The Boys Next Door

by Sierra Dafoe

  Heat throbbed low in her belly as he turned toward her, naked. The silvery glow from the window gleamed along his rippling shoulders, gave the barest suggestion of the curve of his chest. Like a shadow he moved toward her, his features hidden by darkness. It was like being kissed by a cipher. Like being possessed by the night itself.

  But there was nothing insubstantial about his body against her. Solid, rock-hard muscle pressed against her breasts, her thighs. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her tight against the throbbing ridge of his erection.

  In the cool night, his body heat radiated against her. The contrast made her shiver, and Tommy whispered in her ear, “Are you warm enough? I can get a blanket from the locker room.”

  Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her fingers in the soft mass of his hair as she found his lips in the darkness, kissing him deeply. His cock jerked between them, flexing against her, and he groaned, tugging her closer, his hips working against hers.

  She was already so wet it felt like her panties were melting. Shifting, she wrapped one leg around his strong thighs, positioning herself so that his jutting hard-on rubbed against her crotch. Kissing him, feeling his hands tighten around her, she rocked against it, teasing her clit.

  Tommy groaned again, his hands squeezing her ass as he ground his cock against her. His tongue darted deep into her mouth. Tasting her. Claiming her. She pressed closer, flattening her breasts against his chest, her heart racing faster as her clit throbbed and ached.

  “Christ, Annie, if we don’t get you out of those jeans soon…”

  The hoarse hunger in his words made her smile. “Then what?”

  “Then I swear to God I’m gonna fuck you right through them.”

  She closed her eyes, a wave of longing sweeping through her. His cock nudged at her, the head pressing against her blue jeans, so hard it gave Tommy’s playful threat weight.

  “Not yet,” she whispered into his ear, accompanying the words with a quick flick of her tongue. Tommy reached for her blindly as she danced back out of his arms, letting the cool air flow between them. Grinning into the darkness, she dropped to her knees and raised her hands to his shaft. Tommy moaned harshly as she wrapped her fingers around it.

  Thick. Solid. Pulsing with hunger. Slowly, she pumped her hands up and down his erection, feeling the slide of soft skin over an iron-hard core. She studied it as she did so, noting the engorged veins, the way the head was so swollen the skin across it seemed stretched. A first pearl of liquid glimmered, sliding from the small slit.

  Leaning forward, Annie caught it with her tongue, lightly teasing the opening. Tommy shuddered, his breath rasping in his throat above her. Unable to resist, she slid her tongue over his cockhead, tracing the curves of it as she fisted his shaft, squeezing harder. A harsh gasp escaped Tommy, but the hands that rose to cup her head were inexpressibly gentle, stroking her hair as if almost afraid to touch her.

  Letting her lips go soft, she wrapped them around his cock, guiding it into the warm wetness of her mouth.

  His whole body trembled, his spine relaxing even as other muscles tightened in barely-controlled bliss. Tilting her head back, Annie could see the glitter of his eyes as he gazed down at her from under half-closed lids. His hand stroked her cheek and she took him deeper, letting him feel the bulge of his cockhead as it moved inside her.

  “Oh Jesus,” Tommy whispered breathlessly, his hand tracing her jaw line as she worked her head up and down. His thumb found her lips, glided through the moisture there, then pushed between them along with his thick shaft.

  The sensation was indescribable. Annie closed her eyes, lashing her tongue over his thumb, his cock, feeling them both press into her deeper. Tommy’s panting was harsher now, his hips flexing as he dragged his cock back and forth through her fists, the bulging head and first few inches of his shaft pistoning in and out of her hot, wet mouth. His other hand slid up to the crown of her head, holding her gently.

  Wrapped in a hunger she couldn’t explain, Annie pushed back against his hold. When he grabbed her harder, liquid heat exploded through her, swelling the ache between her thighs into a deliciously painful throbbing.

  Sliding his thumb from her mouth, Tommy brought both hands to her head and then paused. Slanting her gaze upward, Annie caught the question in his eyes.

  God yes, Tommy. She moaned, sucking harder.

  His face went lax, lust flaring in his eyes. With a hard, controlled tug, he pressed her head closer, his hips flexing as he drove his cock deep into her mouth.

  Annie watched his ab muscles ripple as he stroked between her lips. His gaze was clouded, his focus turned inward, all his attention consumed by the hot sweetness of her mouth.

  Slick, salty wetness flooded her tongue—the first pulse of pre-come. Tommy froze above her, shuddering. His jaw clamped hard as he fought to hold back his climax. She whimpered hungrily as he slowly drew his cock from her mouth.

  “Oh no you don’t, Annie,” he said, shaking his head. “When I come, it’s going to be buried deep inside you.” Her pulse leapt at his words, the clotted heat in her crotch throbbing with longing. Lifting her to her feet, he swung her up into his arms, carrying her to the waiting mats.

  She was floating again, this time for real, her body weightless, boneless in Tommy’s strong arms. As he knelt, still holding her, to lower her to the mats, he bent his head to her ear and whispered, “But first, you’re going to scream my name aloud as I eat you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Oh Christ. Annie quivered, practically peaking from the sensual promise in his voice alone. Fire raced along her nerve endings, and her passage clenched tight around the aching emptiness inside her. Her head spun as he set her down gently, his hands sliding from under her, grazing her breasts in the process.

  Annie moaned, her back arching reflexively. She could see the white flash of teeth as he grinned. “Still not the patient type, I see.”

  No, she wasn’t. Not now, with her whole body burning for his touch. He trailed his hands down her front, his nimble fingers unbuttoning her blouse, spreading it aside. Then he looked down at her.

  In the shadows, she saw him swallow, saw the glitter of his eyes as he gazed at her breasts, still contained within her white demi-bra. He was kneeling between her thighs, his erection jutting above the inseam of her jeans as he raised first her right leg, then her left, untying her white sneakers and pulling them off.

  His hand shook as he reached for the snap of her jeans, and he laughed. “Jesus, Annie, I feel like I’m back in high school.”

  “In high school you would’ve lost it back when I was sucking your cock.”

  At her words, Tommy closed his eyes. His erection flexed, straining against his belly. “I’m gonna come right now if you keep talking about it.” Quickly, he unsnapped her jeans and dragged them off.

  “Oh yeah, now this looks familiar.” Kneeling between her legs with her thighs splayed around him, he stared down at the cotton-covered mound of her crotch. Outside the window, the moon had risen higher, and was now peeking through the narrow opening, dropping a bar of watery light across her belly and thighs.

  Slowly, teasing her, Tommy trailed a finger along the edge of her panties, lifting them slightly away from her flesh. Annie felt her breath shorten. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she tilted her head to watch.

  “Touch yourself, Tommy.”

  “What?” He looked at her, startled.

  “I want to watch you. I want to see how you looked, all the nights you thought about me.”

  His eyes were hollow in the moonlight, filled with hunger and a trace of remembered pain. He swallowed, holding her gaze, then closed his eyes a moment as he reached for his shaft.

  Annie couldn’t tear her gaze from his fingers wrapping around it, squeezing it lightly as he stroked it.

  For her.

  God, the sight made her hornier than anything she’d ever imagined.

  He let go of the shaft briefly to run his han
d down to his balls, rubbing them for a second before moving back to his cock. He opened his eyes again, focusing on her crotch as he stroked himself faster. He yanked her panties aside, baring her pussy, and then froze, squeezing his shaft hard.

  A pulse of wetness welled from his swollen cockhead, trickling over his fingers as Annie watched, spellbound. His jaw was gritted, his gaze devouring her, his fist clenching his cock harder than she’d ever have dared. His breath rasped in his throat, and for a long minute he didn’t move.

  Then he shifted between her thighs, spreading them wider, fitting his cockhead against her with his other hand. Gliding it back and forth through her juices, he guided it over her swollen clit, stroking against it until she writhed with need.

  “Oh Christ, Tommy. Come on, stop playing.”

  “You’re the one who wanted to watch me touching myself.”

  At her scowl, he pressed lightly between her thighs, his engorged tip spreading her sopping folds. Her panties tugged at her mons, teasing her clit, and Annie bit her lip, trying to hold back her orgasm.

  He grinned at her. “Yeah, not yet, huh?” Disappointment filled her as his shaft withdrew—then faded utterly as he moved down on the mat, dipping his head down to the vee of her groin.

  He sucked her mons through her panties, making her squirm, then pulled them back aside to thrust his tongue deep inside her. Moaning in pleasure, he buried his face against her, his tongue flicking, probing, curling up to lash her clit…

  He let her go long enough to strip off her panties, then with a groan he lowered his mouth back down. Lifting her thighs wide, he spread her open, feasting on her till she thought she’d go mad with sensation. Just when she knew, absolutely knew she couldn’t take any more, he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking it hard.

  White light burst behind Annie’s eyelids. Her entire body jerked, lightning spearing through it. Her pulse roared in her ears as the spasms hit her—but Tommy didn’t let up, didn’t release the pressure. His tongue lashed her clit even as he suckled it, sending the fire in her blazing higher, higher…

  She was moaning, she realized distantly. Broken, begging words tumbled from her mouth. “Christ Tommy, please no, it’s too much, oh God. Oh please!” Her hands slid through his hair, clenching, pushing his mouth harder against her. Inside her, something that felt like a hard, tangled knot twisted tighter. It seemed to expand as it did so, swelling until it filled her groin, her belly, her whole universe. Tommy’s tongue laved her, stroking her over and over till she was crying out mindlessly, calling his name as she pleaded.

  Closing his mouth over her mons, he suckled her clit. His groans vibrated against her, spilling her over the edge as the knot unraveled into white-hot waves of bliss.

  “Tommy!”

  At her scream, he surged up between her thighs, entering her in one deep, hard, fast thrust. His cock stretched her open, filling her completely, and she gasped as her pussy clamped down around him. He thrust deeper, pushing himself into her until his balls pressed against her ass.

  Bracing himself on his arms, he worked himself against her, his public bone grinding against her mons.

  “Come for me again, Annie. Come for me now.” Circling his hips, he corkscrewed inside her, his golden curls mashed against her chestnut ones.

  The pressure on her clit sent her over again. Hot, searing bands of fire burst through her belly, making her moan deep in her throat. His thrusts grew more urgent and she spread her thighs wider, her whole body throbbing bonelessly beneath him.

  It felt like being lifted by a tidal wave. His strokes came deeper, faster, pounding into her with a greedy desperation that left her breathless. His shoulders quivered under her hands as she reached up, caressing them, feeling the rigid tension in his muscles as he rammed himself home.

  His head snapped back, his entire body straining. His cock swelled even larger, pulsating as his orgasm ripped through him. She could feel his balls clench with each ejaculation, flooding her over and over as he panted and groaned.

  “Oh Jesus, Annie.” Tommy sagged above her, his head drooping as he gasped in exhaustion. “Woman, you’re going to kill me.” Leaning down, he nuzzled her cheek, dropping gentle kisses just below her earlobe.

  “Tommy?”

  “Mmm-hmm?” he murmured, his mouth caressing her neck. His hands slid behind her, unhooking her bra.

  “You know those fat girlfriends of yours?” She felt him pause warily. “Tell them thank you.”

  He lifted his head, grinning down at her. “That was twenty years of waiting you just wrung out of me, sugar.”

  “Twenty years, huh?” She cocked an eyebrow, pretending annoyance. “Tommy, Ambinder, does that mean I have to wait till I’m fifty-seven before we do this again?”

  The growl that came from him dismissed that idea rapidly. He dipped his head to capture her mouth, savaging it so thoroughly she felt her pulse leap.

  Not already!

  “You’d have to get away from me first, woman,” he muttered, flexing his hips, his still-engorged cock gliding slickly inside her. Tugging her bra down her arms, he lowered his mouth to her nipples, sucking hard on first one, then the other.

  Annie gasped, pushing her breasts higher. He lifted his head, his eyes glittering darkly. “And this time, Annie, I’m not letting you go.”

  She must have fallen asleep, Annie thought muzzily. She could feel Tommy’s weight above her in the darkness, his slow, even breathing tickling her ear.

  Languidly, she raised a hand to stroke his hair, then let it slide over the smooth, strong breadth of his back. Her fingers encountered fabric, and she paused a moment, puzzled.

  A blanket. There was a blanket over them, the sort of thin, felt-like throw used by paramedics. He must have gotten it after she fell asleep, she realized. Gone into the locker room, gotten it, brought it back…

  But his cock was still inside her, thick and soft and warm. Which meant he must have slid himself back inside her after he’d gotten the blanket.

  The idea of him doing that, entering her in her sleep, was curiously arousing. Intimate in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wondered how much more he could have done without waking her, if he’d wanted to.

  Then she wondered how much she could do without waking him.

  Experimentally, she squeezed her inner muscles. His cock, half-tumescent, twitched in response.

  She squeezed again, harder. His cock jerked, starting to stiffen. Tommy sighed softly in his sleep, his head shifting to resettle against her neck. His mouth worked unconsciously, his jaw moving slightly.

  Fascinated, Annie shifted just a little, rearranging his head till it rested against her breast. She stroked his cheek with one finger, and his face turned toward it, mouth open and seeking. Lifting her ribcage, she brushed her nipple across his lips. They closed around it automatically, his tongue working lightly.

  His cock hardened further, swelling inside her. Still asleep, he suckled her nipple till Annie was panting in the darkness. Carefully, she nudged her hips upward, working them up and down around Tommy’s erection.

  You know, this is kind of perverse, Annie.

  Sure, if it had been anyone but Tommy. Somehow, though, Annie suspected he wouldn’t mind one bit.

  Tilting her hipbones, she rocked them back and forth until his muscles tightened in response, shoving him deeper inside her. His mouth sucked her more firmly. His breathing quickened.

  Annie’s eyes fluttered shut as she savored the sensations, feeling the warm, sleepy weight of him moving against her. His cock moved inside her in short, uncontrolled thrusts. His hand, lax and heavy, slid over her belly. Wrapping her fingers around it, she guided it to her other breast. His fingers twitched, then began kneading.

  A moan vibrated, deep in his chest. His mouth moved against her, suckling hungrily. His hand on her breast squeezed harder, his hips jerking as he pistoned.

  Oh Christ, Annie thought. He’s going to make me come in his sleep!

 
; Then she felt his weight shift above her as he slotted his hips between her thighs. His strokes grew more intent, hard and demanding. He wasn’t quite awake yet, not fully, but he was definitely aware.

  Cradling his head against her, she urged his mouth to her other nipple and moaned as he drew on it, sucking it hard. She could feel his orgasm building in the heaviness of his balls, the way they tightened up against him as they dragged against her ass.

  He shoved into her with an abandon unlike anything she’d felt before, his entire body acting on instinct and reflex. Short, hard strokes ground his pubic bone against her mons, and Annie wrapped her legs around him, increasing the contact. Her breasts felt full, swollen, aching for his mouth. He obliged her by sucking harder, switching his attention back and forth between her nipples as his cock plundered her slit.

  She wasn’t going to last. She could feel it. Heat throbbed through her belly. His groin massaged her clit. Letting her head fall back as her peak rippled through her, Annie held him tight against her, reveling in the hard, fast thrusts of his cock as he groaned around her nipple, his teeth biting it lightly as he found his own release.

  They lay together, unmoving. Then Tommy chuckled, his face buried against her breastbone.

  “What?” she asked.

  “That’s a hell of a way to wake up, Annie.” He lifted his head. His eyes gleamed down at her, sparkling wickedly. “If I go back to sleep, will you do it again?”

  “Only if I can be on top this time,” she said, shoving at him. “You’re heavy.”

  Reluctantly, he rolled off her, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her with him. She ended up snuggled against his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest.

  It was so peaceful, lying there with Tommy’s arms around her, listening to the slow, even beating of his heart. The moon had risen higher now, passing above the window, and the room was filled with a faint silver glow. Tommy’s hand stroked gently along her arm, up her shoulder. He turned his head once to press a kiss to her hair.