Fascination Street
Bridget Midway
Venus Press LLC
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Fascination Street Copyright © 2006 by Bridget Midway ISBN: 1-59836-236-4 Cover art and design © 2006 by Croco
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Dedication:
First and foremost, I must thank my mother, Ireleen, who blessed me with the desire for writing and is proud of every word I write. For that, I dedicate this book to you, Mom. Thanks to my big brother, Jay, my sisters Cyndi, Cheryl and Tina, and my very best friend, Vikki, who all said they are proud of me for sticking to my dream.
I would also like to thank fellow erotic romance author and my partner-in-crime, Laura Bacchi, who read a portion of Fascination Street and encouraged me to not only to finish it, but also to get the damn thing published!
To Penny Hannon and the members of Tidewater Individuals Exploring Domination, thank you for answering all of my questions and letting me be a part of your life for a brief moment. I truly appreciate your time, openness and honesty.
And last but not least, I want to thank my special man, The Jimmy, for his tireless efforts (and I do mean tireless) to inspire me…over and over and over again!
Chapter One
“Oh my God! I think she’s giving him a blow job right in their driveway.” Zora Hall gasped as she braced her hands on the windowpane in the living room.
Grant Valente let out a heavy breath as he stepped over packing boxes and balled newspapers to the front windows, devoid of curtains. He knew moving in together would be hard for his girlfriend. Grant never thought Zora would let her imagination get the best of her.
Placing a hand on Zora’s back as he stood next to her, he peered through the filthy glass.
“Looks like a guy getting into his car,” he said.
“Then why is he taking so long to get inside?”
Although Grant hadn’t met any of the neighbors yet in the nearly vacant cul-desac, he did recognize this guy. Too cool for words, the man looked like he could walk into any room and be the center of all activity. Grant even noticed how Zora had looked at his slick, new neighbor, smiling more than usual and smoothing back her long, chocolate brown hair. He would have been jealous if he didn’t trust her. As far as neighbors went, Grant couldn’t trust them if his life depended on it. Thank God it didn’t.
The day Grant and Zora pulled up to their rented new home in their rented moving van, his neighbor looked at him as if he was Mr. Softie and had a ton of ice cream in the back. Must have turned the guy on to see how real working folks lived, Grant thought.
The house Grant and Zora rented in the secluded cul-de-sac couldn’t compare to the enormous homes that sat next to theirs. Pillars graced the front of one home. Another had a running fountain with a stone, pot-bellied cherub pissing water into a basin. How lovely. The last house had a Victorian look to it. A wrap-around porch surrounded the downstairs portion of the house. Then there was Grant’s new digs. He shook his head.
Looking at Mr. Cool across the street, his neighbor’s head visible above the roof of his Lexus, he did look a little too satisfied about getting in his ride. Why was he taking so long to open the door?
Grant noticed how the man’s head tilted back and his eyes were closed. Lowering his head, Grant tried hard to peer through the window of his neighbor’s expensive vehicle to see if there was a woman on her knees in front of him. But the tinted windows prevented him from seeing anything.
But then he recognized the international guy sign of receiving oral sex. His neighbor brought his hand down in front of him, probably to put it to the back of the woman’s head, and his head swayed back and forth as if he was thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Just the idea that someone could be that brazen stirred Grant’s cock. His pulse raced. The sweat that covered his body from all of the heavy lifting he’d done that morning couldn’t cool him down.
“Honey?” Zora asked with a suspicious lilt to her voice.
He broke his gaze for a moment and noticed how his hand stroked her back, making small circles, as though of its own volition. He stopped the motion to lessen her suspicions. With the move and the new job, it had been a while since the two of them had had sex...well, risky sex like they used to a year ago after they started dating. Even his happy hand realized that.
“Does that turn you on?” she asked, as though she dared him to say yes.
Before answering, Grant took a deep breath. He’d been with Zora long enough to know a leading question when he heard it. He counted on her fearless sexy side to shine through.
He answered, “Come on. You’re trying to tell me you don’t find the idea of giving and receiving oral sex in public a turn on.”
When the air conditioner clicked off, their neighbor’s moans could be heard through the closed windows of their house. Welcome to the neighborhood.
“Now I know you heard that,” she said. “And yes, the idea of giving my man a blow job in public is a turn on. I just don’t know if I could do it with a potential audience watching.”
She stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest.
Sure Grant had heard the man-cry of pleasure. So had his dick, which was now engorged and ready to slip into a home of its own.
“Why not? We used to do things like this all of the time,” he said, keeping his gaze directed below to see who the woman was who could give a man such a great send-off.
“So you want me to start giving you early morning oral sex for all of our neighbors to see and hear?” Zora picked up a rag to finish her dusting.
He turned to her. “Would you?”
For that, he got a pop on his backside from the rag she held. “Honey, you know I’m willing to do anything at any time. But let’s see who’s in the neighborhood first. Sure there are only our four houses here. But we just got here. What if there are kids living in the other two houses? Better yet, what if they have children and they’re looking out of the window at them?”
“I don’t think they would be that irresponsible.”
His neighbor’s face contorted into a grimace as he pounded his fist onto the roof of his car. Grant held his breath as though he released with him. Once the guy’s face relaxed, a smile hitched up at the corner of his mouth. Grant caught that satisfied expression from his window.
“I think he’s done.” He laughed but Zora didn’t join in on the amusement.
When Grant caught the slow rise of the woman who had been hidden behind the car, his eyes widened.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed.
“What? What?” Zora rushed back to the window.
“She must be a model or a Playboy Playmate or--”
“A hooker,” she said, interrupting him.
“Real nice, Zo.”
“Okay, maybe a dancer. An exotic dancer.” To accentuate her point, Zora shimmied her shoulders in a comical way.
Even though he loved watching his girlfriend’s ample but firm rack sway back and forth, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the statuesque Nubian beauty next door. Never in a million years would he suspect that a clean-cut guy like that would pair up with someone outside of his race.
Grant turned back to Zora. “At least we have something in common. Looks like he likes a little brown sugar,
too.” He playfully slapped Zora’s rounded ass cheek.
She tried ducking away from him but he popped her anyway.
“Except my brown sugar is all honey.”
“Will you stop calling me brown sugar?” She shook her head. “Now you make me sound like an exotic dancer.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He snickered. “Do that little shimmy thing you just did. I like that.”
She smirked and continued cleaning up their mess. Grant turned his attention back to his amorous neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Freaky Sex.
His neighbor looked like he was over six feet tall. She stood nearly eye-to-eye with him. Her walnut-colored skin appeared darker than Zora’s honey-colored skin that he wanted to lick all of the time.
The playmate wore a pink, lacy negligee that had skinny straps holding it up. One of the straps fell off her shoulder and nearly exposed her large, gravity-defying breasts. Grant licked his tongue over his lips as he stared at the duo.
The woman adjusted the man’s pants, smoothed her hands down his collar, fixed his necktie, then kissed him on his lips.
“Just a kiss, buddy?” Grant mumbled to himself. “Give her something to look forward to when you get back home.”
As though the two could hear him, the guy pulled down her straps and held her bare breasts in his hands. Careful not to alert Zora this time, Grant covered his mouth with his hand as he stared.
His neighbor palmed her tits. Her dark areolas stood out against his neighbor’s white hands. Surprising that in the peak of the summer he hadn’t tanned like everyone else.
He kissed each breast lovingly, then kissed her again. After that, he ducked into his car and drove off, leaving her standing in the driveway in her pink slip and cute little bedroom shoes with three-inch heels and pink poofs over her toes.
Grant tumbled over the different arguments he could pose to Zora on why she needed to wear cute little shoes like that to bed and in the mornings and while she did dishes and when she scrubbed the toilet.
He slid his hand down the front of his sweat shorts to calm his raging johnson. The woman picked that moment to look over at his house. She must have thought he had been jerking off to the whole scene. Her brown eyes gazed at him but it wasn’t as though she found his stare offensive. Surprisingly, she winked before twirling around in her heels and sauntering back inside of her house.
Like a kid caught peeking into his sister’s diary, Grant moved his hand and backed away from the window, bumping into Zora.
“I heard a car. Did he finally go?” she asked.
“Yeah. The show’s over.”
But Grant had ideas of his own. His throbbing erection wouldn’t go down willingly. He needed some help. Moving behind Zora, he put his hands on her rounded hips while grinding himself between her ass cheeks.
“Honey, what are you doing? We have to unpack.” She swatted his leg while she remained bent over to dust their coffee table.
“Come on. When in Rome…”
“We’re not in Rome. We’re in suburbia.” This time she did laugh.
“Fine. When in the suburbs… It’s been too long, baby.”
He slid his hand up the back of her t-shirt. Sweat covered her body, amplifying the aroma of her rose-scented lotion. He took in a deep breath and growled. Bending over, he let his hands move down her thick thighs.
Her voluptuous body always stirred him. From her full tits to her sizable thighs and even her rounded belly, all made him excited. When she stood up, he wrapped his arms around her waist, then kissed the back of her neck. Thank goodness she had her mane of wild hair in a ponytail. Otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to see her neck to kiss it.
“I can’t believe you’re this horny after seeing our neighbors.” She put her hands on his bare arms.
“I am a man. Men are visual.”
He palmed her breasts through her flimsy t-shirt. The touch made her shriek.
“Not here.” She attempted to remove his hand but once he latched on he didn’t want to let her go. “I don’t want someone to see us.”
“Only people who can see us are our neighbors,” he said. “We don’t have thru-traffic. We’re not on the main road.” His hand slipped down inside of her shorts in the front. “And after what they just did, I think anything we do will be tame in comparison.”
“Baby.”
She struggled to get his hand from between her legs but as soon as the warmth of her pussy enveloped his fingers, he found his heavenly sanctuary.
“Not here.”
She nuzzled her head under his chin.
Grant smiled at her relenting nature. “Why not?” he asked.
This time she did manage to remove his hand. She turned around while holding his arms. “I don’t want anyone to see me naked.”
“Why? Talk about a morning treat.”
“For you. I don’t want to be someone else’s whack-off material.”
“At least not yet, right?” He laughed.
He put his hand to the back of her head and pulled her close. Once his lips touched hers he was reminded again of why this woman owned his heart. No one he had ever been with conveyed their personality through their kiss like Zora did.
Her soft lips gave under his, which meant she was flexible. At times during the kiss they were firm. Just like in life, Zora could stand her ground. And now, as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, she surprised him. Having her shock him, always made him hard.
He gripped a handful of her ass and squeezed it.
“If you don’t want the neighbors to see us, I suggest you get me to another room quick.” His nimble fingers unclasped her bra from under her shirt.
She giggled and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen. Grant took control and wasted no time in pinning her against the middle island. Her elbows banged against the boxes on top but that didn’t stop him.
She kissed him again, frantically, hungrily, letting her tongue probe his mouth while her hands explored his body. Grant was the epitome of every woman’s dream. He was tall, handsome, smart, funny. He kept his thick, dark brown hair cut short. His equally thick dark eyebrows framed his face nicely. And she melted every time she peered into his doe eyes.
And she would do anything to please him. The great thing about that kind of devotion was that he would and had done the same for her.
“New house ritual dictates that we fuck in each room,” he growled in her ear.
With a strong hoist up, he set Zora on the low kitchen island.
“Hmmm, I hadn’t heard that one.” She pulled his t-shirt from his shorts. “Does that still go for rent-to-own places too?”
“Definitely.” He nodded.
The protrusion from his erection made it hard for her to ease them down. As she struggled to undress him, he removed her shorts and panties in an instant. She shivered when her ass made contact with the cold, marble countertop.
“I think it’s documented somewhere that it’s required to have an orgasm in each room of your new home and,” he held up his thick finger as though he was about to expound on some earth-shattering news, “that includes the stairs.”
Zora let out a hearty laugh. “What book was this in, Guiness Book of World Records? And we don’t have any stairs in the house, unless you count the brick ones leading to the porch.”
Lowering himself to his knees, he spread her legs apart. “Then we’ll just have to make do with what we have.” He panted.
The passion in his eyes could have melted steel. It sure did weaken her bit of resolve she tried to keep.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want other people to watch us?”
He grinned so hard she thought his face would freeze in that position. “Our sex life has never bored me.”
He trailed kisses from her ankle to her calf and up her thigh. She quivered each time his firm lips touched her sensitive skin.
“Me either. And I don’t want us to get bored.” Wanting to touch more of him, she raked her fin
gers through his hair.
“We can do it tonight, too.” He squeezed her outer thighs as he stared at her pussy. “And in the morning, and the night, and the next morning and in the afternoon if you want. I work so close to home now I could be here to give you a nice afternoon delight.”
The thought of him rushing home in the middle of the day to ravage her made her clit throb.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. With her head leaned back and her eyes closed, she cooed, “More.”
His warm breath blew across her soaked sex. “You like this, babe?”
She nodded. “Yes. But not what I was talking about.” She brought her head forward and opened her eyes. “I think we need to spice up our love life.”
He gazed up at her from between her legs. A look of confusion covered his face. “Spice it up, how? You’re going to finally let me do the backdoor thing?” He winked.
“No, no backdoor entry.”
As much as she adored pleasing this man, she still found the idea of anal sex unappealing. They’d tried it once and because she had been nervous and, apparently, not drunk enough, they’d stopped before he could even get the thick tip of his penis inside of her.
“But maybe our neighbor would do that with you.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Or maybe one afternoon when you come home from work, you can have me and her in our bedroom waiting for you. I’ll caress her and she’ll touch me. You can be the cream in between our Oreo cookie.”
“Christ, Zo--”
“Just kidding.” She chuckled, but seeing his shoulders drop dramatically let her know he would have been for the plan if she gave him the thumbs-up.
“You are going to pay for that.”
His eager mouth pressed against her inner thigh as he ravaged it, kissing and licking it along with taking nips at her flesh. Her hands braced against his back. With a gentle touch, he stroked her nether lips, tickling them with each pass of his fingers against the curled hairs. She fisted his soft hair.
“Grant.”
When his mouth finally made the pilgrimage to her erotic core, the touch of his tongue to her clit gave her an instant orgasm. She fell back against the counter, knocking empty boxes to the floor as she pressed her back against the flat surface.
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