Ray …
The headboard pounded roughly against the freshly painted wall, only evoking an adornment of onyx markings against the boundary. I may have even caused a dent, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything at that moment except pleasing my girl.
Y/N’s noise had started out as low moans, but had quickly escalated into a frenzy of piercing screams, enunciating my name for the entire apartment to hear. A series of knocks against the wall had been absent-mindedly passed do to the fact I assumed it was only the headboard. But just as I hit Y/N with a deep stroke, did the familiar hammering alter into the muffled beating of someone’s fist through the wall.
My attention towards the conking of the wall was abruptly halted when I felt Y/N’s legs begin shaking. A cocky grin toyed with my lips as I made her release for the fourth time in row. Ten was my goal.
Once again, the reverberating howls of my girlfriend echoed throughout the room, and apparently, into our neighbors. The banged on the wall once more. “Babe,” Y/N breathed between pleasurable gasps. “They can hear us.”
"Let’em hear," I implied, leaning down to catch her lips with mine. One thing other residents should know about us, was that we hit almost every night. So they could only get used to loud noise.
Hell, they probably knew my name by now, with Y/N shouting “Ray” every time I touched her g-spot. I could tell she was trying hard to keep her screeches to a minimum, but even through her clenched lips, did a yell pass through.
"Hey, could you all keep it quiet!" we heard our middle-aged neighbor shout through the door. "Ra-ay," Y/N panted. "I don’t wanna disturb them."
"Here," I said, handing her a thick pillow. "Use this."
She took the pillow from grasp and bit it. The full cushion did all it could to stifle her shouts, and I assumed she was quiet enough for me to hit every angle I knew put her in a state of uncontrollable bliss.
But at one point, she’d flung the pillow to the side and allowed herself scream out in ecstasy at all capacity. She called me every name she knew. Ray, my first name, my full name, and let multiple “Oh sh_t!“‘s slip through, but hopefully no one would think that was my title.
"KEEP.IT.DOWN!" We heard someone yell from the front door. I rolled my eyes and leaned down into Y/N’s ear. "Scream all you want to, baby." And she did just that.
I was striving the entire apartment building to know our name by the end of the week; it let me know I was doing everything right and more.
