My neighbor Tom and I have had a contentious relationship for years. Recently, he was doing some work on his apartment. Normally, I wouldn’t mind the disturbance. I understand construction can be necessary — and loud. But dusk fell, and I still hadn’t had a moment of peace, so I decided to give him a piece of my mind.

It didn’t help that I was … frustrated. Have you ever been so fucking horny it hurts? That’s where I was. All I wanted was a quiet evening with a glass of wine and my favorite vibrator. Instead, I was being subjected to pounding of another very annoying variety.

No more, I’d decided.

I marched across the hall and slammed my fist against Tom’s door. It took a few minutes of banging, but finally, he appeared.

Tom was shirtless and disheveled with flecks of plaster dust on his chest and dirt smeared across his biceps like some sort of abstract tribal tattoos.

“Yes?”

His voice was gruff, and his posture exuded the same level of annoyance I felt.

I rolled my shoulders and stood ramrod straight.

“Tom, it is late. Please cut the noise.”

“It’s not quiet hours yet,” he insisted.

When he moved to close the door, I blocked it with my foot.

“Can you for once be considerate of your neighbors?”

“Oh, kiss my ass!” Tom shouted in exasperation.

Something inside me shifted. All that hot, horny energy bubbled to the surface. I knew I should have been pissed he’d spoken to me that way. But his attitude made me hot.

Before I knew it, I heard myself say, “All right, I will.”

“Wh-what?” he stammered.

I have to admit, he looked pretty cute all confused. I almost giggled.

“You heard me,” I replied. “Now get inside, and drop your pants.”

It seemed I wouldn’t need my vibrator after all.

He retreated into his apartment, and I followed, shutting the door behind us and cornering him near a kitchen island.

“Are you going to drop your drawers or not?” I asked, already impatient with his fully clothed state.

“Easy there, Dee,” he said with a grin.

His smile really made me melt. His stern, unforgiving features softened, making the formerly standoffish man look congenial and just plain sexy.

He fumbled with his belt, struggling to free the leather from its buckle.

Feeling restless, I launched myself at him and insisted, “Here. Let me.”

Within seconds, I’d whipped the thick band from the loops of his jeans and dropped it to the floor. The buckle clattered on the tiles somewhere near my feet, but the belt wasn’t my focus of attention anymore.

“These have got to go, too,” I demanded, tugging at his waistband.

I tore open the button on his jeans and yanked until the zipper gave way. Thanks to a heavy wrench shoved in his pocket, the pants fell down all on their own.

I smirked as I said, “Now let me give you that kiss.”

I’d expected Tom to be a boxer shorts man, but I was surprised to find him wearing satiny briefs instead. The cool fabric was slippery beneath my fingers when I grabbed his underwear to strip him.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you?” I teased.

“You, too,” he replied.

He wasn’t wrong. Tom and I had bitched at one another for years. Who would have guessed that all we needed was the right opportunity to transform our loathing into lust?

I grabbed Tom by the hips and spun him, so he faced the island.

“Hands on the counter,” I ordered.

“What, am I under arrest?” he teased.

I stood on my toes to get close to his ear and brushed my lips over his lobe as I responded, “Something like that.”

Tom’s broad back was covered with well-formed muscles. Physical labor will do that for a man. I ran my hands from one shoulder to the other and marveled over the way his hard body rippled under my touch.

“Do you like rimjobs, Tom?” I asked.

“I love them.”

“Perfect,” I said, the satisfaction positively dripping from my voice. “I do, too.”

I rolled his briefs down to reveal his chiseled buns. Funny how I’d never before noticed my annoying neighbor was an Adonis.

After spending a few too many moments admiring Tom’s sculpted cheeks, I eased my hands inside the gathered briefs and yanked them down his sturdy thighs. His legs were dusted with a fine layer of soft hair. It tickled my hands, and I wondered what it would feel like to have his unshaven body rub up against my own freshly waxed thighs.

Of course, there was plenty of time to find out. But first, I would take charge of the situation and eat this man’s ass.

Although his slippery briefs might have fallen to the floor on their own, I went south and took them with me on my journey. I needed to get on my knees anyway, and that seemed as good a time as any.

Kneeling placed me exactly at eye level with Tom’s rear. But rather than dive right in, I allowed the tension to build and took my time exploring his body. I placed a gentle kiss on one ass cheek, then the other. Next, I nibbled on those ample mounds of man-flesh.

My God, he was divine. Years of grumbling at one another — both outright and under our breath — had certainly set the stage for an explosive hookup.

After I’d thoroughly sampled Tom’s cheeks, I meandered to his crack and trailed my nose along the length of it. His body had been tense, but all of his rigidity instantly dissolved on a sigh. He spread his feet wide, which parted his cheeks slightly. I nudged his globes further apart and gazed at his delectable pucker. I pressed my tongue against the sensitive patch of skin just below his butt hole, and he groaned helplessly.

I loved seeing my normally sullen neighbor fall to pieces with just a little love from my tongue.

Since Tom didn’t protest, I continued to use my lips and tongue to tease his taint and reveled in his frenzied reaction. He moaned and cursed and slammed his fist on the island’s marble countertop.

In the past, pissing off Tom made me feel really good. But controlling his pleasure gave me an even more wicked thrill; he was a malleable plaything, who I could subject to my every whim.

Before long, I felt it was time to give him that rimjob I’d promised. I trailed my tongue along his crack and stopped at the fluted edge of his asshole. Then, finally, I circled his opening, spiraling closer to its center and worming in my squirming tongue tip.

As he gasped and groaned, I reached around and caught his growing erection in my fist. It was thick and heavy with a perfectly rounded head that would fit comfortably inside my pussy.

But there would be time for that later. First, I wanted to hear Tom beg me for an orgasm.

By the sound of it, I wouldn’t have to wait long. I pursed my lips and hummed a tune against his asshole to rock his world. But I was very careful. I didn’t want Tom to climax — at least not yet. I wouldn’t provide that release until my larger than life neighbor gave me the pounding I craved.

Once Tom started to fuck my fist, I knew it was time. I laid one last wet, lingering kiss on his asshole, then I released his dick and stood, waiting for him to turn to face me.

When he did, I was treated to quite the sight. His chest rose and fell as he worked to regain his composure. His hunky body glistened with sweat, giving him the appearance of a shiny new toy.

My toy.

“That was fucking incredible,” he gasped.

His words washed over me, enveloping me in a lusty fog. I knew it was, but I also knew we weren’t finished yet. I hopped up on the counter and opened my legs wide as I told him, “Now fuck me!”

I’d padded across the hall wearing nothing but my bathrobe. So in no time, I was naked and ready for his formidable rod.

Tom rushed toward me and pulled my nude body hard against his chest. Soft swirls of chest hair tickled my nipples, making them grow as hard as the diamond in the earring he sported. With one arm hooked around my waist, he pulled my ass to the edge of the countertop. The crown of his cock skated over my slick cunt lips. He hitched his hips, sending his rock-solid dick careening into my wet, waiting pussy.

I didn’t have to put on a show for him. My moans came all on their own.

“Oh, Tom,” I cried out. “Tom! Tom! Yes!”

I loosely draped one arm around his neck to keep him close and planted my free hand on the countertop. With that little bit of leverage, I was able to meet Tom thrust for thrust, working out the years of aggression that had brewed between us in a matter of seconds.

Even my vibrator couldn’t bring me to orgasm so quickly. Every muscle in my body grew so impossibly tight, and then I leaned into nirvana, riding the waves of pleasure that washed over me.

“Please, I gotta come,” he begged.

“Do it!” I gasped.

In a desperate frenzy, Tom pumped his cock into my pussy and filled me with his cream.

Eventually, we separated and I headed back home, but things had forever changed between us.

Now, we realize our barbed comments are definitely foreplay — and I love nothing more than getting hot and bothered with Tom.