No Expectations

by Diaz, Madison

  We hugged, and I thanked her for the check before stuffing it into my fanny pack. Dexter and I walked a little longer than usual. I let him get everything out, so they'd have plenty of time to finish packing. When we returned, she gave him one last hug before disappearing into the hallway.

  I didn't want the animals to feel lonely right away, so I slumped onto the couch and turned on the TV. Dane and Dexter played, barking a little bit before I quieted them down. I watched all the best daytime television I could before feeling bored out of mind.

  Keeping myself busy until seven was harder than I would have thought. I couldn't show up right at seven, so I needed a distraction. He’d probably need to relax first.

  Around six, I went upstairs and had a snack while my parents discussed Christmas plans. Grandma didn't want to travel all the way down to the beach for the holidays, but Mom refused to cooperate. Dad got caught in the middle, like usual, and ended up agreeing to pick up my grandparents on the way home from work. Mom once again pointed out how he couldn't tell his mother no and blah, blah, blah.

  I couldn't listen anymore, so I said goodnight and grabbed my backpack filled with clothes, books, and my laptop. Once I got back to Mrs. Petterman's floor, I dropped my stuff off, then checked my appearance in her bathroom.

  No make-up. Trashy look on lock. That was okay. It was cold and wet outside, and I wasn't trying to seduce an older man. I was just checking out his dog for work purposes. No need to change or dress up. I'd end up embarrassing myself more that way. I could imagine him now, giving me a sympathetic look as I strutted around all dolled up. Nope. Not me.

  I took a deep breath and pep talked myself into believing he was a normal person. Not, at all, the most beautiful man I'd ever laid eyes on. He was just a man, and I was just a girl, and we lived in the same building. That was the end of it.

  My hands were still shaking as I left Mrs. Petterman's apartment.

  Chapter Six

  Stephen

  Karen dropped Charlie off while I was at work. When I opened the front door to my condo, he sat on the other side. He stared at me with his tail wagging out of control. I had to admit, it was pretty cute.

  "Hey, buddy," I said as sweet as possible before bending down to pet him. He put his paw on my arm which made me feel something warm inside. I wasn't a huge fan of dogs, but Charlie was kinda adorable. He was some hunting mixed breed from the shelter, and the sweetest dog in the world.

  Standing, I ran my fingers through my hair. My briefcase found its way in one of my dining chairs as I kicked off my shoes in the process. The mountain of paperwork waiting for me back at the store had me dreading tomorrow morning. I had too many sales awaiting final approval, but I guess that wasn't something to complain about.

  Tonight, I would relax. Enjoy the silence, if that was possible. Tossing my mail onto the table, I grabbed a beer from the fridge. That first crisp sip tasted so good as I collapsed onto the couch, already missing my girls way too much.

  My phone dinged, bringing me relief once I realized the alert was from Karen. Just landed in Newark! We're waiting to board to Dublin :) Have fun with Charlie!

  I sent her back a `good luck' in response. Placing my phone on the coffee table, I let out a long sigh, rubbing my eyes. These next few days were going to be lonely. I'd already called Layla three times since she got out of school, and Desiree was getting annoyed. Now even my sister was falling into unreachable territory. These next few days would be rough. I’ll have to keep myself busy somehow.

  Charlie nudged my arm, bringing my attention back to him. His tail wagged. He looked just as sad as I felt. I wrapped an arm around his neck and flapped his ears around as he stood at attention. We touched noses before he licked mine, causing me to jerk back in surprise and laugh.

  His ears perked up once he heard movement in the hallway, then he ran to the door and sniffed the crack. Loosening my tie, my eyebrow rose. Not sure why he was so interested in what was going on in the hallway until I heard a knock.

  Groaning, unsure of who it was, I slid from the couch to the door. Through the peephole was that pretty girl, Emilia, standing on the other side. Why was she here? Oh, wait. Yeah, I'd forgotten all about my diabolical plan to get her into my apartment like some creeper old man. She was supposed to come over for some stupid fabricated reason I made up just to see her again.

  I unlocked the door then ripped it open. She put on that cute smile I was becoming accustomed to. Her eyes sparkled as I let my gaze drift down her outfit. She wore a tight-fitting sweater since it was a little chilly outside. I couldn't help but notice how her chest looked in that v-neck. She brought my attention back to her eyes as she said, "I came to check out the dog."

  I blinked. "Oh, right. Come in." I stepped back as she stepped forward. Charlie ran up to her in an instant. She squatted down to his level. The waist of her jeans rode a little low, revealing a centimeter of her crack. Her ass was amazing, and I hated myself for thinking that.

  I needed to find a way to get her out of here before I hit on her. That would be bad. Very bad. I didn't know why I even thought it was a good idea to ask her to do this. I hadn't been able to get her brown eyes out of my head since we first spoke.

  She cooed at him and stroked his head while he sat for her like a good boy. I inched the door closed. Pretending to do anything except look at her, I walked to my dining table to sort through my mail.

  The other night, I stayed up late imagining ridiculous fantasies where she played front and center. She came onto me, pulling off her shirt to reveal her perky chest. She peeled away the yoga pants she always wore to show off her sexy ass…

  Stop, I needed to stop. It didn't matter how sexy she was. She was barely eighteen, for Christ's sake. Her dad and I probably went to high school at the same time.

  "He's such a good dog," I heard her say from behind me.

  I shrugged, still not looking. "Yeah, I'm glad you like him."

  A pause. "You don't?"

  I finally turned around and caught her staring at me with those big beautiful eyes, her pretty long hair inviting me to run my fingers through it. If she stayed here any longer, I’d be in trouble. "Um, I don't get along with dogs that much."

  She let out a dramatic gasp, surprising me as a hand grasped at her heart. "That like super hurts my feelings, considering what I do for a living."

  Laughter crept up over my lips before I pinned them closed, letting it pass. She was still staring. "You don't do it for a living. You do it for fun because you like it. People just happen to offer you money for it."

  She shrugged then stood straight. "I guess you're right." She crossed her arms then shifted her weight as I was the one watching her this time.

  She bit her soft-looking lip before averting her eyes from mine and to the floor. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, her voice so small and uncertain.

  A smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned back against the dining table. "Why are you asking?"

  Shrugging again, she still avoided my gaze. She walked to the back of my couch and toyed with the throw blanket folded at the top, playing coy. I liked it. Maybe I liked her. "Just wondering… it doesn't seem like you're married since you don't wear a ring, and I never see anyone around here so…”

  Shit. I knew what she was doing. She finally looked back over to me, worry spread all across her face, but I attempted to seem neutral. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. No time."

  I watched her exhale with relief before she tried to cover her expression. I stepped forward, closing the space between us a little. "What about you? A beautiful young woman like yourself must have a boyfriend."

  She stood still, watching me stalk across the room like she was prey. Her eyes were wide as she cleared her throat. "No," her voice was soft, "I don't have a boyfriend."

  I couldn't help but chuckle as she bit back a smile. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

  That offended her. "Uh, yes."

  "Hmm." Another
step. "When'd you break up?"

  She thought for a moment, unsure if she wanted to give me the information, I assumed. I'd be fine with it if she didn’t tell me and ran away instead. I could chase her off, and she wouldn't visit me, tempting me with her sexy eyes and big lips. "Over the summer… he went away to Cornell, and I stayed here."

  Finally reaching her, my hand rested against hers along the edge of the couch. We stood so close. She smelled like cinnamon. So badly I wanted to bury my face in her neck and breathe it in. She looked up at me, a little frightened. Please get freaked out and leave. "Did you have sex with this boyfriend?"

  She blinked slow, taking in what I asked. She didn't look offended. Her pretty lips parted in a smile as she nodded, and I knew I was in trouble. She was down. She wanted me to flirt with her. My dick stiffened as I thought back over the last few days. We were heading into dangerous territory. She needed to stay a fantasy.

  No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't help myself. There was nothing that could hold me back anymore. If I scared her off, that'd be the best thing for both of us. "Have you had sex with anyone else?" She bit her lip as she shook her head. Her eyes were mesmerizing. Her lips so kissable. "What else did you two do?" my voice came out soft.

  "Um…” her voice was shaky, I glanced down and noticed her hands trembling, "you know… like oral and stuff."

  Her eyes flicked to my lips as I licked them then smirked. "Do you like `oral and stuff,' Emilia?"

  She caught my eyes again as hers widened. She suddenly shied away, "I mean… it's okay."

  I didn’t know what was wrong with me. My dick took control of my brain at this point, so I said it. I said whatever nasty piece of shit thing that ran through my mind. "If I ate your pussy, Emilia, you'd think it was much better than okay."

  She froze, completely shocked by my directness. She wasn't used to this kind of attention. She's gotten used to boys taking her out on crappy dates. Guys pretending to yawn while they put their arm around her. Her voice shook again, "Yeah?"

  I nodded then placed another hand on her other side, locking her between my arms. Hovering over her, she looked up with those sexy hooded eyes. "Would you want that?" I asked so quietly it was like a whisper. She shivered at the thought.

  She was slow as she licked her lips. I waited. "Yes. I want that."

  Fuck. This girl was gonna kill me. She came down here at the just the right time. Her body swayed forward, wanting me to touch her, but I stayed back. "Say it out loud.”

  "Stephen," the way she said my name was steady, and the sexiest thing I had ever heard, "I want you to eat my pussy."

  A growl came from my throat. I gripped her hips and shoved her body against mine, positioning my thigh between her legs. She gasped, her eyes wide, as I smashed our hips together, letting her feel how hard I was through my suit pants. "You're a bad girl. You shouldn't be teasing me like this."

  She was breathless as her arms wrapped around my neck, rubbing back against me. This naughty girl's voice was husky and filled with lust as she said, "I'll be bad if you want, but I'm not teasing you."

  That was all I could take. My lips crashed into hers. My heart pounded hard in my chest as my hands moved up to the small of her back, and I pushed our bodies closer together. Her lips collapsed over mine before I brushed my tongue against her mouth. She moaned against my lips, opening and letting me in. Her hands gripped at my hair, tugging lightly. Our tongues were hungry, exploring each other's mouths. She tasted so good. I moaned against her as she panted.

  After a few minutes of lip locking, I finally pulled away, leaving her lips red and puffy. Her eyes still filled with desire as she gripped the collar of my jacket and tugged, trying to pull me back to her. The way she looked at me with so much want was unforgettable. So sexy. So turned on. So, so young. "We should stop," I whispered. "This is wrong."

  She frowned. "No. Why?"

  It pained me to say it because deep down, I didn't care. I knew I wasn't a creep. I knew I didn't usually go for women this young. There was something about her that made me a desperate man, but I couldn't take advantage of her. "You're half my age."

  She bit her lip, thinking for a moment before surprising me with a sexy grin. "I don't care about that. I think you're sexy." Her hands glided down from my collar over my arms. "Last night, I laid in bed, thinking about you." I blinked as she leaned closer, whispering this dirty shit right against my lips. "I touched myself. I want this. I want you. Don't tease me."

  My eyebrows shot up. It seemed ridiculous now that I tried to scare her off by being direct. She was the brave one between us. "What did you think about?"

  She laughed with this naughty look in her eyes, captivating me even more. Her finger slid up my arms to cup my cheeks. One finger moved to trace along the outline of my lips. "These sexy lips between my legs."

  I hummed into her, closing my eyes for a second while my cock twitched against her. I opened them again, revealing her victorious smile. She knew I couldn't say no to that. "You really want me to eat you out, don't you?"

  She nodded. "I really do."

  Taking off my jacket with a quickness I didn’t know was possible, she watched me in awe before I gave her instructions, "Take off your jeans and panties, then lay on the couch."

  Chapter Seven

  Emilia

  This was all happening so fast. What had I gotten myself into? I didn’t even recognize myself. Emilia Browne was never this forward. Even for strong, sexy, irresistible men. When I was with Tony, he made all the moves. We never talked dirty. We never kissed with so much heat. My body felt electric. Like Stephen was the first man to ever plug me in and flip the switch.

  My hands shook as I grasped at the button on my jeans. I unbuttoned then lowered my zipper before tearing my gaze away from Stephen. I could feel his predatory eyes on me as I walked around the couch. This was happening. It was really happening. Stephen Something, mystery man from two floors down, was about to go down on me.

  My jeans and panties slid down my legs as they almost gave out. Sitting back on his nice white leather couch, I realized then how heavy my breathing was. I took in a deep breath then let it out in a desperate effort to calm myself. I was an adult about to do normal adult things with my sexy adult neighbor. There was nothing to be nervous about. No expectations. Just lust. That was fine. Mature even.

  Stephen's sexy build came around the couch then, he went to his knees in front of me. I kept my focus on his beautiful blue eyes. He wore a serious expression as he grabbed my thighs with his rough hands and pulled my body closer to the edge. "Lay back," he commanded.

  I leaned back onto my elbows and watched. We had a staring contest as he pulled his tie completely off before tossing it to the side. He was still dressed for work but had more of a casual Friday look now with the missing jacket, tie, and top two buttons.

  He glanced down at my private lips, and I felt exposed. His steady hands grazed my skin up my thighs until his thumbs were on each lip. He pulled them apart then ran one up and down my folds. I heard myself gasp at the contact. His eyes darted to mine, and he gave a brief sexy grin before looking back down and closing his eyes.

  He leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against me. I let out a premature moan. My core was hot and burning for him. I wanted him bad. His tongue snaked out and licked up to my clit. I bit my lip as his mouth secured against me, covering my little bud and starting to flick it with his tongue.

  I watched as he kept his eyes closed. Those sexy wrinkles crinkled at the edges. His eyelashes brushed against his cheeks. He looked relaxed as he moaned into me, making my body involuntarily jerk into him.

  I tried controlling myself, but I couldn't help it. I circled my hips and pressed myself up against his face. He knew what I needed as his mouth pressed harder onto me, applying more pressure. I tried pushing away how self-conscious I felt. How did most mature women act when they were being eaten out? How did other women act when Stephe
n ate them out? Stop comparing yourself, Mia. Even if it was only for a moment, he wants you. Not some fancy older woman. You.

  I could hear myself panting as I let out another throaty moan. His right hand left my thigh as the other held my leg in place. His fingers traced up and down the inside of my lips while his mouth stayed concentrated on my button.

  Once two of his fingers were wet enough, he pushed them inside me. My groan was hungry as I thrust myself up against his mouth, grabbing his soft hair. He moaned again, vibrating through me. His fingers worked a little faster as he pushed them deeper, rubbing the inside in the perfect spot.

  This wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced. Tony had given me head before, but it wasn't like this. He had always been too self-conscious to go for anything. Stephen knew what he was doing and he knew it felt good, and he knew he was going to make me come.

  A whimper escaped as my body heated. The feeling between my legs intensified. His eyes shot open to watch me. I bit my lip before letting another moan go, louder. I didn't have to worry about being quiet. There were no parents in the other room, just us. I let him know how good it felt as my orgasm hit. I didn't hold back as my body quivered against him. His eyes didn't leave mine as I shook and groaned, coming on a man's mouth for the very first time.

  He kept licking until my hips slowed, then he pulled away and sexily licked his lips with a smile. That amazing smile. My hands flew to his cheeks as I sat up. His eyes widened before I pushed my mouth to his. I could still taste myself on his lips, but I didn't care. I liked it. I licked his lips as his arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer to him. He pulled away, looking into my eyes with lust. I didn't want it to end or the awkwardness to start, so I said, "I want you to fuck me."