The Boy Next Door

by ann anders

  “Ah! Oh, fuck!”

  He dropped her leg and grasped his shoulder. He moved so quickly that she fell back onto the bed.

  In her unbridled passion, she’d inadvertently squeezed his wounded shoulder.

  She would have fled except she needed to make sure she hadn’t maimed him first.

  “Penny.” He spoke between gasps of pain. “Don’t you dare run. I know that’s what you’re thinking.” He released his shoulder and stood facing her. “You are not leaving me in this condition.”

  The obvious raging erection beneath his sweats begged for attention.

  When would she admit to herself that she needed to break free of who she’d become? That she wanted to leave the old Penny behind and become somebody else for a little while? Somebody who took what she wanted and embraced sexual need? Lust?

  With his feet braced, he stood directly in front of her, his hand in her hair again.

  “You want this, Penny. Just admit it.” He pressed his hips forward, the material of those sweats brushing her face.

  Without even thinking about it, she reached up and grasped his waistband.

  She let her fingers dip inside and slide around to his hips.

  And then she slowly…

  Tugged.

  Down.

  When was the last time she’d done this? How many times had she done this?

  She thought she could count on less than two hands the amount of times she’d given her husband head.

  And less than one hand the number of times she’d wanted to.

  But she wanted this. Every inch of it.

  No, strike that, she needed this. She needed to take this heavy, pulsing cock into her mouth.

  She released the sweats and wrapped her fingers around him.

  It was hot, hard, and silky.

  And grew larger before her eyes.

  She glanced up. Chaz watched with a hooded gaze.

  “Are you still in pain?” The grimace he made resembled his expression after she’d nearly maimed him.

  He groaned and pressed himself forward. “Not my shoulder, sweetheart.”

  A part of her could hardly believe she was in his room, sitting on his bed.

  She was going to let her body take over. She would ignore the taunts of unworthiness for now.

  Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue around the head. A bead of liquid escaped, salty, warm, slick.

  Carnal, animal hunger assaulted her. She swirled her lips around the tip and then slid him into her mouth.

  With her hair twisted around his hand, he rocked his hips a little. “Oh, fuck, Penny. Fuck.”

  He rocked his hips forward again, this time pressing himself deeper into her mouth. She relaxed and let him slide to the back of her throat.

  Her breasts ached, and she squeezed her legs together.

  He pulled back and then coaxed himself deeper. She didn’t need to be coaxed. When he pulled back, she sucked.

  She sucked him right back into her mouth.

  Both of her hands clutched at him now. Even his ass was all muscle. She kneaded the muscles there, where she could, pressing him harder into her.

  She knew she couldn’t take him all the way but she’d do her damnedest. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed and listened to his moans and the sounds of him moving in and out.

  She’d never felt this way before.

  Never.

  She’d scoffed at women who’d claimed to like this. She’d considered it degrading, overly submissive.

  A little gross.

  She squeezed the small amount of flesh she could get ahold of at the bottom of his cheeks.

  He pumped forward.

  “Touch yourself, Penny. Touch yourself for me,” he rasped.

  She was no longer wife, daughter, divorcee… She was a woman who needed one thing more than anything else.

  She pulled the material of her skirt up and spread her legs.

  Her panties were more than a little damp.

  She rubbed her hand over the silky material in tandem to his thrusts. Her scalp was beginning to burn from his tight grip in her hair. Harder now.

  Faster.

  And then he pulled himself out of her mouth and was on the bed with her. “I need your help, Penny,” he said. “Get your panties off so I can get in there.” He was on his back, pulling her skirt up around her waist. Careful not to injure him again, she scrambled as elegantly as she could to comply with his demand.

  And then she was straddling him. God, but she was wet and he was hard.

  She lowered herself, not caring about anything else in the entire world. The house could have been on fire. They could have been in the middle of an earthquake. Hundreds of people could have been watching. All she cared about was the way this felt. The way he felt.

  The fact that he was filling an emptiness she’d not even realized she had.

  But oh, how she needed him in there.

  Deep.

  And he stretched her. She could have sworn he pushed against her womb. He was deeper than any man had ever been. She lowered herself further and gasped.

  Right there.

  Oh, God, right there.

  Chapter Six

  A Woman Like Penny

  I t took every ounce of self-control not to come in her mouth. She’d seemed enthusiastic enough but he hadn’t known for sure.

  But something about her.

  Tumbling blond curls, eyes that changed from brown to green, and sweet, soft curves.

  And a velvety mouth and an even more velvety cunt. Tight, hot, and wet.

  His shoulder throbbed but there was no way in hell he would stop.

  He’d seen this need inside of her from the beginning. The tension he’d felt from her had left little doubt.

  Watching her in the mirror yesterday had confirmed his suspicions.

  And now, all of that tension, all that pent-up need, was wrapped around him, sliding heat along his length.

  She rode him almost mindlessly, clutching his thighs, then his arms. Whatever she could grab.

  Still fully clothed, her skirt gathered at her waist revealing warm, supple thighs. He’d done nothing to remove her T-shirt and bra. With the use of just one hand, he didn’t want to attempt maneuvering it over her head.

  At that thought, he reached out and pulled her down so his teeth could capture her collar and then…

  Rip!

  He tore it off – ripped it straight down the front, revealing a thin practical bra and pale, vulnerable… lickable, tasteable skin.

  Her eyes flew open and she lost her rhythm. “I want to see you.” He’d not apologize. And then he thrust his hips upward.

  “Ohh.” Her head fell back. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, please, just fuck me.” She looked like she would cry if he didn’t.

  He needed no additional encouragement.

  He only wished he had the use of his other arm!

  But she was helpful. Moving, grinding, riding, and gliding along him.

  He pushed her bra straps down her arms until they caught around her elbows. With hungry fingers, he scooped his hand inside one of the cups of her bra, freeing one breast, and then the other. They felt heavy in his hands but they were also pert. How had he never found breasts like this before? Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, tugging and nipping. She moaned again.

  Her low, sexy sounds nearly had him exploding then and there.

  He sucked and then tugged harder. Her nipples were like pebbles. He kneaded the other one with his hand.

  And she kept grinding.

  And moaning.

  Thank God they were alone in the house. Hopefully, the other neighbors side weren’t home this morning. He’d hate to think what kind of report they’d give his mom if they were.

  Not that he cared, but he knew she would.

  It was as though everything she needed, the only thing she needed, right in this moment, was something only he could give her. She needed a man who could fully appreciate the want
inside of her.

  And he, in turn, needed her. She wasn’t looking for a guy to show off to her friends. A guy she could take out to the clubs. She wasn’t looking to land a pilot.

  The things other woman chased him for seemed to be the things Penny needed to look past.

  Because she hadn’t been going to take him seriously. She’d fought it.

  She hadn’t stood a chance.

  Sure as hell, this was ninety-nine percent physical but he felt something else. Something in her soul tugged at him.

  Ever since that fucking blast! He’d been harassed by gnawing anxiety, frustration… and a blood-sucking worthlessness. The notion that he wouldn’t fly again, that he was no longer the go to guy, had taunted him.

  And then he’d caught Penny watching him.

  Not knowing who he was. Not knowing anything about him. She’d watched him.

  She’d watched him with that innocent but ferocious hunger.

  And in doing so, she’d chased away those taunting voices of irrelevance.

  She needed him. Something had gone very wrong in her life, leaving her lost and second-guessing her own worth.

  And a woman like Penny… needed to feel treasured, beautiful… lusted after.

  Being inside of her, engulfed by her warm, tight heat, he felt connected on an almost spiritual level. Which made no sense at all.

  It made him wonder. About fate, destiny, all that crap he’d never really thought of.

  He was pretty sure she’d come more than once already, and yet she wouldn’t stop to catch her breath.

  Chaz put a hand on her hip and raised himself up off the bed, meeting her but slowing her down at the same time.

  She sat straight up on top of him now, her head dropped back, too heavy to hold up. Chaz, clutching one of her thighs, drove their motion. And then…

  “Oh, fuck, Penny.” He barely managed to get out, “Condom.”

  It took a minute for his words to penetrate her thoughts.

  “No.” She fell forward and moaned, “Oh, shit. Do you have any?”

  Every single day of his life, since turning sixteen, he’d kept condoms in his possession. In his wallet, his shaving case, his dresser.

  Except for now. When his mom had collected his belongings from the barracks and then picked him up from the hospital, she’d failed to grab the box of condoms out of his bathroom.

  Chaz slid his hand up from her sweet little tush and then rubbed her back. “I don’t.”

  At which point, she collapsed heavily on top of him.

  He was still hard, inside her, but the pain in his shoulder had decided to make itself known again.

  She raised one of her legs and rolled off but when she went to get up from the bed, he stopped her. “No, stay here a minute.” He didn’t want this to end. He was inexplicably fearful that she’d throw her clothes on, run out the door, and never talk to him again.

  Which was not something he was used to.

  She hesitated. “I’m not on the pill.”

  “That’s not what I mean. Come back here.”

  He reached out his good arm and indicated she lay beside him. Looking uncertain, she tentatively crawled across the mattress, put one hand on his chest, and then curled up beside him.

  His situation was painfully obvious. If he had the use of his other hand, he could do something about it. His cock twitched as though demanding attention.

  And then, thank God, Penny trailed her hand downward. “It’s all messy.” She flicked her eyes up at him. He couldn’t remember being with a woman who was so apologetic about her sexuality. “From me.”

  Chaz pulled his arm out from behind her, took her hand in his, and then placed it at the base of his cock.

  “That’s a good thing, sweetheart. We won’t need any lotion that way.”

  He was slick with her juices. Guiding her hand along his arousal, he showed her exactly what he liked, what he needed.

  She seemed mesmerized as she watched their hands work together on him. “God, woman, so many things I want to do to you.”

  Her breasts pressed into his side and her curly blond hair cascaded around him.

  She smelled like something fruity and flowery and musky, like a woman who’d spent the last thirty minutes fucking him.

  “So good, so damn good.” But that was all he could get out.

  Because watching her, watching their hands move together up and down, was almost more than he could bear. And in his mind, he kept remembering the last time he’d done this, alone… with her watching.

  Oh, hell.

  He picked up the pace – held her hand tighter, once, twice, and then shot off like a rocket.

  As he pulsed beneath their palms, he finally relaxed back onto the bed. Damn, his shoulder hurt like hell.

  But it had been worth it.

  Using what little strength he had left, he lifted his thumb and rubbed it along the back of her hand.

  “Thank you,” he said. And then with a hitch of laughter, he added, “Penny Pyncher.”

  She groaned but snuggled against his side. “I should find a towel.” Her voice was muffled. She sounded embarrassed. “But my shirt is ripped.”

  “I suppose I owe you a new one.”

  She burrowed deeper into his side. “I’m not used to doing this in daylight.” For a woman who’d been married over a decade, she certainly was repressed.

  He chuckled again, remembering the sight of her on top of him with passion-glazed eyes. “It didn’t bother you a few minutes ago.”

  “I know,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

  At this, he tipped her chin back so that she had to look at him. “Didn’t you just hear me thanking you?”

  Her eyes were practically black. When she’d been on top of him, they’d looked green.

  He dropped his hand to her breast and cupped it firmly. “I absolutely loved every fucking thing we just did. I refuse to allow you to even think about apologizing.” He squeezed her breast slightly. “Do you like this? Did this feel good?”

  She nodded slowly. “But–”

  “No buts.” He kissed the top of her head and eased off the bed. Opening his dresser, he pulled out one of his T-shirts and tossed it to her. The words across the front read Pilots do it in the cockpit.

  She quickly slipped the too-large shirt over her head. “Thanks.” She adjusted her bra beneath the material and looked again as though she was ready to bolt.

  Chaz just stood there, totally nude but for the bandage around his torso and the socks she’d slipped on him earlier. She’d watched him happily enough from the privacy of her room before but averted her eyes now. “Hey.” He insisted she look at him. “Get back in bed. I’ll be right back.”

  She raised her eyebrows.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  ***

  Penny pulled his T-shirt down to just above her knees and snuggled into his pillow. Part of her wanted to run as fast as she could back to her own house and the other half was happy to stay right here. Happy to enjoy this moment, for surely, this – whatever it was – would die a quick and happy death.

  Nimble as a panther despite his injury, Chaz climbed out of the bed and then disappeared through the door wearing nothing but a pair of athletic socks.

  With his absence, her doubts quickly returned. What on earth was she doing? She barely knew him! He was injured! She’d promised his mother that she’d ‘check in’ on him! Surely this wasn’t what Mrs. Wright had in mind!

  She heard a toilet flush from down the hall and a moment later, he returned to stand in the open doorway. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched her curiously, as though she were a puzzle he’d yet to figure out. In his left hand, he held a damp, folded washrag.

  Penny held up her hands, expecting him to toss it to her, but he shook his head, pushed himself away from the door, and approached her ominously.

  What the heck?

  “Lie back, lady.” He nudged her shoulder onto the pillow.

&
nbsp; And then, tenderly but thorough, he used the warm cloth on her. First her hand, a little in her hair, and before she realized what he had in mind, the cloth was between her legs.

  She flinched her eyes shut.

  “Are you always this… helpful?” Throwing her arms above her head, she wavered between mortification and appreciation.

  This part of sex had always been done privately, separately. Not in a million years could she imagine Kent doing anything like this for her.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” He finished and tossed the rag toward a hamper. Then he lay back on his uninjured side, facing her. He looked a little pale beneath his tan.

  “Are you in pain?”

  He didn’t answer her.

  “Oh, my God, you are, aren’t you?” Penny pushed herself up and glanced around wondering what she’d done with her shoes. “I should go. I should let you sleep.”

  “Stay.”

  Penny froze. Something in his voice tugged at her to meet his gaze. He truly didn’t want her to leave. He wasn’t at all anxious to get rid of her.

  “Please?”

  How could she deny him? He caused her to lose all sense of reason, in a really good way.

  Catching sight of a prescription bottle on the dresser, she upped the ante. “I’ll stay if you take one of your pain pills. Have you had any today?”

  “Not since yesterday.”

  Jumping out of the bed, she opened the container, tilted out one pill, and handed it to him. He grabbed a water bottle from the other nightstand and swallowed it without argument. “Now get back here. I want to know more about you.”

  A little confused, she sat on the bed again and tucked her feet under her. What was this?

  Wasn’t it just some crazy, insanity-induced sexual fling. People who did this sort of thing didn’t actually get to know one another, did they?

  She had no idea.

  “How long were you married?” He reached for her and then pulled the sheet over both of them, tucking her in beside him.

  Huh.

  Okaaay. “I got married when I was twenty-four, when Kent finished medical school.”

  Chaz had closed his eyes. “A doctor, eh? But no kids?”

  “No, we figured we’d wait.”

  “And when did you find him with butt-pillow girl?”

  “Eight months ago. On Halloween.”