The side of her fist hits his door rapidly. He still might not hear, though. The base of his booming rock music is making the door shake. Just like the floor of her apartment above him. That fucking asshole.
"Hei. Turn that down."
She yells and hits the door again when it finally swings open. There he is. Satan himself. Looking like a fucking Greek god. He wouldn't be so pretty anymore if she kept hammering, exchanging the door for his nose.
"Turn that godforsaken noise off!"
He smirks, crosses his arms over his chest, and leans against the doorframe, the asshole.
"Sucks, hm? When neighbors are loud and inconsiderate. And no, flashing your tits won't make me turn it down either."
Gasping in outrage, she fumbles with the tie around her bathrobe. She was just about to get into the shower when this ruckus began.
Holding her bathrobe close, she glares up at him. Fury and embarrassment for standing in the corridor half-naked make her cheeks burn red.
"Turn it down, or I'm calling the police."
"Oh, please do. Then I can tell them all about the fucking zoo that lives at your place. Maybe animal control can take those barking whining mutts away."
"They are dogs. They can't help it. What's your excuse for behaving like a fucking animal?"
"They can't help it? They can't... How about training them to shut the fuck up?"
"You shut the fuck up and turn down the music."
"No."
No? No? That... That... asshole.
"Turn down the music, or I will."
"Yeah? I dare you!"
Dare her? Well, he doesn't know who he is messing with. He barely ends the sentence when she pushes past him into his apartment. The layout is the same as hers, so she runs down the entryway straight into his living room.
He is yelling and hot on her heels the whole way. Not that she can hear a thing he says, with the fucking music so loud.
Where is that sound system? Like, really! Who the hell owns a Soundsystem in an apartment building anyway, if you aren't plotting to be a nightmare neighbor? She knew he was the worst. She has an Alexa, that's more than enough for apartment living.
Spotting the offending device, she stomps over when he catches up and grips her upper arm. His hand is huge and strong. He is so close she can even understand a few words that are spewing from his furious lips.
"You waltz into my apartment and have the nerve..." She is not listening, however. It's not like you can hear yourself think with his awful music anyway. Rock. He would listen to that. She would endure it if it were Taylor Swift, but this is just offensive. She reaches for the Soundsystem. Determined to find the button that would make it shut up. "Don't fucking touch my... Hei!"
The next thing she knows is her back hitting the wall next to the hated device, which finally quieted between two songs.
"Don't manhandle me."
"Don't touch my shit. Better yet. Get out!"
"Not before you turn that screeching, thumping, mockery of music off for good." she pokes him in the chest.
"Ouch. What the hell? Are these claws?"
"They are called acrylic nails, you Neanderthal." her last words are drowned out again, so she pokes him again.
He looks furious, and when she tries to do it a third time, he catches her wrist in a lightning-fast movement and pulls her hand over her head. How dare he. She tries to pull her hand down, but he manacles it to the wall.
The outrage!
She pokes him with her other hand. Harder.
"Hei."
Her other hand joins the first above her head. Seething in anger, she wants to yell at him again when she realizes how close he is. She can feel his body heat as he is looming over her. His head is bent down, his eyes sparking with anger and... and...
His lips crash into hers.
Oh. Oh. Yes.
His lips are hot and firm, his tongue pushing into her mouth. This is not a pleasant first kiss. There is nothing sweet or gentle about it. Their mouths are open, their noses knocking together. It's more tongue-fighting and biting than kissing. But fuck is it hot.
She gets his lower lip between her teeth, bites down, and sucks it into her mouth.
He shackles both of her wrists in one of his hands so he has one free to hold her jaw. She gasps and lets go of his lip. His strong fingers hold her face as he retakes her mouth. Oh fuck.
She pulls on her hands, wanting them free to grope and pull at whatever she can reach of him, but he holds them up effortlessly.
Even though she hates that he has the upper hand, she loves the outcome. The kiss is deeper. His tongue is in her mouth, twisting with hers. This is so fucking hot.
He is so strong and so large, and he smells so fucking good.
She pants into his mouth. Her lips are wet and swollen from the intense make-out.
Pushing away from the wall, she tries to get more contact with his body, and oh god, yes. Her belly nearly gets skewered on his rock-hard cock. They both moan into each other's mouths when he pushes his dick harder against her.
Oh fuck. She wants him. Desperately.
As if he can read her mind, he breaks the kiss and, breathing heavily, looks down at her. The question is clear in his eyes. Does she want this? Well, he can't ask her out loud over the noise, which makes her angry again. And desperate.
Fuck yes! She telepathically yells at him.
They move as one.
He lets go of her wrists and flings open her robe. Her freed hands pull the back of his shirt over his head and toss it away. Then his hands are on her ass, lifting her while she opens her legs, and he presses her against the wall again.
Oh. Fuck!
His pants-covered dick rocks against her core. His chest presses against her bare tits, and his mouth crashes on hers again.
Her legs wind around his waist, opening her up more and making his ridge slide between her wet folds. Oh god. She is soaking his pants.
Her bare feet try to push them down over his ass. She wants his dick. Bare. And in her! Now!
One of his hands leaves her ass, and finally, his cock is free. Her arms are around his neck, her finger in his hair... when she freezes.
His dick. Pressed between them... It's... It's... Big. Holy shit. She feels the hot flesh reach from her core, over her clit, her lower belly up to her navel.
Of course, he would have a dick like this. No wonder he is such an asshole. She doesn't know if she should be annoyed that a man with such a rotten personality gets those looks and a dick like that or if she should thank the heavens.
The latter, she decides, when he starts moving his erection up and down her slit. Coating himself in her juice and rubbing over her clit simultaneously.
His lips leave her mouth and kiss a trail to her ear.
"Still sure you want this."
His breath on her ear makes her shudder.
