by Claire Adams
I turned my neck to the side as Chris let his mouth move from my lips down the nape of my neck. Soon he reached my nipple and pulled it into his mouth tightly. The force at which he sucked sent tingles of pain and desire throughout my body. He sucked hard and I arched my back to press into the motion. The more he sucked, the more I pressed toward him. I could have cum right there if he had continued with that hard sucking motion. Instead, he let his lips move down my stomach and gently pressed me back onto the couch. He lingered around my waist to my shorts as his hands slipped up and unbuttoned them.
“Lift,” he ordered.
I obliged him and lifted my hips off the couch. He pulled my shorts and panties off in one swift motion.
His hands thrust my hips apart and his lips kissed up my thighs to my wetness.
I inhaled, trying to catch my breath. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my body.
Chapter 10
If I thought he was good at kissing, that was nothing compared to his other oral skills. I held on to the couch as my body pulsed against his tongue. He moved fast and hard, then slow and soft. I didn’t know what to expect from one moment to the next. My body didn’t know either. I could feel the build-up and I tightened my thighs around him to try and slow his progress. There was no stopping him though; he grabbed my ass and held me tightly against his tongue. I tried to pull away, but that just made him more determined.
As my body started to fill up and I couldn’t take another moment, I relaxed and let myself cum and a shiver of ecstasy flowed through me. Surely he would stop now; I had just given in to his pleasure. He stood up quickly and I could see the bulge in his pants. His desire for me was strong and I felt the same. I wanted him. Even after the shiver of the explosion, I still longed to feel him inside of me.
Without hesitation, he threw my naked body over his shoulder and he made his way up the stairs toward my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” I giggled. I was feeling a bit silly with my bare ass in the air.
“Quiet down,” he laughed as he swatted my butt.
He gently threw me onto the bed then stood there looking at me. The hard desire of his eyes was no match for me and I looked away. I heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of them hitting the ground and my curiosity got the best of me.
I looked with the intention of only glancing quickly, but when I saw him standing there in all his glorious hardness I couldn’t look away. His body was chiseled even more than I could have imagined. Muscles stretched over every last part of him. I watched as his cock stood erect for me and without thinking about it, I licked my lips again.
The action seemed to set off a burning need in him and Chris was on top of me within seconds. His swift movement to fill me up had me gasping for breath. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face so I was looking right into his eyes as each thrust of him made me moan with pleasure. His deep brown eyes watched me intently as he thrust harder and harder.
I tried to look away as I felt my body rock with another explosion only moments away. But he wouldn’t allow it. He held my chin firmly and made me face him as his thrusts got harder. My moans got louder and I closed my eyes. If he wouldn’t let me turn away, at least I could close my eyes to avoid the intense heat of his gaze.
As my body started to tighten up, I stopped moving in motion with him. I could feel the rapture building from my thighs up to my stomach.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I did as he said. With our eyes locked together, I felt the second explosion of the night. My body shook with pleasure as he thrust one final time deep inside of me. My legs felt like rubber as he lowered himself on top of me and we kissed gently. I could hardly move as he slid next to me and lifted my head to rest on his arm.
Not another word was spoken and I quickly drifted off to sleep. My body was exhausted from all that had happened in the space of a few hours. Falling, bleeding from my cut head, hurting my ankle, and his torturous techniques all had my body feeling more exhausted than I ever remembered feeling.
When the sun finally blazed its way into my window, I felt around the bed for Chris. My eyes still closed I quickly could tell that he wasn’t there. A deep sigh filled my lungs.
Then my hand ran across a noted that was in the empty spot next to me.
The note read:
Beautiful girl. I didn’t want to wake you.
He was gone.
Chapter 11
After having a fabulous night with a guy the last thing I expected was that he would totally disappear. But that is exactly what happened with Chris. After finding his note lying next to me after we had sex, he was gone.
I went to his house the next morning and knocked on his door. I kept my eye out for days afterward to see if he might be coming home at a weird hour or something. But he was gone. No good bye. No explanation, he was just gone.
My heart sank as I thought about the night we had spent together and how wonderful it had been. His muscular hands on my body, his lips on my skin; it had been perfect. I really didn’t know what had happened and why he had totally disappeared. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I wasn’t prepared to deal with it. Obviously I didn’t know Chris well, and we had only been neighbors for a short period of time; but I liked him. I found myself thinking about our night together often.
I remembered his strong arms wrapped around me as he carried me down from the woods. I could still, very vividly, remember his smell that night, a musky mix of sweat and shower gel. My mind could get lost remembering how he had ripped my clothes off and carried me up to my bed. My head was still healing from where I fell while taking the final picture for my art show. My ankle also was still healing from that fall. Every time I looked at either of the wounds my mind went back to that night.
I could still remember the feeling of his lips on mine. The sweet taste of his tongue as it entered and searched with mine. It was hard to think about anything else than that night I had with Chris. How was a girl supposed to move on when a guy just totally disappeared on her? I didn’t know anything about Chris. Not his last name or what he did for work and certainly I didn’t know where he had gone. I felt like a teenager again, the rejection of a boy not calling. It was all-consuming for me.
While developing some pictures one afternoon I decided I had to go snoop around his house a little more. He hadn’t come or gone for at least a week and I didn’t feel nervous at all that he would come home. I had woken up at all hours of the night to look and see if he was coming home, but he never did. As I walked over to his house, I looked into the front window. There was the same furniture as before and nothing looked lived in at all. In fact, the whole house looked pretty empty. Or at least as empty as it had before Chris had come.
Suddenly, it hit me. What if he never came back?
The thought of never getting to see Chris again made my stomach churn. I don’t know why I had become attached to him so quickly; it wasn’t something I normally did. But then again, I didn’t normally sleep with guys I had just met either. I was a one man kind of gal and this fling had me feeling like I had made a big mistake.
I was starting to understand why my friends got so crazy when men didn’t call them back. It was horrible to be second guessing how smart I was or how beautiful…all over a guy who didn’t call after having sex. I felt absolutely ridiculous.
As I made my way around Chris’s house, I kept peering into the windows to see if there was anything unusual going on in there. For all I knew he could be dead in there for the past week and I was getting mad at him for not calling me. I didn’t really know if he had left the house and I figured I should at least check to see if his Jeep was still around.
The garage seemed a good place to go check next. The last time I had looked in there it was totally empty and Chris had just moved into the house. I let my hand slowly twist the door handle to the garage and I pushed the door all the way open without going inside. It was difficult to see in
there and I knew I was going to have to turn the light on. I thrust my hand into the doorway and felt around on the wall until I ran into the light switch.
The garage looked empty, except there was one box on a shelf in the corner.
I walked over to the box and took a deep breath. It would look pretty bad if Chris happened to come home right as I was going through the things in his garage. I ran over to the door and looked around one last time. There were no cars and no one even near the house.
The box was loosely shut without any tape or anything over it. I certainly wouldn’t have cut through the tape to look inside, or at least that’s what I told myself as I started to open the box. I had never been a super curious person. I let mysteries remain and often figured that if something was important enough I would be told about it eventually. But that was for silly small town secrets. This felt like a bigger secret that I needed to get to the bottom of.
I don’t know what exactly I was expecting to see in the box, but I felt disappointed when I opened it and just found clothes. I pulled out a shirt and some pants, both black. In fact most of the clothing in the box was black. The fact that all the clothing was black seemed odd since I don’t think I had seen Chris where any black at all since he had moved in.
As I closed the box up there was a noise outside the garage.
My heart sank and I froze. I stood still and waited to see what the noise was from. My heart pounded in my chest and I could feel my mouth getting dry as I tried to swallow. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.
I listened intently as I walked toward the doorway and peered outside.
Then out of nowhere a cat ran away from the side of the garage. I breathed a sigh of relief and shut the garage door behind me. I had to get back to my own garage and finish developing my pictures for my big gallery show. It didn’t matter if Chris ever returned; I still had a life and I needed to continue living.
I had to stop worrying about this guy that I hardly knew. My show was right around the corner and I absolutely had to make some decisions on the pictures that I would be using. I had changed my mind at least a dozen times in the last few weeks, but it was finally time to make the decisions so they could prepare the gallery for my pictures.
Chapter 12
As the days continued to pass I had to just give up on Chris. He was a nice guy and I did have feelings for him, but any guy who would disappear like this wasn’t right for me. I needed more than this.
I felt like an independent woman and waiting on a guy to show back up just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I was starting to feel desperate. I made the decision to stop thinking about Chris. Of course, that quickly turned into trying to stop thinking about him, then thinking about him a little and then all the way back to thinking about him all the time again.
I settled in with my preparations for my photography exhibit. Every time I thought I had my list of pictures complete, I kept changing my mind and looking through more and more pictures. This was my first big show and I didn’t want anything to mess it up. Not even a broken heart over a one night stand could distract me from my objective.
Then, at about midnight a week later; I was developing pictures in my garage again and I heard someone pull up outside. I ran to my garage window and looked to see who it was. Sure enough it was Chris.
He pulled his Jeep into the driveway and then got out and went into his house. He was dressed in black. I could hardly see him in the dark but he looked different. There was no smile and nothing about his demeanor seemed pleasant at all. He looked scary.
Even though I was mad as hell at him for disappearing and not calling me, my heart still raced as I watched him. He had some power over my body that I just couldn’t put my finger on.
After about thirty minutes, I went quietly back into my house. Surely now that he was home he would reach out to me again. Perhaps he would stop by in the morning and tell me some elaborate reason why he couldn’t call me?
Wait! What was I doing? I was already trying to give him excuses for why he wasn’t able to call me. How pitiful was I? I shook my head and tried to think about something else. When did I become this girl that cared so much about what a guy thought?
I was doing so well at building myself up to be more independent. But then I found myself sitting in the dark of my kitchen waiting to see if Chris would come over. Even though it was the middle of the night, my brain actually thought he might come running over to say hello and apologize. I sat for about twenty minutes before finally deciding sleep was more important than staring out my window in the middle of the night.
When morning came, the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes was what Chris was doing. I hurried and got dressed and went outside to do yard work that I absolutely didn’t need to do. I’ll be honest; I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what internal urge drove me to want Chris to come over; but I did. I desperately wanted him to come and find me and tell me a fabulous reason why he had been unable to talk to me. After about an hour working in my yard, I heard Chris leave his house and make his way over toward me.
“Have you been behaving yourself?” he said as he slapped my ass.
I slowly turned around and there he was in all of his handsome glory. His hard muscles tugged on the blue shirt he was wearing and his gray shorts hugged him in all the right places. I tried not to take in every piece of him, but I couldn’t stop myself. He smiled at me with that mischievous grin and my body reacted with excitement to every last nerve ending.
“Yep, you know it!”
I turned back to work on the weed pulling in my yard. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me ogle him.
“Well I’m going for a run, enjoy your day.”
With that, he was gone. Off and running down the street like the last two weeks had not even happened. But there was awkwardness between us. He had to have felt that, there was no way around it. I threw my gardening tools down and stormed back into my house. How dare he just pretend like nothing was off? What an arrogant ass! He seriously just slapped my ass like nothing was wrong. It was amazing to me that he could even have a conversation with me and not mention that he had been gone for almost two weeks. It didn’t matter how hot he was. Any guy who wouldn’t try to at least make up some sort of excuse was too full of himself for me to worry about him.
I went back into my house and tried to get rid of some of my anger. But the more I cleaned and organized the house, the angrier I got. In this day and age, how could any guy still be such a jerk? I just had to call Rebecca.
“Hey girl what are you up to?” Rebecca said when she answered.
“Guy trouble. I need you ASAP.”
It didn’t matter what day of the week it was or even what time of day. The fact that I had a guy and there was trouble was so exciting to Rebecca that she was over to my house in less than ten minutes. She was practically in a full blown sprint when I watched her get out of her car and make her way up to my door. We were long past knocking in our friendship and she thrust the door open with a force of excitement.
“Who is he? How long have you known him? Have you had sex?” Rebecca said breathlessly as she fell onto the couch.
“His name is Chris, it’s that neighbor who moved into the house next door, known him about three weeks, although he’s been gone for the last two…and yes we did…right where you are sitting.”
“Katelyn! Eww!” Rebecca said as she jumped up off the couch and moved over to a chair.
Chapter 13
“So let me get this straight. You fell down a mountain, he rescued you, you had sex, he disappeared, and now he’s back.”
“Yep.”
“So what’s the issue?”
“He left for two weeks without even a call. You don’t think that’s a bit weird?”
“I think the whole situation is weird. But I think you need to step back and stop worrying so much about it. Really what’s the worst thing that could happen here?”
I
thought about it. There wasn’t really a bad result. I mean the worst that would happen would be that we didn’t have sex again. But I surely would still try to be friends with Chris. We were neighbors and all.
“I don’t mind being friends with him. My issue is that he is acting like it is perfectly normal for someone to sleep with a girl and then disappear for two weeks. It’s not like he told me ahead of time that he would be gone. And why couldn’t he have at least called and just told me he was on a business trip or something. That’s what is bothering me the most, He didn’t even call.”
Rebecca sat and pondered my dilemma for a moment.
“Rob. That’s what we will do. Rob.”
I sat there and looked at her with an obvious inquisitive look. I had no idea what she was talking about, but this wasn’t so unusual. Many of our conversations ended with me staring at her and trying to figure out just what she was trying to say.
“You know. Rob…the guy from my work that I told you would be perfect for you.”
Rebecca was constantly telling me she met someone who would be perfect for me. It wasn’t unusual that I couldn’t remember this particular man. She had such a big heart and was just trying to help me find the happiness like I use to have. She and Robert were so great together, and it did give me hope that someday I would find a man that was my equal. Someday I would be able to follow my dreams and have someone right by my side urging me on.
“What exactly do you propose I do with this Rob?” I laughed.
“Do him.”
I stared at her in disbelief.