Neighbors (Twin Estates #1)

by Stylo Fantome

  “Say it.”

  “I can't.”

  He pulled away abruptly, and she cried out at the loss. Then he was grabbing her t-shirt again and he yanked hard, jerking her up off the bed. She stayed limp, her weight being held up by his grip on the fabric. He was staring down at her, almost looking a little angry. It was hard to tell in the ethereal glow from the pool. She stared right back, refusing to be scared of him.

  Yeah, right, good luck with that.

  “Tell me what you want from me.”

  The moment had gone from intense to surreal. Everything was quiet again, just like their first time together in the bar. Only instead of everything catching fire and turning gold, the entire room was coated in silver and blue, washing over them both. She took a deep breath.

  “I want you to let go,” she breathed. “I want you to feel free when we're together.”

  Something broke. Electricity crackled in the air, but before she could contemplate where it was coming from, he dropped her. Before she'd even settled on the mattress he was gripping her shirt again, but this time at the neck line, and with both hands. She let out a shout as the material pulled tight, then ripped in half. He tore it right down the middle.

  When Wulf let go, apparently, he really fucking let go. There was clawing and tearing. Movement that would leave marks. It was amazing. While she pushed and pulled to get his shirt off, her panties disappeared in a similar manner to her shirt. She had just gotten his belt undone when he grabbed her by the wrists. She cried out again as her arms were pinned above her head.

  “Turn around.”

  Before he'd even finished speaking, she'd rolled onto her stomach. Her body always heeded Wulf's commands. Remembering her lessons from the strip-aerobics class, she drove her knees into the mattress, forcing her ass high in the air while leaving her upper half flat on the mattress. She stretched her arms out and pushed against her headboard.

  When she felt the first slap, she was a little shocked. The second one was harder, earning a moan from her. She braced herself for a third, but it never came. Instead, his hand fluttered up between her thighs, his thumb was swimming in the wetness he'd created.

  “Are you so eager when you're with the other guy?”

  He could've spanked her, whipped her, put a ball-gag on her, and she would've been less shocked. He was asking about Liam, again. Something he never did, and now he'd done it twice in as many days. God, was he jealous? Threatened? When they were having sex, Katya could barely even remember her own identity, let alone anyone else's. Wulf had absolutely zero to worry about.

  “Jealous?”

  “Curious. Do you get this wet for him?”

  His thumb was replaced with his dick and she gave a full body shudder. She tried to push back against his intrusion, tried to take him deeper, but he gripped her hips and held her in place. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for an answer.

  “Only for you,” she whispered.

  He slammed into her with such force, she couldn't help it, she shrieked. She bit down on her sheet after that, moaning into the Egyptian cotton while he pounded her from behind.

  “Jesus, Katya, if you were fantasizing about this when you were seventeen, I definitely should've taken notice,” he groaned. She managed to nod.

  “Oh god, I wish you had.”

  His hand was suddenly in her hair, pulling so hard and sharp, he earned another shriek. She was jerked away from the mattress, her back arching as he continued yanking. While he pressed his forehead to the side of hers, she reached out and gripped the top of her headboard, trying to maintain her balance.

  “Does he fuck you as good as this?” he hissed, and she felt his teeth against the apple of her cheek.

  “Oh my god, I can't ...”

  The conversation should've made her uncomfortable, but it didn't. Her body temperature was sky rocketing, and her stinging scalp was sending a pulse of pressure straight to where he was fucking her oh so good.

  “Tell me, Tocci. Who's got the better dick? Who makes you come faster? Better? Harder?” he grunted out his words as his thrusts almost became brutal.

  Katya went back to biting her lips between her teeth. No, he wouldn't force that out of her. Even drunk on his passion, intoxicated by his touch, she wouldn't betray herself. Betray Liam. Turn herself over to him completely.

  Or at least, I pray I won't …

  “You feel so good,” she finally moaned. He stopped moving and she actually let out a sob. He let go of her hair and she fell forward. His fingers trailed through the sheen of sweat on her back, twining around her vertebrae. Then he backed away completely and she couldn't feel him at all.

  “That wasn't what I asked.”

  She was panting, half suffocating on the blanket that was in her face. Then she felt his hand around her ankle, and she squealed as she was jerked down the length of her mattress. He flipped her over and his hands were on her thighs, his grip painful. Being quiet was already out the window and she cried out when he started thrusting into her again, over and over.

  “Did you ever fantasize about this? Me fucking you in your bed?” he was speaking loudly, sounding out of breath while he fucked her like he was angry at the whole goddamn world.

  “Yes, yes, god, so many time, yes,” she cried, her hands squeezing her breasts.

  “Did you fuck yourself while thinking about me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you still?”

  “All the time.”

  “Do you picture me when you're fucking him?”

  Her whole body started to shake, and she could feel the orgasm blossoming in her chest, causing her breasts to tighten up. It moved lower, finally meeting that point where his dick was burrowing its way to a new home inside of her. There her orgasm took root, coiling around her lower stomach, growing larger and hungrier.

  “Tell me,” Wulf whispered, leaning down close, crushing her hands and breasts under his chest. “Tell me who's the best for you. Tell me who makes you feel things you've never felt. Tell me who fucks you better. Tell me, Katya.”

  All his commands and demands hadn't worked on her. She had thought she could stand strong in his presence. She was wrong, though, and her own name was her undoing. She let out another sob as her entire body erupted in orgasm, clamping down on him so tight he actually hissed. She thought she was babbling incoherently, almost on the verge of tears as the orgasm consumed her, body and soul. It was causing every nerve ending to fire off and shut down. But as her body unclenched and he started moving again, so gentle as he pumped in and out, she could finally hear herself.

  “You. It's you, Wulf. Only you. Always you. Just you.”

  15

  Katya woke up with a start the next morning. She was completely under her sheet, her head covered and all. She struggled with it before finally pulling it away her face.

  The morning sun was coming through her windows. That perfect kind of light, where everything glows white, but isn't hot to the touch. She glanced at her end table, but her lamp and alarm clock were on the ground. When she looked up, the picture that usually hung over her bed was gone. It had fallen behind her headboard.

  Hmmm, might've gotten a little crazy last night …

  She glanced to her right and instantly, warmth spread across her chest. Wulf was asleep next to her. Hadn't he said he didn't like to spend the night with women? Maybe he'd meant only in his apartment. Either way, she didn't care. He'd never spent a full night with her before, and that's all that mattered.

  She sat up and took her time looking him over. God, what a body. He had such fair skin, especially contrasted with her own naturally tan skin, and almost no body fat. Just sleek muscles, long and lean, built from a lifetime lived in a pool. A pillow was covering his face, hiding a strong jaw and a sharp nose – even in repose, he had a tendency to look like he was glaring. Like he was ready to fire somebody. His face was just structured that way, but he was still gorgeous, with his thick brown hair softening the overall
look. His blue eyes were charming almost to a fault, and when he smiled, he could stop her dead in her tracks.

  She dropped her eyes lower, but a sheet was loosely draped low across his hips. Hair trailed low on his stomach, becoming thick before the fabric cut off her view. She glanced down at herself. She was still completely naked. Wulf was obviously naked – if the low sheet hadn't given it away, the massive morning erection he was sporting would've. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then turned and leaned over her bed. Grabbed at the alarm clock and picked it up.

  Almost six in the morning. She laid back down and stared at the ceiling for a second. Let memories from the night before wash over her. What a bad man, making her admit such horrible things. She felt like such a disloyal friend, and Liam had been so good to her. But the truth was the truth, and Wulf had dragged it from her screaming, traitorous, orgasmic body. And if she was still willing to be truthful, it had been hot. He'd been so demanding of her. So forceful. So out of control. Her ass was sore, her thighs were weak, and her scalp was still tingling. She loved it.

  Her teeth pressed down into her lip as she looked over his sleeping form. He rarely ever spent the whole night with women, he'd said. No one had ever looked at him like a Christmas present, he'd implied. She wanted to reinforce both of those things for him. Unwrap him, and show him how good the morning after could be.

  Katya slid across the mattress, turning as she met his side. He mumbled in his sleep, twitched once, but didn't wake up. She smiled and smoothed her hand across his chest. Paused over his heart for a moment. Then worked her way south, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock.

  He let out a deep sigh as she began pumping her hand up and down, oh so slowly. She smiled to herself and moved lower down on the bed, kissing along the side of his abs as she went. As she was trailing her tongue over the side of his hip bone, he finally moaned. Then she felt him, his hand was on the back of her head. Combing through her ratty hair.

  “Wow, Tocci, if I'd known you liked to wake up guests this way, I would've spent the night a lot sooner.”

  “Just being a good hostess.”

  She didn't give him time to make another smart ass comment – she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked hard, all while sweeping her tongue in a circle. He hissed and his fingers clenched tight for a second, then let go.

  “Goddamn. You've been holding out on me,” he panted. She let him go and chuckled, smoothing her hand over the sensitive head.

  “Don't get your hopes up, I'm not very good at this. I was hoping you'd sleep through most of it.”

  He laughed, then groaned again when she lowered her mouth back to his dick.

  She hadn't been lying – Katya had only given blow jobs a handful of times. As little as possible with her previous boyfriends. Hazy memories of her first night with Liam had come back to her over the last couple weeks, and she could remember him helping her go down on him; holding her head at the right angle, telling her what he liked, what he wanted. It wasn't much, but she was glad to try out her new techniques on Wulf.

  “Not great,” he grumbled through clenched teeth. “But pretty damn good, Tocci. Definitely something we can work with.”

  He let out a shout when she unsheathed her teeth, and he pulled at her hair again. But then they both moaned when she deep throated him. A talent she'd never known she'd possessed until recently, she was more than happy to share it with him – turned out Katya had a practically non-existent gag reflex. Lucky for Wulf.

  It wasn't long before her jaw was aching and her arms were tired. When his hand clenched in her hair once more, she moaned, encouraging him. That was all he needed – he took over after that, showing her the quickest way to make him come. He set the rhythm and the pace, forcing her down as low as she was able to go. Eventually, both his hands were in her hair and he was cursing her name, his hips pumping up to meet her mouth.

  “Fuck, Katya, you're gonna make me come.”

  Thank god. Sure, it made her feel all womanly and powerful, bringing him to his knees, reducing him to a puddle of orgasmic goo, all that good stuff. But she was also ready to take a break, and maybe a few full sized breaths. She purred around his dick, causing it to jump and twitch in her mouth. One hand was against his thigh, helping to keep her upright, and her other hand was wrapped around his length, moving in sync with her mouth, moving to play with his sac. She was prepared to swallow – it wasn't as awesome as porn stars made it out to be, but she would finish him like a champ.

  Turned out, though, Wulf had other plans.

  Just as she hollowed her cheeks, ready to push him over the edge, he suddenly yanked painfully on her hair. She let out a cry, which was thankfully muffled, but had to move with his grip. He pulled her up his length and while she was still gasping for air, he kissed her hard, filling the void with his tongue.

  Her hand was still on his dick, and his fingers wrapped around hers, both of them stroking him. He forced her to squeeze hard and when he bit down on her bottom lip, he finally came. She jumped a little as she was hit in the chest, but then his tongue was back in her mouth, his hand pumping up and down again, milking himself to the very last drop.

  “So much ...” he was panting. “So much for keeping things strictly PG in your parents' house.”

  Katya laughed, panting as well. His hand was still in her hair, keeping her forehead pressed to his own. She was kneeling between his legs, her hands on his thighs, and she let her eyes fall shut.

  “So, still think spending the night with a woman is such a bad thing?”

  “I never said it was.”

  “Do you ever admit when you're wrong?”

  “Has yet to happen. But I promise, I would if I ever was.”

  “Smart ass.”

  She wanted to kiss him again, but when she leaned forward, she went to brace her hand against his chest. Her palm landed in something sticky and she opened her eyes, looking down between them.

  “Messy, Wulf. I'm surprised,” she laughed at him. He chuckled and pulled her closer, kissing along the side of her neck.

  “I like seeing you covered in me,” he whispered in her ear. “Like a brand. Showing who you belong to.”

  Her body lit on fire at his words and she instantly regretted the blow job, wanting to fuck him right then and there.

  Luckily, Wulf was very good at knowing her wants and needs. Before she could even beg for it, he had her flat on her back, his tongue making her even wetter than she already was.

  A very impressive feat.

  *

  She woke up again later in the day, but that time, Katya didn't care what time it was. Every muscle in her body was completely relaxed, something she hadn't felt in … ever. She knew it was a lot later in the day, because the light streaming through her windows was distinctly more gold and the room was already heating up again. She really had to talk to her mom about fixing the air conditioning.

  She stretched her arms out to her sides and when she didn't encounter anything, she glanced to her left. Wulf wasn't there. She sighed and closed her eyes, raising her arms above her head. He'd stayed the night. They'd fallen asleep once wrapped around each other, and a second time with sheets clinging to sticky skin. She really could not have asked for a better night with him. She wondered if he'd gone back out the window, or if he'd braved going down the stairs. Wondered if she should call him, or wait for him to call her.

  She finally retrieved her phone from off the floor and scrolled through her messages. A couple were from her boss, with some questions from clients. Despite having a no-changing-your-mind-after-a-certain-point policy, people always wanted to push it. She sent the best answers she could give, and was on the verge of calling, but then remembered – she was on vacation. She'd scheduled this time for herself months in advance; she deserved it, and she'd earned it. She finally texted that she was busy, then moved onto her other messages.

  There was one from her new friend Candi-with-an-i, asking how she was liking the ne
w wardrobe, and more importantly, how Liam liked it. Which led Katya to look at his messages. They were mostly all asking how her sex life was doing without him, and if she missed him yet. She smiled and felt bad that she hadn't called him. Then she remembered the stuff she'd said the night before, and her smile fell away. She frowned and started dialing his number, suddenly desperate to talk to him, to explain how she felt. Before she could push the last button, though, her bedroom door burst open.

  “Mom!” she snapped, dropping the phone and scrambling to cover herself with some blankets. “You could knock!”

  “Why would I knock? I've seen it all before, Tocci,” Wulf chuckled as he kicked her door shut behind him. He walked over to the bed and held out a coffee mug. She didn't take it. Just gaped up at him.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked. He pulled the cup away and started drinking out of it.

  “I've finally fucked you stupid, I see. It's a problem I have, I should've warned you. We had sex last night, which happened in this bed – for the first time ever, apparently – and then we fell asleep, and then you woke me up with an inexperienced yet still incredible blow job, after which -” he prattled off their adventures from earlier that morning. Katya growled and smacked him in the chest.

  “Shut up, you know what I mean! I thought you'd left, gone home!”

  “Clearly, I didn't.”

  “Wait a minute,” she gasped, her eyes bouncing between his face and the coffee mug in his hand. “Wait a minute. Where were you, just now?”

  “The kitchen. If you tell me there's a coffee maker in here, I'll be pissed.”

  “No. No, no, no. What time is it?”

  “Almost noon.”

  Katya dropped her face into her hands, then peeked at him through her fingers. He was wearing his pants, thank god, but nothing else. No socks, no shoes, no shirt. His hair looked wild and crazy, as if someone had been pulling it all night.