Page 144 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Seven

Rise to the Occasion

Sidney

Skye makes a good point about it taking longer to get to our destination if we get pulled over by the cop, so instead of driving like we’re in the Indy 500, I go a respectable eight miles an hour over the speed limit and get us to the secluded cabin in the woods in thirty-seven minutes instead of forty-five.

I’ve been dealing with a half hard-on the entire drive, so the second the vehicle is in park, I wrench the door open. “Leave everything. We’ll deal with it after I’ve fucked at least two orgasms out of you.”

Skye scrambles to get her seatbelt undone and nearly falls out of the truck in her haste. I’m glad we’re on the same page.

It takes me three tries to punch in the lock code, in part because Skye’s already working on my belt and her fingers keep grazing my hypersensitive erection. It’s tough to focus, but I finally get the combination right and we stumble across the threshold, lips already fused.

“A whole forty-eight hours with no interruptions,” Skye pants against my lips.

Her hands are everywhere. One dips down to tackle the button on my shorts, the other slides into the hair at my nape.

“I’ve been concocting endless fantasies about all the ways I want to have you.” I find the zipper on her sundress and pull it down.

She pushes the straps over her shoulders, exposing a devastatingly sexy pink lace bra. I kiss and nibble a path fromher throat, down to the valley of her lush, ample breasts. “God, I wanna fuck these glorious tits later.”

“First you have to pound my pussy until she weeps.”

I bite the swell on a groan. “I love your filthy, naughty mouth.”

“Good, because it’s only going to get naughtier the more hours we spend naked. Unless I’m choking on your cock or gargling your balls.” She shoves her hand down the front of my shorts and wraps her warm, soft fingers around my length.

I’m rock solid and ready to fuck.

“Knock, knock! It’s your friendly neighbor popping by!” A female voice singsongs from the other side of the door. It’s followed by a beat being rapped on the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I groan.

“Hellooooo! You left your keys in your car and your door open!” She trills again and follows with the same knocking beat.

My cock is raging.

“I’ll deal with this. Why don’t you give yourself a minute in the bathroom to handle things?” Skye releases my desperately hard cock, tucks it back in my boxers and gives it a there-there pat. “But don’t actually handle things. I want to do that.”

“My balls literally ache,” I gripe.

“I’ll give them a mouth massage later. After you slap them against my pussy. I’ll take care of the neighbor.”

I blow out a frustrated breath. “To be continued.” I wander down the hall, holding my aching junk while Skye pulls her dress back into place and fluffs her hair before throwing open the door.

“Howdy neighbor!” she exclaims.

I find a bathroom on the right and duck inside, but don’t close the door. The window is open, so I can listen to their conversation. I check out my cock. The head is an angry purple color, and the tip is weeping.

“Oh hi! I thought maybe you’d disappeared down to the lake. I live just next door. I wanted to stop by and introduce myself. Last week, the owners rented this place to a bunch of twenty-somethings, and they blasted awful music all week and all I could smell was the devil’s lettuce. You left your keys in your car.” A faint jingle follows.

“Thanks so much. My boyfriend has some gastrointestinal distress, and he made a mad dash to the bathroom. He’s lactose intolerant and I guess there was dairy in whatever he ate when we stopped for lunch. He’ll be tied to the porcelain throne for the next few hours. And you don’t have to worry about music or the devil’s lettuce. We’re celebrating our anniversary. After he recovers from the gastro issues, anyway. Nothing a little Pepto and a couple hours of scrolling nonsense on the internet while bowing to the porcelain throne won’t fix.”

“Oh. Right. Okay. Well, that’s…more than I really needed to know. I’ll just leave you to settle in. I hope your boyfriend feels better soon.”

“Once he exorcises the demons from his bowels, I’m sure he’ll be fine. Thanks for stopping by!”

The door closes and I catch some muttering, but not the content as our nosy neighbor treks back through the trees to her own place.

I step into the hallway in time to watch Skye’s dress drop to the floor. “Now where were we?”

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