He heard them before he saw them.
The soft moans and rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh penetrated seconds before Dougal turned and saw the couple on the landing above. He halted with one foot on the next step, closed his eyes, and sucked in a deep breath. His neighbors were at it again.
For a moment Dougal simply stood there, listening to Katherine’s sighs and John’s grunts echo through the otherwise empty space as his fought to control his own emotions. He should’ve taken the elevator, but why bother to get in a lift he didna trust when he could use the emergency stairwell to walk up to his fourth floor apartment? He never used the lift, and his friends knew that. They’d laughed at his ‘quirk’ before, and now they were using it to torment him.
He opened his eyes, intending to turn and go back down the stairs, but instead, he moved forward, up the steps until he had a clear view of where John had pinned his wife to the wall, and was thoroughly fucking her…right next to the door Dougal needed to go through.
Mind frozen, he put one foot in front of the other, continuing closer. Katherine’s arms and legs were wrapped around the man, gripping him as his hips pumped rhythmically against her. Dougal’s gaze locked with hers over John’s shoulder as he moved up the steps and his cock grew.
The timber of her moans changed, deepening as she held her husband tight and stared deep into Dougal’s eyes. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, John, now.”
The man shifted his stance bending his knees and turning his head to stare at Dougal comin’ up the stairs as he pumped harder, faster. Katherine bounced against the wall her gaze never leaving face as her moans turned into a chant. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes.”
Anger began to mix with the lust running hot in his veins at their blatant behavior. It wasna the first time he’d seen them go at it, and he feared it wouldn’t be the last. It had started just over a month ago when he’d stepped out onto the small patio off his unit to enjoy the sunset and a movement in the corner of his vision had caught his attention. He’d turned to see the couple on the patio fifteen feet from him, John sitting and watching the sunset, his wife on her knees with her head in his lap. He’d quietly watched her suck him off before backing into his unit to give them some privacy. Since that night it seemed that the couple worked to make their rutting as loud and obvious as possible. If he couldna see them, he could hear them through the walls, and it was driving him fucking crazy.
“Christ, you feel good,” John panted. “Your pussy is so tight, so wet. That’s it squeeze me, baby.”
Without saying a word Dougal tore his gaze away from them and forced himself to move. Striding forward he yanked the door open and continued to his apartment as if they weren’t there, as if the sight of them together wasna torture.
It wasna like he’d never seen people rut before, he’d been raised in a time and place where families lived in one room cottages and privacy was nonexistent. That wasna what bothered him about his neighbor’s habit of near public fornication. What angered him was that he wanted to be the man betwix her thighs and he shouldna covet another man’s wife, especially a friend’s.