Chapter 254 Neighbor one shot 2

Chapter 254 Neighbor one shot 2

Weeks later, 9:00 PM.

I stepped out of the cab, my body aching in a way that had nothing to do with emotions—just work. Client after client, satisfying them. I stretched my neck slightly, exhaling as I walked toward my apartment.

“God… I’m exhausted,” I muttered, digging into my bag for my keys. Still… I wasn’t complaining, because it pays well. That’s what mattered.

I was just about to unlock my door when I heard someone call me. “Hey, Aria.”

I froze for a second, then I turned. It was Charles, standing a few steps behind me. I blinked, surprised. “Hey…”

He rubbed the back of his neck slightly, like he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted. “Um… I was thinking…” he started, then paused. “Would you maybe want to have dinner with me? I cooked. And… I’d like someone to taste it.”

I raised a brow slightly. Someone? Like I’m the only neighbor here. I almost laughed, but instead, I smiled. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

There was something almost… genuine in the way he said it. “Alright,” I said simply. “I’ll come.”

His face relaxed a little. “Okay.”

I unlocked my door and stepped inside. The moment I got into my room, I dropped my bag and headed straight for my closet. Dinner with Charles? I smirked. Yeah… I wasn’t going in there looking just tired. I slipped into something soft, fitted, and effortlessly tempting without trying too hard. I checked myself in the mirror. Perfect.

“Let’s see if tonight’s the night,” I whispered.

His door was slightly open when I knocked. “Come in,” he called.

I stepped inside and paused. The table was already set, the food plated like something out of a restaurant. I looked at him. He smiled lightly. “You’re right on time.”

“I can see that,” I said, walking in. I sat, watching as he served my portion. Our eyes met briefly. “Go ahead,” he said.

I took a bite and paused. “Okay…” I looked at him, impressed. “You can cook.”

He chuckled. “I try.”

We ate, talking lightly—nothing deep, nothing serious. After dinner, he cleared the table and headed to the kitchen. I watched him as he cleaned: focused, calm, controlled. I leaned back slightly, studying him. Clean, disciplined, and reserved.

Yeah… this man was trouble.

When he came back, I shifted closer on the couch, crossing my legs slowly, deliberately, letting the dress ride up just enough. He noticed. He looked at me, smiling. Then, he picked up the remote.

“Do you watch movies?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“What kind?”

I looked at him, a slow smile forming. “Erotic.”

He paused, then let out a small laugh. “Wow.”

“Put one on,” I said, adjusting slightly.

He hesitated… but did it anyway. A few seconds into the movie, the tension filled the room almost immediately. I glanced at him. He was watching, but not really. His jaw tightened, his breathing slightly off.

Then suddenly, he turned it off. “I’m sorry,” he said, setting the remote down. “I don’t watch erotic movies.”

I tilted my head slightly. “Because it arouses your sexual urges?” I asked, my voice softer now.

“Not really…”

I leaned closer. “You don’t have to do much,” I whispered. “Just stop pretending.”

His eyes locked on mine. “Why are you like this?” he asked quietly. “Why is everything about you just all about sex?”

I smiled faintly. Because that’s all people ever want from me. “Why complicate things?” I replied.

“Because I want more than that,” he said.

That caught me off guard—just for a second.

“I admire you, Aria,” he continued. “I think about you… more than I should. But this…?” He gestured between us. “This isn’t the right way.”

I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I moved closer and placed a finger gently against his lips. “Shh…”

Then I kissed him.

And trust me, his lips tasted exactly how I imagined: sweet, soft, addictive. The kiss deepened instantly, intense and consuming. He kissed me back just as hard, his hand sliding down to grab my ass, pulling me closer like he couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t waste time. I pulled off my nightwear in one smooth motion, and yes, I came prepared. No bra. No panties. He paused for a second, completely stunned, his eyes roaming over my body. Then he smiled… that slow, dangerous smile, like he liked what he saw a little too much.

I didn’t let the moment stretch. I pushed his trousers down and sank to my knees, taking him into my mouth.

“Ah!” he groaned, his voice already strained.

I didn’t stop. I took my time, moving slowly, deliberately, knowing exactly what I was doing to him. His hands tightened slightly, his breathing uneven as I kept going until I was satisfied.

Then I stood up. Before I could even say anything, he lifted me effortlessly and dropped me onto the couch. The shift in control sent a thrill through me. He moved his head down, and I gasped instantly, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.

“Oh my God…” I breathed out, my voice breaking.

He knew what he was doing. By the time he lifted his head, I was already trembling. He positioned himself and, in one smooth motion, he thrusted into me. I gasped loudly, my back arching.

“Oh… I love it,” I moaned.

He moved again, deeper this time, stronger. My hands gripped him as he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more intense, more demanding. His mouth found my breasts, adding to the overwhelming sensation.

“Don’t stop…” I whispered breathlessly.

And he didn’t. He gave me exactly what I wanted. Every movement, every touch—it was too much and not enough at the same time. Then suddenly, he shifted. I felt his hands on me as he turned me around, pulling me into doggy style without breaking the rhythm.

The angle changed everything. I moaned louder, unable to hold it back.

“You’re…” he exhaled, his voice rough, “you’re so sweet.”

I smiled through my breath, lost in the moment as we moved together, both of us caught in something intense and uncontrollable. After a while, he slowed, then stopped, pulling away just long enough to catch his breath.

But I wasn’t done. I climbed over him immediately, positioning myself as I took control this time. I moved against him, my body responding freely as I let myself feel everything. He watched me, his hands finding me again as he grabbed my breasts. I continued riding him. I could see it in his face; he wasn’t holding back anymore. Neither was I.

I rode him until I couldn’t anymore, until my body felt completely overwhelmed. Then I leaned back, breathless, looking at him. He smiled—that same dangerous look again.

And before I could react, he lifted me again, carrying me off the couch and placing me onto the dining table. The cold surface barely registered before he was already moving again, pulling me closer, holding me tightly as everything intensified once more. He thrusted harder this time. It was deep, strong, and consuming. My hands found his shoulders as I held on, my breath uneven, my voice breaking with every movement.

Then again, another shift. He lifted me, pressing me gently against the wall, my legs wrapping around him instinctively. I gasped, holding onto him as he moved faster now, more intense, like he wasn’t ready to stop.

“Oh!” I cried out, my body reacting uncontrollably. Everything built too quickly. And then… I felt the peak hit me, and I came harder than I ever had before. I trembled against him, my grip tightening as I completely lost control.

He looked at me and smiled as he continued. Finally, he slowed down and pulled out. He gently carried me upstairs and placed me on the bed, lying beside me as our breathing slowly settled.

We turned to face each other. Then he looked at me, his expression no longer playful, no longer guarded.

“I think I like you,” he said.

I looked at him, completely shocked.