Number Neighbor

by KD Robichaux

  “One last question, and it’s a very important one.”

  All I can do is nod frantically and wait for him to ask.

  The blue of his eyes grow darker, and I watch, mesmerized, as his expression goes from pleasant and open to possessive and animalistic. “Would you like me to eat your beautiful cunt today, Ivy?”

  I choke then, the room spinning as it nearly goes black.

  Owen

  * * *

  Her whimper sets me off, her scent overtaking my every breath as that fucking black lace between her legs grows damp just inches from my face. I didn't hold back and waste time, and I don’t plan to. She wants me. If her body didn't tell me that alone, her words to “Hunter” did. I have my fuel and intel. I don’t and will not wait anymore.

  “Answer me, Ivy. Do you want my mouth on this breathtaking cunt?” I growl, kissing the inside of her thigh. She grips the exam table and breathes out. My cock nearly rips through my designer slacks. Fuck, she is beautiful, and she's finally mine. I’ve ached, longed, and lusted over her for so long, and her perfect body is splayed out for me to fucking own.

  “I… I… I can’t say it,” she stutters, taking hold of the paper gown and crisscrossing the two edges tightly over her front.

  “Say it or I will stop, and baby, this pussy needs me. It’s greedy and begging, and I need to give you what you need. Say it.” I use one finger to pull her panties to the side, the act raw and painfully visceral. She shaved, leaving just a strip of hair above her lips.

  Fuck, that’s mine.

  “I want you, Dr. Sage.”

  I let out a relieved breath.

  “Call me, Owen. Moan my name, Ivy. Fucking scream it.” With that, I end the torture for us both and lean in, opening her lips and licking her from taint to clit in one long swoop.

  Her taste leaves the tip of my cock wet with my excitement. It’s exotic, her flavor unique. It’s something I want more than the next breath I take. I reach up, bunching the material of her flimsy robe in my hands at the center of her stomach, and rip it away. This has her back arching, and her hands go straight to her full, heavy tits. Goddamn, they are even more glorious this close up.

  “Don’t you dare cover that body. I will tie you down if you keep that up,” I growl.

  “Oh my God. Owen!” she cries as I cover her pussy with my mouth once more.

  I demand more of her. I crave her sounds, her screams, her filthy words that are only for me.

  “You have pranced around this office in those fuck me heels and glasses for months now and caused me to come every night in a violent rage, because I can’t take you.” I stand then, my thumb taking the place of my tongue on her clit, as I lean over her and grab a handful of luscious breast that now belongs to me.

  She squeezes her eyes shut, her phobia still ever present but losing footing the more I drown her with my relentless and insatiable need for her. With time, I plan to take all those fears and crush them with my desire for her.

  “Open those beautiful eyes, baby. I need to see you. Connect with me. I fucking need you.” I watch her as I lick, bite, and suck on her porcelain skin. She is fighting her mind with as much power as she can muster, and I wait for her to be strong enough to give in.

  “For me. If you want me the way I know you do, then look me in the eyes and show your man who owns this cunt.” I circle her clit faster with my thumb and her eyes fly open, her core tightening, an orgasm building.

  But before she falls over that precarious edge, she flies up, and I lose contact with her clit.

  “I want to please you,” she breathes heavily, and I know exactly what she's doing, but I can’t push her past it the way I have been as Hunter.

  She can’t know I’m Hunter. Not yet.

  “Baby,” I growl, fisting her hair in my hands and tilting her head to her side so I can nip at her elegant neck.

  “Owen. What is happening? You—you’ve always been so cold to me. You acted like I was just a body at your front desk.”

  I lick her where her shoulder and neck meet and then bite down hard, marking her like a man possessed.

  “You see why? Look how fucking crazy you make me. If I were anything other than cold, then you would have been laid out on the desk and fucked in front of everyone. I can’t resist you, Ivy. I’ve wanted you to be mine since the moment I saw you. I always had the intention to claim and own you, but I needed the perfect opportunity.”

  She gasps, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me in. She knows nothing about sex, but her body knows I’m hers and she is mine, because it takes over and clings to me, her sex rubbing against my slacks-covered cock. I look down at her core rubbing against me, and the animal in me roars to life.

  “Fuck yes. Just like that, baby. Circle those hips; get that clit nice and ready for me.”

  She cries out, lust and euphoria overtaking her body. Ivy doesn't know how to handle everything she's feeling, and that both fuels me on and has me so fucked in the head. I don’t want her to think about or feel anything but me.

  “You’re making a mess with all those juices on my pants, baby. What are you going to do about that?”

  Her innocent eyes look up at me, lust glazing them. “Take them off. I want…” She cries out when I thrust and hit her clit hard. “Ah! I want to rub myself against your cock.”

  Fuck me. She wants to experience me as if I was her first everything.

  “You want to use my cock like it’s your fingers, baby? You want to get your scent all over me? You know how hard it’s going to be to not slide into that perfect, tight, wet cunt?”

  She bites her lip and nods.

  I sit back on my stool and put my hands behind my head. “If you want it, baby, then come and get it.” I watch the trepidation slip from her face and all her lust-filled fantasies she’s had for me come to a full boil.

  “Yes, Dr. Sage.”

  “Fuck.”

  Chapter 8

  Ivy

  * * *

  I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience as I watch myself slide down off the end of the examination table and down onto my knees in front of Owen’s spread thighs. Wanting to please him, I shrug the paper gown off my shoulders, and I’m rewarded with his sharp intake of air. It fuels my confidence, and I reach for his leather belt.

  With shaking fingers, I undo it, the button, and his fly, and he lifts up a little when I tug at the waistband so I can pull his dress pants and boxer briefs down enough that it frees his massive erection. My eyes flare at the sight of him. He’s huge and perfect. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It may be the only one I’ve ever seen in person, but I’ve seen plenty in pictures and videos.

  I tell myself to just pretend to know what I’m doing, letting my body run purely on instinct, and my instincts are telling me to put that beautiful cock in my mouth, so that’s exactly what I do. I wrap my small hand around it, absently noting how my fingers don’t meet my thumb, and lower my head until I can lick the precum that’s escaped the slit in the tip.

  His groan above me sends a shiver through me, and as his hands bury into my hair, his long, nimble fingers begin massaging my scalp instead of pushing me down as I expected. It sends prickles of pleasure down my neck, over my shoulders, until my nipples harden between us, and I finally take him into my mouth. I feel the corners of my lips stretch almost painfully in order to accommodate his girth, and it sends a rush of wetness to my already drenched pussy.

  I had been seconds away from orgasming when he was rubbing my clit. The feeling that had built to an alarming intensity inside me scared me so badly I had to stop him, fearing I would explode and die from the power of it. So I stopped it. I stopped him. And in order to distract him from my worry, I turned everything on him, wanting to give him the pleasure he had given me. But there was no way I’d let him pull away before I finished him off. This might be the only opportunity I ever have to show Dr. Sage… Owen… how much I long for him.


  I put everything I have into making him feel good. And for it being the first blowjob I’ve ever given, I can’t help but feel I’m doing a damn good job, if the guttural noises and his panting breaths are anything to go by. He continues to massage my scalp as I bob on his cock, my grip moving up and down his length as my mouth focuses on his bulbous head. He’s so huge I can’t get him very far into me, and I gag as he thrusts his hips up and hits the back of my throat. My eyes water as I look up at him to make sure I haven’t disappointed him at what I think is a failure to take him deep enough, but the pure ecstasy I see written all over his face shows me just how wrong I am.

  I’d do anything to keep that look on his face, so I gag myself on his cock on purpose, and watch in pure bliss as he shudders at the sound and the feel of my throat’s involuntary squeeze around him. I do it over and over again, getting more comfortable with the feeling, and with my hand jacking him, I feel his hands tighten in my hair. When I groan around his cock at the pleasurable pain he’s causing me, he warns in a gust of breath, “You’re gonna make me come down your throat, lovely Ivy.”

  I have just enough time to find it interesting he too called me what Hunter does in our conversations, when suddenly his hot cum spurts out of him and down my throat as I swallow quickly to keep up with each gush. He pulses in my fist, and his hands hold me to him gently.

  When his body goes lax, he almost falls backward off his rolling stool, and I make an “Eep!” sound before grabbing his tie and pulling him forward. We both laugh as his forehead comes to rest against mine, and I watch his insanely gorgeous eyes twinkle like I’ve never seen before. He’s unrecognizable as the broody, cold man I work for every day. Instead, he looks at me in a way my innocent, untrained mind can only identify as love. I know that’s completely ridiculous, even after he confessed he’s wanted me for as long as I’ve wanted him, so I just let the look fill me with the most confidence I’ve ever felt in my life.

  For the first time, I’m nearly naked in front of someone, and I have not one bit of my phobia showing its ugly face. Instead, I feel pretty damn good about myself, like I could take over the world.

  Wrong, Ivy. You already took over the world. And right now, he’s staring at you like you’re a goddess he’s never letting go.

  Owen

  * * *

  She makes me weak, something no other woman in the universe has ever been able to do. Within just moments, not only did I slip up and call her the nickname I’ve given her while messaging her as Hunter, but I also nearly fell out of my seat after she made me come.

  Those are two things a man like me would definitely not normally do. I’m usually so controlled, so precise and careful. I’ll have to watch myself more closely when I’m around her. At least until I can find a way to come clean without losing her. Because that is not an option any longer. Not now that I’ve had a taste of her. Not now that I’ve felt her delicate fingers on my flesh. And certainly not now that I’ve watched with my own two eyes as she went from nervous and shaking to confident and strong just by wanting to please me, and just by my praise.

  No, I can’t lose my lovely Ivy. I’ll watch as she spreads her vines and clings to me, waiting for the opportune moment when I know she’ll forgive me and can’t live without me. Then I’ll tell her the truth.

  Chapter 9

  Ivy

  * * *

  When I get home, I strip out of my clothes and make my way into my bathroom, ready to take a bath like I always do after work. But then I catch a glimpse in the mirror, and I see the marks Owen left on my skin. As my fingers trail over the bites and hickeys he left from my neck to my inner thighs, a smile pulls at my lips. I don’t want to take a bath and remove his scent from my flesh. All those marks show the exact spots his mouth was on my body, leaving faint traces of his DNA. My hair smells like his cologne. I keep getting whiffs of it when I turn my head. He owns me now, and he doesn’t even know it.

  Just when I dip my fingers between my still swollen pussy lips to feel where his had circled my clit, my phone blares with my text tone from my purse on the bathroom counter, making me jump.

  My face is hot as I scramble through the bag before finally finding my cell, feeling like I was caught doing something dirty.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Well? The suspense is killing me. How’d it go?

  Me: OMG.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: *wide-eyed emoji

  Me: OMGOMGOMGOMG!

  HunterNumberNeighbor: *wide-eyed emoji *red double-exclamation point emoji

  Me: LOL! Sooo… how much detail are you wanting here, because holy shit.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: I want ALL the details.

  Me: FML. Ok. So, it started out how I guess all his appointments would. He asked me a bunch of embarrassing questions, and IDK what I might’ve said to give him the all-clear, but next thing I knew, he was…

  HunterNumberNeighbor: HE WAS WHAT??

  Me: OMG I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I can’t even believe it actually happened.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Ivy. Tell me.

  Me: Uuuugh, ok. Next thing I knew, he was… eating me out. Like, right there on the examination table. I mean, he made me tell him I wanted it first, and you’d be so proud. I DID IT!

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Fuuuuuck. Then what happened?

  Me: Well, within minutes, I almost had an orgasm. Well, at least I think so. From what I’ve read in books and watched in naughty videos, I assume that’s what that feeling was. And it scared the shit out of me, so I stopped him. Guess that’s why the French call it la petite mort—the little death—because it certainly felt like I might die if I let it happen.

  There’s a long pause, and then he finally responds.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Are you trying to tell me you’ve never had an orgasm before?

  Me: I told you I’m a virgin.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Yeah, but like… you’ve never made yourself come before?

  Me: Hunter *glare emoji Before a couple months ago, I couldn’t even stand to be naked. Do you really think I’d be able to… touch myself down there?

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Oh, lovely Ivy. We need to fix that. STAT. How will you be able to let go and let him take over your body the way you deserve, if you get scared every time he gets close to getting you off?

  Me: LOL and how do you suppose we fix that, huh? *raised eyebrow emoji

  HunterNumberNeighbor: We should sext, obviously.

  Me: What? LMAO!

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Let me walk you through it. Let me tell you what to do to yourself, and you just trust me. Look what happened when you trusted me about the appointment thing.

  Me: Are you being serious right now?

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Dead serious.

  I glance up in the mirror at my nakedness, for once finding it beautiful now that it’s decorated with Owen’s marks all over it. Could I possibly go a step further and masturbate? I mean, Hunter has a point. If this continues between Owen and me, how long could I possibly keep distracting him away from me not letting him bring me to orgasm?

  I must take too long thinking it over, because Hunter sends me a message changing the subject.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: We’ll come back to that. What happened after you stopped him?

  Me: Get this: I gave my first blowjob. And I ROCKED it. Made him come. In my mouth. *hair-flip emoji

  HunterNumberNeighbor: I just groaned. Out loud. Not gonna lie, lovely Ivy. I’m hard as a rock right now just reading your words.

  Me: Really? I… I don’t know what to say.

  I can’t lie to myself. Knowing I’ve made Hunter hard by making him think of me giving a blowjob does miraculous things to my self-confidence. I feel a little guilty talking about this with another man, but I’ll never meet him in person. And it’s not like Owen and I are official and exclusive or anything. For all I know, he could be fucking someone else right now.

  The thought makes my heart seize in my chest.

  And
then it hits me.

  If I want Owen to be mine, I’m going to need to get over my shit and allow him to claim me in every way. In order to do that, I won’t be able to clam up every time he gets me close to coming. I’m going to have to let him see me fully. Naked. Even if the thought of him looking at my face and seeing it contort the way those women’s in pornos do makes me want to vomit. I gotta lock him down.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: All you have to do is exactly what I say and answer when I ask you to.

  I take a deep breath, staring at the words and teetering on the edge of guilt and desire. I’m still so wound up from my moment with Owen, and I feel like I belong to him now. Like I’m his.

  I am his—at least, that’s what I believe after what we shared. We couldn't talk about what this meant for us, because the cleaning staff came through and found a leak in the patient bathroom, which demanded Owen’s attention. He said he would call me later, and now I wish he would.

  Me: Hunter, what about Owen? I love him. You know this.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: You and I will never meet. This is purely for him. You want to give him everything, right? Show him just how fucking incredible you are. You want this right now. Don’t lie, lovely Ivy.

  Swallowing thickly, I close my eyes and release three breaths. I count them out, relying on them to pull me through this. If I’m going to be Owen’s wildest dreams, his own goddess of desire, then I need to be Hunter’s experiment.

  Me: What do I do?

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Fuck. Good girl.

  Me: I want to be HIS good girl. Teach me how to come, please.

  HunterNumberNeighbor: Lie on your back, take only your bottoms off, and leave your top on. This is going to be fast and fucking dirty.