Page 16 of The Cocky Neighbor

"The verdict's still out on that," I deadpanned as I tried to school my expression and give him a bored look.

He laughed as he quickly undid my belt. Unzipping me, he pulled my pants and boxers in one smooth move. My leaking cock waved proudly to greet us.

"Well, this one doesn't look bored in the least," he said as he gave me one slow stroke and used his thumb to circle the head. I sucked in a breath at his electrifying touch. My eyes closed as I arched my back to get closer to him.

He must have found my actions amusing since I was met with another chuckle. My eyelids popped open to shoot him a glare.

"Is something funny?" I asked, my voice full of warning. Some of my previous partners thought it was strange that I was such a slut for pleasure. They looked at my size and assumed that I would be a buff, stoic top like the ones they'd seen in their porn. If I wanted to just drown myself in pleasure, that was nobody's business but mine.

"Of course not," he said with a cheeky grin that made his dimples look extra sexy. "I'm just admiring the view, and it's one heck of a view too." His eyes darkened to a stormy blue as he greedily took in my body.

"You're not so bad yourself," I said as I slid a hand down his firm chest and toned abdominal muscles to cup the large hard-on that awaited me. He winced at my touch and grabbed my wrist to bring it over my head.

"There's time for that later. We were supposed to make sure that you wouldn't get bored, remember?"

He leaned down to bite my ear hard. I groaned at the pain and the pleasure that immediately followed as he played with the spot he'd bitten with his tongue. I hadn't known my ears were one of my erogenous zones, but I guessed they were, considering the burst of precum that gushed out from his actions.

Liam didn't linger long as he made his way down my body again and enveloped my leaking cock without any preamble.

"Fuck," I groaned out as I tightened my grip in his hair. His mouth felt heavenly, and with how worked up he'd had me with his teasing and the week-long foreplay that our every interaction seemed to have turned into, I was already at the point of bursting.

I tightened my fingers, not sure if I wanted to pull him off to prolong the pleasure or push him down to choke on my cock and race to the thrilling end that I so desperately wanted.

He didn't give me a choice as he slipped his hand underneath me and pushed a finger into my empty hole. The dry entry stung, but the pain had only increased the intensity of the pleasure he brought me.

Just like all our previous interactions, he didn't do anything half-heartedly. Everything with Liam was quick and fast, intense like the man before me.

His finger dug deeper until it hit the magical spot, and along with his onslaught with his tongue, I didn't stand a chance.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I warned as I tugged his head off of me. His hand replaced his mouth as he stroked me through my orgasm. My essence covered his hand, and the sight brought another round of pleasure to overtake my body.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I rode the wave of the intense climax. My breath came out in huffs as I pushed Liam's hand away to stop the overstimulation that followed the pleasure.

His finger slipped out of my ass. I squeezed my hole, missing the feeling of being filled. I lazily opened my eyes to be faced with Liam's erection that was almost bursting out of his dress pants.

Licking my lips, I imagined what it'd feel like to be fucked by him. I had a feeling that it would be nothing if not intense, and that thought almost had me popping another boner.

The key word being almost. I didn't have enough stamina to go round after round, but I could have my own fun with him while I recovered.

My eyes moved up, and I found Liam watching me with a strange expression. Lust was evident in his eyes, but there was a trace of something else that I couldn't place, but I could sense theheavinessin his gaze.

"That certainly wasn't boring," I joked to try and lighten the mood, but Liam didn't laugh.

He seemed shocked out of whatever daze he was in, and his eyes widened as if he wasn't expecting to find me under him. The lust disappeared from his face and was replaced by the cold mask that he'd been wearing the first time I'd met him. And I didn't know which hurt more.

Before I could say anything, he wiped his cum-stained hand against the sheets and got off of me. He grabbed his shirt that had fallen on the floor and put it back on.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him finish getting dressed. "Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?"

I hated how vulnerable I sounded, and the hurt continued to pack on top of itself when Liam glanced back with his cool expression and shot me a smug smile that held none of the playfulness that all his previous ones had.

"Of course not. What makes you say that?" he asked with a brow raised. I opened my mouth, but couldn't find the words to answer. He glanced at the mirror and smoothed out his brown tufts until there wasn't a single sign that I'd messed up his hairstyle while he was sucking my cock.

My eyes never left him as I watched each of his moves. I could tell that he was aware of my gaze by the stiff muscles that popped on his neck despite trying to look calm, but he never made an effort to address the sudden elephant in the room.

With one last check in the mirror, he turned his head to shoot me a glance. "Looks like the sheets aren't new anymore. Switch them out with the new ones, Mr. Wells," he ordered before striding out the door, leaving me there with my soft dick still hanging out and my head turning at how fast his attitude had changed.

I stared at the closed door with shock for an entire minute before what he'd said had finally sunk in.

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