Spy Thy Neighbor

by Shandi Boyes

  I moan and buck against him, turned on by his promise. My entire body is pulled taut, aroused and close to the brink. The combination of his words and his finger fucking me has me racing to climax, ready and eager to topple into oblivion. The buildup of tension in my core strengthens when he pushes the pad of his palm firmly onto my throbbing clit. When he adds another finger into the mix, my race to release becomes frantic, almost uncontrollable.

  “Open your eyes, Paige. See how beautiful you are when you come,” Hunter mutters into my ear.

  My eyes flutter open as a surge of desire scorches through my veins. My knees buckle, and my orgasm comes to fruition as I catch sight of our reflection in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. His manly body overpowers mine as he curls over me, sending me to the brink with nothing but a talented pair of hands and a dirty, wicked mouth. I climax with a hoarse cry, shameless and free of doubt. Hours of tension is swept away in an instant as my entire body is engulfed by a mind-shattering orgasm, stronger than any before it.

  I've barely had time to emerge from the clouds when my feverish body is immersed into the softness of a mattress, my panties are snapped off, and an eager mouth dives into the cleft of my trembling pussy. My hands dart out to secure a firm grip on Hunter's hair as I try to pull him away. I'm too sensitive, too overcome, too spent for my pussy to handle this type of attention so soon after a mind-hazing climax. His hands grip my hips, pinning me to the mattress as his tongue delves into me, lapping up the residue of my orgasm while also adding to my wetness.

  “I warned you, Paige. I told you what I was going to do,” Hunter mutters against my drenched lips, forcing a tremble to run down my spine.

  I come for the second time when his lips circle my pulsating clit, and he sucks down hard. I scream his name as my entire body quakes. Every muscle in my body contracts, battling through an orgasm even more intense than the one before it.

  Hunter’s deep growl ripples through my pussy as he places a final set of teasing licks to my swollen clit before he stands from his crouched position. His beard is wet and glistening, displaying the effect he has on my body. His torso is slicked with sweat, and the front of his jeans is extended and taut. When my eyes lock with his, a shudder runs through my exhausted body, invigorating it with renewed excitement from the hankering look in his eyes.

  One of his hands runs over his beard, clearing away the evidence of my arousal while the other runs along my pussy, gathering it.

  “How long has it been?” he asks, lowering the zipper of his jeans. The deepness of his voice makes my insides clench.

  "Since?" I reply, my voice scarce from the loud screams torn from my throat during climax.

  “Since you’ve been fucked?” Hunter replies, not the slightest bit ashamed.

  I swallow a brick in my throat. “Umm… I don’t… umm.”

  “So a while?” he fills in.

  Biting on the inside of my cheek, I briefly nod. Deep down inside, I knew something wasn't right with Riley, so our Tuesday night schedule came to a halt a good six months before I discovered him in bed with Beth. Although I'm certain Riley would blame my "lack of interest in sex" as the downfall of our relationship, rumors are Beth wasn't the first affair he undertook during our seven-year relationship.

  My mind snaps back to the present when Hunter asks, “Doggie or do you want to ride on top, cowgirl style?”

  My eyes bounce between his, shell-shocked he's seeking permission as to what position we are going to do. Ignoring the nerves hampering my boosted self-esteem from two mind-blowing orgasms, I suggest, "Missionary?"

  He shakes his head. "No. It's not a good position for getting re-acquainted with sex. Doggie is a good angle to loosen your pelvis a little, or if you're on top, you can control how much you can handle."

  You’d expect me to be annoyed at his comment, considering he's pretty much throwing it in my face that he's more sexually experienced than me, but I'm not. He only stopped touching me mere seconds ago, and my body is already missing his touch.

  “You pick,” I blurt out, too embarrassed to admit I don’t know which position would be most enjoyable.

  A smile creeps across Hunter's face. "Cowgirl it is.” His tone is thick and rugged. "Then I get to see your beautiful face while I'm fucking you."

  My eyes widen and drop, eager to see him in his full naked glory when his jeans slip off his hips and clutter to the floor. My eyes go frantic, assessing and categorizing every delicious inch of his body. Although I've seen him naked on numerous occasions, it's never been this personal. Tonight, I not only get to see his body, but I also get to feel it as well. Above me. Beneath me. Inside of me.

  A crass grin etches on Hunter’s face when he notices my ogling eyes. He stares straight at me, all rugged, primal, and 100% masculine as he releases his cock from his cotton trunks. I squeeze my thighs together, vainly trying to lessen the dampness puddling there when I'm confronted with the full and gloriously satisfying visual of his naked package. His cock is just as impressive, if not more so than I remembered. Thick, lengthened, uncut, and rugged, just like its owner.

  A condom wrapper being torn open diverts my attention from his thickened shaft. Hunter awards me with a cocky wink when he rolls the condom down the girth of his cock before he prowls toward me. My lungs burn, dying to secure a full breath when he places his knee between my legs before gliding his body along mine. His hair is wet at the ends; his body is coated with sweat, and he smells musky and intoxicating. Every portion of my skin he touches sets on fire, moistening my skin with more perspiration as it battles to calm the raging heat shooting through it.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and guide his head down to mine, eager to taste his delicious lips again. The smell of my arousal mixed with Hunter’s unique scent intensifies as his lips incline closer to mine. A throaty moan roars from my throat when he seals his lips over mine and his tongue spears into my mouth. I buck against him, loving the feeling of his heated cock nestled between the wet folds of my pussy. I tug his hair harder with every brush the crown of his cock makes past my aching clit.

  Quickening the thrusts of my hips, I run my hands over the ridges of his back and torso, relishing the feeling of his heated skin against mine. A squeal abruptly leaves my lips when Hunter flips us over, swapping our position so I am on top of him. Banding his arms around my back, he scoots up the bed until his back is resting on the bedhead and I'm straddled in his lap. I angle my chin down low, using the thickness of my vibrant red hair as a shield to hide my aroused face. Normally, my face was buried in the crook of Riley's neck during any sexual encounters, so this feels too open and unguarded. We are face to face, mere inches from each other.

  “No hiding, Paige. I want to see your beautiful face.” He grips my chin and jerks it higher.

  When he rocks his hips, stroking his cock along the folds of my wetness, my head flings back, and a husky moan spills from my mouth.

  “That’s it, baby,” Hunter coaxes. “Sex is just like dancing, remember? Now we are dancing. Dance with me, Paige.”

  I unclench my fists and roll my shoulders, easing my stiffened posture.

  “Sex is just like dancing,” I mutter to myself, moving my hips in a similar rhythm to his, my mind scrambling as my next chase to climax ramps up a gear.

  My knees dig into his hips when he takes my pert nipple into his warm, inviting mouth. His teeth nibble the stiffened peak of my nipple, making it even harder before his tongue circles it, lathering it with core-shattering devotion. I moan and rock my hips harder, needing something to lessen the insane throb between my legs. My moans turn into feral groans when the crown of his cock connects with my vulnerable clit. With his mouth and hands on my breasts and the sensation of his cock rubbing against my clit, I'm close to the brink, ready to free fall into ecstasy again at any moment.

  I lean back and secure a grip on his tense thighs before increasing my pace even more, not the slightest bit ashamed. I rub myself along his hard-as-stone
shaft in a rhythm so fast, my plummet into climax hits quicker than I'm anticipating. I moan, a long shuddering groan when the upwelling of an orgasm crashes into me. None of my usual awkward stiffness is present – not a single ounce as I shudder and shake above Hunter, saying his name over and over again as a torrent of passion overtakes my body.

  When the tremors raking through my body simmer, I flutter open my eyes and stare into his heavily dilated pupils. Any concerns tempting to surface vanish when he says, “Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Now do it again with my cock inside you.”

  I lift myself off the bed on a pair of shaky knees, gaining the height I need so the crown of his cock nestles between my legs. A violent surge of desire shoots through my body when I lower down, taking the first inch of his thick shaft.

  “Slower,” Hunter demands, his voice strangled with lust.

  My breath hitches as I continue to lower myself down. Even with experiencing countless orgasms and being drenching wet, the girth of his cock still causes a painful sting to rocket through my core.

  “You need to relax, Paige. Breathe and relax.” His murky eyes stare straight into mine.

  Licking my parched lips, I nod before inhaling a deep breath of air. Just giving my body permission to breathe loosens the tightness of my womb, allowing me to glide down another two inches.

  “That’s it, baby, nice and slow.”

  I gasp in a deep breath when my pussy hits the base of Hunter's cock. An inane smile stretches across my face, pleased as punch that I've managed to take him all the way to the root. Although painful, it also feels incredibly arousing. I've never felt so full. When my eyes lock with Hunter, I see he's also smiling. A purr rumbles from my chest when he twitches his cock, ensuring I feel exactly how deep he is. His head arches back, and he groans roughly when I swivel my hips, returning his tease.

  “Fuck, Paige. Unless you want me to cum, you better not do that again.”

  My smile enlarges when I swivel my hips again, denying his pleas. His eyes snap open and bore into mine. My pulse quickens when I catch the covetous look in them. His gaze is greedy and wanting. He props his hands at the side of his splayed hips before he lifts his backside off the mattress and swings his legs over the side of the bed. I cry out when he thrusts into me again. He's even deeper this time. My pussy ripples around him, squeezing him tight when he drags his hips back before lurching forward again.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Hunter mutters, his voice rough.

  My head lolls to the side, and my lips part as he increases the tempo of his thrusts. Even though I am riding on top and technically supposed to have control, my playful tease has switched the axis between us, meaning the reins have been handed over to Hunter.

  One of his hands guides my shoulders back, opening me to him even more, while the other lowers to the region where our bodies are connected in the most intimate way. Any pain I'm experiencing is neglected when he rolls the pad of his thumb over my throbbing clit, arousing it at the same pace his cock is consuming my pussy.

  A musky smell invades my senses as my body temperature rises. My skin is covered with a fine misting of sweat, and my heart is beating wildly, nearly matching the insane throb of my pussy. My eyes snap shut when Hunter's tongue delves out to lick a bead of sweat rolling between my breasts. I thrust my chest out, loving the feeling of his beard scratching the stiff peaks of my nipples.

  “Oh god,” I pant when he scrapes his beard across my chest, firmly tightening my coil. “Again. Please. Do it again.”

  “Oh. Oh. Oh.” I shout when he does as requested, sending a blistering of lights to shatter in front of my eyes.

  “Ah. Fuck. Christ,” he mutters when his cock gets strangled by my pussy as another climax shimmers through my body.

  His hand grips the nape of my neck as his pumps grow faster, pushing me over the edge. I become lost in an orgasm as his frantic strokes have him hitting the most tender spot inside me. My core spasms, launching a pulse of pleasure to every region of my body, spurring all the fine hairs on my skin to bristle. Hunter holds my gaze, watching me unravel before him, absorbing every shudder he instigated. His ardent stare lengthens my orgasm, catapulting it to a never-before-reached level.

  Just when I wonder if my climax will never end, my body goes lax, and I slowly come down from blessedness. I lean into him, unable to hold up my head, let alone continue fucking at the ruthless pace he's undertaking.

  When I regain control of my wild heartbeat, I push off Hunter’s torso and meet his strokes thrust for thrust, lowering my hips with just as much strength as he's pounding into me. I feel him get thicker as his chase to release deepens. I sling my arms around his damp shoulders and lock my eyes with his, wanting to see him lose control as I had. To watch him come undone.

  His gorgeous face constricts as his hips jerk higher, slamming into me with brutal force, causing another tidal wave of excitement to scorch through my exhausted body. Moaning a feral groan, Hunter does one final thrust, impaling me to the very base before the tremors of my body extend to his.

  “Fuck, Paige,” he roars, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  My pussy ripples around him, squeezing and massaging every drop of cum firing from his throbbing cock.

  Once every drop of his cum has been expelled, he draws me in closer, nuzzling his damp head into the nook of my neck. His breath hits my neckline in hard, ragged pants, similar to the twitching of his cock as he endeavors to gather his composure. I lean in tighter, relishing having every inch of his heated skin against mine.

  “Jesus, Paige,” he mutters against my neck. “You're going to fucking destroy me.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Two weeks later…

  My quick taps on the keyboard stop when I sense a presence in my writing cave. Lifting my eyes from the stream of words displayed in front of me, I discover an even more awe-inspiring visual.

  Hunter is leaning in the doorjamb, wearing nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans and a cocky grin. The jeans hang low enough off his hips that his scrumptious Apollo belt is on full display, his drool-worthy tattooed pecs, and the breathtaking bumps of his impressive six pack.

  After giving my eyes numerous heart-thrashing seconds to absorb the panty-wetting visual in front of me, I lock my eyes with Hunter. Guilt smashes into me when I notice how tired he looks. His eyes are plagued with dark rings, and his beard is more unkempt than normal.

  “Did my typing wake you?” I whisper, grimacing when I realize it's a little after 4 AM.

  He pushes off the doorframe and paces deeper into the room. “No. Just a cold bed.”

  “I figured you’d be used to that with how quickly you kicked your conquests out.” I snap my vindictive mouth shut and lift my apologetic eyes to his. “I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I get a little bitchy when I’m hungry.”

  Hunter's lips tug into a smirk, silently accepting my apology. He lifts me out of my hideous writing chair, takes a seat and pulls me down to sit in his lap. Any concerns about him being upset by my snarky comment vanish when the bristles of his beard scratch the edge of my neck. He nuzzles into my side and presses a succession of feather-like kisses to my jaw. The softness of his prickles reminds me of a tabby cat curling up against its owner. The only difference is I'm the one purring instead of Hunter.

  The past two weeks have been. . . crazy. Yeah, I know what you're thinking - Paige, my dear, you were already crazy - but it's been a different type of crazy. After the gala, Hunter's work schedule turned hectic, meaning I usually only see him when he crawls into my bed in the wee hours of the morning. And more often than not, he leaves before I'm awake.

  With his brutal schedule, our regular dinner dates have become nonexistent, meaning I’ve resorted back to jam and peanut butter sandwich days to get me by. But even with our conflicting schedules, I wouldn't change a thing.

  The past two weeks haven't just been crazy; they have been staggering as well. My budding relationship with Hunter is unlike any
thing I've ever experienced. It's filled with moments of discovery and Hallmark movie happiness. I don't know if Hunter classes us as a friends with benefits arrangement or something more, but whatever it is, it is wonderful.

  “What are you working on?” Hunter asks, his voice not as smooth as normal due to the early hour.

  I lean over and close down my notes on my Scrivener writing app to bring up the draft of my current manuscript. Hunter wheels in closer to my desk, props his elbows onto the edge of my writing chair and reads the document.

  I don't breathe or make a sound as I scrutinize every expression that crosses his face as his eyes scan the newly created bedroom scene I just penned. I can tell when he reaches some areas of the story just from the way his lips twitch, or his pupils dilate, but he remains quiet, reading the three thousand plus word scene in silence.

  Even with his calm composure, this is ten times better than sending my draft out to my group of beta readers. This way I get to see what real life reactions may occur when a reader reads my work. It's an exceptional experience, one I'm sure authors would pay bucket loads of cash to experience.

  Once he finishes reading the entire scene, he slumps deeper into the chair, taking me with him. I wait impatiently for him to give me his feedback. Although his posture doesn't allude to the laughter he expelled the last time I read him my manuscript, I am still braced, prepared for impact. It isn't that I haven't put my heart and soul into this piece as Hunter suggested – I have – but my writing skills are lacking in the steamy romance department, so I'm expecting some type of negative response.

  “It's really good, Paige.” His eyes lock with mine. “Really, really good.”

  I search his eyes, seeking any untruth. When I fail to discover any, I suck in a large, deep breath of air, puffing my chest out high.

  “You’re not just telling me that because you want to get into my panties?” My eyes rocket between his.