The Boy Next Door

by Jessica Jarman

  “Good. Okay, okay,” he conceded when she glared at him. “On one condition.”

  “What?”

  “Come home with me tonight.”

  Oh God. The husky tone of his voice told her exactly why he wanted her at his place. But was it just for the sex? Or something more? Well, she was going to find out.

  “Yes.”

  He grinned at her. She nearly whimpered when he pulled her dress back to her knees and removed his hand.

  Dinner passed with excruciating slowness. Both sets of parents ordered dessert and coffee. Darcy and Mac declined, made excuses to leave and practically ran from the restaurant.

  Outside on the sidewalk, Mac grabbed her around the waist and crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue delved in immediately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get closer.

  Her pussy dampened and her clit began to pulsate, a tiny rapid beat against her drenched panties. He shifted and ground his hard-on against her mound. She gasped into his mouth as heat burst through her.

  Pulling away, he demanded, “My car or yours?”

  “Yours. And, Mac, drive fast.”

  He snagged her hand and, pulling her behind him, strode to his vehicle. They quickly buckled up and he sped toward downtown, toward his apartment, his bed.

  His hand slipped under her dress to caress bare leg again as he steered with one hand. Darcy shifted her hips, the throbbing between her legs becoming unbearable. Her sensitive nub rubbed against the dampened silk of her panties. Fingers of pleasure tickled inside her and squeezed deliciously. She bit her lip, but didn’t succeed in stopping the groan low in her throat.

  Mac glanced at her, eyebrow quirked. His hand traveled up her thigh to cup her sex. His long fingers stroked her though her panties. A harsh sigh burst from his mouth.

  “God, Darc, you’re hot. All wet and ready. I can feel your clit, all swollen and pounding against my fingers.”

  Her head fell back against the leather seat as he continued to fondle her, to circle her clit with agonizing sweetness, increasing the pressure periodically. He slid the edge of her panties aside. Her hips jerked when his wonderful, rough skin rubbed her, causing the tip of his finger to enter her pussy slightly. She cried out. Her muscles tightened and she clapped a hand down over his to stop his caresses.

  “Wait,” she gasped. “I don’t want to come here. Just get home. Fast.”

  With a nod, he continued driving, but kept his palm cupped against her pussy, her hand holding his tight. Ragged breaths filled the small confines of the car.

  Darcy felt relieved it wasn’t just her. Obviously the situation affected him as much as her. She almost wept in relief when he pulled into the parking garage beneath his building.

  He yanked his hand from her, parked and bolted from the car. Her door was yanked open and he pulled her out. He practically dragged her to the elevator. As the door slid shut, she jumped at him. He stumbled back until he was against the wall. His hands cupped her ass and pulled her against his hardness. She circled her hips again and again, moaning as his erection pulsed against her. She couldn’t get enough of him. To think, she almost lost this. Damned if she’d make that mistake again.

  “You’re so hot, Darc. So hot,” he whispered against her mouth.

  “For you.” She nipped gently at his bottom lip.

  With a groan, he straightened and lifted her. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she leaned down to kiss him again. The elevator bell dinged as the doors opened to his floor. Keeping an arm tight around her waist, Mac strode out and down the hall.

  “Excuse us.”

  His voice was hoarse as he skirted around a couple walking down the hall. Darcy buried her face in his neck and bit the salty skin below his ear as laughter bubbled from her. It took him a moment to fumble with the lock, but he managed without dropping her.

  Once inside, she found herself slammed against the door. His mouth devoured her, tongue swirling intoxicatingly around hers. His scent, his taste enveloped her. Shoving her hands in his hair, she fisted her fingers and held him fast against her.

  He grabbed her dress, yanked it up to her waist and, with both hands, gripped and tore her panties off her. She pulled his head back to stare into his eyes.

  Oh my. Blurred with desire, his gaze bore into hers before he leaned in to capture her mouth again.

  “Wait,” she whispered against his lips and unwrapped her legs from his waist to stand. He gave an impatient grunt and darted his tongue out across her bottom lip.

  Using the element of surprise, she grasped his arms and spun him around until his back rested against the door. She slid her hands over his chest to push his suit jacket over his shoulders. He aided by shrugging the garment off and tossing it aside. Pulling the shirttails from his pants, she set to work on the buttons lining the front of his shirt. Once open, she ran her palms up his chest, teasing the flat, rigid nipples.

  She leaned forward to kiss the warm, smooth skin. Swirling her tongue around each nipple, she closed her eyes to enjoy his response—the harsh breaths, the tightening of his fingers on her shoulders, the hard length of his restrained cock pressed against her belly. She trailed her hands and mouth downward, over his stomach. His muscles quivered under her lips. Kneeling down before him, she unbuttoned his pants and raised her head to meet his gaze as she lowered the zipper.

  He reached down and cupped her cheek, rubbed his thumb over her mouth. She moved her head to draw the digit into her mouth, sucking it hard before turning her attention back to the task at hand. Slipping her hands into his waistband, she shoved his slacks and shorts over his hips. His cock sprang out and jutted upward, nestled against Mac’s lower abs.

  She inhaled with anticipation, then wrapped one hand around the hard length and cupped his balls with the other. Squeezing gently, she watched a couple drops glisten on the swollen head and leaned forward to lick the salty moisture away. Mac’s groan echoed loudly in the quiet room. His hands delved into her hair, scattering pins everywhere. She inhaled deeply and drank in the clean, musky scent of his sex. Her pussy contracted in reaction and her sleek folds swelled and moistened even more.

  She ran her hand up and down his cock, gently playing a fingernail along the bluish vein running its length. Her tongue followed its path. She licked him from base to tip and back and planted a firm kiss to the sac she cradled. It tightened beneath her lips, drawing closer to his body. He shifted, braced his legs further apart. Encouraged by the movement and his heavy breathing, she leaned forward and took the large, purplish-red tip into her mouth.

  “Oh God, Darc.” His fingers fisted in her hair.

  She took more of him in, shifting slightly until her mouth encircled the base of his shaft. Tightening her lips around him, she withdrew. She rolled his balls in her hand and continued to work up and down the length of him with her mouth, her lips, her tongue.

  Suddenly he gripped her hair more tightly and pulled her away. He guided her up his body and turned until she found her back pressed against the door again.

  “I want to be inside you when I come,” he growled against her mouth before kissing her deeply, tongue probing.

  He let go of her hair and slid his hands down to yank her dress back up around her waist. Cupping her ass, he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He slid his cock into her with one swift motion. Her pussy muscles screamed in exquisite pleasure and tightened around him. He plunged roughly into her, over and over.

  Relentlessly he drove her to the edge. With each thrust, explosions of heat erupted in her pussy and coursed through her body. Her nipples rubbed against his chest through the silk of her dress, sending fissions of delight from her breasts straight down between her legs to swirl around his pulsing hardness.

  His cock thickened inside her, pushing her further. Each stroke pushed hard against her swollen clit, causing her to tighten even more around him.

  “Come with me, Darc. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me when I com
e.”

  Her breath came out in sobs as the orgasm swept over her. Heat burst in her clit, then spread through her pussy as it contracted over and over. The warmth spread into her belly, her womb and beyond like hot oil spilling through her body. She felt the force of his orgasm, his seed shooting into her. He plunged into her once more, his still hard cock embedded within her as far as she could take it.

  His muscles trembled under her hands as he buried his face in her neck. He kissed the sweat-dampened skin. Darcy squeezed her eyes tighter against the torrent of emotions. She didn’t want to leave, to lose this.

  He lifted his head to look at her face. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  “Good, ‘cause I plan to stay.” She pressed a kiss to his chin.

  “It’s going to be a long night. Let’s go to bed.”

  ———

  She woke in the dark, disoriented.

  Sitting up with a start, Darcy tried to make out her surroundings. An arm snaked around her and pulled her back down against a hard, warm body. Mac. She was with Mac. Muscle by muscle, she relaxed and listened until his breathing became deep and even with sleep again.

  She squinted at the clock. Three thirty-four a.m. No wonder he was out. They’d made it to bed early all right but sleep hadn’t crossed either of their minds until well after one. And here she was, wide-awake without even a sketchbook or anything with her to deal with her insomnia.

  Mac’s arm tightened around her middle, a kind of sleepy hug. She reveled in the heavy weight of his arm around her, the light caress of his breath on her neck, the press of his cock against her ass. Yep, she was where she wanted to be. She loved the feel of Mac next to her, though accustomed to sleeping alone. Sure she and Richard had shared a bed, a huge king-sized affair. They often went the entire night without touching. She might as well have been in the cot she kept in her loft. Richard wasn’t the cuddling, holding type.

  Darcy shook her head. She did not want to think of her ex right now. Mac lay next to her, that was what was important. Though they did need to discuss their relationship—if that’s what they had. She wanted it to be and hoped his reaction to the possibility of her dating meant he felt the same.

  Her eyes fluttered shut and sleepiness settled over her.

  Light washed though the room when she opened her eyes again. She felt rested and ready to go. From the hard-on nestled between her ass cheeks, someone else apparently was too. She wiggled back against him and sighed as his smooth cock slid over the sensitive skin of her ass.

  “Good morning.” She looked over her shoulder.

  He moved his head for a kiss, his stubble rasping against her cheek. His hand slid over her belly and cupped the mound between her legs. “Yes, it is a good morning.”

  Desire ignited instantly, amazing her. Obviously last night’s activities hadn’t dried up her sex drive. The folds of her pussy were wet and sleek when he delved his fingers within.

  His erection jerked against her ass. She shifted until it slid between her thighs, its large tip teasing her already swollen clit. His hand guided the shaft into her heat, and he pressed his hips hard against her ass, pushing farther up into her pussy. Then he held still.

  She tried to move her hips, to start making love to him, but he held her still by cupping her pelvis.

  “Darcy?” His voice was hoarse and low.

  “What?” Nothing like desperation dripping from your words.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?”

  “Overreacting. I couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else.” A quick withdraw and thrust.

  Oh God. “It’s okay. I understand. Really.” Now they’d concentrate on this.

  “I want to tell our parents we’re a couple.” Withdraw. Thrust.

  “Ohhhh. You…you do?”

  “Yeah. That okay?” He pressed her clit with two fingers in a circular pattern.

  She moaned low in her throat. “I’d like that if… if you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure. I want us to be a couple.”

  “Me too.”

  Then he began to move and drive her crazy. Something was different. The fast desperation was gone. He moved within her slowly, caressing her inside and out. His hand cupped her sex and stroked her clitoris gently, then moved to caress her breasts, tease her nipples. His lips played along her neck as he murmured softly in her ear, his words and breath whispering over her, “So beautiful…make me so hot…want to make love all day…drives me crazy.”

  Most of what he said didn’t make sense, but she didn’t care. The sound of his voice and the feel of his cock inside her, caressing her, was enough.

  She squirmed, trying to increase the maddening pace, but he grasped her hips and kept tormenting her, stroke after slow stroke. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his penis as he lazily moved within her. His tortured gasps against her neck and his thickening cock told her he was close to losing it, but still he continued the unhurried mating.

  His hand slid down to her pussy again to tease her hard little nub. He rubbed the sensitive skin surrounding her clit, making it peek out from the outer hood. He kept the slow pace, but began to thrust harder, deeper with each stroke. Her pussy contracted around his growing length. Both groaned.

  Mac rolled the tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger. Wet fire swept through her pussy, drenched his cock. He rammed into her, again and again until his semen propelled into her with such force she cried out. Sweet spasms racked her pussy and continued to creep up into her belly. She pushed her ass back against his hips to keep his cock buried inside her.

  He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and held her.

  “Can we wake up like this every morning?” he whispered.

  Darcy burst out laughing. “Yes, please.”

  ———

  Mac unlocked the door and walked quietly into the dark house. He needed to see her, be with her. The damn hold Darcy had on his body, on his being unnerved him to no end, but he couldn’t shake it.

  She’d decided to stay at her parents’ as it was the night before the party and she wanted to be there if she was needed. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t pay her a little visit. It sure was awfully handy he had the key to her parents’ house.

  He crept silently downstairs to her room. A sliver of light shone under her closed door. Maybe she hadn’t gone to bed yet. Turning the knob, he pushed into the room. His breath left him. God, she was beautiful.

  She slept, sheet pulled to her waist. Her hand lay next to her face, curled in a loose fist. Hair haloed around her, curls floating over the pillow, over her shoulders. One curl encircled her breast, highlighting the dusky nipple shadowed through the thin white chemise. Up the smooth column of her throat, he drank in her features.

  He reached behind him, shut and locked the bedroom door before striding to the bedside. With the back of his fingers, he stroked her cheek. Bending at the waist, he pressed his lips along the path his fingers had traveled. Her eyes flew open, and she met his gaze.

  “What are you doing?” Her whisper danced over his face, a warm fleeting caress.

  “I need you, Darc.”

  And he did. Immense need flooded though his veins, heating his body to an excruciating degree. His cock swelled as her eyes clouded with knowledge and desire. He groaned when she shifted, pulled the sheet back and opened her arms. He kicked his shoes off, and shrugged out of his clothes and tumbled into bed.

  His mouth tasted, nibbled on her sweetness. Her head fell back and her hands tightened on his shoulders. He pressed her back into the mattress and pulled her panties off. His fingers combed through the curls at the apex of her thighs. With a sigh, she allowed her knees to fall open, baring her pussy to his touch.

  He plunged his fingers into her, finding her hot and wet for him. She pushed against him until his fingers were lost within her. Her juices surrounded and soaked his hand with warmth. He knelt between her thighs and positioned his penis to take the place of his hand.
Pulling his fingers from her heat, he prepared to thrust into her. The swollen tip of his cock danced in the entrance of her pussy.

  “Wait.” She pushed against his shoulders.

  “What?” he bit out. He wanted to sink into her, feel her heat, her wetness surround his hard shaft.

  “Can I be on top this time?”

  Her voice was so soft he barely heard her. But he did, and his cock jumped in agreement with her request, so he had no choice but to listen.

  “Sure, baby, if you want.”

  He shifted away and lay down on his back. She quickly scrambled to straddle his hips. Her damp curls and pussy lips nuzzled against the hardness of his cock. A groan burst from his mouth. She was going to kill him. But what a great way to go.

  She leaned forward and reached between them to grasp him. Her hair fell in waves around his head, tickling his shoulders. He inhaled deeply. Ah yes, strawberries. He reached up and ran his hand through the silky tresses. She glanced at him with a frown.

  “Tell me if I do anything wrong, okay?”

  Mac laughed, then groaned as the movement caused the head of his cock to slip just inside her heat. Sweet fire licking him, teasing him.

  “Oh, baby, I don’t think there’s much you could do wrong at this point.”

  A smile kissed her lips and she pressed down, her pussy pulling him inside its tightness. Their moans mingled as his cock impaled her. She straightened, her ass cheeks pressing against his upper thighs, and threw her hair over her shoulders to trail down her back. Instead of closing his eyes as pleasure swept over and through him, Mac watched as Darcy began to move. Using her legs, she rode him. Her pussy squeezed him relentlessly as she moved up and down on his erection.

  Knowing he wouldn’t last long, he cupped the mound between her legs and stroked her clit with his thumb. Her pussy clenched his cock tightly.

  “God, you’re so damned responsive, Darc.”

  He ran his other hand up her belly to cup her breast. Rolling the pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he watched as it tightened further. She arched her back and pushed into his hand as she continued to pleasure him.