Sex Every Day, Volume 1: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  When our AC told us to go fuck ourselves that September, I was “go to Kroger and get a pint of ice cream and shovel the entire thing in my mouth while sitting in the closet alone” miserable. I called Heat Relief three times, but the jerks in the office wouldn't call me back. I suppose they were only kidding about our warranty.

  By 11:00 a.m., I was calling Adam for the fourth time, swearing I’d sleep in the basement freezer by myself if he didn’t get someone to look at the AC. He said he’d figure something out, and hung up, agitated. I felt bad for calling so many times, but he had a tendency to forget things that weren’t his problem.

  He called back 10 minutes later, letting me know that Gabe, our next-door neighbor — an electrician — was on his way to take a look at the unit.

  I nearly shrieked with relief. Said thanks, promised Adam head, and hung up the phone.

  Finally!

  I never liked Gabe, but was grateful he knew his way around an AC. He’d moved into our neighborhood the previous summer. He had a motorcycle that sounded like Saving Private Ryan and insisted on riding it every weekend, ridiculously early. He also worked in his yard with his shirt off, and was jacked like fucking Wolverine, which pissed me off since I don’t like getting the tingles from guys I don’t like.

  I was always neighborly, of course, and would wave to Gabe whenever I saw him working one of his two Chevys in the driveway, when taking the kids to school, or when coming home, but he was always distant and sort of awkwardly waved before going back to whatever he was doing.

  He made me nervous, especially since I’d caught him staring at me on more than one occasion, when I had my tits wrapped a little tighter. I never thought too much about it since it wasn’t like I was looking. I’m happily married, and yeah, we may not rattle the headboard like we did once upon a time, and are inches away from scheduling sex, but who isn’t after ten years, two kids, and a pile of bills you can’t help but think about, even when you’re banging your husband?

  Still, the cravings do come, and when they do I get sticky in a hurry, whether Adam’s around me or not.

  That day, maybe it was the heat, the fact that I was nearly wearing my birthday suit, or that Wolverine was on his way over, but I found myself nursing a slippery pussy and wanting to dig in. I was unwilling to start for fear of Gabe knocking while I was knuckle-deep and panting. It wasn’t like he had a long drive and traffic to deal with.

  I was wondering how quickly I could make myself cum when he rang the doorbell. I looked up from my workspace — a spot at the kitchen bar — and saw Gabe standing in the doorway, wearing a tool belt and an awkward smile. I suddenly felt silly, not wearing anything but a bikini top and a pair of running shorts so short they may as well have been panties.

  I smiled brightly, thanked Gabe profusely for taking time out of his day to come and look at our air conditioning, and invited him inside. He looked me up and down, his eyes serious.

  I was already wet, and his milk chocolate eyes melting all over made me wetter.

  “Where’s the AC?” he asked in a half-rasp.

  “Over here.” I waved my arm and led him to the faux closet, just off of the living room, built to house the central air unit. Since I now had as much heat inside my body as I did outside it, I couldn’t stand to be near him. I returned to my computer, not that I thought I could work, but to maybe distract myself from his lingering sideways gaze.

  Even knowing he was eyeing me with his peripheral vision, I eventually managed to find my groove, and was minutes from emailing a spreadsheet when Gabe called my name from the living room.

  “Yeah?” I called back, turning from the screen and peeking around the corner to see what he needed.

  Holy shit.

  That moment I learned the true meaning of lust.

  I loved my husband, but in the eleven years I’d known Adam, he had never once made me want to roll on the floor and do whatever he wanted. One look at the gorgeous creature drenched in sweat and standing a few feet away had me ready and willing to whimper yes to anything.

  Gabe stood half inside the closet, shirtless. His muscles bulged from his one visible arm — real muscle, like a fireman, not a bodybuilder. A sexy sheen of sweat practically shimmered from the light fuzz on his rippling chest, and lightly dripped from the tattoo I’d never noticed — probably military, maybe Marine Corps.

  Gabe held out some tiny piece of electronics, once attached to the central unit. His sorta-smile immediately told me something was wrong.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “I’m stuck.” He shook his head, his expression trapped somewhere between laugh and scowl.

  I giggled, more out of nervousness than the humor, looking at his arm, buried half-inside the large unit. I took the piece from his hand and set it on the end table.

  “Need help getting unstuck?” I asked,

  “I might,” he said, studying his limb. “If you could come hold this little door open, I think I could slide it right out.”

  I stepped over and had to shimmy my way in between him and the door. Our sweaty, sticky bodies slid together, and I tried not to look at him as I reached around his heaving frame to hold the tiny door open. His arm slid out of the opening easily with both of us holding the bottom and top.

  My body was on fire. To my credit, I tried to get away as quickly as I could, but as I was shimmying out the way I came in, Gabe’s arm snapped up against the door and he leaned in to kiss me.

  Maybe I was caught off guard, or simply wasn’t willing to go through the rest of my life not knowing what it would feel like to be kissed by this gorgeous hunk of a man.

  I didn’t stop him.

  It was a long, hard kiss; the kind that lingers too long, even after four lips have parted. I stared at Gabe, my eyes both hungry and vacant as he ripped his lips from mine.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I moved in next door,” he said, desire plain in his voice.

  I could only stand, lightly swaying in a daze, almost numb until my fingers found his lips. I traced their outline while I stared into his chocolate eyes, which had lost their milk and were now nearly black, and mirrored my desire.

  The reflection was terrifying, and I desperately wanted to turn my gaze, but my eyes wouldn’t obey. Instead, they studied his face: hard, as if chiseled by an artist from stone.

  Gabe took my hesitation as a sign.

  I didn’t know whether to scream and fall back because I knew this was wrong, or lean in and kiss him. His large right hand snaked around to the back of my ass as he set his left gently on the naked skin at my waist. He pulled me toward him, his breath quick and hot against my mouth as he drew me closer.

  “I’m married,” I whispered.

  “I know,” he whispered back, closing in on my mouth.

  Even though I knew it was wrong, I did nothing to stop him. His hands brushed my neck and slipped around to my back. I laid my head against the door and he pulled me closer toward him. I tried to harness my guilt and will myself to push him away, but my lips wouldn’t listen, parting just in time to greet his hungry mouth. His tongue slipped past my lips and gently stroked my tongue and cheeks.

  His second kiss made the first feel like it came from my brother.

  His tongue fucked my mouth, and as I met his hunger with an inferno of my own; it was kerosene on fire. My desire, fueled by a lack of passion for far too long, burned like a smoldering ember in my stomach’s basin, smoking down to my soaking wet slit and turning control to vapor.

  It was years since I’d been kissed like that, and Gabe showed no signs of stopping. His touch reverberated through my body, sending me into temporary insanity. I twisted my fingers up into his unruly curls and smashed my body against his. A moan escaped my mouth as his fingers sunk, then clawed into my skin.

  His strong hands slithered up my back to the thin strings of my bikini top, tied in bows, then pulled and sent the fabric pooling to the floor.

  I gasped at the sensation of h
is rough fingertips on my bare tits. He squeezed one, then the other, before rolling an erect nipple between his forefinger and thumb. His touch brayed through my body like a silent trumpet, sending vibrations to places I didn’t know anyone but Adam could reach.

  It was odd, this strange man touching me in such an intimate way. His devilish grazing sent chills slithering up and down my spine.

  Could a touch so foreign deliver its promise?

  As his hand skidded down my sweat-soaked body, I felt my sex growing heavy. I craved touch from the demon who had raged into my life, space, and would soon rage into the very center of me.

  Sudden aggression swallowed my thoughts and charged my indecency. I slapped his hand from my wanting skin.

  It was my turn.

  This was my house, and he had no right to storm in and do as he pleased. The dark passion hooding his eyes snapped to confusion, then melted into playfulness.

  This was what Gabe wanted; the chase, and thrill of pursuit.

  His hands quickly recovered from their banishment and returned to grab my offending hand before capturing the other. He felt like a giant, and I like a flea with my wrists in his palm.

  He slammed me against the wall, wanting me to know he was dominant and that, yeah, I could fight, but I’d already shown him I wanted him as much as he wanted me. After slamming into the wall, his free hand caressed my face, knuckles rubbing roughly against the smooth skin.

  “Playing hard-to-get will get you nowhere,” he said, the rasp now gone, his deep voice booming in an echo against the walls. “I’ve seen your eyes; you can’t hide from me. I’m already inside.”

  I stayed quiet, my heavy breathing and the ticking coo-coo-clock now the only sounds in the house. Silence was thunder in my eardrums; I feared they were seconds from bursting.

  Our eyes locked, his back to their passionate black as his head dipped to my chest. His teeth locked onto one of my hard nipples as his free hand tore at the other’s flesh.

  I sucked air through my teeth and pressed my head against the wall. Pleasure and pain shot from my tits and into my brain as I closed my eyes and watched a million colors dance beneath my lids.

  Trapped breath seeped through my slightly-parted lips as his tongue swirled in delightful circles around my erect buds. Wetness dripped from pussy as he pressed his leg between mine.

  His knee found my groin and forced a throaty moan from my mouth.

  I had no control. Over him, or myself.

  I felt only the pleasure of his tongue and his warm leg pressed against the soaked seam of my gym shorts. He released his grip on my nipples and hooked his fingers inside my elastic waistband. His touch almost hurt against my over-swollen, overheated clit.

  A sudden jolt slammed into my brain as he squeezed hard on my soaking folds, slippery under his fingers. My eyes popped open to find him staring back, his smile as starving as it was evil.

  He landed a hard kiss on my lips, then let go of my wrists and strung a trail of kisses down my chest, teasing each nipple on his way down. He slid the shorts over my ass, then down around my ankles, looking up at me and cocking an eyebrow at my lack of panties — or maybe the sticky juices coating me, cunt to ass and everywhere around my inner thighs. Or maybe both.

  His warm lips swallowed my hot clit as his hands spread my legs wider. I gripped the veneer stone wall as his teeth lightly scraped my tender flesh. His tongue whipped in small circles around my humming nub.

  I screamed in harmony with the symphony in my head.

  Gabe stayed for long moments, swishing his tongue in a mixture of his saliva and my arousal, until he limboed beneath me and plunged his tongue deep inside my tight hole.

  I could no longer hold my eruption.

  My knees weakened, shaking beneath the rest of my body. Earth shattering tremors tore through every muscle as my legs threatened to surrender my weight.

  I felt the fake rock digging into my back, adding to the earthquake in my stomach. As eruptions settled into smaller quakes, Gabe rose to his feet and spun me to the wall.

  Seconds later, my feet left the floor as he rammed his giant cock through my soaked opening. Each thrust sent me slamming into the rough wall, mixing pain with unimaginable pleasure. The atmosphere was alive as crazed static crackled between us. His hard cock slammed inside me with another four rock-hard, mind-blowing thrusts before he surrendered his release, pressing himself to the hilt, long and hard on his final thrust, sending his seed into a splatter inside me.

  Gabe stayed, pressed hard against my ass for a long moment before slowly sliding his drained cock from my pussy. I all but fell to the floor in exhaustion from the unfamiliar work as I stared up at him through my eyelashes. He stared back, tucking his dick back into his trousers. He grinned as if the sight of me on the floor, panting beneath him, was a prize he had longed to win.

  “I’ll order the part today. Should be in by Tuesday,” he said, then turned with no further words, grabbed his tool belt, and walked out the door.

  I sat on the floor, mouth gaping, trying to process what had happened.

  Something silver caught my eye — two wrenches lying on the carpeted floor. I almost called out, but stopped the words before they fled my mouth. I imagined he would need them for work in the morning. Of course I’d give them back, but only as payment for what I now wanted more than anything else.

  My own devilish grin spread from one ear to the other.

  My days are still often filled with monotony; the difference is they’re now often broken by mysterious electrical problems that can never seem to get fixed.

  About the Author

  Hi, I’m Lexi!

  I write sexy stories about people who know what they want and aren’t afraid to reach out and take it.

  I think that most books would have erotic elements if more writers were willing to tell the truth, and I’m not afraid to let the camera roll in the intimate places where other authors would yell “cut.”

  I believe that sexy stories allow us to learn more about ourselves, and see how sex and intimacy fit into our world—so I write those stories and then share them with you.

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