Page 29 of The Neighbor's Son

The grip on my hair tightens to the point my eyes water. For some reason, this thrills me. I suck on his crown, lightly teasing the slit, and then take him fully. Strangled sounds escape him as I swallow his cock into my throat. It’s natural to gag when something is forced into your throat, but I’ve had years of practicing this sort of thing and know how to turn off that reflex.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His chanting inspires me to bob up and down with the cadence of his words. In turn, he starts saying the word faster and louder. He fists his hand in my hair, tugging so hard I nearly cry out. When I glance up at him, his head is tilted back, his prominent Adam’s apple on display, and he’s lost to the bliss I’m providing. I love that he’s totally lost control.

I pull completely off his cock long enough to say, “Fuck my mouth,” and then swallow him back down. He doesn’t hesitate and roughly bucks his hips. It only takes a few thrusts and then he forcefully holds my head still as his cock throbs.

Salty cum spurts out of him, shooting down the back of my throat. He must’ve been storing this up for some time because it’s like a never-ending flood of cum. I manage to keep swallowing, though I wonder if I’ll choke on it eventually. But then his cock stops twitching and he pulls back.

With his hand still grabbing my hair, he guides me up to my feet. I’m pushed against the side of the sink, his wet cock pressed into me and soaking through my T-shirt. His lips crash to mine and he devours my mouth like it’s the only chance he’ll ever getto kiss me again. I get lost in his desperation, clawing at his hair and my own core throbbing needily.

He pulls back, hot gaze boring into me. “Do you want—?”

“Yes,” I interrupt. “Take me upstairs and fuck me.”

His lips curl into a deviant grin, but then a knock on the back door startles us both. He stumbles back, yanking at his boxers, as he exits the kitchen. I groan and make my way over to see who’s at the door.

Maggie has her face pressed to the glass. It’s a good thing her view doesn’t include the sink where I just gave the neighbor’s son a blowjob.

Mo takes off under my feet, darting out of the kitchen and into the dining room.

“Oh, hi, Maggie,” I say, voice breathless. “What’s up?”

She eyes me with suspicion. “Have you seen Mo? I know he’s been lurking around your house some, but he’s too quick for me to grab.”

“Uh,” I mutter, wondering how and if I should lie to this woman.

But then, to my utter shock, I see Brayden walking up behind her, Mo in his arms. He must have grabbed him, slipped out the front, and made his way around.

I could kiss him right now for being my hero and saving me an awkward conversation.

“This little guy?” Brayden asks, climbing the steps on my patio. “He’s a spunky dude, isn’t he?”

Mo meows loudly, claws digging into Brayden’s shirt. The zipper on his jeans is down. I want to warn him, but he’s focused on the cat that’s trying to make its escape.

“There you are,” Maggie grumbles, shuffling over to Brayden. “He’s a naughty kitty. All his brothers and sisters love their home. This one keeps trying to get away like he gets mistreated.”

“Want me to make sure he gets inside?” Brayden offers.

Maggie nods, looping her arm with Brayden. “May as well. I’m too old to chase that damn cat everywhere.”

Brayden looks over his shoulder and mouths, “Sorry.”

I grin at him and mouth back, “Thank you.”

His wink is somehow filthy and suggestive. We share a weighted look that indicates our secret fun we just had. I can’t wait for more.

The last thing I want to do is walk, but I need the exercise. Plus, Clara showed up after Maggie and Brayden left with Mo. My best friend then forced me to put on some workout clothes and leave the house.

“I have to tell you about my lunch date,” she says as we start on the walking path. “Total fail.”

“With Wyatt?”

She nods, curling her lip up. “I thought both he and Conrad were cuties. They seemed to have a lot going for them.”

Conrad was a misogynistic pig in my opinion.

“I guess it was the alcohol on our double date that made Wyatt so attractive. Today, completely sober, I got a dose of the real him. Thank God you didn’t let me go home with him that night.”

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