A welcome interruption.

Fuck. The shrill doorbell ringing pierces through my apartment, shattering the vivid fantasy playing out so deliciously in my mind. Curse this goddamn timing, curse the interruption, curse everything daring to tear me away from the precipice of climax. I'm left in a state of pure, aching frustration, my body throbbing with need.

Slipping on a pair of panties that do little to hide my arousal and an oversized hoodie, I staturely make my way to the door, my heart still pounding like a drum in my chest. I wrench it open to find him standing there, my neighbor, looking every bit the irresistible dream made flesh. Brown blonde hair, cropped short and falling boyishly to his brows, blue-green eyes that bore into mine, a face sharp and angular, and a frame so tall and well-defined it makes my knees go weak.

"Hey there," he greets, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble. Fuck, even his voice is sexy. They say 'it sends shivers down my spine' don't they? I'm momentarily stunned, my mind still half lost in the filthy fantasies I've been spinning about him.

"Hi," I manage to **** out, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of composure. But I can't help myself, stealing glances at his lips, imagining the taste of them against mine, the feeling of them trailing down my neck, my collarbone, my... concentrate!

"You're the new neighbor, right? Name's Tristan. Just wanted to come by and say hello. Heard a scream, you okay?" His eyes flick over me, checking me out. Does he know? Can he tell how fucking **** I am, how much I want him to just throw me against the wall and take what I'm offering? He probably does. I was not very quite about my needs after all.

I flush, heat crawling up my neck. "Oh, uh, yeah, just... watching a movie, you know," I lie, my voice pitching higher than usual. Ugh, if only I had finished, maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament now, my mind consumed by fantasies of him pinning me down and fucking me senseless.

His lips quirk up in a knowing smirk, a wicked glint in his eye. "Well, if you ever need a more... hands-on experience, you know where to find me." Fuck. The implication hangs heavy in the air, the invitation making me clench with want.

Before I can second guess myself, I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him into my apartment with a sense of urgency. The door slams shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the charged silence.

He raises an eyebrow, looking at me with a mix of amusement and blatant desire. "So... what's this about?" he asks, but we both know exactly what this is about. His gaze is enough to tell, as are his loaded words from before.

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. How do you tell someone you want to fuck them, or rather fuck you? Especially as a woman, when society has drilled the view that they, we, should be demure, that we shouldn't want sex as much as men do? But god, do I want it. I want it with him. I want it more than when I was a guy, so what?

"F... fuck..." I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. I feel him step closer, his body heat radiating off him in waves. Did he work out before this? Fuck, he smells incredible, that heady mix of sweat and pure, masculine musk making my head spin.

He tilts my chin up with a gentle touch, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. Beautiful... "Tell me," he commands softly, his voice a low, dominant rumble that sends all my blood rushing south.

Fuck it. I can't hold back anymore.

"Fuck me!" I scream, or moan, or somewhere in between. The words ring out in the room, echoing off the walls. His eyes gleam with satisfaction, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.

"That's what I thought," he purrs, his hands sliding down to rest at my waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear, his hot breath fanning over my skin.

And just like that, I'm lost. Lost in sensation, lost in desire, lost in him. Ready to see this through, consequences be damned.

Because right now, all I want is for him to fuck me. Hard. Raw. Until I can't walk straight. Until I'm sore in all the right places. Until all I can think about is the feel of him inside me, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, his cock driving into me again and again and again...

Fuck. I'm in trouble. And I can't wait.

I'm aching for him, craving him in ways I never thought possible when I was a guy. But that was the past. I am a girl right now.

A girl that wants to be fucked by her hot neighbor.