HER BIG NEIGHBOR

by Penny Wylder

  Fuck, if we hadn’t been interrupted I planned on spending a good deal more time inside her. Her pussy is like heat and heaven rolled into one, and combined with her wit and genuine mind, my gut is already making moves that my conscious mind won’t quite admit to.

  But this morning I’ve got a surprise. I’ve already had Patrick clear my schedule for a few hours, because I’m going to help Julia with a little fantasy.

  I get ready for work the way I always do, because I will have to go at some point even if it’s not my first choice. I wear the sharpest suit I own, do my hair, and make sure I have on just a hint of cologne—not too much. Don’t want to overdo it. And right at seven I walk out the door to my car.

  Looking up, I spy Julia in the window. She’s looking down at me, grinning, and I smile back. This moment between us is precious and grounding. I’m glad it’s the way it started. It’s not complicated, just two people connecting.

  She has no idea what’s about to happen though, and I can’t wait to see her face when she figures it out. I back my car out of the driveway and wave to her. She gives a little wave back as I drive away, but I’m not going far. I only drive around the block before pulling back into my driveway.

  As I step out of the car, I straighten my tie and look right at her. She’s still watching, and at first she looks confused, but then I take a step towards her, and realization dawns. Her shock is visible from here, and I swear I think I see a hint of the blush I love.

  I’m going to climb the trellis, and fuck the shit out of her, just like she imagined me doing. God, my cock is already hard. That’s not going to make the climbing easier.

  I’ve snuck into a few girls’ windows in my day, but it’s been awhile. Luckily the trellis on Julia’s house is sturdy, and doesn’t give me any trouble. It’s not the easiest thing to do in a suit, but at least if a passer-by sees me I can say that I locked myself out and they’re not going to think that I’m breaking in.

  Julia opens the window as I arrive. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m helping you live your fantasy.”

  Her pupils dilate, and she scoots back to let me crawl through the window. I didn’t think there was any way I was going to be able to do that gracefully, but I manage well enough, making sure to keep myself quiet.

  Immediately I take off my shoes and start undressing. I hang the suit jacket and shirt on her desk chair and fold the rest of it and grab a condom before flipping the lock on her door. When I turn, Julia is staring at me, and my obvious erection.

  She still looks tousled from sleep, and all I can see of her is a thin camisole that doesn’t disguise her breasts in the slightest. It’s sexy as hell, but the first thing I’m going to do is see those tits. I didn’t get to yesterday. “We’re going to have to be quiet,” I say softly.

  Julia blushes again. “I will do my best, but depending on what you’re planning here, I can’t exactly make promises.”

  I stretch out over her on the bed, stealing a kiss from her. Fuck, her lips are soft, and just the touch of them reminds me of the way they felt wrapped around my shaft. I had my way, and I came in her first. Nothing is stopping her from finishing that job now.

  Gripping the blankets, I pull them aside to see her in nothing but the flimsy camisole and panties. And if I’m not mistaken, there’s already wetness seeping through the pale fabric. “Are you already wet?”

  Her entire face and chest go red with embarrassment as I touch her clit through her soaked panties. Oh, she’s wet all right. “I like that,” I say. “If I could make it so you’re that wet whenever you’re near me, I would.”

  She groans. “I’m already that wet all the time. All you have to do is talk to me.”

  “I’m going to do more than that.” I rub her through the fabric, watching her writhe underneath me. The image of her with her hand between her legs, writhing in the darkness this same way fills my mind. Circling her clit with my thumb I watch her eyes glaze over in pleasure and her lips part with the beginnings of an orgasm. And she’ll get one. More than one. Soon.

  I sit up and straddle her waist, pulling down the camisole so her breasts are exposed. They’re perfect, fitting in the size of my palms—which aren’t small. Julia’s nipples harden under my hands, and I like the feel of her tits tightening. “I didn’t get to play with these at all yesterday.”

  “That really is unfortunate,” she says. But her voice is breathy and her eyes are half-closed. She’s half-way to coming already.

  Leaning down, I put my face close to hers. “Did you touch yourself last night?”

  She bites her lip. “My vibrator did.”

  “And you want more?”

  “I always want more,” she says.

  I squeeze harder and she moans too loudly. Quickly I cover her mouth with my hand. “I want to fuck you long and slow, Julia. But to do that we can’t draw any unnecessary attention.”

  “I’ll try,” she says.

  Grinning down at her, I have an idea. “I’ve got something that will keep you quiet.” Moving forward, I press my cock to her lips. Eyes wide, she opens without hesitation and takes me in, sucking on the head. Jesus, that’s so good. Her tongue swirls around me, teasing that perfect, sensitive spot underneath, and I think I might die from the perfection. “You’re fucking good at that.”

  She tries to say something, but with a mouth full of cock it’s muffled and I think it’s the sexiest sound in the world. All the blood in my body floods to my dick. If she keeps talking like that I’m going to pass out.

  I don’t even know why it’s so hot, but the very idea that she can’t speak because she’s sucking me makes me shake.

  Falling forward, I brace myself above her and tilt my hips so I can push in further. I’m going to take her mouth and fuck it, and the way she opens her lips further, uses her hands to grab my ass and pull me deeper confirms that she likes that idea. “You like my cock in your mouth, Julia?”

  “Mhmm.”

  “How does your throat feel about it?”

  Her eyes flash open and up to mine. I see the desire there, and the hesitation. My cock isn’t small, and I’m already filling her mouth. But I’d like to try, if she’ll let me.

  “Do you want to stop?”

  She shakes her head on my cock, and I feel her swallow. It feels damn good, and I want to be closer. Fuck, I want to feel my balls rest against her chin and the way her throat will squeeze me.

  Shifting my weight back on my knees again, I take her face in my hands. I can feel the way her cheeks are stretched around me. “Not such a good girl anymore, are you?” I ask quietly. “Sucking my cock like that.”

  In response, she increases the pressure, which makes me curse and nearly lose control, the pleasure peaking and threatening to overwhelm me.

  “You are bad,” I breathe, grabbing her hands where they’re gripping my ass. Lifting them above her head I pin them there with my full weight. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Julia. And your throat. Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

  She sucks harder once again, and I have to close my eyes for a second. Perfect. Lifting my hips, I shift forward, letting my cock sink into her glorious mouth. Deeper and deeper, until I’m nearing the back. “Relax,” I tell her softly. “Let me in.”

  Julia swallows, and in doing so swallows me. The tip of my cock enters her throat, and I see white. The pleasure is blinding and furious. It’s so tight, and as she swallows again to take more of me, I hiss out a breath. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

  My hips jerk forward almost on their own, and Julia moans. I pull back, all the way out, and she gasps for breath, looking up at me. “How are you?”

  “More.” Her voice has a rasp to it that makes my cock so hard it almost hurts. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve never had a cock in your throat?”

  “Not like that.”

  “And you want more?”

  She nods, but doesn’t answer. Just opens her mouth
. I don’t need to ask twice. I press into her all the way, slipping down into her throat like she’s done this a hundred times. And I give her more just like she wanted. Every centimeter I push further is delicious constriction, and I start to rock my hips, sinking in a little deeper with every thrust.

  I let her breathe again, and one more time before I get as far as I’m going to. And fuck if it isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Julia’s wrists are pinned under my hands, and her mouth is stretched to the limit around my cock. I can’t hold myself back any longer, and start to truly fuck.

  I pull back to the edge of her throat and push in again, and again, and again, the pleasure rising like a wave through me, threatening to take me away. The climax is coming faster than I want it to. I wish that I could make it last longer, but I think that stopping a moving freight train would actually be easier.

  “I’m going to come,” I grit out quietly, seconds before it hits. There’s no way to stop my hips, slamming deep as the orgasm washes over me. Pure pleasure ejects from me, and I pour myself down her throat. Julia doesn’t stop sucking, and since I’m still buried in her throat, I can feel her swallowing all of me. It takes my breath away.

  I have to remember not to bellow what feels like a victory, and I hold onto it with all I’ve got, savoring every inch of friction until the wave is over. Then I come to stop, gently pulling myself from Julia’s lips, I’m breathing just as hard as she is.

  “That was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”

  “I have an inkling,” she says, voice nearly gone.

  Sinking down on top of her and releasing her wrists, I taste her skin. Every part of her tastes amazing, like she was made for me. And still in the haze of orgasm, the only thing that I can think of is tasting that sweetness again. I hum, lips pressed to her stomach. “Now that you’ve had your breakfast,” I say. “It’s time for me to have mine.”

  She gasps as I practically tear her panties off. In the time I was in her mouth she’s grown even wetter, and I lick the flavor from her thighs. Julia’s hands plunge into my hair, pulling to the point of pain, and I don’t care. All I care about is the taste.

  I drag my tongue across her, dip it inside. She’s sweet and deep, and in this moment if I could live on this taste, I absolutely would. There’s no interest in holding back for me. I want to make her come, and quickly.

  Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck deeply, and she moans. “Quiet,” I say, mouth pressed to her skin. “Unless you want your mother to see my mouth between your legs.”

  “The door is locked,” she moans.

  “She can still hear.”

  Julia yanks on my hair. “Stop talking about my mother.”

  I laugh, and lick her in one long stroke. “Yes, ma’am.”

  I tease her with my tongue, using the rhythm that I found yesterday, and she stiffens underneath me, orgasm coming on quickly. More of that perfect flavor floods my mouth, and she shakes underneath me, hips bucking and toes curling.

  I make the most of it, sliding on the condom and slipping my cock into her pussy while she’s still coming. It works. Julia swears, pussy spasming as she comes again at the sudden and welcome intrusion. “Fuck you,” she says. “You’re too good at that.”

  “I am fucking you,” I whisper, unable to keep the grin off my face.

  Wrapping her legs around my hips, she locks her ankles behind my ass. “Not yet, you’re not.” She pulls my face down to hers, kissing me hard, and I fuck her. It’s like yesterday. There’s too much between us still—too much pent up sexual energy to even try going slow.

  Julia is meeting me thrust for thrust, our bodies slamming together in perfect, raw, friction. Her voice is breathy in my ear, begging, telling me yes and yes and yes. I scoop my hand under her ass and tilt her up to me so I can push just a little deeper, and she freezes, entire body going taut.

  “Oh God, oh God. Fuuuuuuck,” she says in my ear, and I can tell that she’s desperately trying to keep herself quiet and that it’s barely working. Her pussy locks down on my cock like a vise and it feels so damn good that I see stars. Coming again this quickly is impossible, but it’s happening, and I thrust as deeply as I can go, holding myself there as I go blind with ecstasy.

  Julia’s mouth finds mine, and I kiss her hard, our breath syncing as we come down from the high together.

  When I can manage to open my eyes, I speak. “I hope that was a more satisfactory introduction to my cock.”

  “You make it sound like the last one was bad. It wasn’t. But yeah,” she laughs. “That was...more than amazing.”

  “Did it fit the fantasy?”

  She strokes her hand through my hair again, and I know I’m going to have to look in a mirror before I go to the office or it will be crystal clear how I spent my morning off. “Way better than the fantasy.”

  “That’s always the goal,” I say. “I want to help you create all your fantasies and I want them to be better than I imagined.”

  Where we’re still locked together Julia rocks her hips, and she’s smiling. “I think I’d like that. As long as we get to do some of your fantasies.”

  I chuckle. “We’re already there. Seeing your mouth like that...Fuck, Julia.”

  She smirks and bats her eyelashes coyly. “Oh, that?”

  I groan, releasing myself from her and stepping away into her bathroom to clean myself up. “Believe me when I tell you that I do not want to go to work today. I’d rather stay in bed with you all day, practicing how to make you scream before I take you out tonight.”

  Julia is draped across the bed, hair spread across the pillows and legs crossed demurely, though I can still see the shimmer of wetness on her thighs. She’s the embodiment of sex. “I wish that too,” her voice is soft. “But I think people will miss you.”

  “But you’ll come out with me tonight?” I ask as I cross to the bed again, fully dressed and ready to climb out the window.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Where are we going?”

  I smile as I grab the ivy. “I don’t know yet, but I’ll text you.”

  “Have a good day. I’ll be thinking about you.”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you if I tried,” I say. It’s true. Everything now revolves around this. Julia Palmer has gotten under my skin, and I’m going to do everything I need to to make her mine.

  10

  Julia

  It takes me another hour to recover enough to even think about getting out of bed. Holy fuck that was amazing. I can’t even describe it. When I saw that Edward was going to climb in through my window, I swear my body took control. I was so aroused that instinct just took over. Dear God, that was a hell of a thing.

  Even after knowing that he could make my body sing like a choir, I’ve literally never been fucked like that. Never been able to take that much cock in my mouth, but it worked with him. I trusted him, and the arousal made it feel easy.

  I liked everything about that, and him, and I want more. It takes a good long minute in the shower for me to even feel close to normal. I’m probably going to be a little sore later, but the good kind of sore. The sore that comes with memories.

  It’s going to be a struggle not to be checking my phone every five minutes for his text about where we’re going later. And I have to figure out how to get out of the house without arousing suspicion. But that comes later. For now, it’s mid-morning and it’s way later than I usually get out of bed. I’m hungry.

  Mom is in the kitchen when I come down, and she looks at me and then looks at the clock like she didn’t even notice the time. “Are you feeling all right? I got wrapped up in the dining room. I could have come to wake you up.”

  Thank God that you didn’t. Right there is my opportunity. “I might be coming down with something. I’m feeling a little under the weather.”

  “That’s too bad,” she says. “Let me know if you need a sick set-up on the couch or something.”

  When I was younger and I was sick, I
would stay home from school and Mom would plant me on the couch with hot tea and hot soup and I would watch movies—and mostly fall asleep—all day. I smile at her. “I don’t think it’s that bad yet, but thanks for the offer. I’ll keep an eye on it.”

  We don’t talk about our little discussion yesterday about the fact that she doesn’t want me dating. I don’t particularly want to hide Edward from her, but I don’t know how to go about telling her without her being furious or trying to get me to stop. And I don’t want to spend my date tonight worried that she’s at home and angry at me.

  I do want to tell her, but I need a little bit of time to figure out how. So we finish the dining room. There’s a huge number of cookbooks that are going to the charity that we box up and put aside to be taken to the school, and lots of little things that have somehow just ‘ended up’ in the dining room over the years that need to be gone through. It takes some time, but by mid-afternoon we’ve finished that room, and I’m glad. Every room finished lessens my anxiety about the whole thing. I like the progress we’re making.

  I grab my phone, and my heart skips a beat when I see that I have a text from Edward.

  Eight. Dress casual.

  No hints? I ask.

  Not a huge surprise or anything, but no.

  I laugh softly. Fair enough.

  I need to figure out what to wear. I can do casual, and it’s certainly going to make climbing out of the window easier. Running up to my room, I rummage through my closet. I’ve still got a few hours, but I want to be ready. All I’m going to do if I don’t choose my clothes is think about my clothes, so I might as well.

  I end up just picking a pair of skinny jeans and a silvery tank top. I love this top because it’s easy to dress up or down. I’ll wear my favorite pair of sneakers too. God, I’ve got so much time to kill. Mom and I are done for the day, so I try to keep myself busy. I do a few loads of laundry, clean my bathroom, and vacuum the upstairs. I need a hobby, or a job. After we’re done with this gala and the charity is kicked off, I’m not going to have much to do.