Jace

Stifling a yawn, I ruffled my hair and looked at the time on my monitor. It was way past midnight. When did the time fly so fast? I needed a break.

I rolled my chair to face the window and was met with the everyday view—another building. Letting out a sigh, I felt a pang of pity for the girl in the apartment. The TV and laptop were still there, just as she had abandoned them and hid in her bedroom. I didn't expect her to run away like this, but she couldn't possibly expect me to strip and play with myself for her. She was really insane, but I couldn't deny she made me laugh. And I hadn't done that in months. Not after all this began. This girl was like a bright ray of life in my dark everyday. She made me forget about my problems at least for a bit.

My eyes rounded as I saw her stomping her way out of her bedroom. Did she even know how to walk properly, not looking like a wildling?

When she noticed I was still awake, she sprinted to me and pointed a finger at me. No... Was it at me or my little fella in my slacks? She was so stubborn. I shook my head, pushing 'CTRL' and 'S' on my keyboard and stood up to leave when her expression caught my eyes.

Her cheeks were extremely red, and her eyes were puffy and perhaps... wet? I couldn't tell for sure, my sight wasn't 20/20, but I was certain there was something going on with her. I slumped down on the chair and sighed. So what? She was a really beautiful woman, and my dick twitched just by imagining her soft round butt in front of me.

She started writing something on the keyboard again, and I didn't need to read it to know what she wanted. But if you looked at this situation from the sidewalk, no matter how crazy it seemed, it was just like another casual fling for a night. It was nothing more. I wasn't even touching her. What rolled in my head, stayed in my head.

Why was I so opposed to this when I also needed a release? I was so occupied with the accounts and checking them for stolen information or changes, that I had completely forgotten about my other needs. In all honesty, I had to thank her. She made me feel like a man again. Not just an empty shell consumed by work and grief.

A smile made my lips twist up, and her black words on a white canvas caught my eyes.

“Do it!!!” she ordered again.

This girl with a fiery heart looked so pissed right now. So stubborn and damn cute that my hand reached for my slacks on its own. Her eyes nearly burst out of her sockets when she saw me shuffling inside my slacks, touching myself.

I jerked my chin towards her, challenging her to do the same, even though I knew she wouldn't. She just wanted to enjoy the show. She wanted to win. So kinky.

My neighbor crossed her arms and shook her head, pointing at me. Fine. Stroking up and down, my gaze was zoomed in on her exquisite body, her long legs barely hidden behind the shorts and her breasts that weren't covered by a bra. I bit my lip and smirked, suddenly extremely aroused by the situation. My hips bucked on their own, and I stopped a laugh when I saw her gasp. Moving faster with my hand tightly around my length, I could feel my end nearing me. My neighbor flinched. Her obvious awkwardness was amusing me, but the fact she was still frozen here and not hiding away turned me on even more, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, strengthening my pleasure. Run, girl, come on! Why are you still here? My eyes narrowed to slits as I let myself explore her body and bit back a sound of pleasure. God damn, I hadn't done that in so long!

This was the first time satisfying myself in front of a complete stranger whose name I didn't even know. But it also threw me off by how good it felt. I was about to cum just a few minutes after starting.

When my eyes focused on her pretty face and bright red lips, my orgasm hit me, and I came in my own slacks with a grunt. Twitching a bit, I took my dirty hand out of my boxers and looked at it, suddenly feeling so pathetic after my high. My neighbor's lips parted, and her cheeks reddened so hard that I felt like she was going to pass out. Her arms dropped by her sides, and she gawked at me.

My face started burning, and I made a totally pitiful expression. Well, that's what she wanted and that's what she got. She must be happy now. Why was she looking at me like that?

I stood up from my place and turned to the bathroom, in a desperate need of a shower. I also needed to clear my head. Maybe this was stupid. I was as crazy as her.

...

Taking a bath was refreshing, but what had happened before got its hold over me and didn't let me sleep. Around five am, I took out my rope and started jumping on it until my clothes turned wet with sweat. I wanted everything to be different. If I hadn't tried to be such a good son, maybe I would've been on the Caribbean right now, drinking tequila and pleasuring not myself but a girl. Preferably—a fiancée. Only if I had run and denied my father's demands to take on the family business.

I jumped once more, my jaw clenching, and lost focus. I had no more energy. My foot got entangled in the rope, and I stumbled forward, barely stopping myself from falling. I glared back at the rope on the ground and huffed. My speed had become too fast, and I wasn't in sync with my body. A heavy sigh left my lips, and by habit, I looked at the window.

Here she was again, the vixen. She was in her usual attire—a skirt and a shirt tugged in it. She stared at me for a moment with an unreadable expression plastered on her face, and then headed to the door.

Wow, this was awkward. I hoped I wouldn't have to meet her in person. How could I admit she made me cum harder than my favorite porn? This was crazy. And now she saw me almost kill myself by accident.

I needed to call someone to put blinds on my windows. I didn't even have a view, so it wasn't such a big waste. And I was going to stop staring at this girl. This seemed like the only option. When she came back from work, I was going to ask her to do the same.