Right Next Door

by A. J. Pryor

  “Tell me if I go too fast.” His breath is ragged, his rough jeans run along my inner thigh as he moves on top of me, sending shockwaves through my entire body.

  Passion takes over, and I pull his head down to mine, kissing him with burning desire, my hands holding him close as my feet inch up to slide his jeans and boxers off with my toes. I can’t curb the need that is spiraling out of control inside my veins. It’s frantic . . . passionate and not fast enough.

  My toe locks into the elastic of his boxer briefs, and I slide them down his ass, the front begins to get stuck on his massive erection. I want to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, but my need for him is too great.

  His hands are everywhere, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs and finally he pushes a finger inside as he somehow maneuvers his jeans and boxers further down his body, allowing my toes to kick them the rest of the way off.

  “You’re. So. Wet.” The sound of his deep hoarse voice turns me on more as he begins to rub circles around my sensitive flesh. The warmth and slickness of my arousal sliding out of me onto his hand, my hips rocking back and forth into him, my moans grow louder.

  His lips circle my nipple and his fingers continue their motion. My hands dig into the bed beside me and I want to release, I want to scream out in ecstasy but each time I come close he pulls back. “Not yet. You’re going to come with me inside you this time.” His lips are grazing mine as he talks, his voice strained and heady with need.

  I shake my head from side to side, having a difficult time forming words.

  “I think I’m coming now Damian.” My body is lit and the edge is near. Everything about him has the blood in my veins singed with heat.

  “No, not until I’m buried deep.” He removes his hand from between my legs and I groan out in frustration.

  Fumbling with something beside his bed, I hear the faint tear of a wrapper and want to tell him to forget the condom, just do it already, but before I have a chance, his tip is pressing into me.

  He holds it there his eyes gazing down into mine. His breath is deep and his face strained as he slowly pushes his tip past my entrance.

  His body begins to shake.

  “Damian.” It’s a plea because I can’t think straight and I’m desperate for this to move faster, for both of us to explode together.

  “Touch yourself, Addison.”

  It’s something I’ve done often, but alone. I’m not sure I can do this in front of him. He places my fingers where he wants them and begins a slight give and take with my body, finally sliding further into me, as together, our hands stroke my own arousal.

  With one final roll of his hips, he’s filling me entirely, my eyes wide in how complete I feel, my pulse ticking and my senses alive, as both our hands take my body to the peak.

  “I don’t want to move yet,” he mumbles in my ear, his body rigid, his face tucked into the groove of my neck and his breathing deep.

  His body tense above me, his eyes closed, gathering control as his breath fans across my breast while he holds himself still within me and I need him to move.

  A twitch of his hips, a tremor in his muscles and I moan at the small movement his body makes on top of mine. He begins to rock, his hips flexing into mine, his lips biting down on the side of my neck as he brings me closer and closer to my release.

  “Feels so good. Addison, you make me come so hard.” That’s all it takes. My body completely his, as waves of pleasure shoot through me, my hips rocking into him and I’m grabbing at his back, needing to hold on tight for fear that this feeling is going to vanish.

  “I can’t . . . hold . . . back.” He pulses inside of me, my orgasm milking his own. Collapsing on my chest, the beat of his heart is slamming along with mine. Our breaths are coming in gasps as he nestles his face in the crux of my neck. “I could stay like this all night. Breathing in your scent, never leaving your body. You rock my entire world Addison.”

  My heart stutters. For the first time in forever, I feel protected, cherished as I lie nestled underneath him and I want to make this work, for him, for us, for me. I run my fingers along his back and he winces.

  “Oh shit, did I scratch you again?”

  His lips smile into my neck and he nods. “Yeah you did and I hope this time they scar.”

  His naked body is nestled close to mine as he scoops me into his arms. “Stay with me tomorrow.”

  Looking at him over my shoulder his face is buried in my neck and he’s kissing along the curve, his warm lips making me shudder.

  “I live next door.”

  I feel him smile. “And it’s too far away.”

  Pulling me tighter in an embrace, his hand resting on my breast, he runs his nose along the length of my throat. “Stay.”

  I nod.

  He breathes one more contented sigh and falls asleep. I’m wide-awake, my body humming with post-coital awareness, my mind racing with thoughts of how good it feels to be here in his arms and I wonder how long this is going to last. In my experience, nothing is forever.

  It’s still dark outside, and there seems to be a chill in the air. The wind is blowing against the window. It’s howling, and rain begins to pelt on the roof. Burrowing deeper under the covers, I pull her tighter to my body. I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life and be a happy man. Her body is snuggled up close to mine, and she’s grasping my hand to her chest. Her dark hair fanned out on the white pillow and those lips are parted slightly.

  The beat of her heart against my palm makes me feel like curling my fingers and holding it firm, never letting go.

  Love is a complicated word. It can easily be confused with lust, the emotions so tightly connected. I have no idea what it is I’m feeling in this moment, but I know, I don’t want it to fade anytime soon.

  For two months I’ve watched this woman mourn the loss of a love she thought was forever, I watched her change her life from sad and lonely to one as vibrant as her bright green eyes. I was part of that change and I can only hope I’ll be sticking around for a lot longer.

  Addison twitches beside me¸ her warm body slightly moving and I’m instantly hard. Releasing my hand, she rubs at her eyes, then turns, her leg covering mine. We’re naked and our new position has me lined up against her entrance.

  “Morning.” She’s yawning, her eyes barely open. I trace my finger along the dampness between her legs and know we aren’t leaving this bed anytime soon. A small smile forms at her mouth.

  She runs her hands over my head, gently scratching my scalp, sending chills through my body.

  “I told you I’d be your morning girl.” She buries her face in my chest, her cold nose slightly shocking me, as she slides herself back and forth along my length, the warmth and wetness of her arousal encompassing me.

  “Christ, Addison. I want in.”

  My arms are around her body, my hands snaked up her back and tangled in her hair. “I want to lose myself in you and stay in this bed all day.”

  Raising her hips, she brings me into all her heat. “Oh fuck.” I’m not wearing a condom, and the feeling of her bare walls surrounding me makes me lose all sense of sanity. “Addison,” Her name rolls out of my mouth as a plea . . . a prayer . . . a promise. I’m dizzy with lust and want to flip her on her back, thrust deeply into her and make her yell my name as she comes apart. Nuzzling my face in her neck, our bodies connected, I know I need to right this and finish what she just started. “Ease up, Baby. I need to get a condom.”

  Her fingers press into my back and she sinks down further, her chest pressed to mine, her peaked nipples rubbing against my skin. She doesn’t speak, and she doesn’t stop the tiny motions she’s making with her hips that are causing me to lose my mind. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead.

  “Ahh, this feels so damn good. I can’t . . . can’t keep this up.” Flipping her on her back, my body hovering above as I gently rock into her and I get lost in her half lidded gaze. I need to pull out, grab a condom and make this right
, but I’m completely overcome with sensations running through my system. My body electrified as we have nothing between us and I’m lost inside her.

  She’s going to come, the small moans erupting from the back of her throat the tell-tale signs that give me my first clue. If she comes, I will too. I begin to pull out and she locks her legs behind me, keeping me firmly inside.

  “No, I’m so close, don’t leave me,” she pleads.

  My face rests in her neck as my body shakes. “You come, I come, and I’m bare, Baby. Let me protect us both.”

  “I’m clean, we’re safe. Just keep going.”

  “How do you know I’m clean?”

  “Because you wouldn’t have started this if you weren’t. Don’t stop Damian.” She’s rocking her hips gently, and I’m done for. White lights flash behind my eyes as the trust she’s just given me sends shockwaves through my body. Running my hands through her hair, I kiss her and begin to increase my tempo, our lips moving together, our bodies in perfect harmony and I need more. I need to feel her come undone.

  “Let go, Addison. Come for me.”

  Her moans get louder, her fingers dig further into my back and I can feel her insides spasm along the length of my cock. While her entire body tenses under mine, I rub my hips against her, not wanting to release just yet. This feels too amazing to be done. I’m not ready to separate from her or this feeling.

  She comes, hard, tears escaping her eyes, her body quivering and her slick walls clenching around my rock hard cock.

  Wanting more, and needing to get as deep as possible, I turn her, placing her knees up on the bed and enter her—slowly from behind. “Feels. So. Good,” I grunt as I push deep inside. My hands cradle the swell of her hips and I gently slide myself in and out, watching her wetness coat the length of me. I’m on the edge, the sight of her perfectly round ass meeting me between the thighs, my slick cock moving in and out of her sweet body and I’m going to come all over her. She said she was clean, never said she was using birth control. I want to release inside her, mark her as mine, but I can’t take that risk. As my balls tense up, as heat shoots down my back and her body shakes with one more orgasm, which grips me tight and has me so close to cresting over the edge, I pull out and wrap my hand around myself, stroking my hard as steel cock and come all down the back of her legs.

  My body is trembling, my heart on rapid overdrive. When I’m empty, when my vision returns and I can form a coherent thought I take in the amazing and beautiful sight of her.

  “I can’t believe you did that behind me.” Her face is peeking over her shoulder, her green eyes boring into my soul, and I’m slightly embarrassed that I just blew my wad down the back of her legs, but I can’t deny how hot she looks in this position.

  “I’m so sorry, Addison.” I rest my head on her back and hold onto her. “I didn’t mean to shoot my shit all over you like that. It was a lack luster attempt at birth control.”

  My cheek is pressed against her satin skin and she lowers onto her belly, silently laughing. I turn her, recognizing I’m going to have to clean both her and my sheets. “What’s so funny?” I begin to trail kisses from her jaw up to her ear and over to her lips.

  “I was only upset that I didn’t get to watch you touch yourself, Damian. Next time, do that when I’m looking.”

  My heart rate had begun to normalize, but looking into her shining eyes as she asks me to jack off in front of her, I feel like I’ve just run a marathon.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  She nods.

  “So next time I don’t have to pull out?”

  She shakes her head. “No, but I kind of like it.”

  Laughing, I lie down and pull her on top of me. “You’re a dirty girl, Addison.”

  Her heart’s beating against my chest, and I press my lips right at the pulse on her neck. My world was blown two weeks ago when I first took her to bed, now it’s burst wide open. I’ve craved her for weeks, knew she was always what I’d been looking for, but this is so much more than I expected. There’s always been a connection, a line that tethers us to each other, but it’s stronger now. I know her body, know her noises, her moves and I want more. I told her I didn’t do casual and I meant it. She’s stuck with me.

  My hands are trailing along her back and I think she’s fallen asleep. I hope so, I don’t want her to move and I have no intention of going anywhere today.

  Arctic Monkeys plays in the other room, and I freeze. She doesn’t stir, her breathing deep and her body listless on top of mine. My fists clench the sheets and my body goes rigid. If the asshole were standing in front of me, I’d knock him out. He’d be lucky if I didn’t kill him. He needs to leave her alone, erase her number from his memory and forget she exists. He had his chance and he blew it. She’s taken now.

  Rain wakes us a few hours later. Addison is still on top of me, our skin sticking together, her hair spread out along my chest. It’s coming down hard outside, and I’ve never been so happy that it’s Saturday.

  “What time is it?” Her voice is hoarse, laced with sleep and I love it. I want her waking up with me every morning from here on forward, just like this, with my arms securely around her.

  I sit up slightly, taking her with me and look at the clock. “It’s almost nine.” I lay us both back down.

  Her hands slam onto my chest and I grunt in shock as she jumps out of the bed. “I’m late! I have to go!”

  Her hair is wild, and she’s completely naked. She has bite marks from her right breast down to her hip and her eyes are blazing. Her breasts are bouncing around as her exuberance at needing to get going affects her entire body.

  And, I’m hard.

  Impossible not to be with her standing in front of me, knowing I’m the one who marked her skin and watching her perfect tits bounce around untethered. I want them bouncing between my lips.

  “Where do you have to be at nine on a Saturday morning when it’s pouring rain outside, Addison?”

  “Mia. We were going to have breakfast. Discuss . . . my future.”

  “Not happening.” I stand, my prominent erection resting tall against my groin. “Your future happens to be a shower with me, then some coffee.”

  Her eyes travel down to my hard on, and her entire body language changes. It’s fascinating and ego boosting all at once, watching her lips part, and her eyes glaze over. Her chest moves up and down with slow steady breaths and she shifts her legs, trying to control an ache I know is growing between them. I reach for her and pull her to me, my erection resting strong between us.

  “Go text her, let her know you’re going to be very late, or that you need to skip all together. I don’t care what you say, but you’re still mine for the next hour at least.” I kiss her and her body melts, her knees go weak and her petite hands rest on my ass. She moans as her hands move lower, cupping my sac. Fuck she drives me insane. We’re never making it into that damn shower.

  I break the kiss. “Go call her.”

  As she walks to get her phone, I take a breath and try to calm my twitching cock, then head into the kitchen to set the coffee maker. I know she’ll need it, and hell, so will I.

  She’s standing at my front door where she dropped her purse last night, and her face is uneasy. “What’s wrong?”

  I have a good feeling what’s wrong is that song that played at six o’clock this morning when she’d fallen asleep. She bites her bottom lip, forcing it to the side and is concentrating on something.

  “Nothing’s wrong, just couldn’t pull up Mia’s number. I’ve got it now.”

  She lied.

  I know her phone showed a missed call the minute she looked at it. For some reason she doesn’t want me to know he’s still contacting her and I don’t blame her.

  I’ll give her some privacy, but I’m uneasy. She fires off a text; I hear the swoosh as it goes. She quickly sends off another one. Her eyes meet mine.

  “Shower time?”

  I hesitate, my brain wanting to ask about the sec
ond text.

  He’s in New York.

  He’s not here.

  I am.

  If he shows up, I’ll deal with him.

  Holding out my hand for her to come with me, she smiles and takes it. No argument, no fuss, and no question. She’s mine today and if I have a say, every day from here forward.

  I can’t remember the last time it rained this hard. It makes me uneasy. I’ve never liked the rain; I think it’s sad and depressing and makes me never want to leave my house. It rained the day my dad died. The streets flooded, schools were cancelled, and most people stayed home from work. It rarely ever rains this hard, but today feels just like it did three years ago, the day I closed my dad’s eyes and the morgue took him away.

  Matt called this morning. He must have some sort of telepathic ability the way he calls and shows up at exactly the right moment to throw me. I’m not going to let him get to me today. I promised Damian I’d give us a shot, and I’m going to stick to that promise.

  The shower helped, but now that I’m home, grabbing my own coffee mug, the tension is slipping back in. How do we do this? I know he doesn’t do casual, but what exactly is he looking for?

  I’m staring in my cupboard figuring out which mug feels like the best one for this situation when my phone rings with that song again. Damn Matt and his terrible timing. I decline the call, and silently high five myself for not answering.

  As my eyes scan the variety of inappropriate coffee mugs, an anxious feeling that my life is about to get slightly complicated settles over me and I think I need some sound advice.

  “You better be ready to spill some details this time.”

  I laugh at the sound of Paige’s voice.

  “All I’m going to say is it’s a good thing our two apartments are the only ones in this building. If we had any other neighbors we would have kept them up all night.”