopped over onto my back, silence surrounding me as I stared up at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. Devon was staying over at her most recent boy-toy’s place for the night so the loneliness of my empty apartment only added to the pity-party I was throwing myself over the sad state of my personal life.
“Sleep, Delilah. For the love of baby Jesuses everywhere, just go to sleep.” Fan-flipping-tastic, and now I was talking to myself. I squeezed my eyes closed and turned to my side, giving my pillow a frustrated punch before settling back in.
The minutes ticked by, and I’d just started to doze when I heard a faint noise coming from the other side of the wall. I sat up and listened closer. I’d almost convinced myself the sound hadn’t been real when I heard it again.
“What the—” Scooting closer to my headboard, I stood on my knees and pressed my ear to the wall in an attempt to hear better. For an apartment where the monthly rent was the same price as a black-market kidney, the walls really were embarrassingly thin.
A distinct male groan radiated through the sheetrock. I jerked away from the wall like it had burned me. “Jeez, you’ve got to be kidding me.” My cheeks heated with anger as I realized exactly what I was hearing coming from Richard’s apartment. I was in a bad enough mood as it was, there was no way I’d spend the rest of my night listening to Richard Locklaine getting it on in the apartment next to mine.
I curled my fingers into a tight fist, ready to pound on the wall and break up whatever was happening on the other side when another deeper, louder moan came through. It was then that I realized I hadn’t heard a peep from the woman the whole time I’d been listening in.
With any other man, I would have just assumed the poor girl wasn’t getting what she needed, but I’d had sex with Richard. I knew exactly what he was capable of. And even the most frigid woman in the world wouldn’t be able to remain quiet with that man working her over.
The moans gave way to grunts as I pressed closer to the wall and listened in on what I could only suspect was a self-love sesh. Pushing any guilt at my voyeuristic behavior to the back of my mind, I closed my eyes and visualized what he could have possibly looked like in that moment. All strong, defined muscles tensing and shaking as he grew closer to his release. That golden tanned skin glistening as he pumped his hand harder.
My breathing grew faster as the noises he made grew louder and quicker. My body burned as my arousal grew stronger with every sound he made. Heat pooled in my belly as I squeezed my legs together to quell the sudden ache between my thighs. I let out a stuttered breath as the tempo of the sounds coming through the wall seemed to increase, followed by a string of muffled curses. I could almost see it happening behind my eyelids at the same time I heard his long, gruff shout of release. But it wasn’t until I heard his voice moaning what sounded an awful lot like “Delilah” that the moan I’d kept trapped escaped past my lips.
CHRIST, MY COCK FELT like it was going to explode the instant I woke up. The dream started with the woman in the red dress and quickly morphed into the one where I was having a three-way both her and my nerdy next-door neighbor. But then the room around us and the bed we were in disappeared, along with my one-night stand, leaving me and Delilah alone together in the laundry room. We were both stark naked and making out like two teenagers who had the house to themselves for the night. In the dream, I pulled away just long enough to spin Delilah around and press her chest against one of the washing machines, baring her gorgeous ass to me. Just as I was about to enter her, I woke up panting, my dick throbbing so bad I had no choice but to slide my hand beneath the sheets in the