Page 61 of Neighbor from Hell
My lips stretch around him, my tongue pressing against the underside, teasing the pulsing vein, and I hum, the vibration making him shudder. The taste of him—salt and a hint of musk—floods my senses. It is freaking addictive, like a craving I didn’t know I had.
His groan rips through the air again, raw and unrestrained, a sound that sets my core ablaze, and makes me so wet I feel the wetness running down my thighs.
I love it, love the way he’s losing it, his hips bucking, his breath ragged, giving himself to me completely, no walls. Spurred on, I suck harder, my head bobbing, my hand pumping the base, fingers slick with spit. I’m ecstatic, my body humming with the thrill of causing this havoc inside him. I pull back, just enough to swirl my tongue around the head, lapping at the bead of cum there, salty-sweet and warm. I moan with neediness,savoring every drop like it’s mine. I slide lower, my lips brushing his balls, sucking one into my mouth, rolling it gently, then the other, their heat and heft making me ache.
This act in all its messiness has never been a favorite of mine, but with him, I cannot seem to get enough. His groans become louder, then a primal growl. It is shocking, the animal side of him. His raw voice fills the room, and my clit throbs with the sound.
“Fuck, Lauren, yes,” he curses, and I revel in it.
I take him deeper, my throat relaxing, letting his cock hit the back and go further. He trembles with the intensity of the sensation in his body. His cock thick and pulsing, and his thighs tense under my palms, his hands grip my hair tighter. Then he comes, sudden and fierce, a hot flood that fills my mouth and runs down my throat, and I swallow it all greedily, my tongue working to catch every bit.
The taste is perfect.
My eyes lock on his, watching his face contort, his gray eyes dark, his mouth open, and gasping. I pull back, licking my lips, my breath ragged. He’s panting, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin, and I’m alive, electric, wanting more, wanting him inside me.
I stand, my legs shaky, and tear off my sundress, the white fabric pooling at my feet. My bra and panties are gone in a frantic tug, leaving me bare, my skin flushed, my nipples hard, aching for his touch.
He’s quick as well as he takes off his shirt, and then we’re both naked, raw, crashing together, tumbling onto the bed, a tangle of limbs. His hungry mouth finds mine and his tongue plunges in, tasting himself on me, and then he’s kissing me down my neck, his teeth grazing, his lips sucking, leaving a trail of fire and marks I’ll see tomorrow. He moves lower, his tongue circling my nipple, sucking hard, biting just enough to makeme cry out, my back arching, my hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
He opens my legs wide. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” he growls.
Then he’s between my legs, his breath hot against my core, his hands spreading my thighs, and I’m open, exposed, dripping for him. His tongue dives in, slow, deliberate, licking from my entrance to my clit, and I moan, loud, uninhibited. Oh, the wet sounds of his mouth—sucking, lapping—obscene and yet faultless, filling the room.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my hips grinding against his mouth, his stubble scraping my inner thighs. His fingers slipping inside me, curling, pumping hard, while his tongue flicks my clit, relentless, building a pressure that’s almost too much. I’m thrashing, my head tossing, my voice breaking, “Hugh… Oh God, yes… Don’t stop… please…,” and he doesn’t, his mouth worshipping me, his groans vibrating against my skin, pushing me closer, closer, until I’m teetering on the edge.
He flips me over suddenly, and I gasp out loud. My stomach ends up pressed into the sheets, my ass up, and my hands gripping whatever I can find to anchor myself.
He positions himself behind me, his hands on my hips, and then his cock is brushing my entrance, slick and ready. It feels good but nothing compares to when he enters me. He is slow at first, stretching me, and the burn is so good I moan helplessly.
“Your body was made for my cock,” he growls, his voice a low rumble as my body yields to him, inch by inch.
He’s right. No man has filled and stretched me the way he does. We fit so perfectly that I squirm like a worm and revel in the totally sensuous and taboo sensation of being impaled on my neighbor’s big cock.
Then, he’s fucking me, ramming in hard, his hips slamming into me, the bed creaking, the headboard thudding against thevine-patterned wall. I push back, meeting his thrusts, needing him deeper, needing all of him.
It’s a raw rhythm that fills the room, the slap of skin on skin, his grunts, my cries. “Hugh… fuck… yes…” All of it blending, echoing.
He pulls out, and I whimper, bereft, but he’s lifting me, carrying me to the wall, my back slamming against the cool wallpaper, my legs wrapping around his waist, locking tight. He drives into me, pinning me, his cock filling me, hard and fast.
“Fuck, Lauren, you feel so good,” he groans, his mouth on my neck, biting, sucking, his thrusts brutal, then slowing, teasing, dragging out each stroke until I’m begging, “Hugh, please, don’t do this to me. Harder…”
He speeds up, fucking me against the wall, savage, relentless, stealing my breath, making me gasp and moan and cry out. His name becomes a prayer on my lips.
“Hugh… Hugh… Yes…. Oh, Hugh…”
Somehow it registers that we’re back on the bed, tumbling, him on top, then me, straddling him, my hands on his chest. His fingers bruising my hips, as he guides me, and I’m nearly deranged from how exciting sex with him is, from how in sync we are. I ride him, slow at first, savoring the stretch, the fullness, then it’s fast, frenzied, my hips slamming down hard, and his thrusting up. The wet slap of our bodies, his hoarse cry…
“Fuck, baby, fuck. You’re driving me crazy.”
His words make me come. I shatter, my body convulsing, a silent scream tearing from my throat in disbelief at how completely my body gives up to him and in this moment, perhaps even my heart. It is beautiful. A little death. He follows immediately after, his body going rigid as he empties his seed into me with a groan that rocks us both.
We collapse, breathless, against the other. My chest heaves, my lungs burn, and my body trembles as I sink into him. Hemakes my heart melt even further by pulling me close, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths mingling, ragged and uneven. The sheets are a mess, half-off the bed, the duvet crumpled. He reaches to tug it over us, its heavy warmth settling like a shield, cocooning us.
I am surprised. I expected him to return to his room, to maintain some distance between us, however he doesn’t. But I’m not complaining. Instead, I truly appreciate the moment for how rare and special it is. So I press against him, my cheek on his chest, his heartbeat thundering under my ear.
I especially love how his strong arms encircle me, protective and caring. It would be extremely ungrateful of me to deny that he has shielded me and protected me from the worst of my troubles since I arrived. I love how my legs tangle with his.
We don’t speak as our bodies recover. There is no need to. I bask in the soft and intimate silence, and it doesn’t take long for me to drift off, and in no time, I am asleep in the only place my heart wants to be.
