My neighbor knocked on my door for "a cup of sugar"

A week after the “competition,” a knock echoed through my apartment. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peeking through the peephole, my heart did a backflip. It was him. The neighbor. The one with the low growl that had answered my screams.

I swung the door open, leaning against the frame. I was a mess—damp hair in a messy bun, an old, thin tank top stuck to my skin from cleaning, and tiny shorts. His eyes did a slow, deliberate sweep down my body and back up, and I saw his throat tighten.

“Hey,” he said, his voice a notch deeper than usual. “This is super awkward, but… you wouldn’t happen to have a cup of sugar, would you?”

A cup of sugar? Seriously, who actually does that? In this decade? I almost laughed. Instead, I smirked. “Baking a midnight cake?” I asked, stepping aside to let him in. “Come on in.”

He lingered in my living room, his presence making the air feel thick. The conversation was a delicate dance of small talk and loaded pauses. He mentioned the “thin walls.” I mentioned how “sound really carries in this building, doesn’t it?” Our eyes locked, both of us remembering the symphony from the other night. He was absolutely testing the waters, seeing if I’d bite.

Before he left, sugar forgotten, he pulled out his phone. “You know, in case of a real sugar emergency,” he said, a daring glint in his eye. “What’s your number?”

The second the door clicked shut, the heat he’d stirred up boiled over. I went straight to my bedroom, fell onto the bed, and let my hands wander. I thought of his smirk, his broad shoulders, the way he’d watched me. I was loud, unrestrained, crying out as a powerful orgasm ripped through me, my screams echoing against his wall.

When I finally caught my breath, I reached for my phone. And there it was. A new message from an unknown number.

I heard that, too 😉

My skin flushed with a fresh wave of desire. He wasn’t just testing the waters anymore. He’d dived right in. And I know, without a doubt, it’s only a matter of time before I ride that man into the mattress. The question is… What about his girlfriend??