The Neighbors' Moans Turned Us On

I woke up long after midnight to a sound I initially mistook for a dream. It wasn’t the television, a pipe, or the wind. They were moans. Clear, rhythmic, growing more intense, coming through the wall that separated us from the neighbors’ bedroom.

I lay motionless on my back, eyes open in the darkness, listening to the woman pant without a hint of shame and to the man half-silencing her with broken phrases and heavy breathing. Their bed struck the wall at short intervals, as if they were fucking right on the other side of my headboard. The more I heard them, the more aware I became of my own body beneath the sheet.

I slept naked, as I almost always did, and immediately noticed my hard nipples rubbing against the fabric. I was hot between my legs. That damp, immediate heat that asks no permission and fills your head with images whether you want it to or not. I tried to turn over and go back to sleep, but every moan from her made my pussy clench tighter.

I let my breath out slowly and opened the second drawer of my bedside table. The feel of the toy calmed me for a second, as if it already knew how this was going to end. I switched it on at the lowest setting, just a soft buzz, and ran it over my stomach while I kept listening to the neighbors’ obscene concert.

First I touched my breasts. I loved the feeling of my sensitive skin, my stiff nipples almost sore with arousal. I moved slowly down my torso, barely brushing myself with my fingertips, letting the toy’s vibration travel over my navel, my hip, my mound. When I pressed it against my clitoris, still over the fabric of my panties, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning too.

The woman next door cried out something muffled, a broken “yes,” and my pussy answered with a lash of wetness. I spread my legs farther, found the best angle, and began moving the toy in slow circles. My back arched on its own. My breathing was already ragged, and I had a very specific need not to go on alone.

I turned my head toward the other side of the bed. Darío was sleeping deeply, naked too, on his back with one arm over the pillow. The sheet barely covered his thighs. Seeing him like that, oblivious to everything while I melted to the sound of two strangers fucking like animals behind the wall, filled me with a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

I switched off the toy for a moment. I don’t want to come alone tonight, I thought. I slipped beneath the sheet, ran my hand over his stomach, and smiled when I realized he was completely naked. I kissed his abdomen, his navel, the trail of hair descending toward his pubis, and began licking him without fully waking him, slowly, with that cruel patience I know drives him crazy.

At first they were soft kisses. Then the tip of my tongue. When I took him into my mouth, he was still half-asleep, but a few seconds were enough for him to swell against my tongue and grow completely hard. I heard his first conscious exhalation, deep and surprised, while I kept swallowing him little by little.

“What are you doing...?” he murmured in the hoarse voice of sleep.

I didn’t answer. I gripped his base with one hand and kept sucking him, slowly and wetly, enjoying the way his stomach tightened. I moved just my head in and out, circling my tongue around him, sucking harder each time his fingers clenched on the sheet. The sound of saliva filled the silence of our room and began to blend with the neighbors’ moans.

Darío lifted his head just enough to look at me. In the half-light our eyes met, and I saw the exact moment he understood two things at once: that I was incredibly turned on and that I had no intention of letting him sleep. That aroused me even more.

“Fuck...” he whispered. “Keep going.”

I kept going. I took more of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat and letting him set the pace a little with his hips. A film of saliva ran down my chin, and I spread it with my hand while stroking him at the same time, squeezing him firmly. Every time I pulled my mouth away, I heard him pant. Every time I sank back down on him, I felt a moan escape him that he tried to hold back so he wouldn’t make noise.

The woman on the other side wasn’t holding back at all. She screamed so loudly that we both stopped to listen for a second. I smiled with his cock still between my lips, which made Darío laugh through his nose, aroused, before gently grabbing my hair.

“Did they get you this worked up?” he asked.

I looked at him while giving him one long lick from base to tip.

“Yes,” I admitted. “And now I want to use you.”

He grew even harder. He held my head and began carefully moving his pelvis, guiding my mouth to his rhythm. I let him do it for a little while, just a little, because I liked teasing him. I loosened my mouth whenever he thrust, swallowed him again whenever he seemed about to lose patience, and stroked his balls with my other hand, feeling them tighten.

“You’re going to drive me crazy,” he said, fully awake now.

“That’s the plan.”

There was another thud against the wall. Then a louder male groan, closer, as if the neighbor had changed position and was fucking her against our side. My pussy throbbed instantly. I pulled my mouth away from Darío and sat back on my heels to switch the toy on again.

“Listen to that,” I told him. “I’m not going to sit here and just listen.”

I ran the vibrator between my legs while he watched me. It didn’t take long for me to spread my vulva and press it directly against my clitoris. The moan that escaped me was indecent, almost relieved. Darío propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view of me touching myself, already glistening with wetness, opening myself for him without the slightest shame.

“Come here,” he ordered.

I shook my head and continued a little longer, just to torture him. I pushed two fingers into my pussy while the toy vibrated above, moving in and out slowly and soaking my entire hand. I saw him swallow as he watched me. He loved seeing me masturbate, but that night there was something more: we knew the desire hadn’t been born between us, but on the other side of the wall, and that gave it a dirty edge that turned us both on.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “You’re dripping.”

“Then stop talking and do something.”

He grabbed my waist and dragged me upward with a sudden force that made me laugh. I fell astride him, his hard cock pressing against my stomach and the toy still buzzing in my hand. He took it from me and tossed it onto the pillow without taking his eyes off me.

“You don’t need that now,” he said.

He kissed me hungrily, thrusting his tongue into my mouth until he left me breathless. His mouth tasted of sleep, saliva, and sex. I rubbed his cock between my thighs while we kissed and felt him trying to position himself, impatient. I was so wet that the slightest brush made him slide.

“Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear. “I want them to hear us too.”

That changed his expression. He grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted me slightly, and placed the tip at my entrance. He barely brushed it up and down, smearing himself with my wetness, and I had to clutch his shoulders to keep from begging him. When at last he dropped me hard onto his cock, it entered all the way in a single thrust.

The scream came out of me whole.

I stayed impaled on him for a second, feeling him full inside me, thick, hot, throbbing. He stayed still too, breathing with his jaw clenched. That first penetration always shakes me, but that night it was worse: I had been aroused for too long, imagining for too long, and having him inside me like that left me trembling.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled.

I began moving on top of him in short circles with my hips. Slowly at first, savoring him, letting him open me properly. Then faster. I felt him sliding inside me with a wet sound that would have embarrassed me in any other context, but not that night. That night I wanted more noise. More moans. More filth.

I gripped the headboard and began riding him for real, rising and falling hard, feeling every collision against my insides. Darío held my hips, digging his fingers into me, helping me drop harder onto him. The bed began striking the wall with a clumsy rhythm that soon blended with the neighbors’.

“Like that,” I said between pants. “Like that, don’t stop.”

He lifted one hand and pinched a nipple with just enough pressure to make me moan louder. Then he sucked it hungrily while continuing to enter me from below in short thrusts. I arched my back and offered him my breasts, pleasure racing down my spine like electricity.

The room filled with broken breathing. On the other side of the wall, the woman began moaning again as if they were taking her apart. On our side, I was no longer holding back. Every time I dropped onto his cock, a louder “fuck” or “yes” escaped me. The idea of competing with those strangers seemed absurd, but it was also brutally arousing.

Darío gave me a sharp smack on the ass.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed at once. I turned and leaned forward, giving him my back, bracing my hands on his chest to keep my balance while I continued riding him. From that position he went even deeper. He spread my buttocks with one hand and watched as he sank into me again and again.

“Look at you,” he said hoarsely. “What a beautiful pussy you have when you swallow my whole cock.”

The obscenity of hearing him speak to me like that made me squeeze my walls around his cock. He moaned and slapped me again, harder. Not to punish me, but to set the rhythm, to make me even hotter. I reached between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris with quick movements.

“I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing like that,” he said.

“Then don’t last. Come whenever you want.”

“I want to make you come first.”

He grabbed my waist and lifted me off him before turning me onto my back. I ended up lying across the bed, legs spread and hair stuck to my face with sweat. He knelt between my thighs and lowered his head without wasting time. His first lick tore a full spasm from me.

His mouth was wet with my own arousal and his, and he used both to his advantage. He licked me from bottom to top, opening me with his tongue, stopping wherever I needed him most, sucking my clitoris with the persistence he knew how to measure perfectly. I writhed, grabbed his hair, and tried to pull him away only so he would come back harder.

“Don’t torture me,” I panted.

He answered by thrusting two fingers into me, curling them inward while he kept sucking me. I saw stars. My body arched so hard I nearly came off the bed. Each time he pumped his fingers, his palm brushed my ass; each time he sucked harder, my legs wanted to close around his head.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured without lifting his face. “And you still want more.”

“Yes... yes, goddamn it, yes.”

On the other side of the wall, the neighbors were reaching a high point too; there were faster thuds and more uncontrolled voices. That noise surrounded us as if we weren’t entirely alone. I couldn’t see them, but I could almost feel their presence, their breathing synchronized with ours, and it pushed me to the edge.

Darío found the exact rhythm between his tongue and fingers, the one that left no room for thought. I began moaning incoherently, saying stray words I didn’t even understand. I pulled his hair, dug my heels into his back, and the orgasm tore through me with such violence that it took my breath away.

I came trembling, my pussy contracting around his fingers, mouth open in a long, indecent scream, so loud that for a second I wondered whether they had heard us all the way down the hall. He didn’t pull away. He kept licking me while I came, stretching the spasm out until it became almost painful.

“Enough... enough...” I pleaded, although in truth I didn’t want him to stop completely.

He climbed up my body, kissing my stomach, breasts, and throat until he reached my mouth. He let me taste myself on his tongue. I was still trembling when he spread my legs wider and positioned himself between them again.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said.

I clutched his forearms when he began penetrating me again. He entered slowly at first, as if he wanted to savor every inch passing through my still-sensitive body. Then he sank in completely and stayed inside for a second. He let out a muffled, almost furious moan and began thrusting in earnest.

These were no longer short or measured movements. They were deep, hard thrusts, the kind that made the mattress tremble and wrecked your breathing. I received him by opening myself wider, lifting my legs onto his shoulders to let him enter as deeply as possible. With every blow I saw his face grow more tense.

“You fuck me so well,” I told him, knowing it drove him crazy.

“And you let me fuck you so well.”

He slipped one hand between our bodies and began rubbing my clitoris with firm pressure without losing the rhythm of his thrusts. The combination undid me. My body hadn’t yet recovered from the first orgasm, and yet I was already on the edge again, more sensitive, more vulnerable, sluttier.

The wall sounded again with another blow from the neighbors’ side. This time it was a confused chorus: the woman moaning, the man growling, the bed banging. Darío looked at me and smiled in a shameless, sweaty, animal way.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones awake.”

“Then don’t treat me gently.”

In response, he grabbed me behind the knees and spread me wider, driving into me with even more force. The sound of his pelvis against my thighs became wet and scandalous. I could no longer form sentences. I only moaned and let myself be shaken by every thrust, feeling my orgasm building again like unbearable pressure.

“Come again,” he ordered through clenched teeth. “I want to feel it.”

I followed his hand with mine, pressing down on my clitoris together with him. Three more thrusts. Four. On the fifth I came again, this time with a more brutal, shorter, more intense spasm. I clenched around him so hard that he swore and lost his rhythm for a second.

That was what broke him.

He leaned over me, bit my shoulder, and began fucking me with desperate thrusts, out of control now, seeking his own release. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered filthy things in his ear, feeling his arms tremble.

“Come inside me,” I whispered. “Do it, fuck.”

He growled my name and emptied himself in a series of short thrusts, buried to the hilt and trembling all over on top of me. I felt his orgasm pulsing through his cock, the heat spreading inside me, his ragged breathing against my neck. On the other side of the wall, almost at the same time, the woman let out a final moan so long that I had to laugh between pants.

We stayed like that for a while, soaked and pressed together, our chests rising and falling far too quickly. The bed no longer struck anything. No sound came from the neighbors’ bedroom either, apart from a muffled murmur now and then. It was as if both rooms had exploded at the same time and then been left empty.

Darío slowly slipped out of me and collapsed beside me. My legs were weak and my body was still vibrating. I reached out, retrieved the toy from the pillow, and held it up between two fingers.

He let out a tired laugh.

“Don’t tell me you still want more.”

I let it fall back onto the mattress and curled up against his chest.

“No. But I like you to know how it all started.”

He kissed my forehead and lowered his hand to my ass, stroking it lazily.

“Then tomorrow we should thank the neighbors.”

“Better not. We might give them ideas.”

He laughed again. I closed my eyes with a foolish, exhausted, satisfied smile. The wall became just a wall again, the room fell silent again, and my insomnia ended up turning into one of those nights that seem exaggerated the next day because they were so intense, but that you remember in every detail because the body never forgets how it comes when the right desire pushes it there.