Not My Neighbor: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  “Please Blake… I need it… Fuck me like you know I need it.”

  Opening her legs as wide as they’ll comfortably go, I can see what’s mine and I’m so fucking hard I have to use one hand to angle my cock towards its target.

  Both her hands reaching for me, making me gasp and grunt as her palms run the full surface of my swollen purple head. Precome oozing from me and dripping down onto her own shining essence.

  “Take me, Blake,” she breathes as our eyes lock. “Make me yours.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Krystal

  Like a pendulum, my emotions and mind swing from being so upset Blake’s been pretending to be our new neighbor all this time, to wanting him so bad it almost hurts.

  Until I feel him ready to enter me for the first time.

  My juices are flowing, and I can feel his own mixing with them, running down my thighs as I lift my knees and open myself wide enough so he can fit between them.

  I can see why he’d need a thicker girl. The skinny Barbie type would snap in half with a real man like Blake between her legs.

  Even though I’m small compared to him, we make a perfect fit. His huge, muscled hardness against my soft, smooth thickness.

  I daren’t take my eyes off him as his lock on mine. We both know that despite all the drama and interruptions. This is what we’ve both wanted all along.

  I’ve surprised myself, begging him to fuck me with language I’ve never even thought to myself let alone said out loud until meeting Blake.

  Until this moment, needing him inside me so much. Knowing that all those years of wondering and worrying if I would ever be good enough for any man has only been waiting for the most perfect man.

  Blake Mason. A real man.

  Finally, I’m reduced to a whisper, telling him to claim what we both know is his.

  He’s so gentle, so tender with me. Even though it’s been up and down to get here, I feel him guiding himself into me just a little at a time. My eyes are instantly wide as it registers just how much of a man Blake is.

  Biting my lip and gasping I feel even more turned on when I hear his own groans of pleasure as he slowly but surely keeps his promise.

  Filling me up to the hilt, with only a slight pain before I feel the pressure give way inside, telling me I’m not a girl anymore.

  I’m a woman and Blake’s about to give me what every woman wants.

  If having his mouth down there was heaven, then this is interstellar, outer freaking space.

  I reach for him, not able to grab a hold of enough of him as he starts to work his way in and out of my tight channel, stretched to its limit as I discover how good it is that I can grip him and relax at just the right moment, making him growl with even more satisfaction.

  “I’ve wanted to be inside you since I first saw you,” he groans, jerking his whole body for a second and flexing inside me, his breath as rapid as mine.

  Both of us discovering new things about ourselves as well as each other with each movement.

  Being so new to all this, and more than just a little tight, it takes some time before I get to the point where Blake can give me the dicking I know he’s been itching to dish out.

  Once I realize that I like him hard and fast as much as I need him slow and gentle, the closer I get to feel my own climax build the choice is an easy one.

  And Blake can feel me from the inside as well as read me from the outside, knowing just how to hold me, where to touch me and how to move inside me.

  It feels like the more he’s filling me, in and out, the more I want him.

  The more I want this.

  I can’t believe we wasted so much time doing anything else. Although something tells me this is what Blake’s been hinting at the whole time we’ve known each other.

  I forgive him for impersonating the neighbor and feel relieved in a way that he isn’t our neighbor.

  It makes doing this so much easier.

  His huge hands grip my hips and with no real effort, he lifts me off the bed, pumping me full of him as my thighs slap against his.

  I can see his jaw clench as my eyes start to go out of focus, rolling back in my head and I know we’re both so close.

  “Fuck me, Blake… Fill… Me…” I stammer with each thrust of his huge cock into my drenched hole.

  Just when I think I can’t take another second without losing control, Blake’s grip on me tightens and he rolls onto his back.

  Each of my legs is on either side of him, and his thick cock is driven straight up into me, finding a place I never knew existed and a feeling I never thought could be so intense.

  “Oh god!” I exclaim, smiling and then whining like an animal.

  A wild beast trapped in the best possible way, knowing the only possible release is through our own making.

  He growls deeply, both hands gripping my chest and kneading my nipples between his fingers until I’m done.

  I can’t hold it and feeling his cock swell to an even thicker size inside me, I know he can’t either.

  “Come for me, Krystal,” he gasps. “Come on my cock…” he groans.

  I feel my whole body shudder. The grip my pussy has on his cock quivers in time with the pulsing climax that runs like a current through both of us.

  My swollen clit pressed into his hard body feels like a trigger being pulled with each micro-movement, setting it off all over again.

  Over and over I can hear myself calling out his name, his strong hands gripping my body but it won’t stop it from coming.

  I curse and swear in disbelief and he growls like a beast who’s finally snatched his prize.

  He’s claimed me good and proper and I know that like his kisses, each time he touches me, each time he draws another climax from me it’ll be better and better.

  More intense and more powerful, like the man himself.

  It’s sometime before our shared climax even begins to subside, with Blake’s huge body jerking and twitching as much as mine until we both collapse, exhausted into each other’s arms.

  A ball of satisfied and very spent, pent-up emotion and primal animal instinct.

  All fused into a perfect knot that’s the new us.

  Together at last, and I know each of us feels the same way, not wanting any of this to be over. Knowing that it’s really only just started, and will last forever.

  Our aftershocks gradually slow to smiles and little giggles.

  Blake traces his huge fingers over my body, giving me new shivers and tingles as I cling to his, craving his warmth and his strength against me.

  Our naked skin-on-skin contact is as intimate and as special as when he was thrusting his manhood inside me.

  Like a calm sea after a thrilling storm, we’re both contents to just float in this afterglow.

  A feeling I could never describe, only share and it would be impossible for me to share it with anyone else.

  “Better?” I finally ask him, looking up and noticing his look of supreme satisfaction.

  Like he’s won the lottery of life, knowing he’s aced every single thing he’s put his mind and his body to.

  He growls gently, pulling me closer and covering us both with the bedsheets, which I notice are in total disarray.

  I struggle to remember if the bed was even made when we came in, but a part of me knows it was.

  Aside from being relieved, he’s not my neighbor at all, I feel a new excitement brewing.

  The idea of getting to know Blake all over again, as Blake Mason, not my neighbor.

  I think back, smiling over all the misunderstandings of the past couple of days.

  A lot of the time it wasn’t what Blake said at all, it was just circumstance and my own belief that made me think he had to be the editor of some magazine.

  It’s kind of a relief too because I really struggled with that one. I just can’t see Blake having anything to do with a magazine apart from maybe thumbing it in a waiting room somewhere.

  He’s content to just
lay back, holding me. Knowing I’m his now, and I think he eventually dozes off for a bit.

  Confirming what I suspected all along, that he’d sat up all last night watching over my house as I slept. The only way he could have caught that yard guy so early in the morning.

  My thoughts slowly turn to home and my dad as I squeeze myself closer to Blake.

  He makes me feel so safe, so warm.

  Like nothing could touch us now or ever. Not even my cranky dad once he finds out what’s been going on under his own roof.

  But I could safely say we never had sex under his roof. No way.

  That special moment was in the Presidential Suite of the most expensive hotel in town, no less.

  It isn’t long though before the sound and feel of his sleepy breathing against my body has the same effect on me.

  Both of us sliding deeper into each other. The dream we’ll both share from now on in waking life, but for now, lived out together as we sleep in each other’s arms.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Blake

  I sleep and so does Krystal, but I wake up long before she does.

  I figure she’ll be out for a while yet if the smile playing on her lips is anything to go by.

  I lay with her wrapped around me for hours, just staring at her, tracing her hair back from her face whenever she shifts in her sleep. Content for the first time in my life.

  The one thing I’ve ever wanted that actually made me feel complete, whole again.

  Everything else is just ‘stuff’. It comes and goes, meaningless because it isn’t what counts.

  I only slide out of our bed when a call from nature comes. And I notice the huge tub in the ensuite, begging to be put to use.

  Slipping into one of the hotel’s monogrammed robes which I’m surprised actually covers most of me, I call down for room service.

  As many red roses as they can muster, and enough food to maybe, just maybe quench my appetite.

  It’s been a day of appetites, with only one of mine even partially filled for now.

  I need food and I need time.

  More time to show Krystal just how special she is and just how amazing our lives will be from now on.

  The weight of pretending to be her neighbor has lifted, but I’ll never forget the trouble it caused and vow once again to never tell Krystal anything but the truth, even if it’s not what she might want to hear.

  No more secrets between us. Not ever.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Krystal

  Feeling the empty bed next to me sees me waking with a start, almost convinced I might have dreamed the whole thing if it wasn’t for the delicious tenderness I feel between my legs.

  A reminder I can’t ignore as I smile. Content as the memory floods my mind again.

  Blake’s eyes as he filled me. His expression once we climaxed together. The sensation of his hard body underneath mine.

  But where is he?

  The sound of a running bath and the scent of roses gives me a hint and mewing a little as I stretch before rolling onto my side, I sense a surprise coming.

  The wide lane of fresh rose petals starting at my side of the bed, leading to a steaming and open bathroom door gives me a clue.

  Without even trying to hide any of my nakedness, I slide out of bed, trembling with excitement and just a little cold after the warmth of Blake’s huge arms around me for so long.

  Following the sounds and scents, I find him perched on the edge of the biggest tub I’ve ever seen.

  In keeping with the décor of the suite, it’s an old claw footed tub, standing a good three and a half feet high and more than twice that long.

  There are bubbles piled up over the rim, giving it the appearance of a giant ice cream soda.

  The cherry on top is Blake, grinning as he scans my body with hungry eyes.

  “The water’s just right,” he tells me, running his hand through it before standing up and tracing the same hand down my front so I can feel just how warm it is.

  I watch with a gasp as the front of his white robe shifts, showing me he’s more than happy to see me.

  “I ran you a bath,” he remarks, stating the obvious.

  “And bought flowers,” I observe, noticing bunch after bunch of red roses filling the bathroom as well as the whole suite.

  There’s another scent too, one that sets my belly growling. Food.

  Delicious, hot, everything I always tell myself I’m not supposed to eat.

  And without even asking I know that while I’ve slept, Blake’s been busy getting everything just perfect for when I wake up.

  “I’m not getting in there by myself, am I?” I ask, remembering I can’t swim. It really is a huge tub.

  “I’ll be right there,” he murmurs, kissing me on the lips before taking my hand, and easing me into the perfectly warm water.

  Not too hot and not too cold, just right with enough heat to see us through for a while yet.

  “I’ll just grab us something to eat while you soak,” he tells me, making his way from the bathroom out into the monster suite as I let myself sink back, never having felt so relaxed in my whole life.

  There’s a ring of a bell, and Blake calls out that he’ll answer it.

  A hotel suite with a doorbell. I wonder what else he’s ordered up to surprise me with.

  It might be our clothes finally here, or some more food? Ah, who knows where Blake’s concerned. He’s a magician.

  A wizard and I’m truly under his spell.

  But lazing back into the tub, even before I hear the other voice, I sense something’s wrong.

  I sit up suddenly, water sloshing over the sides and splashing on the black and white tiled floor noisily. A scented candle snuffing itself as if it too knows that something’s happened to intrude on the moment.

  “…I’m sorry Mr. Mason we did try to stop him. Security’s on the way up…”

  What the...

  Then I hear it.

  My dad’s voice.

  There are the sounds of a scuffle and I stifle a scream when I hear furniture being knocked over, the sound of heavy porcelain being broken.

  “Where is she you son of a bitch!” My dad snarls, followed by more scuffling and what sounds like hotel staff restraining him.

  Blake hasn’t made a sound so far, and that’s what sees me up and out of the tub in a second. Drying myself and finding a robe I make my way out.

  Stopping him from doing anything he’ll regret. My dad that is.

  I’m not worried about Blake, only what he might do if he’s forced to defend himself or pushed too far.

  “Where is she?” My dad roars again. “Who the fuck are you, you swine. I’ll see you behind bars after I’ve finished with you...”

  I peek around the bathroom door frame and make my way to the bedroom door, peeking out again before I see Blake, standing firm with his hands by his sides, curling his fingers ready to make a fist or two if need be.

  There are a couple of hotel staff pulling my dad back out through the suite’s main entrance. Someone who must be the manager is there too, apologizing to Blake as they drag my dad out of the room.

  Blake spots me, motioning me to join him which I do.

  Before I reach him though I make eye contact with my dad. He scans the matching robes Blake and I have on, joins some dots in his mind and his face falls.

  He crumples, with all his rage and bravado gone, and he calls out my name.

  More of a croak. “Krystal? Krystal. Tell me what’s happened. Where’s Nate? Who the hell is this guy and why aren’t you dressed?”

  He seems to recover some of his authority as he fires question after question, but it’s Blake who has all the answers he wants not me.

  Blake motions for the puffing staff to let him go, holding both his palms facing my dad.

  “Now, take it easy Jack. No more jumping around or you’ll hurt yourself,” he says with a deep, commanding tone.

  My dad looks taken aback, seeming to re
cognize something about Blake, but his head is shaking so hard from side to side he has to put his hands to his temples to stop it.

  “I think I’ll take it from here,” Blake murmurs again to the staff and manager, letting them know to leave the upturned table and broken vase.

  “We’ll settle that later. Put it on the bill,” he says knowingly.

  In a moment, it’s just the three of us, and guiding my dad by his arm, Blake sits him down on a stately looking couch and sits opposite, leaning forward a little so as to come down to his level as he speaks.

  “I’m Blake Mason,” he tells my dad. “Krystal mistook me for your neighbor at the airport and I—” he starts to explain, but my dad laughs loudly over him.

  Almost hysterically.

  Uncontrollably.

  “You mistook him for Nate Macy?” My dad scoffs in my direction, still not wanting to even look me in the eye, only noting the matching bathrobes again, and taking in the score of roses filling the room before he puts his head in his hands again.

  Blake clears his throat a little before continuing.

  “I shouldn’t have, but I went along with the misunderstanding, and once it was clear that Mr. Macy wasn’t home… Well, I realized that it would be more awkward than anything if I didn’t tell Krystal, considering the feelings I have for her,” he says, giving me a loving look.

  “Feelings?” my dad cries out. “Feelings for my daughter after one fucking day of impersonating somebody else? You are cracked, buddy and this is a matter for the police!” he shouts.

  Blake’s face is stone.

  “In case the pair of you didn’t know, Nate Macy has been reported missing. I’m sure there are a few boys in blue who’d like very much to hear your so-called ‘misunderstanding,’” he scoffs again.

  “Come on, Krystal. I’m taking you home,” Dad clips, but I’m not moving.

  I’m not going anywhere.

  “How did you get here?” Blake asks calmly. “Not how did you get in here, that’s obvious. But how did you get here?” he asks again seeming genuinely puzzled.

  Ignoring my dad’s order for me to come home as much as I have.