The Man Next Door

by Vanessa Devereaux

  The Man Next Door

  By

  Vanessa Devereaux

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  The Man Next Door

  Copyright© 2011 Vanessa Devereaux

  ISBN: 978-1-60088-625-6

  Cover Artist: Sable Grey

  Editor: Lynne Anderson

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

  Cobblestone Press, LLC

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  Dedication

  As always, for Jeff

  Chapter One

  “You’ve been staring out of that window for ten minutes. What’s so fascinating?”

  I thought Jon was still asleep, or at least he had been when I’d sneaked out of bed, so his voice startled me.

  “Just looking at the garden, thinking about what to plant this year.”

  That had been a lie and that’s why I kept my back to Jon. Not that I do it very often, but he has the uncanny ability to know when someone’s lying.

  I’d crept out of bed the minute I’d heard my next-door neighbor out in his garden. He’d moved in a month ago. I hadn’t met him yet, but I’d caught glimpses of him while he’d been in the back garden. Until he’d moved in, my neighbors had been couples with toddlers or cranky old ladies. The street’s latest addition looks thirty to thirty-five, tall, great body…in fact, everything about him was gorgeous and he’d become an obsession for me. Whenever I heard him outside, I’d rush to the window and enjoy the view.

  It was only 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning. We were in the middle of a heat wave and it was already sweltering. My neighbor was working shirtless and only a pair of low-rise jeans adorned his gorgeous body. He stopped digging long enough to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. I licked my lips, imagining him wiping the sweat from his face after we’d had an afternoon of nonstop sex.

  “So what are you thinking about planting?”

  I jumped again. This time it wasn’t Jon’s voice that startled me, but his arms going around my waist. His already erect cock pressed into my bottom.

  He kissed my neck and pulled me in closer to his body.

  “I’ve still got to pack for my trip so I’ll need to head home soon,” he whispered in my ear. “How about a quickie before I go?”

  I love quickies just as much as Jon, but today I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Well, I was, but just not with Jon. Today, the only person I wanted sex with was the guy next door.

  “Don’t turn around,” he whispered.

  It’s Jon’s favorite way to have a quick fuck, which worked in my favor today. It meant I’d still be able to watch my neighbor while we had sex.

  He kissed my neck before lifting up my T-shirt over my head. I raised my arms before seeing it land by my left foot. Next, he tugged my panties from my butt and dragged them down my legs. I stepped out of them before they joined the T-shirt.

  Jon kissed my neck again as he massaged my breasts. He fingered my tits until my nipples turned into hard little pebbles.

  “Um, I’m going to miss touching you, smelling you while I’m gone.”

  His hands slid down to my mound while he playfully bit into my neck. He glided one hand between my thighs. Jon inched his finger through my pubic hair and rested it on my clit.

  I tried to play hard to get to add to his fun, but as he pinched me, sending zings of electricity through my belly, I had to give in and parted my legs.

  One of his fingers slid into my pussy, taking me by surprise.

  “Wow, you’re hot and ready this morning,” he mumbled in my ear.

  He was right. Usually it took at least a couple of minutes of Jon stroking my clit to get me this slick and ready for him.

  “Plants obviously turn you on. I’ll have to remember that.”

  Jon licked my shoulder blade while thrusting his finger gently inside me. I spread my legs apart farther, raised my bottom up to him, leaned over slightly, and placed my hands on the windowsill, bracing for what was to come.

  I was watching my neighbor wipe sweat off his chest as Jon’s cock slid into me. I almost moaned. I’d be thinking how big and long the guy next door’s cock was and how long it would take him to send me over the edge.

  Jon placed both of his hands on my breasts as he started to thrust. I lifted my bottom up even higher as Jon slid his hands to my hips. He thrust harder, his thighs slapping into my butt.

  I looked out the window as I gripped its sill tighter, hoping the guy hadn’t headed indoors. Nope, he was now sitting in a chair with his legs wide apart. I licked my lips, focusing on his crotch. There was quite the bulge there. I took a guess he was a big boy where it mattered the most. I pretended it was his cock and not Jon’s that was now deep inside me. I did moan this time.

  Role-playing was all it took for me to climax. I’ve never used fantasy during sex so I was pleasantly surprised just how well it worked. It was a great orgasm. My pussy quivered. My legs shook and I held on to the sill as I sensed Jon was on the brink of ecstasy too. He held me close and kissed the back of my neck as he found his release.

  “Jeez,” he said, sliding out of me. “Your pussy really gripped my cock today. That was great.”

  I turned around and threw my arms around him.

  In a way, my fantastic orgasm hadn’t been caused by Jon. I started to feel guilty about what I’d just done.

  “I had a mind-blowing orgasm.”

  “Um, so maybe we should do it this way all the time now.”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’d love to give you another one, but I gotta go. However, I have three surprises for you.”

  “What—”

  He put his finger on my lips.

  “I’ll phone you from New York and tell you about the first one.”

  He kissed me good-bye.

  “I’m going to miss you,” I said.

  “I’ll miss you too, but it’s only for a week. You be good, okay? Don’t work too hard in the garden.”

  He walked over to the chair, grabbed his clothes, put them on, and walked out the door.

  I should have followed him, waved good-bye to him when his car made its way down the road, but I didn’t.

  I turned back to the window.

  Maybe I’d head outside and do some gardening today.

  Chapter Two

  Monday I had a bad day. First of all my car wouldn’t start, and then when I got to work my first client canceled our appointment. And it was sweltering hot again.

  “Jon gone to New York this week?” asked one of my coworkers.

  “Yep, he should be halfway there by now.”

  “So what are you getting up to while he’s gone?”

  “I thought I’d go home and do some gardening.”

  I didn’t feel like eating when I got home so I headed upstairs, changed into my sundress, and was putting away my work clothes when the phone rang.

  I walked over to it, plonked myself down on the bed, and picked it up.

  “Hello.”

  “Is this the sexiest girl in the world?”

  It was Jon.

  “I arrived safely in New York and I’ve just got to my hotel room so I thought I’d call you and tell you about your first surprise.”

  “Okay, I’m listening.”

  “Open up the top drawer of your bedside table.”

  I leaned over and did as he said.

  �
�Okay, done that.”

  “Underneath your assortment of your many naughty books, you’ll find a box. Take it out.”

  Now I was intrigued. I lifted my books and, sure enough, there was a box stashed underneath. When had he placed it there? Must have been yesterday while I was in the shower.

  “Okay, I’ve got the box.”

  “Open it up.”

  I lifted the lid and saw it was a vibrator called Mr. Big.

  “Mr. Big.”

  “Yep, he’s going to stand in for me while I’m in New York.”

  “Okay, I’ll let you know how he compares.”

  “I’m going to hear how he compares because you’re going to put me on speakerphone while you have some fun with him. I want you to describe everything you’re doing and everything you’re feeling.”

  This really wasn’t a surprise. It was typical Jon. When we first met he told me he wanted to watch me masturbate. I was hesitant at first but after I got over my inhibition, I started to enjoy it as much, if not more than he did. Most of the time he just sits in the chair opposite the bed and watches me go to work. Sometimes he strokes his cock as I play with my clit. Sometimes we have sex after, sometimes we don’t.

  I put the phone in its cradle and switched over to speakerphone.

  “Okay, you’re on speakerphone.”

  “Now take out Mr. Big and get to know him.”

  “I’m taking him out, and my, he looks…well, big.”

  “And don’t worry because I already put the batteries in for you.”

  I held the vibrator in my hand. All my friends rave about these things, but me, I’ve never tried one but have to admit my pussy was getting excited about meeting Mr. Big.

  I stood up and took off my underwear and threw it on the floor.

  “I’ve just removed my panties and I’m back on the bed. I’m leaning back on my pillow,” I told Jon.

  “Are you naked?”

  “No, I’m wearing one of my sundresses.”

  “Hitch it up around your waist for me.”

  “Hitched up,” I said.

  “Now spread your legs wide apart.”

  I did that and glanced at myself in the mirror. This was such a turn-on. Only someone like Jon could think of a scenario like this.

  “I’m going to stroke myself before I get to know Mr. Big.”

  “Perfect.”

  I stroked my clit a couple of times and then let my finger slide deep inside me.

  “Okay, I’m nice and wet and Mr. Big is getting impatient so he wants to get to work.”

  I held the vibrator and eased it inside my pussy.

  “Mr. Big is in my pussy and he feels so good. Oh, and I know why they call him big.”

  “Jeez, this is more of a turn-on than I imagined. And does he feel better than me?”

  “Jon, sorry to say, he’s bigger than you are.”

  “Don’t get spoiled because once I’m back home, no more vibrators, okay?”

  “I’m turning it on now.”

  The sensation took me by surprise.

  “Jon, I don’t think I’m going to be able to talk for much longer. Mr. Big has lots of talent.”

  “Okay, I’ll just sit here and listen to any sound you make.”

  I pushed the vibrator deeper inside me and relaxed back on the bed.

  I thrust it in and out a few times and spread my legs even wider. I squeezed my butt muscles as I felt my pussy start to tingle. I sensed a big orgasm heading my way.

  I moaned and flexed my toes as the first one hit me. I shouted out when the second climax took me and had to roll over on my side when the third one made me scream.

  I wanted more but didn’t think my pussy and body were quite up to it. I’d never had three such intense orgasms in such a short period of time. I switched it off and got my breathing back to a normal rate.

  “You there, babe?”

  “Jon, you made a big mistake because this thing is going to spoil me.”

  “I heard you. I bet your neighbors did too.”

  “So what’s my next surprise?”

  “Patience, my dear girl, but I will be phoning again tomorrow night. I want to listen to you and Mr. Big again.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I switched off the speakerphone and was thinking about a shower to cool myself down when I heard the doorbell ring.

  I jumped up, pulled my panties back on, and ran down the stairs. I opened the door to find my new neighbor standing there.

  “Hello, I’m sorry I haven’t introduced myself before. I’m Andy Chamberlin from next door.”

  “April Weston,” I said, extending my hand.

  My heart was beating and my pussy was wet, and not because of my recent rendezvous with the vibrator. He was more gorgeous up close and I decided then and there I was going to have sex with him.

  “I hate to bother you, but the freezer part of my refrigerator seems to have died on me and it’s stacked full of frozen dinners. Would you have any spare room in your freezer until I get it fixed?”

  I knew I only had a few items in there. I’m a great cook and make everything from scratch, but even if I didn’t, I would have thrown some food out just to get him inside the house.

  “Sure, that will be fine.”

  “I’ll just pop and get them and be right back.”

  * * * * *

  He arrived fifteen minutes later with a couple of supermarket bags overflowing with frozen food.

  “If you’re wondering why I own so much frozen food…truth is, this bachelor can’t cook to save his life.”

  He set everything down on the kitchen table and that’s when I noticed a stain on the front of his shirt.

  “Is something leaking in one of the bags?” I asked him, pointing to the round brown stain.

  “Shit, will you look at that, it’s the Thai sauce. It must have already started to defrost.”

  “Let’s get these into the freezer and then we’ll take care of the stain.”

  I held the door open while he loaded everything into my freezer. I was about to get a sponge for his shirt when I saw him removing it.

  Phew, was this my lucky night or what? His chest was muscular, covered in light brown hair that went all the way down the middle of his stomach and beyond the waistband on his pants. How much farther, I hoped I’d find out very soon.

  I opened the freezer door again, hoping it would cool me down, but it didn’t.

  “Here, let me,” I said, taking the shirt from him.

  I took it to the sink and dabbed at the stain.

  “This is all very nice of you,” he said.

  “It’s what neighbors are for… Hey, it looks like you’re in luck because this stain is coming out.”

  “Fantastic. Look, I’ve got to get home to do some work for a presentation I’m giving tomorrow, but how about I bring dessert and a bottle of wine round here tomorrow night as a way of saying thank you?”

  “Sounds perfect because I’m on my own. My boyfriend’s in New York all week,” I said, handing him the shirt.

  Chapter Three

  I couldn’t concentrate at work the next day. I knew I wanted sex with my neighbor.

  If he made a move, would I take the bait? Or would I just go for it and make the first move?

  I hurried home, showered, and put on the halter-neck dress I’d bought in Mexico the year before.

  Andy arrived at 8 p.m. with a bottle of wine and a tiramisu from the local Italian deli. He looked more tempting than ever in his tight jeans, T-shirt, and that just out of the shower look. His face was slightly flushed, his hair still damp and slicked back. I got a whiff of his woodsy aftershave as he walked by me.

  “My freezer’s being fixed tomorrow so I should have my stuff out of your way by the evening.”

  “It’s no problem, really.”

  He opened the wine and poured me a glass.

  I was tempted to drink it down
in one gulp, but didn’t. If I was going to have sex, which I hoped I was, I wanted to be in control and savor every second of it.

  We sat down on the couch.

  “How long do you think this can go on?” he asked.

  Had he guessed I was lusting after him? He must have seen my puzzled expression.

  “I mean this heat,” he said.

  “Oh, that. They say another three days.”

  “And opening the windows doesn’t even help.”

  “No, I’ve tried that.”

  “Yeah, like the other morning…when you and your boyfriend were having sex.”

  He’d caught me off guard.

  “Were we that loud?”

  “You were.”

  Okay, it was time to be perfectly honest.

  “You want to know why?”

  “You mean you’re not usually that vocal?”

  “No, I was watching you and imagined I was having sex with you.”

  He didn’t say anything.

  He turned around to face me and ran his finger down my cheek.

  “I’ve been watching you every time you’ve been out in the garden. And I overheard you talking Sunday night on your phone while you were outside. I just happened to hear that your boyfriend was going out of town. The truth is, my freezer isn’t broken. It was my excuse to come around here and meet you.”

  “So it’s been mutual lusting.”

  The next thing I knew we were kissing and then heading up the stairs to my bedroom, undressing on the way.

  By the time we got to the bed, he was only wearing his jeans. As for me, I was just standing there in my panties.

  He slid his hands inside my underwear, rested his palms on my bottom, and then gave a good tug. My panties now sat on the floor. I grabbed the zipper on his jeans and yanked it down. I put my hand inside and discovered he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I got hold of his cock. Well, I tried to. I don’t have small hands, but they were too small to fit all the way around his shaft.

  “If this is anything to go on, I don’t think you’re going to disappoint me,” I said.

  He kissed me and then pushed me down on the bed and moved my legs apart.