HER BIG NEIGHBOR

by Penny Wylder

  This won’t take very long.

  Time to get to work. “I saw your mother this morning as I was heading out to the hardware store. I think I made her not hate me.”

  Julia drops her face into her hands. “I’m so sorry about that. I can’t make an excuse for it.”

  “You don’t have to. She’s putting me on the list for this party.”

  “Really?” She sits on the floor nearby and watches me as I open the plaster and work on measuring the dimensions of the hole.

  I nod. “Really. I didn’t lie, I’m always looking for more charities to give to. It’s a good opportunity for me to do something local. What’s it for?”

  “Underprivileged kids. But she wants to give teachers the resources to help those kids at school. Since that’s the place where they spend a lot of their time.”

  “Sounds like a good idea.”

  “Yeah,” she says. “It is.”

  I work on fitting the drywall into the hole and securing it. “Then why don’t you sound excited?”

  “No, I am. I promise.”

  Stepping off the ladder, I look at her. “Really?”

  “Really.” I stare at her until she melts, relenting. “It’s a good idea, and I’m glad I get to help her with it, I’m just not sure if this is what I want to be doing. I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing or what I want. That’s why I’m here now.”

  “What happened at school?” It feels a little strange asking that. We’re only a few years apart in age.

  Julia shrugs, and I notice that she’s looking at the floor. “It just wasn’t for me. Not business school anyway. It was a boys’ club, and it just wasn’t what I imagined. I have the associates, so after I finish helping Mom with the house and the gala, I’ll get a job and figure out what the hell I’m actually supposed to be doing.”

  I’d never thought about it that way, but business school is mostly men. I guess I didn’t notice because I’m a man, which is embarrassing. “Is there anything you liked about it?” If I can keep her talking about what she likes, maybe I can help her find what she wants.

  “I liked the more creative parts of it,” she says, stretching her arms above her head and teasing me with that little strip of skin. “Really I never considered myself to be a creative person, but I liked those parts of it better than the dry parts of the statistics.”

  “So marketing?”

  “Yeah, and product development. I don’t know if that’s what I want to do, but those were definitely my favorite classes.”

  I’ll have to give that some thought. With the number of clients that Werlin Venture has, I’m sure that I can find a place for Julia, in almost any field that she wants to try. “You’ve still got time to figure everything out.”

  “Yeah, but it doesn’t always feel that way. You have it all figured out.”

  I half-smile. “Well, I’m weird. I’ve known what I wanted forever. I think most people don’t have their shit figured out. Besides, I don’t know everything.”

  Julia snickers. “Like what?”

  “I don’t know what your face looked like last night when I told you what I wanted.” Glancing down at her, I see the blush staining her cheeks.

  “Pretty much like this,” she says. “But you never finished.”

  Stepping off the ladder, I pull her to her feet and slowly back her against the wall. We’re not touching, but I’m close enough to feel her breath and the way that she’s quaking. “What do you want to know?” I ask softly.

  She licks her lips, eyes locked on mine. “Everything,” she breathes.

  “Everything? I was thinking about what you said, and climbing to your window. I can do more than just fill in the gaps. I want to undress you and taste your skin. See the way you blush as I touch every piece of you. I want to taste you. Lick you until you’re screaming and you come on my tongue.” Julia’s breath has gone shallow, lips parted, and her eyes keep darting to my mouth like she’s thinking about kissing me. I’m thinking about kissing her and more. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, and if she looks down she’s going to see that I’m so hard that I’m straining through my pants.

  “I want to learn what makes you moan and spend hours listening to that sound. To let you ride me until you’ve had your fill of my cock. And after we’ve done that, I want to lay with you and talk. Figure out the mind inside that gorgeous head.”

  Her body inches towards mine, and it would be so easy to close that distance. Julia’s eyes have drifted half-closed. She’s so fucking tempting. But I don’t close the inches between us. I pull back, and climb the ladder and start to cover the ceiling with plaster.

  “Fuck,” she says under her breathe.

  “See what I mean?” I ask cheerfully. “If I had said any of that to you last night, I don’t think I could have resisted coming over here.”

  Julia laughs. “If you had said any of that to me, I would have been at your door for the second time.” We’re silent for a moment, no sound but the scraping of me smoothing everything down. “What did you mean when you said years? You haven’t actually wanted me for years, have you?”

  “The summer you left,” I say. “It was like I suddenly saw you for the first time. If you’d known how many times I thought about you in that bikini you used to wear, I don’t know if you’d be happy about it.”

  “I thought about you too,” she says quietly. “I always had a crush on you. You know, the older hot boy who lives next door. Always untouchable.”

  I smile down at her. “I like to think that I’m very touchable.”

  She tries not to smile and fails. “Damn you.”

  “I would prefer ‘fuck you.’”

  Her laugh rings out in the foyer, echoing off the walls. It’s a beautiful sound, and I want to hear more of it. I think this is the first time I’ve seen her be that open and happy since she’s been home. At least while I’ve been able to see her.

  “Come take a look,” I say, as I finish smoothing everything down. “What do you think?”

  She stands under the ladder and looks. “I swear if it wasn’t still wet I would never know that there was ever a leak.”

  “That’s the idea.”

  I place the scraper on my bucket of plaster and step down, but I didn’t place it well enough, and as I step off the ladder, if falls, catching on Julia’s shirt and leaving a streak of plaster down her chest. She jumps back in shock.

  “Shit,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay, it’s just a t-shirt.”

  “You should probably take that off though, that stuff is really toxic.” I say, completely kidding.

  “What?” she yells, peeling the shirt over her head and tossing it away from her. She’s wearing a black bra that’s stark against her skin, and I can’t tear my eyes away now. “Julia…” I say. “I was kidding…”

  Her eyes go wide.

  “But I’m certainly not angry at the view.”

  She looks down at her shirt crumpled on the floor and starts to laugh. And in that moment, I know that I can’t keep my hands off her for another second. My hand snags around her waist and I pull her against me and cover her mouth with mine. She’s all softness and sweetness and heat roars through my veins as our skin connects.

  Julia doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her arms around my neck and opening for me, kissing me back with a passion that I almost can’t keep up with. We slam into the wall again together, and this time we’re pressed against each other. My hips line up with hers and my cock is so hard that it’s aching. “God, Julia,” I say. “I don’t want to stop.”

  “Don’t you dare,” she says, pulling me tighter. “Don’t you dare.”

  Who am I to argue with that? I let my hands skim down her ribs, marveling at the silkiness of her skin and I sink to my knees in front of her. I want to taste her skin, and so I do, drawing a line with my lips down between her breasts and across her stomach.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, breathless. It’s no
t quite a moan, but we’re getting there.

  I look up at her. “Everything.”

  7

  Julia

  Edward’s hands on my skin are like fire. His lips draw a line down my core, and the arousal is drowning me. I can’t even breathe. “What are you doing?” I want to know. I don’t want him to stop.

  “Everything,” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jeans.

  We shouldn’t do this. Not here. Not when I have no idea when my mother will be home. But the other part of me doesn’t care. This is everything that I’ve wanted, and now that I have it, I’m going to take the chance.

  Edward’s clever fingers undo the buttons on my jeans and peel them down my hips. Fuck, even just the brush of his skin on mine has me shivering. I’m soaking through my panties and he’s going to know. He doesn’t stop pulling the fabric until my jeans are completely off, and I’m just in my underwear in front of him.

  I have a flash of self-consciousness, and that evaporates almost instantly because I can’t think about anything but the feeling of his hands on me. They stroke down my legs and between my knees and guide my legs apart. Holy fuck. Edward covers my clit with his mouth, licking through my panties with delicious friction. “Ohhh.”

  He slips a finger under the fabric and strokes through my wetness, and groans. “You’re so wet,” he says in between caressing me with his tongue. “All for me.”

  Peeling my panties down my hips, I help him by kicking them away. The second his mouth falls on me, I have to brace myself against the wall. He seals his mouth over my clit, sucking deep, and I hear my own voice echo off the walls of the foyer. It’s so good that I can’t focus, can’t breathe. He’s not giving me a chance to.

  There’s no warm-up or easing in. It’s simply an onslaught of pleasure that I can’t escape and I’m going to come way too fast. Fuck, when I woke up this morning I didn’t imagine this. Maybe I should have, but the possibility of Edward’s tongue between my thighs just inside my front door didn’t occur to me.

  Edward slips down to my entrance, licking deep and exploring my pussy with his tongue. “You taste amazing,” he says, the vibrations of his voice rolling through me, and the idea that he likes the way I taste just makes me wetter, which he feels. And he laughs as he drinks me in, fucking me with his tongue. “Better than I even imagined.”

  Oh God. “You imagined this?”

  He pulls back to look up at me, and those blue eyes are absurdly intense. “Of course I did. I’ve wanted to know how you tasted for years. And now that I know, I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.”

  He pulls my clit between his lips at the same time he slips a finger into me, and I moan. Shit, this man knows what he’s doing with that mouth. I weave my fingers into his hair and pull him closer, wordlessly begging for more.

  But already I notice that he likes to tease, and instead he pulls back and runs his tongue along the inside of my thigh. One after the other, teasing the skin around where I want him and nowhere else. “Please,” I beg. “You said you’d never have enough.”

  I can feel the way his mouth curls into a smile next to my skin. “I also like the sounds you make, and plan to take my time figuring out how I can get more of them.”

  “Fuck,” I say as his mouth moves back to my clit, and the word ends in a groan. His fingers stroke deeper inside me, curling, seeking out that spot that I’ve only heard about. It’s when he adds a second finger that I see fireworks. I freeze, and he thrusts his fingers again, sending a burst of rippling pleasure through me that I can’t contain. “Ohhh.”

  “There it is,” he mutters. He thrusts his fingers against that spot one more time, circling his tongue around my clit, and I shatter. It’s impossible not to. The orgasm crashes down on me like a wave, and I can’t do anything but let it happen. I can’t move or breathe, my mouth open in a silent scream. It’s been a long time since I’ve had an orgasm like this. Hell, I’m not sure that I’ve ever had an orgasm like this.

  Edward seals his mouth over me, never stopping the pressure with mouth or fingers, drawing out every ounce of orgasm that I have in me. My knees are like jelly, and he catches me around the waist as I slide down the wall, no longer able to support myself. He lays me out on the floor before stripping his shirt over his head and leaning down again between my legs.

  “That’s okay,” I say, voice rough. “I came.”

  He looks at me with an eyebrow raised. “Yes, once.”

  “Isn’t that kind of the point?”

  Edward stares at me hard for a long time before crawling up my body and pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, and the way he plunges inside my mouth is so familiar that I’m wet all over again. “Please tell me you’ve been with someone that helped you come more than once while you were fucking.”

  I blush. And not just my face, my whole body. I haven’t. With myself and with someone else, it’s been one orgasm and then it’s over. And yeah, orgasms are fun, but it always seems like too much to continue and everybody’s tired. “No,” I say.

  The blue eyes above me go dark with lust and need. “When you’re with me,” he says, “you’re going to come a minimum of three times, and that’s if I’m feeling lazy that day.”

  I think that my heart stops in my chest. Aside from the way I love the fact that he says ‘when,’ like this isn’t a one-time thing, that is a lot of pleasure. “Why?”

  “Because I want to,” he says, brushing his lips over mine again. “And you’re fucking sexy when you come.” His hand brushes down my stomach between us and he curls a finger into me. I gasp, arching into him. “And orgasms are the fastest way for me to learn what makes you feel good.” The way his mouth turns into a smile is hot and frightening at once. “Once I know, Julia, I’m going to make your body sing for me.”

  He sinks down between my legs again, not giving me a chance to respond as he consumes me again, burying his tongue in my cunt and fucking as hard as he can. Fast and steady, licking into me with strokes that feels so intimate I’m shaking. That’s his tongue. He was just kissing me with that tongue, letting it dance with mine, and now it’s deep inside me.

  Edward licks me long and slow, from my entrance to my clit, replacing his tongue with his fingers and instead focusing on that little point of pleasure with his mouth. He grazes his teeth over it, and I shudder with the pleasure and the sudden rising need of another orgasm. Oh God, oh fuck, I can’t seem to keep still. My hips are rising towards his mouth, back arching off the floor. But Edward places one large hand on my stomach, holding me down so he can continue ravishing me with mouth and fingers.

  He’s focused so closely on my clit, licking the underside again and again, sending me higher with each burst, and I already feel like I’m lost in the sensation and can’t breathe. It won’t take long for me to go over now, especially when he adds a third finger and thrusts deep, stretching me deliciously.

  It happens all at once. Bright, searing pleasure bursts from my core and outwards, and I cry out, hips straining into his lips as he sucks me hard. It’s a flare and a nova, being overcome with pleasure and then released from it. Like falling through a cloud of perfect ecstasy. When I fall back into my body, I’m heaving in breaths, unable to tell up from down. But I can feel his mouth on me still, with a soft kiss to my clit. Even that sends off aftershocks that have me shaking.

  “That’s incredible,” I say.

  His eyes are hard again, roving across my body like he can and will consume every part of it. “It should be commonplace. You should be screaming in pleasure every fucking day.”

  I laugh. “Mission accomplished for today. Now it’s your turn.”

  Edward raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  I push myself off the floor and meet him where he’s kneeling. Up close, his body is just as beautiful, and I let my hands drift across his skin, marveling at the feeling of hard muscle. I like watching the way they flex and move under my fingers, reacting to my touch.
“You said yesterday that you wanted me to suck you off.”

  He slips a hand around the back of my neck and lifts my gaze to his. “I do. But we have time for everything. We don’t have to do it all at once.”

  I lift my mouth to his, barely touching his lips, tempting him to kiss me. “What if I want to taste you the way you did me? What if I want to know if your cock feels the way I imagined it would between my lips?”

  Edward stops breathing, and I reach for his belt, managing to get it undone. I slip my hand down into his pants, feeling the huge hardness waiting there beneath his underwear.

  “Let me taste you.”

  He does kiss me then, and I stroke down the length of his shaft—what I can feel of it. He breaks away roughly, standing in front of me and helping to remove his jeans the rest of the way. Through his underwear there’s no hiding that his cock is straining against the fabric, and it’s bigger than I even imagined that it would be. God, it’s huge, and my mouth is watering just thinking about it. I have imagined this. The way he would sound as I would take him all the way to the back of my throat.

  The only thing that’s going to be different is that I highly doubt that I’ll be able to take all of this monster. Pulling down his underwear, I watch as it springs free, gloriously hard and standing out from Edward’s body like a monument. Today is definitely a day for firsts, because I’ve never seen a cock like this before.

  Blue eyes stare down at me, so filled with fire that I swear I can feel it on my skin. I hold his gaze as I lower my mouth to him, licking only the tip, and his eyes close. He shudders and his cock jerks against my lips. He’s so ready for this. I drag my fingers along him, loving the hardness. And it’s all for me.

  I take him in deeper, an inch at a time, watching for his reaction to me. He hisses out a breath, and there’s a curse in there too. I can’t help but laugh. I love the power that this gives me, making him feel everything the same way that he did me.