The Man in 3B

by Alexis Shore

  Especially as his hand stroked down her belly, teasing its way through her bush. He swirled the tip of his finger up and down her lips, then used her own juice on her button.

  No.

  She turned round and gave him a wicked smile, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. The look on his face as she sat on his thighs was wonderful, and she suddenly revelled in this dominance.

  Snatching a glance at the bedside table, almost trying to reassure herself the phone was still there, she yanked his belt from around his waist and tore open the buttons of his fly.

  In her mind, this made sense as a plan somehow.

  Though the feelings in her loins were probably telling her it was a better idea than it really was. But his cock felt so firm, so swollen, so hot as she pulled it free from its confines. It had been such a long time since she had done this.

  Her robe slipped from her shoulders as she began to pump him in both hands, loving the way her tits moved gently with each upward thrust. His eyes closed and he sank his head into the pillow, moaning softly at her touch. It got bigger and much harder in her fists, the tip bulging above her grip, looking so immensely suckable.

  The memory of Rachael’s mouth engulfing the end of Jay’s prick danced in the forefront of Sheena’s mind. The way her friend’s lips seemed so soft and wet, teasing over its shape and pushing their way down his shaft. Sheena could feel those lips kissing her so vividly now.

  It seemed a bit unfair that he was getting all the fun, so she let go with one hand, and as he watched with wide eyes, she reached to her clit and began to finger herself the way he had done moments before.

  A little moan escaped her mouth, and he started to work his hips against the rhythm of her fist.

  If he didn’t come soon, she would.

  At least if the plan failed, it would have been fun trying.

  She loved how his cock felt as it swelled up, feeling massive in her hand as his breaths grew shallower and his fingers gripped her thighs hard. Any moment now. She bought her second hand back to his prick just as he started to twitch, sending ribbons of spunk into the air. They landed all over him in a delicious looking creamy mess.

  Perfect.

  It took some self-control to stop from leaning down to lick it all up, but she managed it, instead sliding away from him onto the mattress and catching her breath.

  “Messy boy,” she giggled.

  “Wow,” was all he managed to say in response.

  “Go and mop yourself up then,” she said, giving him a little patronising pat on the knee.

  With a boyish grin, he hopped of the bed and did as he was told. The moment he disappeared into the bathroom, she lunged for the phone and tapped at the screen, hoping it wasn’t locked.

  No.

  But now what?

  Oh, the call logs. It was the same model as hers, so she knew exactly where she was going, and within a second or two she was scrolling through his outgoing calls.

  There weren’t many.

  And none of the numbers he had called were hers.

  She went back nearly a week, before the flushing toilet made her pop the phone back down and roll away. She covered this movement when he walked in by opening her legs and bending one knee into the air.

  He licked his lips as he approached, sliding onto the bed head first and threading his arms under her thighs. The fat flesh of his tongue stroked up her pussy lips with a slow tenderness, before he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  God that was good.

  He knew just how to treat her with his mouth. Perfect.

  Sheena wondered for a moment how Rachael would feel doing that. A moan escaped her lips as the image faded. It was going to be difficult shaking these thoughts away. As Jay’s tongue pushed into her, she imagined Peter’s prick teasing at her lips, imagined opening wide to let him push his way in.

  She relaxed into his oral embrace even further. Satisfied that she had been stupid. Satisfied that she had been wrong. Satisfied that his tongue was lapping at her button now.

  Her thighs tightened, trapping his head quite firmly as her back arched and the orgasm washed over her. She swore loudly, almost exorcising the stress of the past hour, cleansing it away with a quivering delight.

  As the moment passed, he slipped up the bed beside her and planted a long, tender kiss on her mouth, slowly exploring her with his tongue, letting her taste herself on him.

  It was a good kiss.

  But …

  It all seemed so tame after last night.

  Fifteen

  How the fuck did that happen?

  Mike knew they both fancied him, but to just throw themselves his way with other blokes in the room, well, that was unexpected.

  Well, not unexpected perhaps.

  But another word.

  As he sat on the edge of the bed, curling his arm up against the weight in his hand, he began to picture himself in the room last night. Not from his own viewpoint, but almost shot like a porno movie.

  There he was, fucking the blonde from behind as she begged for more and more.

  He smiled against the pain in his bicep, pleased he now had his own dirty movie in his head. It would be worth some bragging points in the pub too. He wouldn’t mention that Peter and that James chap had been there of course, that would be a bit … gay.

  Peter had a huge cock though.

  Mike shook the thought from his mind and switched arms.

  These biceps would be bigger.

  Rachael really did love his moves last night. And she had such a great ass, especially when she stuck it up in the air and waited for his big, long cock to slip into her tight, wet, very hot pussy. He loved how her buttocks fit so perfectly in his hands too.

  It was the best fuck he’d had in ages.

  Two women so wet for him was making his cock hard now. Shame he had to leave before banging Sheena. It would be good to hit that once more. Or twice more.

  Maybe if Neve was here now she would see his aching erection and do something about it.

  But he’d think of Rachael when she was doing it.

  In fact, fuck it. Neve had been a crap shag for months now. Why should he settle for that? Especially when Rachael was across the hall prepared to give him a much better time.

  Decision made.

  It had been brewing for a while, but now he’d finally made up his mind, Mike felt a whole lot better.

  But manners first. There was someone else who would want to know his intentions. He pulled on a tight white t-shirt. Might as well give her something nice to look at whilst he broke her heart. The way she was looking at him as he fucked Rachael told him she wasn’t over him yet.

  So, lace on the charm.

  Grinning his most winning of smiles, Mike rang the doorbell. And when Sheena answered, her tits were hanging out. Christ they looked good. Maybe he could push her back into the flat and give them a good sucking.

  “Yes?” she asked sexily.

  “Hey babe,” he said, stepping forward to get a better look down between them.

  But she seemed reluctant to let him in. Maybe she could sense the let down she was about to get.

  “Yeah ok,” he smiled. “Have a good night last night?”

  “Not as good after you left.”

  For a moment he thought she’d said something else, and it took him a second to properly understand what she had really said. But here she was, half-undressed and flirting with him.

  “Okay, so,” he made sure to flex his chest muscles a little, giving her a thrill before the bombshell. “I just want to let you know that me and Rach are going to be an item.”

  The noise she made was amazing. A single, uncontrolled wail of pain.

  “Really?” she asked with a hurt swallow

  “Yeah,” he flexed his arms. “You saw how into me she was last night, so I thought, you know, things with Neve have petered out, I fancy someone new. And she’s just my type. But I don’t want you getting all jealous and shit.”
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  “No worries there,” Sheena choked back her tears. Brave girl.

  “But equally,” he put on his sexy face, “If you wanna have a little bonus fun with me on the side, I’m up for …”

  Overcome with her emotions, she shut the door on him. Poor girl didn’t want him to see how upset she was.

  Mike turned to head for his door, but almost walked straight into Neve.

  “Oh,” he said, giving her ass a squeeze, “Didn’t hear you come up.”

  She pulled his hand away, obviously wanting this to continue inside the flat. So he followed her in, wondering if he should have one last fuck before he ended it.

  Yeah, why not?

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, standing behind her and rolling himself against her beautiful ass. Not as beautiful as Rachael’s, but whatever. Her flame red hair smelt freshly washed, and for some reason made him want to suck her nipples.

  But as he slipped his hand up to grab each perfect little tit, she squirmed out of his manly embrace, “I just need to pick up some stuff.”

  She must be on her period. That was happening more and more often.

  Ah well, not his problem anymore.

  “We need to talk,” he said gravely.

  “Do we?” she shrugged, not hearing the tone in his voice. Women really were terrible at reading people’s moods, in spite of what they thought.

  “It’s time for us to break up.”

  A moment’s silence as he looked at her regretfully.

  Shock and grief stirred up such different emotions in everyone. Neve laughed. She actually laughed.

  “It’s not a joke,” he explained patiently, surprised to feel his cock straining hard against his jeans as he did so.

  “Fine,” she shook her head, “Good. Whatever. I’ve been fucking someone else for months.”

  With that she bundled up some things and headed out to the door, “I’ll pick up my stuff in a few days.”

  Then she was gone.

  That was heart-wrenching. Seeing such denial and fake strength all at once. And a bit pathetic lying to him like that in an effort to hurt him back. But whatever, if that’s how she had to cope, so what? It wasn’t his problem anymore. He’d give her a little bonus fuck when she picked up her stuff, and that would be it. Might as well let her leave with a smile on her face.

  So that was that.

  He spun around, taking in the flat, feeling as if he’d just moved in. The promise of his new freedom was great, and he began to imagine doing Rachael in each and every room.

  She’d look great bent over the arm of the sofa, or pressed into the glass door of the shower. Yeah, she’d definitely be a great new adornment to the place.

  Time to make his move.

  Shower first.

  Sixteen

  Mike always liked wearing his jeans without underwear. It felt like he was about to have sex. Which, he shrugged, was probably true. No point in the socks either then, he thought, tugging them from his feet and tossing them back down the hallway.

  The tiles out in the vestibule would be cold on his feet, but he’d man it out just to save time when they went to Rachael’s bed.

  Then he wondered if he should take condoms. He hated them. But she might insist. Even though there was no talk of it last night. She must be on the pill. Hmm. The last thing he wanted was a pregnant girlfriend.

  One last examination of his biceps in the mirror, and a quick check of the hair, before making sure there was nothing in his teeth, and he was out of the door onto the chilly floor of the vestibule.

  As his finger hovered over Rachael’s doorbell, something stopped him.

  Mike strained his ears to hear it again.

  Yes.

  It was Neve laughing.

  And it wasn’t an echo in his memory from when she left. She was actually laughing right now.

  He followed the sound, trying to locate the source. And the closer he got to Peter’s door, the louder it got. What was she doing in there?

  He pushed his eye to the peephole, hoping it might work in reverse, but couldn’t make anything out. But being this near to the door, he could hear his ex a little more clearly now. She was giggling and chatting away, but he couldn’t quite make out what she was saying.

  It made no sense that she would be in there.

  Mike wracked his brain, trying to remember when she ever mentioned she and Peter were friends. Half of what she said wasn’t worth listening to anyway, so she might have done, he’d never know.

  But crying on the shoulder of a male friend? There was no way Peter wouldn’t be waiting to make a move on her. And if he succeeded, unlikely, but if he did, then Neve might not want that bonus night next week.

  Time to nip this in the bud.

  Mike banged his closed fist hard on the door several times. And then, because that slimeball wasn’t answering fast enough, he banged it several more times.

  Eventually Peter appeared.

  “I wanna talk to Neve,” Mike said assertively.

  “Um,” Peter seemed to cower. “She’s not here.”

  “Yes she is, I heard her,” Mike strode forward, flattening Peter against the wall as he barged in purposefully. As he entered the living room, Neve stood up, buttoning up her blouse. That shit had already taken advantage of her emotional state.

  “Piss off,” she said, trying to cover her embarrassment.

  “You don’t have to lower yourself to his level just to get back at me.”

  “What?”

  “Mike,” Peter stepped in from behind him, “I think you should leave.”

  “I’ll leave when I’m ready.”

  “Just fuck off will you,” Neve was almost hysterical.

  “It’s over between us,” Mike explained with patience. “But you’re better than this tit. Have some self-respect.”

  “Mike,” she looked him in the eye. “You’re a prick. I’ve been fucking Peter for months behind your back.”

  “Yeah whatever.”

  “It’s true,” Peter shifted from foot to foot, looking scared.

  “It’s a bit petty innit? Making up some lie just to try and hurt me back.”

  “Look,” Neve span round and yanked her skirt up, revealing her pretty little ass and no panties. “See those spank marks. You didn’t do that, HE did.”

  “It’s just a rash,” Mike shrugged. “You’ve had it for months.”

  “Twat.”

  “Time for you to leave Mike,” Peter whispered in fear. Mike was being the man here, and this guy just couldn’t cope with it at all.