by Erika Lynn
Our lips crashed and I tasted the salt of her happy tears.
“I need you now,” she demanded.
I felt the same.
Always.
I walked forward until her back hit the wall, rattling a few of the picture frames it held. One crashed to the ground, but we ignored it.
Our lips tangled in a web of lust and desire. I pinned her against the wall, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel her.
Fortunately, Kate was wearing a dress.
I made sure to buy her a wardrobe full of dresses just for this purpose.
Easy access was paramount.
I slipped my hand between us and was greeted by... nothing.
“You’re bare, my future wife.”
She giggled. “It would appear so.” She leaned in and gently bit my earlobe. “What are you going to do about it?”
I took it for the challenge it was. I massaged her inner thigh then inserted two fingers inside her. Kate’s resulting gasp drove me on. I trailed the inside of her until I found the spot that made her legs shake with need.
“Dante,” she moaned.
“Don’t tell me you are close already?” I teased.
Her dirty mouth bit the shell of my ear even harder.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“So demanding,” I told her before inserting a third finger.
When her moans grew louder, I slammed my mouth against hers again in an attempt to quiet her.
I didn’t give a shit if people heard me fucking my future wife in my office, but I knew Kate would be embarrassed if she weren’t so aroused.
When Kate neared climax, I swapped my fingers for my cock, driving into her.
One of her hands held my back as the other wrapped around my neck, tugging my hair as she held on.
I set a relentless pace, my fingers finding her clit to take her over the edge a few minutes later.
Her release gave way to mine and I leaned in until our foreheads touched.
We remained like that, with me inside her as we both fought to catch our breath.
Then we laughed together, both of us overjoyed.
But Kate, practical as ever, had to break the spell when she looked at her watch.
“Shit, the ribbon cutting. We gotta go.”
Reluctantly, we separated, adjusting our clothes so that we appeared slightly less disheveled.
When all looked well, we walked out of my office together.
Just as we would be for the rest of our lives.
The end.
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Meet Naughty Neighbor
I hadn't gotten laid in months and here I was sharing a wall with the most sexually active person in the whole damn city.
But I had a dirty secret.
Sometimes I used my naughty neighbor to help me get off.
If you couldn't beat 'em, join' em. Right?
Until one night when my naughty neighbor catches me in the act.
I guess the secret's out.
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Naughty Neighbor
The headboard banged against the wall in a steady rhythm.
I groaned at the unwelcome sound. “It's a fucking Tuesday night for god's sake.” I pulled a pillow over my head in a futile attempt to block the noise.
A woman joined the choir. “Harder, harder, harder…” she begged in an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
I leaned over and glanced at my phone. Just past midnight. Didn't my neighbor have work in the morning? How he maintained his constant stream of ready and willing women I could understand. He was annoyingly good looking. But those good looks and his man whore ways meant that he couldn't seem to go two nights without bringing home a new woman to bang.
Don't get me wrong; sometimes a girl needed a good lay. Guessing by the cries of ecstasy I heard night after night, he had no problem in that department.
In fact, the only reason I knew his name at all was that women tended to scream it right before they came.
And yes, sadly I knew they came because they said that, too.
Lucky me.
I hadn't gotten laid in months, and here I was sharing a wall with the most sexually active person in the whole damn city.
But I had a dirty secret.
Sometimes I used my naughty neighbor to help me get off.
If you couldn't beat 'em, join' em. Right?
When I realized it wasn't going to be a wham bam thank you ma'am type situation, I unburied my head and slid my right hand slowly down my stomach, slipping it quickly underneath my panties.
I sighed as it made contact with my pussy. With the sounds emanating from next door, it didn't take much to imagine that the hand belonged to someone else.
After plunging two fingers inside myself, I rubbed my lips with my juices, paying close attention to my now exposed little nub.
Small, slow, deliberate circles made my toes curl. I imagined it wasn’t my hand, but his, pleasuring me. “Oh, Benjamin,” I murmured just as the woman on the other side of the wall screamed his name.
My other hand flattened on the wall behind me, bracing myself as I worked furiously to catch up. The squeaking of the bed picked up speed as we all approached orgasm.
Thirty seconds later, I came with a vengeance. A wave of warmth flooding my body as I screamed Ben's name.
When the wave crested and fell, I opened my eyes. The squeaking had notably stopped, and a knock sounded from the other side of the wall, followed by a hearty laugh. “You're welcome, neighbor.”
“Oh, fuck.” Guess the secret's out.
***
I didn't want to run into Ben the next morning. As intimately acquainted with his sex life as I was, I didn't see him much in person.
I wasn't sure what he did for a living, but I knew our schedules differed.
As a bartender, I worked late nights and slept in most mornings.
I assumed he had a regular job since he seemed to keep more typical work hours.
I locked the apartment door, on my way to grab a quick coffee with my best friend Kate when I heard the tall tale signs of a door opening.
Not the one down the hall or across it.
The one next door.
A warm chuckle sounded from the man that emerged from the door, followed by a high-pitched giggle.
Oh goody.
So much for different schedules.
But I was curious to see what the woman looked like. If the face matched the voice. In this case, it most certainly did. I slowly stowed away my keys, looking up through my dark lashes at the lithe blonde in full makeup.
A smirk tugged at my lips then froze as I felt Ben's striking blue eyes on me. I stood there staring at him, taking in the tailored suit that entirely covered his muscled six-foot-three body. His hair looked like it was straight out of a shampoo commercial, all dark and pullable.
I couldn’t stop my tongue from wetting my lips as I took all of him in.
“Morning, neighbor.” He saluted to me before kissing the blond on the cheek and telling her goodbye. She shot me a glare but left peacefully.
We both watched her walk away. I stayed planted in place, curious what he'd do next. Then he prowled over, closing the few feet that separated us.
I refused to take a step back as he invaded my bubble.
I lifted an eyebrow. It took two seconds for me to decide not to be embarrassed by what happened. If Ben wanted to have obnoxiously loud sex, then I had the right to make the best of it and enjoy it, too.
Ben placed his arm on the doorframe behind me. “Thanks for the unconventional threesome. I have to say last night was a first for me.” He chuckled, and it sounded as silky as honey dripping off a honeycomb.
I winked. “You’re welcome, neighbor.” I pushed past him, knocking his shoulder back as I made my way to the staircase.
I might not be embarrassed, but I refused to give him an opportunity to
change my mind.
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About the Author
Oh hey, I’m Erika! There is nothing I enjoy more than a good wine and a good book. Except maybe spending time with my husband, young son and permanently depressed looking maltipoo. When I’m not busy with my full-time job, I’m mapping out my next story.
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