Tall, Dark and Handsome Neighbor: A Friends to Lovers Romance

by Lauren Wood

  She laid back down and this time her head was about to come in contact with the hard length I’d been harboring through all of the movie. Betty must have touched it and realized what she was doing, because she made an ‘oh’ sound and then she shifted her head a little further away. She wasn’t in contact with it anymore. She was instead brushing up against it as she fidgeted. Betty was fidgeting more, and several times, her skin rubbed up against me.

  I had to fight the urges that would tell me what she wanted. I didn’t believe them, especially knowing that it wasn’t what I thought. Betty was innocent. She didn’t know what she was doing.

  And then she rubbed against me again, this time in the guise of fixing those long strands in between her fingers. I gasped and she looked up at me.

  “You like to torture, don’t you?”

  She looked like she didn’t know what I was talking about. I found that hard to believe. Betty had a lot of power and it was hard for me to think she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

  “How am I torturing you?”

  Existing.

  I couldn’t say that though, the truth.

  “You keep rubbing up against the hard parts of me, Betty. You can’t tell?”

  She looked toward the screen for several moments. “Is that what that is? I thought that maybe you had something in your pockets.”

  Again, she rubbed up against me and then commented that it wasn’t really hard.

  “I beg to differ. It is so damn hard, that I think I am going to burst.”

  Betty grabbed it then, not anything close to being called anything else. Her hand was over the half that she could reach, the fabric stopping her from getting her hand all the way around it.

  “It’s not like hard, hard. I bet it feels smooth. That’s what it feels like when I touch it.”

  “I’d never had such a casual conversation about my manhood before, and it was rather strange. I couldn’t think to make anything intelligible. Her hand was on my cock now, rubbing it up and down, while I felt like I was practicing breathing in birth all of a sudden.

  “Fuck.”

  She pulled her hand a way and since Betty was almost sitting up again, she leaned a bit away from me.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you would like that.”

  I explicitly told her that she didn’t hurt me at all. It wasn’t anything she had done, but what she hadn’t done. The yearning in me was strong, extreme even, and my body was shaking.

  “It just felt really good. If you want to know what it feels like, you’re more than welcome to see. Just know that I’m probably going to make some similar sounds.”

  She giggled and told me that she did want to touch it. The next thing I know, her hands are back, playing in between my legs, unzipping and releasing the part of me that was calling to her anyway.

  I looked over at Betty and her attention was on my cock. She was holding it so softly, like she was going to hurt it and I assured her that it could take a beating. I squeezed it a bit, turning the tip purple, to demonstrate that to her.

  The next thing I know, she is taking my meat in both hands and rubbing it in new ways, testing it.

  “There is something coming out of the tip.”

  I looked down and could see the precum that was oozing out of the top. I was so turned on, it was no real surprise to me.

  “Just my desires for you.”

  She was shocked and asked if she had done it.

  “You really don’t know much about this at all, do you?”

  Betty agreed. “This is the first time I’ve seen one of these close up. Definitely the first time I have touched one.”

  “And?”

  I was asking her basically what she thought of it. I was afraid of the answer and hoped that it was received well.

  She bent her head down and licked the top of it suddenly. I sucked in air quickly and Betty looked at me confused. “Did that hurt?”

  I agreed and she moved away. I wanted to punch myself for answering so stupidly. How hard would it have been to guide her back downward?

  “That thing is really sensitive. I hear the balls are even worse. How can you walk around with them?”

  I hadn’t ever thought about it like that. “It’s usually not so bad. I’ve just been in need for a while and it takes a toll after several days.”

  Her eyes sped away. “I see.”

  “Do you want me to make you feel good, like you did for me?”

  Yes. Please. I needed it.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  She waved me off and told me that it was. Her head was down in between my legs again, her lips were wrapping around my shaft and my eyes closed. There was no stopping her, but to be fair, I wasn’t putting up much of a fight.

  23

  Betty

  The taste was curious, but that wasn’t what made me enjoy taking him into my mouth. It was the way he reacted, practically shouting a moan at me. It startled me at first, surging deeper into my throat, but soon I was getting used to the feel of him and I wanted more.

  He was large, and my lips were stretched, trying to get him all the way in. I quickly realized, as I got to my throat’s physical limit and there was much more of him left, that taking all of him felt like a fool’s errand.

  “Oh my God! You have got to stop this, Betty!”

  I pulled him out of my mouth for a moment, liking the popping sound that comes from it. I also liked to see the strings of his pleasure still on my lips.

  “You really want me to stop? I don’t think you do. I think that you are feeling like I was that one day and you should just go with it. I want to make you come.”

  He whimpered and I was sure that he was going to say no. Nick didn’t, though. Instead he surged back upwards, closer to my lips and pushed his way through. It caught me off guard, and the limits that I thought were set in stone, were not. I was taking almost all of him by two strokes in, something I’d previously thought was impossible. It wasn’t. Now breathing in the midst of it all, that was something different.

  Nick must have known, because just when I thought I was going to lose it, he pulled free and I was left gasping for air. I only got a free few moments of it before I was sunk back down onto him.

  A few more short bursts and the flavor was overwhelming my senses, as was the hot and stickiness coming out of the head. It was so far down my throat, that I choked a little bit, sputtering as I pulled free of his iron-clad grip.

  He apologized, but I could tell that it had felt good to him. It wasn’t like it was bad, just surprising. I liked how he was so calm suddenly, his face showing a youthful glow that I hadn’t seen before. I loved how I had made him feel so good and so help me, I wanted more.

  Nick had other plans, though. He was covering up and putting his arm around me, talking about the rest of the movie. I was in shock on that. I thought that… well I thought that it would turn into something else. My words hadn’t given away any idea that I wanted more, but I thought he would know.

  Now I was raging with desires that were unfulfilled and the serene look on his face made me jealous. I knew that look, I’d felt that good before, and I wanted to feel that good again.

  I was leaned up against him, his arm around me. The movie was finally playing the credits and I knew that it was one that I would have to watch again. I hadn’t really seen but a few minutes of it and I had no idea what was going on in it. It was not a priority.

  Nick was and when I looked over to see what he wanted to do next, I realized that he was asleep. His breathing was even, and I should have known. I’d been too afraid to say anything and now it was too late.

  I was frustrated beyond measure now. I was throbbing hard in between my legs, desperately in need of something else. I wanted him so badly, and I didn’t know if I had the courage to wake him up.

  What would I say? Could I really just come right out and say it? Could I really ask for him to make love to me, something that
I’d wanted to do for days?

  I knew that I couldn’t. I wanted to, really I did. Anything that would have given me that one last piece of this whole thing. I’d learned so much from him, but I wanted to learn more. Needed to.

  My attention was back on his crotch and I moved back the blanket. His pants weren’t all the way zipped up, but the part of him I needed was stuffed back inside of their confines. I wanted it free and hard. I wanted it to be so hard and full of desire, that it would wake him up, he would ravish me, and I would finally get this wondering and mystery out of my life for good.

  That was the thought that spurred me on. It was the promise of pleasure that I knew was at the end of all of it. He was going to make me feel just as good as he had before, I just knew it. Maybe even better, once I got over the hard part.

  Without making any noise and trying hard not to mess with him too much, I pulled him free of his confines and waited for him to make some kind of noise to tell me that he was awake. Then, I wouldn’t have to do any of this, I could just touch him and hopefully he would know that I wanted to play some more.

  His meat was smaller than before and it didn’t look at all like it had. I touched it, just to see what it felt like and I swear it tried to jump into my hand. It definitely moved when I touched it, and I was weirded out in a whole new way. It was like it had a mind of its own.

  It was also growing at a rapid rate and I was back to wanting to take him back into my mouth. I enjoyed the way it had felt rubbing against my lips. I also knew that I would get him to grow and I wanted it as big as before, so that it would be ready, like I was ready.

  Before I could touch my tongue to the tip, he was making a few sounds and I looked up, afraid that he was awake, but his face was full of peace that I knew he wasn’t. When I put him in between my lips, the expression changed and I wondered how long I could taste him this way, before he was spewing that stuff into my mouth again. I wanted him inside of me this time, which meant I couldn’t let that happen.

  I heard him curse and I sucked a little harder before he pulled me off of him. “You’re killing me, Betty. What are you doing?”

  I wiped my mouth and told him that I wanted him.

  “You want to suck on me again? I mean, I don’t get it, but who am I to stand in your way.”

  “No, I uh, want us to be together in other ways.”

  He was still half asleep, and I doubt that he knew what I was talking about. I thought it was clear, but then again, it wouldn’t be the first time that I was wrong about something like that.

  The cobwebs seemed to be coming out quickly and before he could really think too much, I sucked on him for another moment, before popping off and standing up, taking off my clothes.

  I leaned down, pulling off the last of it, my panties, and I walked back over to him. It was only a few feet, but it felt like a mile. It was the longest few feet that I’d ever gone in my whole life.

  I started to get on his lap, straddling him, but before I could settle down, he stopped me.

  “No, Betty, not this way. Not if this is your first time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He got up and kissed me, pulling me in close.

  “I mean, that if we are going to do this, you’re going to have to let me do this the right way. Nothing else will do.”

  “So, what do you want me to do?”

  “Come with me to bed, Betty. I want you in a proper bed, with the proper time, and you ready for it.”

  I assured him that I was already there, but he insisted that if I wasn’t dripping a river, it wasn’t enough.

  I wasn’t even ready to unpack all of that, so I just nodded my head. What else was I supposed to do?

  Thinking he was going to take my hand again, I waited a split second and the next thing I know, I am in his arms and he is carrying me off to bed.

  24

  Nick

  She felt warm in my arms, and that could possibly be from the fact that she was burning up with desire. Her eyes were practically closed, the lids wobbling open only slightly. She also squirmed several times.

  It felt right, and it wasn’t just because I’d woken up in her mouth, while she tried to work on what was going on between us. I wasn’t sure, but now I knew what I wanted it to be. When we got to the bedroom and I laid her down on the bed, it felt official. She was mine now and I wasn’t going to let her go, until I’d had my fill. I didn’t know how long that was going to take.

  Betty was already naked, and I couldn’t help standing there at the edge of the bed for several moments, trying my best to get all of my attention on her. I wanted to memorize every last bit of her, just so I could close my eyes later and see her in my mind. This was an experience that I wanted to relive for a long time to come. That much I knew for sure.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Memorizing every delicious inch of you.”

  “Well, stop, or I am going to cover up.”

  “Don’t worry, Betty, soon you aren’t going to worry about any of that.”

  I didn’t believe that she knew what she was talking about. She had no more choices, now that she had stripped and given me the go ahead. I was going to get her to do my bidding. All I had to do was ask, because she wanted it just as badly as I did.

  Taking my clothes off, our eyes were locked and she made a sound. She was looking where she wasn’t supposed to and when I said something about staring she just shrugged. “I can’t help it. You’re, um, just so hard everywhere.”

  Her eyes were taking it all in and my hand moved to the hard length that was dying for her. That’s where I wanted her attention, because that’s what needed to happen next. I was done with just kisses and sucking. It wasn’t enough. I had come and it had felt amazing. But I wanted to be inside of her.

  “Wait until I get inside of you.”

  She shivered and then I moved towards her.

  “I need to make sure that you’re nice and wet. I want you soaking.”

  Betty opened her perfect, creamy legs and she touched her core. It was the first time seeing it, all pretty pink and glistening with need. I had told myself that I wasn’t going to lose my cool. It was her first time, and I was bound and determined to do things right.

  When she started to rub herself and said that it almost felt as good as when I did it, I knew that I had to move in, before she realized that she could come without me. She didn’t need to know those secrets, because then she might change her mind and I couldn’t think of anything worse.

  I moved towards her and grabbed her hand that was in the middle of doing my job. I couldn’t have that.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You wanted it wet. I just wanted to tell you that it was already there. I’m ready for you.”

  Those combination of words, uttered from anyone else’s lips, would have immediately gotten them a hard cock slammed inside. That’s what I wanted to do here. So damn badly, but I knew better. I had to go slow, even though I was quickly convincing myself that she would take it all if I wanted to give it up.

  I leaned down and kissed her feverishly. I was trying to expel some of the energy that came over me. I knew what it was for, but I tried to burn some off before we moved on. I’d had this whole plan of how I was going to take her slow, but she was right. Betty was ready, really ready by the looks of it.

  When I pulled away from the kiss, I looked down in between her legs and moved my fingers there. I wanted to feel for myself, just in case she was mistaken. She was not. Betty was dripping and any semblance of control over the situation that I thought I had, was gone. I don’t think it was ever coming back.

  Positioning myself between her legs, wedging myself there where she couldn’t push me out. I rubbed the head on the wetness that I found there, gritting my teeth and ignoring the wide eyes below me. It felt too soon, but she had said some things that had made me change my mind. How could I deny myself what was right in front of me?

  Her mewling was getting
louder and I could tell that she was starting to feel the pressure. I wanted in, but I needed her to relax. As soon as I got toward her entrance, she had tightened up. I knew that wouldn’t end well, considering my endowment, so I moved back up to my knees. I was going to have to distract her a little bit and I knew just the way.

  My first instinct was to lick on her a minute, knowing it wouldn’t take much. But I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to surge forward, while she was having her first orgasm. I don’t know why, but I just had to do it that way.

  Rubbing her swollen clit with my fingers, she was coming unglued underneath me, and it was one of the hottest images that I’d seen in a long time. It was even better, when considering the fact that I was going to be able to be inside of her soon enough. It wouldn’t be long.

  The more I thought that, the faster my fingers strummed on her sensitive flesh. Her hips were rising and falling, much like her chest. I took one of the tits in my free hand and started to rub the hard end. Her breasts were perfect and I was still kicking myself for not licking on them before.

  I was about to remedy that when I could tell by her sounds that she was about to lose herself. It was what I’d been waiting for, so I moved closer, letting my fingers play, while the rest of me got ready for what came next.

  As soon as I heard her cry out from pleasure, it changed halfway through to one of pain. I knew it was coming, I hoped that she had known as well, because I couldn’t tell from her expression. Her eyes were clamped shut and her head was back.

  My body paused, ignoring the throbbing from her orgasm and the sudden wetness that had taken over. I had to grit my teeth hard, to stop myself from continuing. Instead I kissed her, pushing in a bit more and hearing her whimper into my mouth.