Naughty Nights At The Imperial

The place still didn't feel like his. He had three unopened boxes by the kitchen island, and his suitcase was still just sitting by the door. He'd promised himself he'd actually unpack tonight, "have a drink, and enjoy not having anyone know where the hell he was. After the divorce, he was just done with people asking questions. He'd spent the last month bouncing between hotels, dealing with lawyers, and acting like everything was fine. Tonight was supposed to be the quiet part. Then he opened the door to Unit 42. And he heard a woman talking. Adrian froze. He knew that voice. He'd heard it in the elevator and in the hallway, and once through the thin wall when she was laughing at something her husband said. Katerina Rossi. His neighbor's wife. He looked at the bedroom door, which was cracked open. For a second, he actually wondered if he'd walked into the wrong place. Then Katerina spoke again. "Damn it, you're late," Katerina whispered. Her voice was low, husky, and sounded bored, yet she watched him without blinking. "I've been soaking wet since your moving truck pulled up in front of the building." Adrian stopped with one hand still on the doorknob. The divorce had left him exhausted, and the apartment was the first place he'd been alone in for weeks. The exhaustion vanished. Katerina Rossi. Unit 43. His next-door neighbour's wife. She was naked on Adrian's white sheets, her dark, messy hair standing out against her pale skin in the dim light. She had one knee bent, touching herself. Adrian forgot what he was about to say. Adrian hadn't even had time to think. His body had already reacted. He just stood there, staring. For a second, he actually thought about telling her to get out. Then he looked at her again and changed his mind. Adrian began unbuttoning his shirt. Katerina didn't look away as he undressed, her fingers still lazily circling her c**t. "My husband left for Singapore two hours ago. Eight days," she breathed. "I saw the way you looked at my mouth in the elevator last week. You want it, don't you?" Adrian stripped quickly, tossing his shirt, belt, trousers, and boxers aside. He stood naked in front of her, breathing hard, every inch of him tense with anticipation. Katerina looked him over, and the look on her face told him enough. Katerina moaned at the sight of its size. "Come here," he commanded. He crossed the room and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He dropped to his knees, pushed her legs open, and pressed his face between them. "Ahh! Fuck... yes!" Katerina arched her back as Adrian's tongue licked her folds. He sucked hard on her c**t, her wetness coating his chin. His fingers moved inside her, keeping the same pressure while his mouth stayed on her. "Don't be gentle," Katerina moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. "My husband is too gentle. I don't want gentleness right now!" Adrian stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and flipped Katerina over until she was lying on her stomach. He crawled over her, spread her knees, and positioned his thick, veiny head right against her drenched opening. "Last chance to leave," Adrian growled. She met his eyes and didn't look away. "If I wanted to leave, I wouldn't have spent the last twenty minutes pleasuring myself on your sheets." Adrian didn't give her a chance to reconsider. Katerina gasped, her voice broken. The headboard banged against the wall shared with the neighboring unit. Adrian gave her no time to adjust. He grabbed her hips and drove into her hard. The bed slammed against the wall with every movement. "f**k, you're so wet," Adrian growled into her ear. "Were you this wet when he left, or is this all for your new neighbour?" "For you... ahh! All for you!" Katerina gasped, arching her back and pushing her hips against him to meet every heavy thrust. "I've been thinking about this c**k ever since I saw you carrying those boxes. I wanted it in my mouth... inside me... use me, Adrian!" Adrian grabbed Katerina's dark hair, pulling her head back until her spine curved. He whispered dirty words right into her ear as he continued to pound deep inside her. "You're going to c*m on this c**k, and you're going to thank me while you're still wearing your wedding ring." She tightened around him, and she struggled for breath. Her vaginal walls clamped down on Adrian's c**k so tightly he nearly exploded. Katerina sobbed, calling out Adrian's name as she shuddered violently. Adrian didn't stop; he kept thrusting until she went completely limp, then pulled out, flipped her over, and drove into her again from the front. This time, he wanted to see her face. "Look at me while I ruin you," Adrian commanded. Katerina gazed at him with glassy eyes, her mouth parted. For a few seconds, she could do nothing but catch her breath. Adrian bit her neck hard enough to leave a purple mark, then licked the spot. "You'll feel me tomorrow when you're having breakfast in your husband's kitchen," Adrian whispered. "Every time you cross your legs, you'll remember just how deep I was inside you." Katerina's whole body tightened. A soft moan slipped out as she held onto Adrian, her breathing turning ragged. Adrian finally let go. He stayed close for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled away. Katerina stayed there, trying to catch her breath. She didn't cover herself. She slipped her wedding ring back onto her finger. Then she stood at the door, one hand on the knob, and looked over her shoulder at Adrian. "Tomorrow night," she said softly. She disappeared into the hallway, and the door clicked shut. Adrian stared at it. He knew he should lock it, but he left it open, just as she'd asked. He stayed where he was, listening to her footsteps fade down the corridor. His gaze dropped to the wedding ring she'd slipped back onto her finger. That little circle of gold bothered him more than it should have. She was his neighbor's wife. She'd walked into his apartment wearing that ring and walked out still wearing it. Adrian looked at the open door and laughed quietly under his breath. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"