Right Next Door

by A. J. Pryor

  It’s been two years since the accident and for the most part, I’m fully recovered. But my soccer days are over. I’m strong, but I’ve lost my speed and while my leg has been put back together, one wrong fall, one bad kick to the leg and I’m a goner. Most likely that leg would never work again.

  “I did not raise you to be a quitter. I raised you to fight!”

  Quickly I stand and face him. “You didn’t raise me at all. Mom gets to take that credit, not you.”

  “Oh, now you’re a tough boy, with tough words. I don’t get to claim you as mine because I was busy making you rich? Is that right?”

  My dad came back to visit me once every few years when I was little and I loved him fiercely, crying for days every time he’d leave, knowing it would be at least another year before I saw him again. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized I wasn’t important enough for him to stick around. His life has always been soccer and women, in that order. What I want or who I want to be has never mattered to him. “Dad, I will always be your son, but don’t use money as the reason why you were never there. You were too busy with all your various women to want much to do with the mother and son you left in America.”

  He snickers, his mouth curling up in a bitter smile, a mocking laugh escaping his throat. “Son, do not claim to be so different from me.”

  “We share blood, we once shared a love of soccer, but the similarities end there.”

  “I do not think so. Do not be so ignorant to assume I do not know what you were doing with that woman in your car.”

  My heart begins to race in panic and sweat beads on my forehead. He cannot know what Megan was doing in my car that night. If my dad wants to think I was having some cheap one-night stand, fine. As long as he never finds out the truth, I don’t give a fuck what he believes. I’ll take that secret to the grave.

  Taking a deep breath, I’m not sure how much I want to share with Addison. “Our relationship is complicated. His life is soccer, and he wanted that to be my life as well. After the accident, I accepted my fate. He . . . didn’t.”

  “Do you look like him?”

  I nod. It’s the one thing I’ve never been able to escape. I can do my best not to follow in his footsteps, but every morning when I look in the mirror I’m reminded I am my father’s son.

  “You know, for a big time soccer player, you were a kind of a chubby kid.”

  I was a fat kid, no question about it, and I can’t believe she just pointed it out. Not sure what to do with her or that comment. I do the first thing that comes to my mind—tackle her onto the couch, pinning her beneath me and tickling her sides.

  “You making fun of me, Green Eyes?” She’s laughing uncontrollably as I hover above her and my hands roam along her sides, pinching as I go. She’s so tiny; my entire form covers her completely. Her head is thrown back as she laughs and her throat is open and exposed. My nose comes down and runs along the line of a vein that is visible under her skin. Her scent invades me, the silkiness of her skin overwhelms me and I want to claim her, press my lips to hers and mark her as mine. I shouldn’t have put us in such an intimate position, but now that we’re here, I don’t know how to back away.

  She stills at my gentle caress and her eyes level to mine.

  “He probably has a body like yours too,” she mumbles.

  I’m in dangerous territory. Hovering above her, those eyes searching mine and silently pleading with me.

  Her hands slide up onto either side of my face, and her thumbs run across my bottom lip. My heart thumps in a frantic and erratic pounding inside my chest as her eyes silently beg me to move this further.

  “Please,” she whispers.

  I am rock hard and that small word makes my arms shake as I try to keep them in place. Her hands skim down my face, my neck, shortly stopping at the rapidly beating pulse in my throat and finally rests on my chest.

  “Please. I don’t want to go home alone tonight. I only want you.”

  “Addison,” I whisper on an exhale.

  “Shh.” She leans forward and places her lips on mine. “Please,” she says, her warm breath coating my lips.

  I move onto my elbows just barely above her and stay as still as I possibly can while she explores me. Allowing her to take from me whatever she needs and it isn’t much. Her mouth never opens and her eyes remain closed as she continues to nibble at my lips, moving to my cheeks and up towards my eyes. She kisses each of my closed lids as I hold steady, barely breathing for fear that if I do, I’m going ruin any trust that has built up between us.

  “Damian,” she whispers.

  Drunk or not, I don’t have enough self-control for this. “Addison, this is not a good idea.”

  “I need this Damian.”

  She kisses me. Not a peck, not a lip on lip kiss, but her tongue breaks through mine, her arms circle my neck, her body presses flush up against me, and her legs circle my hips.

  That’s all it takes.

  Any thought that this is a terrible idea dies on my tongue, any feeling beyond her in my arms, our lips moving heatedly against each other, my hands running through her smooth dark hair, is the only touch my mind is registering.

  Sweeping her off the couch, I carry her to my room and settle her on the bed, her body beneath me as I move back and forth on top of her “Addison,” I whisper into her mouth. “You taste like candy and wine. You taste like heaven.”

  She grabs at my shirt, and I lift it over my head. She groans as her hands run along my chest and down my arms. “Naked. Damian. Naked.”

  “Yes. Naked.”

  We are fumbling, clumsy fingers undoing buttons, tearing off pieces here and there. Stopping to kiss, to taste, to suck. Her warm tongue trailing along my jaw and down my throat, and I can’t get to her bare skin fast enough.

  When she’s finally naked, her body presented to me in all its amazing glory, I take a long minute to hungrily gaze over every curve, every freckle, every detail of her creamy white skin before I pull one of her taut nipples between my lips. Circling it with my tongue and gently sucking until it peaks and I hear her moaning and panting in desire.

  Reaching for the fly of my jeans, I flip open the buttons and with one hand clumsily push them down my hips.

  My cock springs free and the rock hard flesh begins to rub against her leg. Her nails are clawing up my back, and she begins to grind into the underside of my cock, moaning.

  I can’t see straight. “Feels so fucking good.”

  Flexing my hips into her, I help her rub herself, feeling her wetness coat my shaft. It’s hot and slick and making me dizzy. All I’d have to do is lower my body a few inches, and I could slide deep inside. Stopping myself from doing just that has my body shaking and the small amount of sense I have left makes me change positions.

  Tracing her opening with my finger and feeling her wet core, I slip a finger into her slick folds. “Ahh, you’re drenched.”

  “So . . . good,” she moans as my fingers work her.

  I want to taste every inch of her, not miss a spot on her small delicate body. Moving myself lower, I trail my tongue along the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip, in towards the soft mound of her thigh. Placing my face between her legs, I hear her take in a deep breath and sigh out a yes as I begin to suck her wet heat directly into my mouth. Her hands grip my head and hold me to her as she works herself against my tongue, her deep moans intensifying and her body coiling tight under my grip. I’m lost between her legs and going to come all over my bed if I don’t get control of this situation.

  Biting the inside of her thigh she cries out in pleasure as I swipe my tongue over the pinch of teeth marks. I bite her again, making her skin red and indented with my markings. She’s mumbling incoherently. More. Again. Feels so good. One more time I bite her hard, at the same time I curl a finger inside and find that rough area that’s going to send her flying. “Oh shit!” she cries out as her orgasm crests. Pressing my tongue flat, right at the center of her, I take her exactly
where she needs to be. “Damian, oh god Damian it feels so good,” she moans, her body convulsing and her hands gripping my scalp, her toes curling into my shoulders. Both of her legs fall open giving me a perfect view of all her glistening folds and I almost come all over her. She’s bare, not a hair to be seen and she’s wide open just for me. Licking her one last time before I slide back up her naked body, her entire being shudders.

  My lips suck on the side of her neck, feeling her heart beating rapidly against my chest.

  I fucking love it. She’s so alive and it ignites a burning desire deep inside my soul.

  “Damian, your tongue . . . it’s my new favorite part of your body.”

  “You own it. It’s yours.” Sliding my tongue up her neck and behind her ear, I bring an earlobe into my mouth and gently nibble it between my teeth.

  My cock wants inside. Pre-come wets her skin and my erection throbs in an almost painful need for release. Flexing my hips into her, my tip slides along her sex, and she moans loudly, tensing up beneath me. Grabbing my head between her two small hands, she focuses her eyes directly into mine. “Do that again. Slide against me again.”

  Sliding the underside of my cock along her swollen nub, she moans loudly, moving her own hips to rub her wet core up and down the length of me. My face is still between her palms, her eyes locked on mine as they fill with unfiltered lust. She slowly works herself into a heated ball of fire. Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I change positions and my tip slides right up to her entrance. The warmth that radiates down my shaft, hitting my balls and spreading down my legs from that one small contact has my arms shaking and I want to enter her.

  Gently shoving me off her body, I’m startled and shocked by the cold lack of contact she just placed between us. She turns and opens my nightstand. “Where are they?” she asks.

  “Where are what?” I’m shaking, my cock an iron steel rod protruding from between my legs, her wet sex shining in my face.

  This is fucking torture.

  “Your condoms. Where are they?” Relieved we are on the same page, my shoulders relax as she climbs on top of me and begins kissing me again, my hard on once more rubbing against her wet heat.

  I want this so fucking bad, but I need to make sure she’s not going to have any regrets when she wakes up in the morning.

  “We were crazy drunk ten minutes ago. Are you sure?” I am now completely sober, feeling her come undone in my mouth was all it took to get me to focus but I need to make sure she wants this and it’s not just the alcohol talking.

  “Damian. Requirement number three, your requirement. Remember? I don’t want anyone else. Please get a damn condom.”

  That is all I need to hear as I reopen that drawer, and reach in the back for the string of condoms I know is in here somewhere and finally find the foil packet she’s so desperately asking for. With shaking fingers, I roll it on as quickly as I can and pull her on top of me.

  We sit facing each other, and I lift her settling her over my straining cock, her legs wrapping around me and bringing her down deep. My eyes blur with tiny white lights and my balls tense up.

  “Oh fuck.” I entwine my hand in her hair and hold her tight to my chest. “Addison,” I whisper into the top of her head, inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo while I bury myself deep. “You feel like heaven.”

  I’d had visions of this for the past two months, the real deal, even drunk, is a total mind fuck.

  She’s mumbling, small incoherent musings. I catch tidbits. So good . . . come, so hard . . . bite me.

  Smaller than me by at least a foot, her breasts are rubbing against my ribs. I want to bite them, make her scream, but I can’t reach them, so I settle on locking my teeth onto the soft curve of her neck. As she tilts her head to the side, my lips connect with the sensitive skin, and I gently press my teeth into her, she moans and grinds down onto me. Her noises alone are going to make me come, and I’m not ready, wanting to make this last as long as possible.

  “Fucking hell, Addison, this feels too good . . . I can’t . . . I can’t take it.”

  Changing positions, I lay her back on the pillow. “Spread your knees for me, Baby.” I feel her open wide, and my mind goes fuzzy with lust wanting to press into her harder, deeper.

  I thrust in and out, my pelvis connecting at exactly the right spot. She moans and bites her lip, her eyes closing, and I know I have her. With short jabs, I continue to thrust into her until she’s coming again, her teeth making bite marks on her bottom lip. I can’t hold back any longer, and I come, releasing two months’ worth of sexual tension into that one condom. “Oh fuck! I’m coming so damn hard!”

  Grabbing my ass, she pulls me further into her as the last of my orgasm rushes out of me.

  “Addison,” I’m breathless, my mind thrown by what this woman does to me. “That was . . .you are . . . incredible.” Kissing her, tasting her salty skin, and hearing the tiny moans she’s still making, I know I’m going to need to do that all over again.

  As soon as I can see straight.

  Falling down beside her she throws a leg over me and begins to nibble on my jaw, her hand roaming over the muscles of my chest.

  “My body is still shaking.” Her voice is hoarse, her words sleepy, and I’m instantly hard again. The idea I made her come so intensely that she still feels it resonates. I want her feeling it all day tomorrow too.

  Turning her over, I run my hands along the back of her legs, over her ass and up to the curve of her neck. She shivers, and I’m already getting aroused looking at her on my bed, her flushed skin spread out in front of me. Removing the condom, I quickly replace it with another and prop her up on her knees. One finger enters her, and my breathing deepens as I feel how much she still desires me. “You’re quivering in here, Addison.”

  My thumb connects with that small bundle of nerves, and she cries out. I slide a second finger inside, as she circles her hips, her tiny moaning noises beginning again.

  “Feel it Addison. Feel all of it.” I trail kisses from the swell of her hip down towards the inside of her leg, my tongue tracing the crease where her leg meets her body. I bite her, right under her ass, roaming my tongue along the sting of the mark.

  “Lick me.”

  Sucking on her swollen flesh, I continue to feel all of her and bring her to the tipping point. The deep moans she’s making tell me she’s close, and I want to be inside her when she comes. Getting up on my knees, I enter her.

  “So good. Don’t stop,” she cries out.

  My hands grip her hips, and I’m buried so deep I can’t see straight. She’s moaning and whispering things I can barely understand. My mind is fuzzy with lust and I want to be everywhere all at once. My tongue, my cock, my hands, I want them all on her and can’t figure out which one needs her more. Circling my hips once, she comes hard, her insides clenching me and causing my eyes to roll. Once she’s settled I turn her, I want to look at her face the next time she gets off, but she doesn’t let me enter her again.

  Pushing me back on the bed she crawls in between my legs. Her petite hands circle me and slowly remove the condom, I can’t breathe, hoping she’s about to use that luscious mouth on me.

  Her face hovers just above my straining cock and she shifts, beginning to trail her tongue from the top of my scar to the bottom, gently using her teeth to bite me as she slowly moves down my body. I can’t breathe, I’m the only one who ever touches that mark, it’s faded over the years and is easily avoided, but she just burst my past wide open, and I want to tell her everything about me, bring her into my world. The feel of her lips on the tip of my cock erases any other thoughts I may have as I watch her lower her red lips over my pulsing erection.

  Fuck yes. All my fantasies come true in this one moment. “Addison, those lips of yours are going to kill me.” I can’t control my hips as I slide in and out of her mouth, my cock reaching all the way into the back of her throat. She can’t take all of me in, but with the palm of her hand working in rhythm
with her lips, she’s got me completely covered. My hands tangle in her hair as I continue to flex my hips in and out of her mouth.

  She begins to rub herself against my leg, her heat and wetness coating my skin. “Come on my leg, Addison, come all the fuck over it.” She does, her cries of pleasure, vibrating around my cock as electricity shoots down my back and legs, “Oh fuck. I’m coming.” She doesn’t back away and my own release explodes while she sucks me harder and swallows all I have.

  I’m spent, can barely think straight, my body exhausted, and my insides feeling emotions I didn’t know existed.

  Pulling her up to me, I lay her entire body on top of mine. My hands cup her ass, and my lips find the top of her head as she lays it down on my chest. Our hearts are beating against each other, our labored breathing trying to slow down and her legs fall listlessly to either side of me as I hold her tight.

  Her head is resting right below my chin and all I can think about is that I want to wake up and do this all over again. I want to lie in bed all day and make love to her. Make her come so many times she loses count. “Stay with me tomorrow.” My voice is husky, broken with exhaustion and a burning need finally satisfied.

  “It is tomorrow, Damian.” Looking over at the nightstand, I see it’s three in the morning.

  “Stay, Addison. Stay with me.”

  She doesn’t answer, her deep breathing tells me all I need to know. She’s staying, at least for tonight.

  My head hurts, my mouth is full of cotton balls, and my vagina feels like it’s had a Mack truck running through it all night. I suddenly realize I’m completely naked and not in my own bedroom. In fact, I’m not even lying on a bed, but splayed out on top of Damian. His hard muscles my pillow, his skin warm under mine. His arms are around me and his fingers are resting right above my tailbone.

  My stomach rolls as a bead of sweat trails down my forehead and onto my cheek. I slowly make my way to the bathroom, my inner thighs burning and sore. Throwing a few handfuls of cold water on my face doesn’t make me feel any better. Chancing a glimpse in the mirror, I can barely recognize the disheveled face staring back at me. My lips are swollen and sore. A trail of hickies and bite marks leads from my ear down to my nipple. My muscles are achy and worked, my inner thighs marked with finger prints and teeth marks and even though I look and feel like I had a rough night, my insides are still quivering and wanting more of what got me in this state to begin with.