Sounds Through the Wall

(Violet)

It was a long and weird day. But a good day. Lots of progress on the app. Lots of time spent with Victoria. And very little pestering from her about Mason and my vaginal situation, as she lovingly put it a few times. I told her that my vagina was in good shape, treated well, and that she should focus on who had been inside her. I made sure she didn’t ask about the Charlie-date-thing more than once because it was a simple response - we didn’t hit it off.

I took a hot shower and stood there longer than I needed to. Part of me kept waiting for Mason to come bursting through the door and take me. Throw me against the tile wall and have me. Ravage me with his hands, his tongue, and then finally ravage me with his cock.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had touched him. I had swallowed him down. I had felt his come on my back and make a mess all over me. So what was the difference if he did it inside me?

It made me shiver thinking about it. It made me wet thinking about it.

Even if it was a once and done thing it would be amazing.

In my heart, I was pretty sure I wanted more though. For as much as Mason made me hate him, that hate was part of his charm and I really liked his charm.

I gave it a few more minutes and finally succumbed to the fact that he wasn’t going to join me in the shower and have me.

I climbed out of the shower, dried off, put the towel around myself, and went to my bedroom.

Within two seconds I heard a sound.

A woman?

I froze and stood there, squinting my eyes as though that somehow gave me a better sense of hearing. Water dripped from the ends of my hair down my back. I held the towel to my chest.

I heard the noise again.

It was a woman groaning.

My jaw almost hit the floor. I told myself it couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be right. Why would Mason…

Why wouldn’t he?

I had offered myself to him. Why hadn’t he taken the offer? There was no need to go after another woman.

I walked toward the wall and put my hand to it. There was a mix of jealousy and hurt flowing through me. I cupped my right hand and put it to the wall. I shut my eyes, hoping I’d hear something different.

I almost instantly heard a woman moaning. It was a rhythm kind of moaning too.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuuuccckkk…

The voice was muffled because of the wall, but it was pretty clear what was happening.

Mason was fucking another woman.

Sure, he didn’t have to dedicate himself to me. We weren’t dating. We weren’t in a relationship. He owed me nothing…

“No,” I said. I shook my head. “No. No way.”

I dropped the towel and walked to my dresser.

Mason did owe me something. He owed me an explanation. Why the fuck did he go out and pick up some woman to bring home and fuck? I was right next door. He had broken me down enough to need him. To crave him.

I threw on a pair of PJ bottoms and a shirt. Nothing else. I stormed through my apartment and was out the door a second later. I went right to Mason’s door, a fierce feeling in my heart. It was nothing I ever felt.

I raised a hand to knock on the door and I heard another moan. Followed by a yell.

What was he doing? Fucking this woman from the bedroom to the living room?

It was driving me crazy. I understood the power of a jealous rage.

I put my hand down at my side.

I wasn’t going to knock. Or pound. Or kick and scream.

Instead, I stood there.

I listened for a few more seconds as the sounds echoed through his apartment and barely audible in the hallway. To me they were loud. Like I was standing there watching it.

My hand flew forward and I grabbed the doorknob. I twisted. The door was unlocked. He broke into my apartment, right? He set me up to scare me, romance me with roses, then fill my heart with the story of his parents dying. Then he pleasured me.

It was my turn to repay the favor.

I opened the door… and my life forever changed.

* * *

I felt bold as I followed the sound. I had no idea what I was actually doing. Maybe seeing Mason with another woman would finally put everything to bed. Once and for all. He wanted me to hate him and this was a really good way to secure that for a long time.

I heard the noise coming from the open bedroom. That’s why it had been carrying through the apartment and out to the hallway. I stopped for a second and considered just leaving. Why give Mason the satisfaction of seeing me hurt or mad?

The groans and moans continued. The sounds of two bodies slapping together. It was enough to really have me enraged. But I noticed something. Something about the sound seemed off. Different. Weird.

At least that’s what I told myself and that was why I needed to keep investigating.

As I turned to walk into the bedroom, I fully expected to see two people in the bed. Mason and some stranger. Some woman that he probably didn’t even know her name.

There was nobody in the bed.

The sounds continued though.

I turned my head to the left and couldn’t believe my eyes.

There was a laptop on the dresser. With porn playing. A man standing behind a woman, somehow holding her right leg up as he fucked her. The camera angle was right there at the man’s stuff as he stuffed the woman. She was the one making all the noise.

“See something you like?”

I couldn’t help myself as I screamed.

I spun around and Mason was there, leaning against the doorway of his bathroom. He was in nothing but a pair of jeans. His beautiful body, cascading with seductive muscle. Not to mention the look on his face. Lust. Anger. That bad boy look with the innocent dimples.

“What the hell…”

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I heard this. Through the wall.”

The porn was definitely quieter now than before though.

Did Mason know I was coming…?

“Turn it off,” he said. “Just hit the space bar.”

I did as he said. When I paused the porn, it was just as the man thrust into the woman again. Everything was visible, including her face - mouth open, eyes half shut. I couldn’t lie to myself that it made me tingle a little. Maybe the movie on the laptop was actors, but what if it felt that good?

“Should I call the cops?” Mason asked.

“What? Why?”

“You broke in.”

“Your door was unlocked. You did the same thing to me.”

“Did you bring me roses and an alibi?”

“Mason…” I looked around the room. “I should go.”

I made it two steps to the door when he bellowed, “No.”

I froze.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Truthfully, Violet.”

“I heard noise.”

“We live in an apartment. There’s always noise.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, Violet. Tell me.”

That’s when Mason started to walk toward me. In seconds, he was right in front of me.

“I heard fucking sounds,” I whispered. “It made me jealous.”

“Jealous, huh?” he asked.

“You know that. I’ve already said what I wanted, Mason. You just can’t follow through.”

Mason raised an eyebrow. “I like when you’re backed into a corner. You get nasty. So you thought I brought some woman home to fuck her so you could hear?”

“You did it before.”

Mason reached up and touched my cheek. “You’re right. I did. But not this time.”

“So, what? You were going to watch porn and jerk off?”

“Maybe I already finished.”

“I hate you, Mason. I don’t know what game-”

In one quick motion his hand went to the back of my neck and he pulled me toward him. Our mouths touched and all the pleasantries of a sweet kiss were thrown to the side for a wild and hot kiss. His tongue shot into my mouth, swirling around my tongue. He broke the kiss right away, though, but not before he closed his lips to my bottom lip and gave it a little tug.

It was just enough to make me soaking wet.

His hands then moved to my waist where he held me in place.

“I wanted to see what you would do,” he whispered. “I wanted to fucking play a little with you, Violet. To see what you would do. If you would seriously come over here and fight a little.”

“This is all a game to you.”

“No, babe, it’s not. But you want me inside you that bad… and I’m warning you, it’s going to hurt. Not just my cock either. I will end up hurting you.”

“I said it before, I’ll take the risk, Mason.”

I put a hand to his chest. I sank my nails into his muscle and scratched down. I glanced at the other side of his chest, where his heart supposedly existed. That’s where the tattoo was. The date. I wanted to ask about it. I knew his story went deeper.

“Fine,” he said. “But don’t ever say I didn’t fucking warn you.”

With that said, Mason grabbed my ass and lifted me up. I threw my legs around, my heart pounding even faster. Our noses touched as our eyes locked tight together.

He carried me to the bed.

It was going to happen.

It was finally going to happen.

And I was with maybe the worst person ever.

* * *

My shirt was on the floor. I was topless. My hands were at my sides. I looked down and saw Mason on one knee before me. His hands peeled my pajama bottoms down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and was fully naked. His hands touched my legs and ran up. He then gently spread my legs and brought his mouth forward. His hot breath touched my slit before his tongue did.

It had been a little while since we had play time. It was crazy how badly I wanted Mason and how badly I wanted to be touched and how much I liked to come by the touch of a man. Mason unlocked some secret door inside me that I didn’t even know was there. So our little break in action had me even more ready for him.

As his tongue slid across my wetness, I put my head back and sighed. I rocked my hips a little, giving him more access to me. His hands slid around to my ass and he pulled. His entire face was buried between my legs then. His tongue then going rampant. Licking in all directions, taking the wetness off my folds, thrusting against my slit, slipping his tongue against my clit.

Then he pulled away.

I grabbed for his shoulders and looked down.

Mason came forward and placed a kiss to my mound. He then began to climb up my body, kiss by kiss. To me, he was going too slow. I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel it.

His hands moved up to my ribs and held there as his mouth followed behind. He kissed all the way up to my breasts and paused there, giving each attention. Taking my breast into his mouth, sucking, his tongue circling around my nipple. Then he pulled away with a kissing sound and kept going.

Mason didn’t stop until his tongue was back in my mouth.

When that kiss broke, he growled and whispered, “You taste so fucking clean.”

“I just showered,” I said.

“So clean,” he said, kissing my neck. “So fucking clean and innocent.” He kissed again. “And now I’m going to make you filthy.”

Mason guided me down to his bed. He broke away from me and stood there, opening his jeans. I watched as he stripped himself, his amazing dick popping free, long and hard. I grabbed for the sheets and held tight, still not sure how he was going to fit inside me.

When Mason came back down to my body, he held there for a few seconds. I felt his body against mine. His cock touched me, but that was it.

“Violet, with other women, I took care of myself,” he said. “I always wore something. With you, I don’t want to. I want to feel you. Do you trust me?”

It was maybe a split second of seeing him vulnerable.

I nodded. “Yes. I’m good.”

Mason reached down between his legs and I looked down. He placed the thick head of his cock against me. He’d done it before, but this time he had different implications.

Mason pressed forward and I felt the pressure.

My right hand moved from the bed to his back. I clawed at him.

He then broke me open and was inside me. The head of his beautiful cock, followed by his rock hard shaft. Sliding inch by inch, going super slow to make sure I was okay. I lost my breath a few times as he kept going. I crunched forward, groaning, my left hand going to his back, too. I pulled myself up and kissed his chest. I bit at his hard skin as Mason grunted and thrust again, sinking to the hilt.

We were together.

He was inside me.

I was no longer a virgin.

A few seconds went by and Mason then started to pull back. That stole my breath again. The pressure was only matched by a sensation of pain. But it was pain I’d never felt before. It was almost a good pain, if that made any sense.

He pulled back and fucked forward. It was with a little more force.

I cried out.

Mason put his lips to my ear and paused for a moment. “Are you okay, Violet?”

“Yes,” I said. “Fuck, yes, Mason…”

“Good,” he said. Then he looked me in the eyes. “Because now I’m going to fuck you.”