by Lauren Wood
“You really do know how to take direction.” I was walking a tightrope with no net to catch me. I could only hope when I fell that he would be there with his capable arms and that bewitching smile.
I came several times with the last one being the most intense. It was such an experience that I was surprised by how I didn’t fall from the desk. He must’ve held on tight, because the road was bumpy.
I lost count after the fifth time and I lie there feeling like I was in a desperate need for a smoke. My limbs were fatigued and every muscle had been strained beyond endurance.
“I have…anticipated the moment when I would meet a man who could see past my prim and proper exterior. I… never thought this day would come.” I was breathless, exhausted beyond words, but I could feel his hands on my thighs and then he was pulling me towards him.
“You make me so crazy that I can’t see straight. You can’t possibly think this is the end of it. I don’t know about you, but I’m just getting my second wind.” I found myself playfully trying to push him away, but not really putting that much conviction behind it.
“I don’t know…if I have it in me…to give you what you want.” Any negative thinking went out the window when he gave me the bulbous head of his manhood. “My body is willing, but my mind has been short circuited by how many times you made me cum all over your face.” I thought I felt the inkling of a flame rekindled from the insertion of his instrument.
“This is what you came in here for and it’s damn well what you’re going to get. What did you think happens when you dangle a piece of meat in front of a starving dog? It’s not just going to sit there idle and do nothing. I think you can say the same about any man in this position.” He was only halfway in and then he gave that final lunge to make me rise up until my ass was hanging off the desk.
“I don’t think I can…cum again.” I wasn’t sure if that was true and something was certainly happening down below the equator. “I want to give you that breathless moment where you don’t know if you’re coming or going.” I understood that satisfying me was only a prelude for him to share with me the product of his arousal.
I was foolish to think otherwise, but there was no way that I could fight him. I found it necessary to give in willingly and basking in the afterglow was nothing compared to being forced to feel what was impossible.
“You are a storm and I find myself wondering about the possibility of being struck by lightning. I can’t seem to hold you down for any length of time, Felicia. I look at the way you have swallowed my cock and how the lips are swollen and puffy and I know I’m responsible for that.” He really did think he was above reproach when it came to his prowess in the bedroom. I would have loved to argue with him, but I was in the process of a release of endorphins.
“I can’t believe it… I can’t fucking believe it… I know this is only going to fuel your ego, but I think I’m going to… No… I know I’m going to… CUMMMMM.” The slapping of our flesh was the only thing that I could hear and then he had his hand over my mouth.
I stared at him incredulously, as he continued to batter me into submission by the strength and the ferocity of his legs thrusting with determination against me.
The squeezing sensation was supposed to be enough to coax his load from where it was currently stored in his balls. I didn’t know how he could withstand the intense massage along the length in a rhythmic fashion to get him to blow. He was not about to be taken prisoner easily and I had to admire the fight he was putting up.
My legs were in the air and then he was holding them. He was looking me in the eyes as he traveled from one end to the other with this lustful gaze of appreciation for my form.
“I’m as surprised as you are and maybe even more so that I was able to hold out after what you just did to me. I think you should take it as a compliment and believe that you are lucky that I’m not a premature disappointment.” I knew if I could get him in the saddle that I could translate his need to please into something every woman would give almost anything to be a part of.
“I don’t know… I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. I’m pretty much a rag doll with no will of my own. I have no energy to spare and I’ve looked for more deep down but there’s nothing there.” The last orgasm depleted my reserves and I was left with my legs flung on either side of the table with him holding my knees apart for better access.
“I know you still want it and you can’t convince me otherwise.” I was no longer in control of my body and Jules was certainly a man amongst men. He was a consummate lover with this desperate need to please which I found compelling. I could see many nights giving intense pleasure to one another.
He was finally coming to the end of his rope and teetering on the edge until shots of his love became a part of my anatomy. He wasn’t screaming and I knew he wanted to but he was preventing himself from attracting the attention of the staff in the office.
He gave one final lurch and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing remotely intelligent came out. He was pretty much under duress and I think he wanted to prove something to me. Jules certainly did go above and beyond the call of duty, but I don’t think that I would’ve expected anything less.
Chapter 6
When I left his office, I was walking funny and there were moments I had to stop to hold myself up because my legs were literally made of jelly. I suspected the females understood the reason why I was feeling under the weather and needed to take the rest of the day off.
The knowing glances gave me the indication this was something they had gone through from time to time. I didn’t need to know the details, but I was in the profession of hearing them confess all of their dirty little secrets.
I found some time to be by myself, but I needed to confront him and see if there was any room in his life for me. It could’ve been a strictly physical thing without any kind of emotional involvement, but the only way that I was going to find out was to face him. I decided there was not time like the present. I was soon driving over to his place. I could only hope for a repeat performance of what we did there.
“I know I shouldn’t be here, but we really do need to talk.” I was standing outside his home talking into the intercom. “If you’re trying to avoid me then it would be a good idea to put your car in the garage. It’s one thing if you have somebody there, but it’s another thing entirely if you don’t have the courage to discuss the future.” I waited and I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I certainly didn’t believe for a second he would open the door. I heard his footsteps approaching with my heart in my mouth.
“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to come here. I thought we could have a little bit of fun on the side while you work your voodoo with my staff. Women are all the same and they all want to talk about their feelings. Since you’re here already, you may as well come in and have a drink. I know that I’m going to need some liquid encouragement to get through this.” I didn’t think it was fair of him to make any assumptions, but he wasn’t wrong. I did have something on my mind.
I had a glass of wine and the truth was hard to face without what he called liquid encouragement. Something happened when I held him and I was sure the idea of letting me down softly was his way of protecting his heart.
He drank straight whiskey and he was beginning to make me doubt that our story would have a happy ending. “I’ve never considered a commitment in my life.” This was not where I wanted the conversation to go. “I’m not getting any younger and my biological clock is ticking. I find myself in the stage of life where I need something more than just a one night stand.” I didn’t dare to hope, but he did sound like he was ready to change his ways.
“I’m going to stop you right there and it might be better to quit while I’m ahead. I hear what you’re saying and I never thought that I had this kind of influence on you. I don’t want to assume that I’m the girl you want and it’s entirely possible you’re talking about somebody else.” I had no reason to g
et my hopes up, but then he took my hand and placed the back of it against his lips.
“I feel a need to apologize and I never gave your profession any kind of respect. I’ve done some research and the results are in your favor. Most who are willing to speak about their experience with you have told me how you have been instrumental in making them open up their eyes. Their not the only ones and I find myself wondering about the path not taken.” He had never had an interest in family and having children was something that he couldn’t even fathom bringing into the world.
“It shows some real growth that you no longer want to play with people’s hearts. I was afraid of hoping for more than what you could give me. I would’ve taken anything, but this is beyond my wildest dreams.” We continued to drink and then inevitably our clothes began to melt from our bodies until he swept me into his arms and brought me to where the magic happened.
My body craved his touch. The way that we moved from one position to another was a seamless act of acrobatics. I felt inclined to break out some old favorites from a certain Indian book of sex acts and positions.
I knew he was the one for me when I felt him inject the sweet relief from between his legs. It didn’t stop and we continued to rut like wild animals. Nothing was going to stop us and then we flopped down onto the mattress completely covered in our own depravity.
His cock was still inside me dripping the remnants of what he had just delivered like a demon possessed. It slowly retracted from inside my body. I had never had it this good. If this pace kept up I would need the female equivalent of the little blue pill. Relationships have the possibility of going stagnant and the sex can become routine which was something I did not fear coming from Jules.
His issues with his family were going to continually affect his sex life, but I was going to be pretty damn happy until such time I cured him of such misconceptions.
“I want to tell you that I never thought that I would be affected by a woman like this. I always considered a woman to be there for my pleasure, but you proved to me that a woman’s needs are just as important.” For the first time in his life, he had found a woman willing to meet him halfway. He no longer had to hold them to a lower standard. I was one that gave him the insight and it felt good, but I was a little hesitant to have him out of my site.
This was an issue that I was going to have to work through on my own with the possibility of attaining a good therapist. I was not opposed to someone digging in my head, especially when I was dealing with the many secrets that had been unearthed. These people had problems and I was afraid of what would happen when the past would repeat itself.
In the next few days, I found that his business was suffering because of my interference. He had decided to go legitimate and was no longer taking cases where he knew they were guilty. A lot of people had to take a pay cut, but they were willing to do that to make a true difference. I had been put on retainer and given a permanent position not only in his bed but at the office.
I was right about the staff needing to get some things off their chest and some were more shocking than others. I tried to separate my work from my home life.
I found him willing to go through therapy at my hand as long as it was in combination with a happy ending. It could either come from my mouth, my tiny little hole, or even by the manual strangulation of my hand. If I wasn’t careful I was going to come down with a case of carpal tunnel syndrome. It would be worth it and the end result was that we were closer because of it.
I was at first hesitant, but the added component of sex during therapy was a nice change of pace. I had to smile every time another one of his staff would lie down in the very same position that I had with my legs in the air. Had they known what had gone on, they probably would want to burn the leather couch and never be able to look at either myself or Jules the same way again.
They probably thought there was no possible way that we would mix business with pleasure in the office, but what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them.
I was certainly going to have my hands full and then I looked up from my desk to see that he was completely naked with a ribbon and bow to signify our one month anniversary. Nothing was for certain, but I was happy and I could only hope nothing was going to take that away.
I would fight them to the death for what I had and the plus sign on the test certainly was a good indication of the possibility of him passing on his legacy to his prodigy. That news could wait until after I satisfied my sweet tooth.
THE END
FILTHY NEIGHBOR: A BAD BOY NEXT DOOR ROMANCE
Chapter 1
I was just pulling into my driveway when I saw her for the first time. Watching her through the black tinted visor on my motorcycle helmet I couldn’t help but stare at her.
She was slightly pale with long blonde hair, I couldn’t tell what color her eyes were from the shades that she was wearing to protect her eyes from the sun but I’m betting they’re blue.
I checked her out as I shut my motorcycle off and watched as she lifted her head slightly from the basking chair she was laying in.
Her blonde hair was put up in a ponytail and she looked as if she had headphones in her ears but she had a slight smile on her face. I was pretty sure her name was Amanda but I wouldn’t have bet money on it.
Taking off my motorcycle helmet and welcoming the cool breeze that picked up, I was hot in the leather motorcycle outfit I decided to wear, even my feet were soaked with sweat inside my motorcycle boots.
“Nice day isn’t it?” I called over to her, seeing her nod her head and take one of her earbuds out of her ear.
“What’s that?” She called back, she hadn’t heard me but at least she acknowledged that I was talking to her.
“I said nice day, isn’t it?” Repeating myself which I didn’t like to do.
“It is.” She nodded her head, her smile growing wider across her face.
“My names Dean.” I thought I should at least introduce myself and hope that she would do the same.
“Shelly.” She replied. It was a good thing that I didn’t put money on it I would’ve lost but money isn’t anything if you have a lot of it.
“Nice to meet you,” I stated, wanting the conversation to continue but I had to get out of the leather that was surely going to be had to get off my sweaty body.
I left my motorcycle in the driveway and as I reached the steps to the front door it opened and my driver Jake came out.
“Would you like me to move that to the garage for you?” He asked he was a balding man with brown hair and light brown eyes.
“That would be good, thank you. Wash it down so that it looks new.” I grinned at him.
The motorcycle was my favorite thing to drive. I always made sure after each ride it got a scrub down. Not by me of course, that was the reason why I had so much help. So I wouldn’t have to do it myself.
I hoped that she was going to be outside when I got done taking a shower. Maybe I would invite her over for a drink or two, or to go swimming on this hot day that threatened to get hotter.
Chapter 2
His name was Dean, I had watched him since I moved into the mansion that my father had given me in his will. I stuck to myself mostly and thought about my father and the things that he had done to help me out. I was no stranger to the loneliness. The only people to keep me company was the help that decided to stay on because my father had taken care of their pay as well.
I watched him walk into his house and saw the way he walked he had a lot of confidence, the way he talked to the man that came out of the house I would’ve probably told him to wash his bike himself but that’s just me. I could see that he was kind of a bad boy but I would never let him treat me like that even if I was his help, it didn’t matter how much he was paying me.
My father had taught me to give the same respect that I would expect from others and I always had.
A smile lingered on my face when I thought about being on the back of the motorcycle with him, I ha
d never been on the back of one and it looked thrilling, he looked like a bad boy when he pulled into the driveway. I wasn’t stupid. I knew that he was checking me out and taking his time getting off his bike before he decided to talk to me.
I picked up the spray bottle beside me that had water in it and I spritzed myself with it, the sweat was getting to me and the day was getting hotter. I wanted to get into the pool but it was being cleaned for the start of the summer.
“Is there anything you would like me to get you?” I heard a soft voice behind me.
It was my maid Jenna, she was short with brown hair and dark brown eyes. I didn’t make her wear a uniform. I knew how hot it was outside and I wasn’t going to make her sweat in a uniform that my father had designed for the help.
She was wearing a pair of shorts and a white tank top with flip flops on her feet.
“An ice water would be good.” I smiled up at her, keeping my white framed mirrored sunglasses on.
“I’m sorry about the pool, it will be another day before you can get into it.” She told me.
I nodded my head but it wasn’t something I wanted to hear. There was no use in complaining, it would change the news that I heard. It would just complicate things.
“Thank you for not getting upset with me.” She smiled, getting ready to turn away.
“There’s no point in it, life’s too short,” I muttered, shaking my head.
“Your father didn’t see it that way. I wish he had the personality like you have.” Jenna told me.
I watched her walk away, I felt bad for her. The morals that my father had taught me he didn’t abide by himself, he just taught me what he thought was right. Though it was I wished that the help had more good things to say about him than bad.