Bad Boy Next Door

by Leigh, Mara

  I had no idea how much time had passed when she took my face between her hands and kissed me—softly at first, licking her juices from my lips.

  Our kiss turned more urgent and I ravaged her mouth like I’d taken her pussy, our tongues sparring, battling for supremacy at one moment, then joining forces to fight on the same side.

  Breaking the kiss, she slid down my body.

  My cock leapt in anticipation, but instead of pushing me inside her, she captured my throbbing rod between her soft folds. Grabbing my shoulders, she slowly stroked, using her hips and legs for leverage, trapping my cock between her sex and my belly, drawing up and down the length of my hardness, pressing each time her clit contacted my tip.

  I’d never thought anything could feel as good as Jade’s cunt, but fuck, this came close. Maybe it was better.

  The speed of her slick sliding increased, and I could barely breathe as my climax threatened to detonate. I’d wanted to wait until I was inside her, but it seemed she had a different idea.

  My body tensed, my hips jerked, and I shot my load into the thin space between us, the come mixing with sweat as our bodies slid against each other.

  When I was spent, she lay half on top of me, one leg draped across my hips, her hand softly resting on my super-sensitive cock.

  “Shit,” she said, her voice foggy.

  “No kidding.” I was drifting, so close to sleep after coming so hard. “You are fucking amazing.”

  “Mmmmm.” Her body all but purred above mine.

  “Need to hold you.” I tugged at my restraints, but she didn’t move or respond.

  Her breathing had slowed on my chest, so I closed my eyes, trusting she’d untie me after her catnap.

  This girl was a miracle, and I could no longer remember my life before Jade, could no longer imagine a life with her gone.

  “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”

  I was glad she couldn’t hear. If I knew one thing about Jade, I knew she wasn’t ready to hear it, and I was terrified that if I spoke the words aloud, I’d never see her again.

  * * *

  Nick

  I woke dreaming of Jade, a smile on my face and my dick raging hard. I reached down to jerk off, but my arm wouldn’t move. Neither would the other. I opened my eyes.

  Fuck. She’d left me tied to the bed. I smiled, remembering the intense pleasure followed by the words spoken she hadn’t heard.

  I would tell her I loved her for real. Soon. All in good time.

  Right now, I needed to move. My shoulders ached, my hips were stiff. Worse, I needed to pee, and there must be a dried mess of come on my abs and chest where I’d shot my load between our sliding bodies. Okay, her body had been sliding. Mine had been the slide.

  I glanced down. My chest looked clean, felt clean, too, although it was impossible to be sure. I’d crashed hard, but could I have slept through her washing my torso?

  “Jade,” I called out. Maybe she was in the kitchen? I couldn’t smell food. The bathroom? I gave her a minute, then called out again.

  No response. Fuck.

  “Jade!” Could she hear me from next door? Damn that solid wall between our places. I’d never been bothered by the tenants there in all the years I’d lived in Shady Oaks.

  I strained against my bindings. Right now I’d be willing to put up with tons of neighbor noise in exchange for her being able to hear I was awake.

  “Jade!” I couldn’t believe she’d left me this way. What if there was a fire?

  I tugged and yelled. She’d done an first-rate job of binding me, just another example of how she amazed me.

  The door to my apartment opened. Finally.

  My semi-hard dick turned up to the full-hard-on setting as I anticipated her walking into the room, maybe riding me hard before letting me go, or better yet letting me go so I could take her—take her over and over, until we both fell asleep in a pile of spent flesh.

  “What the fuck!”

  Shit!

  Keagan was standing in my bedroom doorway, laughing his ass off.

  “Nicky, what the fuck!”

  “Untie me, asshole.” I tugged at the bindings. It was hard to imagine anything more humiliating, but at least Keagan could untie me.

  “Looks like you’re pretty happy.” He nodded toward my erection. “I wouldn’t want to disturb whatever’s going on.” He raised his eyebrows a few times. “She coming back? Can I watch?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “No thanks.” He pulled out his phone and took a picture.

  “Don’t. Keagan. Seriously. You took a picture?”

  He stepped to change the angle and took another. I willed my erection to go down, but it didn’t seem to do much good. My morning wood rarely deflated without attention, and it seemed like Jade-induced wood was even more stubborn.

  Keagan was typing on his phone.

  “What are you doing?” I shouted. “Do not send that anywhere. Or post it!” Shit, what if he posted it somewhere?

  “No worries, Nicky. All in the family.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Just inviting the rest of the guys to the show.”

  “Fuck you.” My dick finally started to calm down, but that didn’t make my situation much better.

  “You didn’t respond to my texts,” Keagan said. “So I came over to get you. Since you’re, um, tied up, I guess we can have the family meeting here.”

  “Asshole. Untie me!” I strained again, then heaved a huge sigh of relief when he approached the end of the bed and crouched at one of the legs.

  He tugged on the binding holding my left leg.

  First thing I’d do was kick him, but I should wait until he’d at least freed an arm before a full-on attack.

  “She did a really good job of this.” Keagan tugged again. “Impressive. I assume this was your sex slave’s work?” He straightened.

  I tried to move my leg. “You didn’t untie me? The knots can’t be that strong.”

  “Oh, they’re strong, all right. Your sweatpants are wrapped around the leg of the bed a few times, tied off, then the ends are tucked under the bed leg for good measure.” He scratched his head. “How the fuck did she lift the bed to do that, with you on it?”

  I had no idea. All I could remember was the raunchy anticipation I’d felt as she’d tied me up. How hot it had been. How delicious. And she had lifted at least one of the bed’s corners a fraction while working on my restraints.

  The woman I loved was strong as fuck.

  My hard-on started to rise again, so I focused on my rage for my brother, rather than Jade’s raging hotness.

  “Untie me!” I yelled.

  “Not until the other guys get here.” He took another picture.

  The apartment door opened, and I closed my eyes, hoping it was Jade. I hated to have her see me humiliated by Keagan, especially after last night’s discussion, but she’d put an end to this. Surely.

  “I thought you were joking!” Shane doubled over in laughter by the door, then he pulled out his phone. “Fuck. I forgot to charge it.”

  “Untie me, you assholes!”

  A wicked expression invaded Shane’s face—an expression I knew way too well—the same expression that had preceded every plan Shane had dragged me into my whole life, every scheme that had gotten us into trouble.

  “I’ll untie you,” he said. “As soon as you promise you’ll do this job.”

  Twenty-Four

  Jade

  I couldn’t stop humming, and I was not normally someone who hummed. Or sang. But for some reason that corny old song about beautiful mornings and beautiful days kept running through my head. Grandma used to sing it to me when I was little, and it had been a long time since I’d been possessed by so much optimism.

  Happiness. Was that the name of this feeling?

  Had to be.

  I waved to Jesse and Charlotte, who were hanging out by the pool, and then took the stairs to the third floor two at a time
, the big bags of groceries barely slowing me down.

  Nick had been tied up long enough. He’d barely stirred in his sleep when I’d washed the come off his belly, and so I’d left him quietly, not wanting to wake him up.

  Okay, it wasn’t entirely about not wanting to disturb his slumber. The wicked part of me, the part that had thoroughly enjoyed controlling his pleasure last night, also enjoyed the thought of him waking up helpless, tied to the bed, wondering when he might be released.

  Nick was the polar opposite of helpless, and it was fun seeing his tables fully turned.

  I opened his door, heard voices, and stopped short. I dropped the groceries and ran to his bedroom.

  One of his brothers, the skinny one, was squeezing mayonnaise out of a plastic bottle in long strips, obviously to represent come shooting out of the lewd cock he’d already drawn on Nick’s chest with ketchup. Another brother was taking a picture.

  “Stop that!” I grabbed the man’s arm to pull the phone down.

  “Hey!” The one with the mayo grinned. “You must be Jade. Thanks for setting this up.”

  “Get out of here!” I glared, sharing my ire equally between them. The older one at least looked embarrassed.

  “Just having a little family fun,” he said. “But he’s all yours now.” He extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Keagan, by the way. That’s Shane.”

  “And I’m pissed!” No way was I going to shake his hand. “You guys are assholes. Bullies! Picking on your little brother.”

  “Little brother.” Shane laughed. “Has little Nicky been whining again? Poor little Nicky.” Holding the bottle of mayo at his crotch, Shane squirted a long stream that arched and hit Nick in the face.

  “Fuck off!” Nick yelled. “I’m going to kill you!”

  “That’s enough,” Keagan said. “Come on, Shane.” He gestured toward the door. “Nice to finally meet you, Jade. Hope you’ll let us make this up to you sometime soon.”

  “It’s not me who deserves an apology.”

  Keagan shrugged before he left the room and didn’t say anything to Nick.

  “I’m so sorry,” I told Nick the second they left. I wiped mayonnaise off his face as best I could with my fingers and the hem of my tank top, then crouched down to release one of his hands.

  I fought with the sweat pants I’d used in this corner.

  “Hurry,” Nick said.

  “I’m trying. You must have tugged the knots tighter.” I went to the corner by his left arm, remembering how the ends of the shirt I’d used there weren’t tucked underneath the bed leg. I tugged at the material until the first knot loosened. I unwound the fabric, untied the final knot, and then headed to the foot of the bed.

  “Shit,” he said as he stretched his freed arm over his chest, decorating it with ketchup and mayo. “I am so fucking stiff.”

  “Sorry.” I bit my lip as I finally got the ends of fabric out from under the leg and loosened a knot. “I shouldn’t have left you. But I wanted to cook for us and needed groceries. I was gone less than an hour, and, well, you had an erection. Came up while I was wiping the come, and I loved the idea of coming back. Maybe waking you up by fucking you.”

  “You planned to rape me in my sleep?”

  I gasped. “Oh, god. That’s what I was planning, wasn’t it!” I finally got his left ankle free, and he bent his leg and stretched it again while I moved to the other.

  The bindings on his right leg came off easier, and I moved up the side of the bed to free his hand. “I am the worst.”

  He reached across the bed and grabbed my arm as I passed. “No, Jade. You are the fucking best.” He pulled me down into a vagina-tightening kiss.

  How did he do that to me? A second ago all I could feel was guilt—maybe some hunger—but now all I could think of was having him inside me.

  Lying on his side, he held my waist as I bent to free his right hand. I worked on the knots, and his left hand slid to circle my hips and ass. The wet need between my legs grew.

  The instant both his hands were free, he parted my legs. One hand over my sex, he pulled me onto his body, and I slid in the mess of condiments.

  His kiss was ferocious, his hands even more so, as the one between my legs rubbed so hard I thought he might wear through the denim of my shorts. He worked a finger underneath the edge, and I gasped at the welcome touch.

  In one strong motion, he flipped me onto my back. My breath caught, and before I could fully inhale, he’d opened the fly of my shorts and yanked them off me.

  “Nick…” I said his name faintly, on the only air I could manage to draw in on such short notice. Then I said it again when he pushed open my legs and thrust deep inside me.

  Oh. My eyes shut from the impact.

  “Shit.” He pulled out. “No condom.”

  “You clean?”

  He nodded.

  “Then fuck it.”

  He drove again, hard, so hard I slid on the bed and my head slammed into the wall. I reached up above to brace myself. Without fully pulling out of me, he yanked me down a few feet and pushed my legs up by my head.

  One hand on the wall, the other on my shoulder, he thrust. Thrust so hard and deep I shouted—from pain, or pleasure—I didn’t know.

  “You okay?” He paused.

  I nodded, not sure I could speak.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes. Fuck me. Please. Nick…”

  The sound of his name seemed to be the reassurance he needed. He adjusted his position, pulling out to the tip, and then drove hard again. The sweet tangy smell of the ketchup filled my senses as his speed increased. Long, hard, unrelenting drives that filled me so completely I thought I might burst.

  He came quickly, his body shuddering and tensing through his few final thrusts, then he stayed inside me, staring down into my eyes, panting. A drop of sweat fell from his brow onto mine.

  “Fuck, Jade. Are you okay?”

  I nodded. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size of your cock.”

  “Too big?” He pulled out and rolled to the side letting my legs drop down.

  “Not a chance. I love how your cock feels inside me.”

  “This looks like a murder scene.” He traced his hand over my breasts, which were covered in ketchup.

  “Your brothers are assholes.”

  He laughed. “I’m so pissed at them for that, but they’re not so bad. You got a shitty first impression.”

  “After the stuff they did to you when you were little…”

  He cupped my face. “My badass girl, protecting me from the mean bullies.”

  “Always.”

  His eyes widened and then he scooped me up into his arms.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as he strode toward the bedroom door.

  “The only acceptable place for us now. The shower.”

  Within moments, the warm water soothed my body as Nick’s hands gently stroked, and the soapsuds turned pink from the ketchup on my breasts and neck.

  Turning me, he held me from behind, and the water rinsed away all the ketchup, not to mention the sweat of last night and this morning’s lovemaking. And it had been lovemaking.

  Even with the hard fuck I’d just taken, even with all the ways I’d teased and tortured Nick last night, I’d felt connected to him through all of it, close to him, closer to him than I’d felt to anyone in my whole life.

  My insides already ached to have him inside me again.

  He gently washed my hair, and then we swapped positions, my turn to fondle his body as I washed away the remnants of his brothers’ cruelty.

  His cock woke again, semi-hard, and I bent, wanting to feel him harden in my mouth.

  “Nope,” he said, then he picked me up and backed me into the wall at the end of the bathtub. “Watch your head.”

  I stretched to find a towel rack just a few inches above my head and grabbed onto it as he reached outside the tub for the bathmat. He knelt down on the mat in front of me, and his hand slipped through my
folds, stroking, parting, probing as my wetness blended with the water from the shower.

  Holding my hips with one arm, he stroked with the other, teasing my opening, circling my clit, driving me nearly crazy. I lifted one leg to his shoulder, wanting to give him better access, wanting to be so open to him that he could live inside me.

  His mouth claimed my clit, and two of his fingers pressed inside. His tongue flicked and circled, his fingers moved slowly, curving at the end and stroking my G-spot. I gasped, barely able to hold onto the towel rack, almost ready to come.

  My hips thrust into his face as he licked and sucked, and his fingers continued to fuck me. Then his other hand slid from its lock on my hips to press against my asshole. I cried out, gripping the towel rack hard.

  My foot slipped on the wet porcelain, my body now fully supported by a tripod made up of my leg on his shoulder, his fingers fucking me and my tenuous hold on the towel rack behind me.

  As he continued to suckle and finger me, his other hand rubbed my asshole. He pressed his pinky finger inside, and my orgasm exploded.

  I rocked, crying out, twisting and writhing as if my body wanted to simultaneously escape the stimulation and increase it.

  The towel rack broke off the wall.

  I screamed, but Nick caught me.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  He threw it past the shower curtain, and it clattered to the tile floor of his bathroom.

  He turned me, and I braced my hands on the tiled wall to keep from landing face first. One of his feet stepped on the shower curtain, holding it down against the outside edge of the tub, and then with his hands on my hips he bent me over and thrust deep inside me. Thrust so hard I had to push back against the wall to keep from cracking my head.

  “Fuck,” he cried out. “You make me so hard, Jade. You drive my body to want sex so rough.” He thrust again. “This okay?” He pulled slowly back.

  “Yes.” I cried out as he pushed in deep again. “Fuck me as hard as you want to.”

  He pulled out and drove hard again, but I could tell he was holding back.

  “Nick.” I gasped on the breath he forced out of me. “I trust you. I’ll stop you if you hurt me.”