The Boy Next Door

by Staci Parker

  His blue eyes were piercing and I felt completely overpowered by the physical presence of the man.

  “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never even imagined that we could have more than a professional relationship. I guess it’s true about strange bedfellows.” I was playing his game. I was touching his hand and I was circling the back of it with my thumb. This seemed to give him the green light to go further than he already had. He had taken off his shoe and was now using his feet to push up along my pant leg. This was when I wished that I had changed and put on something a little bit more accessible.

  “I think that we should take this to my penthouse. We can have a drink and look at the stars on my balcony. Whatever happens from there is between two consenting adults. If you haven’t guessed it, Vivian, I’m saying that I would like to sleep with you. I won’t put any pressure on you, but I think that you’re feeling the same thing.”

  Chapter three

  We were in the elevator and he was standing beside me and that he was standing behind me and then his hands were on my shoulders. I felt him kneading the muscle and I was feeling very relaxed and ready to explore just about anything. One hand moved down to the small of my back. That had always been a secret erogenous zone for me. I made this involuntary moan and I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. He was making me very susceptible. My body was now telling me that there was no way that I could go home with a specimen of man like that ready to be devoured.

  He moved those hands around the front and I could see them underneath my white blouse. He was cupping my breasts and giving them a healthy squeeze. He pulled down the cups, so that he could reach my eraser point nipples.

  “I don’t think that we should…”

  “Vivian, I think we should, and I think that we’re gonna. There’s no reason to be nervous. Just let it happen and stop thinking about it.”

  He was making a valid argument and I could feel the pressure of his package pressed up against my backside. I began to rub up and down against it, essentially making my panties moist to the touch. My slit was going to be so fucking wet that there would be practically no resistance.

  I’d never even considered doing it in an elevator, but now that he had broached the topic, I could see something very sensual about doing it in a public place. I swallowed hard, as he began to insinuate his fingers into the waistband of my pants. I looked down to see that he had undone the button and was now unzipping me. He didn’t pull my pants down, but he did allow his fingers to do the walking.

  I felt them slinking into my virginal lace white panties. I pushed my head back against his shoulder and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure that he was inflicting on me. There was definitely a chemical reaction happening here. When he touched my slit, I almost felt like my legs were going to buckle out from underneath me.

  “That’s it; let me make you feel good.” I was feeling a lot more than good. When he entered me with that first finger, I thought that I was going to pass out completely.

  “Damn it, I don’t wanna be a bad girl, but it feels too good to make you stop.” My voice was raspy and I could feel his oversexed state behind me. It was a wonder that he was able to keep it in his pants.

  “I want you to cum all over my fingers. I want to feel your cream and I want you to know that I was responsible for giving you that kind of pleasure. You want that to and it doesn’t matter how much you fight it. Business is business, but this has nothing to do with business. This is all about you and I finding a bit of pleasure in a world of chaos.”

  He was whispering into my ear as I reached back to find that he was not content with his cock trapped in his pants. He had released the eight inch serpent and I was able to wrap my fingers around that heated flesh and give it some tentative strokes.

  “I want to cum… I want to cum, so badly that I can taste it in the air. Give me that first orgasm and I will be your slave for life.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth and then he touched me in the very spot that opened up the floodgates “AHHHHHHHHH.”

  I was pulling at his tool and that love muscle was drooling something fierce down the sides. He was obviously getting a lot out of finger fucking me and he wasn’t the only one. My climax was enough to make me see stars. I trembled to his touch and I was completely powerless to do anything. It was an amazing feeling to let myself feel again.

  He didn’t stop and he was now using his finger in a corkscrew formation to find my g spot. I didn’t think it was even possible that I could have a multiple climax without the vibration of my 8 inch Elvis plumbing my depths. He had proven me wrong, but this time I bared down on my knuckle with my teeth. My moans were captured and stifled, but the intensity of that climax was unlike anything that I’ve ever had.

  He had his hands wrapped around my waist to prevent me from falling to the floor. I needed a few moments to catch my breath.

  “If I hadn’t witnessed that with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. You were very responsive, Vivian. If you don’t mind me saying so, you’re also delicious.”

  I turned my hazy vision towards his face and saw that he was sucking his finger. He was making this face that could only be described as bliss. I bit my bottom lip and I knew that this was just a prelude to better things to come.

  He had somehow stayed the course and I could see and feel for myself that his rampant state needed its own release. I don’t usually find myself in this position, but I knelt to the floor to see what I was working with up close and personal. It was magnificent and if I could envision the perfect cock, then he would have it. It was thick and enough so that I could barely wrap my fingers around the entire thing. The knob was flared and this was the first time that I’ve ever seen a White one. I was mesmerized and I couldn’t get over the differences in contrast in our skin color.

  He allowed me to explore, touching him inappropriately, but also knowing that he was never going to complain about anything that I did. I licked the tip and felt it jerk and move with a life of its own. I held his balls and I knew that they were overflowing and that sooner or later that pressure would have to be relieved in some way.

  It had this slight curve and it made me take a breath, knowing full well what that would feel like inside me. I hadn’t found many like him, but those that I did had made their mark. It was those that I kept in a black book and I would call upon it when I was in need. Three months had been a long time and I was close to using those resources. I didn’t want to be too anxious, because they might see that as more than what it is. I just wanted a booty call. I wanted no strings attached with them leaving right after we were finished.

  “I love what you’re doing, Vivian, but maybe this can wait, until we get back to my room.”

  He’d taken me out of my comfort zone, so I thought it was fair that I do the same thing in return. I slipped my red coated lips over the crown and I felt the spongy head on my tongue. I continued the forward motion, until it was tapping at my throat.

  To excite me further, I had reached below me and started to play with myself. It was just enough to make me want to complete what I started.

  “Your mouth is fucking hot.”

  He was a man of few words, but all the blood was now rushing to a certain little head so I guess that might be why. He was now in my house and this was where I was most comfortable. I would have to really like the man to do this. I could play a man like a musical instrument and make music that would be on the Top 40.

  I started off with just light licks at the top and this of course elicited more of that sticky syrup. I tasted it and I had to admit that there was no bitterness. It was a clean and smooth flavor and that had to be a testament to how he was treating his body like a temple.

  I slid him back out, until just the head remained and then I dove down with an insistence that came quite by surprise. He grabbed onto the back of the elevator, as I heard him moan and call out my name. “Damn it, Vivian.”

  I don’t think he realize
d just what he was getting himself into, but he was about to find out. He was leaking profusely across my tongue and I used that as a special lube to slide his way into my throat. I left him there and I wanted him to feel completely powerless and unable to stop himself from going over the edge.

  I saw that his legs were shaking and that his hips were involuntarily pushing up against my face. I was deepthroating him and eight inches is not an easy thing to make disappear. I’ve been down this road a few times and each time was even better than the last. I got a good rhythm going and I even put my hand into play. His breathing was getting erratic and I could tell that it wouldn’t be long before he gave me my just desserts. The creamy center was mine, but then I had a better idea.

  I pulled completely away, leaving him stunned and looking at me like he couldn’t believe that I was actually stopping what I had started. It was amazing to see the color of his knob changing from an angry purple back to the pink flesh tone that I had come to know and love. He tried to grab for my head, but I dodged his advances and stood up.

  “You can’t be serious.” I glanced behind me and I smiled. I hit the elevator button and it continued to climb, as I heard him cursing underneath his breath. There wasn’t much left to say and his frustration was quite evident by the way that he couldn’t stand still.

  Chapter four

  When the door opened on his penthouse, I walked in and immediately went towards the balcony. He had promised me a view that was going to be to die for and he did not disappoint. I felt the cool air caress my skin and I felt a little like myself again. I’d lost it there for a moment, but I was able to pull myself back before I did anything that I would regret.

  “I can’t believe that you did that. What a bitch.”

  I wasn’t expecting him to say that, but apparently he didn’t have a filter and had no problems speaking his mind. “Nobody has ever done that before and I’m not sure I want to have it done again. You have no idea how hot I am for you.”

  He was nuzzling my neck and he turned his hand around in front of me, so that he could hand me a flute of champagne. I took a sip, as he became quite amorous.

  “Toby, if you think that I’m a tease, then you’re right. I find it interesting to make men boil inside and then leave him simmering on a slow heat. You’ll thank me for it. You may not think so, but you will.”

  He was reigniting that ember that he had fanned into a flame in the elevator. The back of my neck is very sensitive and add to the fact that he was pinching at my nipples through the material of my blouse and it was all that I could do not to jump into his arms.

  I reached down and unsnapped the bra that I was wearing. I pulled it free from my blouse and tossed it over the railing and watched it float down into traffic. It would be interesting to know who it would end up with.

  I turned and pushed him away, so that he could watch, as I took off my blouse one button at a time. It came loose and I pulled it off and tossed it over the railing. I was naked from the waist up and he was now staring at me with desire in his eyes.

  I began to take off my pants and I turned away from him, so that I could bend slightly and pull it over my ample ass. It was my pride and joy and I heard him moan. I was about to toss that over the railing, as well, but I stopped myself and waved my finger back and forth to indicate that wasn’t going to happen. I dropped it on the balcony and then I reached for my panties, biting my tongue and watching, as he rearranged himself.

  He thought that I was going to take my underwear off, but instead I walked right past him and slapped him lightly against the face. I sashayed with my hips swaying from side to side up the stairs with him panting right behind me. I could feel his breath on my panties and when I got to his bedroom, I sat on the bed with my legs spread with that telltale wet spot calling for his attention. It was like a matador bringing a bull closer to him by waving a red cape in front of his eyes. Toby was staring at me and I could sense that the animal within was about to take over.

  I pointed to the floor and I think he got the general idea, because he got down on all fours and began to crawl to me. He was now situated between my knees and he touched them. He spread me, so that he could reach for my panties and pull them delicately down my legs.

  “I can honestly say that I don’t usually like a tease, but for you I will make an exception.” He saw that I was completely shaved and that the lips were just waiting for a special kind of kiss. He gave it that kiss and stuck his tongue inside me, before retrieving it. We dueled to see who was going to come out on top.

  I pushed him down by his shoulders and I sat there and watched, as he came ever closer to the object of his desire. One feel of his tongue inside me was enough to stoke the fire and get it burning again. He inserted his tongue inside and I clamped down on him, so tightly that I thought for sure that I was going to rip out his tongue and hand it to him. He moved with grace and his fingernails were not digging into my thighs.

  “Yes, eat that pussy and make me cum over your face.”

  He was feeding off my dirty talk and I had wrapped my one leg around his neck to keep him in place. I began to hump my body up against his mouth and he was tongue lashing my clit and making it dance to his own tune. “That’s it; just keep doing it exactly like that… YESSSSSS.”

  My legs went into the air with my toes pointed towards the ceiling and every muscle in my body straining for some sort of release. I came with an intensity that made it hard for him to hold me down.

  I was enjoying the aftermath and I laid there in ecstasy, until finally I felt something nudging at the lips of my sex. I opened my eyes and saw that he was hovering over me with his face near mine. “I want you, Vivian.”

  I had no idea how my legs could bend in such a way. He had them over his shoulders and while he was kissing me, I could see my own painted purple toes in front of my eyes.

  “Give it to me… Show me the kind of man that you are, Toby.” I felt that large knob separate the petals and he drove in with a precision that took my breath away. My ass was poised on the edge of the bed and he was standing and lifting my body towards him. He was balls deep and now fucking me with the power of his muscular frame. I lightly slapped at his chest, but it was in no way a sign that he should stop.

  “I knew that you were going to be something special, but I didn’t think that I was going to fall for you. I didn’t even know what love is and I guess you never do, until you find it.”

  He was punctuating each word with a sharp jab of his hips. He slowed down and made me feel every inch. Every time that I was about to go off, he would stop it from happening. I think that he was doing it to get back at me for what I did in the elevator."

  “I want you to fuck me, Toby. Do it like I like it, rough, hard and fast. Pull my hair and slap my ass.”

  He didn’t need a second invitation and he was now holding onto my cheeks, while pulling all the way back and then driving in with a speed that didn’t seem possible. The bed was actually shaking with the effort of his thrusts. “That’s it, do it…get that hole. It’s hungry and it needs what you can give it.”

  Each time that he was moving against me, I could feel the shaft rubbing up against my little friend. I think he was doing it with a conscious effort and for once, I think that a man actually knew what he was doing.

  He slapped by ass and that echoing strike rang in my ears. The extra pain was the added bonus and it brought forth that one orgasm that he had been trying to stop. He pulled me by the hair and kissed me, as I moaned and let him have his way with my body.

  While I was massaging his length, he pulled free and turned me around, so that I was on my feet with my upper half bent over onto the mattress. He once again slapped my upturned ass and I knew just from the heat that it was probably a nice rosy hue. He held onto my hips and gave me all of him. He moved his hands up to my shoulders for extra leverage and I had to admit that in this position, I could get him even deeper than he was before.

  I took it upon myself to initiat
e contact with my clit and I played my thumb around it, but not quite touching it. When I did touch it, I pulled back and it was all that I could do to stop myself from succumbing to my baser nature.

  “I…don’t…know how much more…I can take.” I knew that he was coming to the end of his rope and the feel of his member swelling was a sure sign that things were going to get messy “I’m fucking going to cum.”

  This was when I pressed on my clit and felt totally ready to let him take me to a place that I never wanted to return from.

  The constant movement of his cock going back and forth in a seesaw formation was more than enough to make me see those same stars. “Oh God, Toby…TOBYYYYYYYY.”

  I think we both reached that point almost at the same time. It wasn’t quite, but it was so close that it wasn’t funny. I think that if it was possible the decibel of our outcries of pleasure would’ve peeled the paint right off the walls. I’m sure that his neighbors were listening to our union and I could only hope that it was making them turn to their partner to give them a little something.

  I fell to my knees on the hardwood floor with him over top of me. We were sweaty and exhausted and our skin was sticking us to one another. We peeled away from one another and we finished going over the contract. This time, he was being fair and not so stuck in his ways.

  “I hope that you not doing this just for me, Toby.”

  We were lying in bed completely naked with this contract strewn out in front of us. It was like our own personal blanket of choice. Toby looked a little uncomfortable and I guess he wasn’t used to doing the right thing.

  “I can’t say that you didn’t open up my eyes. I was quite content screwing over anyone and everyone. You awakened my conscience and I’m not sure that I should thank you or curse you.” I traced a line down between his well defined pectorals and I could see that his depleted organ was not going to stay down for long. “I hope that we are not just two boats passing in the night, Vivian. I would really like to continue to see you. I’m certainly not mentioning marriage, because I’ve been down that road and I’m not sure if I want to take another trip.”