Lucky Neighbor

by Gage Grayson

  She tries to object. “Marcus, not now. We can’t.”

  “Why not?” I say.

  “Because you’re just some guy to me, that’s why. Do you think I get into bed with every man I meet? Obviously, you have me painted all wrong,” she says.

  I release her a little, just enough to give her some breathing space.

  Then I say, my mouth right against hers, so close we’re breathing the same air, “You tormented me at the jail. I wanted you so fucking bad, and you left me hanging. You were quite a naughty girl. Now I think it’s time you pay for your little deed.”

  Again, she tries to resist me, but I pin her hands above her head and back her up against the wall.

  “I’ll have you begging for it. That I promise you,” I say confidently.

  I kiss her long and deep, and finally, she relents. She’s kissing me back. I bring one of her hands down to feel my hard cock. Then I unzip and let it out.

  She looks down and takes in the sight of my enormous length. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips in anticipation.

  Damn fucking right. I know she wants me bad. No one can resist my cock. She’s fucking lucky to have it on offer.

  I pull her tank top off, then unclasp her bra to reveal perfect tits. All the while, I’m kissing her roughly.

  “You’re going to pay for what you did to me, Katy. You deserve it,” I say through clenched teeth.

  “Never,” she says, fierce and defiant. “You know I can escape whatever situation I’m in.”

  I cinch her hands again tightly above her head so that she can’t move.

  “Trust me,” I say, breathing down her neck. “Once you’ve tasted my cock, you’ll never want to escape again.”

  I slide my hand down into her pants and begin to stroke her sopping wet pussy. I sink my fingers deep inside of her until I find her G-spot. She moans in pleasure, and I know that I have her right where she needs to be: in a position to come quickly.

  Once I make Katy come, she’ll never want to run away from me again. She’ll be my little slave―exactly how I want it.

  No woman has ever been able to deny me sex. Even though Katy doesn’t know that I’m a billionaire, everything else about me screams muscle, stature, and power.

  She’s obviously not swayed by money because my posh little apartment is enough for her. Most women practically come before the elevator door opens up to my penthouse. They all have dollar signs in their eyes, and it’s obvious what they’re after.

  They want my cock, and they want my money. It’s so superficial and transparent. That’s why I lose interest quickly.

  But from the beginning, Katy’s been a challenge. And it turns me on and intrigues me that I’ve found a woman with such strength. It only makes me want to break her down harder. To make her submit.

  I want her to know that for as strong and empowered as she is, I’m stronger. I want her to know that with me, she has to let go and to give up control.

  She’s breathing heavily as I finger her. I rub my fingers against her G-spot and slide my thumb in a circle around her clit.

  I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth. I have her held tightly against the wall.

  Soon, her legs make their way up around my waist, and she grips me tightly with them. I know she likes my fingers working magic on her secret spots, but ultimately, she’s craving my rock-hard cock.

  “Please, Marcus,” she breathes. “Please just fuck me.”

  “See, it didn’t take you long to start begging for it. I knew you would. They all do,” I say back to her.

  She doesn’t seem to hear me, as she’s in a world far removed from this one. I feel her come around my hand because her pussy swells and tightens and pulses against me.

  She’s coming hard, almost violently. Her body is shaking, and she goes limp. She can barely keep her legs up around my waist. My body, pinning her to the wall, is her only source of strength.

  I’m virtually holding her up with my one arm. She weighs barely anything. She’s so slight and yet her breasts are big and beautiful.

  I continue fingering her, extending her orgasm. But this time I need a taste.

  I lean down and suck on her nipple, getting harder and harder with every twist of my tongue. I bite and torture both her tits, causing her to scream my name louder and louder.

  “Marcus, fuck, yeah. I’m coming!”

  “I know, baby. I can feel it. Just let it go.”

  She comes, her body slightly vibrating. I release her hands from above her head, and she sinks down to the floor. I know she’s never been had like that before―and she hasn’t even felt my cock inside of her.

  “Baby, you can’t rest now. There is so much more to do. Don’t you want to feel me inside of you?”

  She’s so tired and spent from just that. It’s a happy sight for me. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s to pleasure a woman.

  I don’t think Katy expected it. I don’t think she saw herself begging for it so quickly―or even at all. I can tell she’s underestimated me, which is such a naughty thing to do.

  Just when I think that I’ll have to rouse her back to life, she looks up at me with a defiant expression. Then she climbs to her knees and starts to lick my cock.

  I press both my hands against the wall in order to give myself some strength. The feeling of her tongue sliding along my shaft is just too good―mostly because I’m anticipating how it’ll feel gliding down her throat.

  She makes it nice and wet before using her hand to encircle it up and down. Fuck. If just her handjob is this good, I can only imagine what other talents must live inside her.

  Katy is a force to be reckoned with, and I’m learning that in the most intriguing of ways. Just when I thought I had her spent, she’s come up for round two.

  She’s tenacious as hell and provocative, too. She’s a woman like no other. And she proves it when she spits on my cock to make it nice and slippery, ready for me to slide right down her throat.

  Chapter 9

  Katy

  I’m getting his massive cock nice and slippery.

  I’m preparing to give him my full submission.

  It’s as if I’m hypnotized by the length and the girth of his giant cock. I forget myself, and I forget the fact that I’m supposed to be resisting him.

  I just can’t deny myself for one second longer the pleasure of having his huge, heavy cock deep down my throat.

  I came in here to masturbate, to blow off some steam. But instead, he caught me, and he made me erupt in a way that I have never felt before. I mean, he made me come like three times just with his fingers.

  And I know he thinks that because of that…I’m his.

  But he’s wrong. This is all for me. This is what I want.

  And when I’m done, I’ll let him go so easily, just like I have all the others.

  I don’t get committed to anyone. And he’s not going to be the exception.

  I don’t care how gorgeous his cock is. I don’t care how much I want to taste it and devour it for all the days of my life. I can resist.

  I have to resist.

  I let him think he’s in control. I’m the one on my knees, giving him the best handjob I can give, getting ready to take that cock down my throat.

  From his bird’s eye view, I must look like the weaker sex, but from my position, I have his cock at my disposal.

  He’s got this domination thing all wrong. I’m in control to matter what. And I gain that control by making him think that he’s the one doing it.

  The time has come for me to feast. I open wide and take his cock down my throat. Soon, he grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock into my mouth, fucking my mouth, trying to make me pay for when I humiliated him in the jail.

  He thrusts so hard that my eyes water. It’s all too much, and yet I don’t gag. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I am weak under the power of his cock. I refuse to gag.

  “You want it, Katy, don’t you? Thi
s is what you’ve been dreaming of your whole fucking life,” he says to me harshly.

  I can’t deny that what he says is true. I’ve dreamt of the day this would happen, the day when I would meet a man whose vigor and tenacity could equal my own. And I’ve known the perfect cock was waiting for me somewhere.

  Is it wrong that I care more about that than who he is inside?

  He’s pumping into me so damn hard. His giant member is hitting the back of my throat, and god, it’s like my greatest pleasure.

  I want him. That much is sure. I need this cock ever deeper into whatever hole he desires.

  I’ll never admit my aching need to him. But he probably senses it by the way I’m so eager to take him in.

  “Open your throat, Katy. Open it wider.” He’s gasping as he says it.

  I do as he says, and somehow, he’s able to slide it in another inch or so.

  I can already tell from this short experience that he’s the best I’ve ever had. I already know my feelings of want and desire for him are going further than they should.

  But I’m not going to back up now. I need this. I need him.

  “Fuck, Katy, that’s so good. Just like that.”

  I moan around his cock because I have to. I feel like I could come again under the weight and force of him. He’s so hot, and this is the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen.

  I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second. I have to get off again. I just have to.

  I moan and cry in pleasure around his cock, and that spurs him on even more. He’s plunging it hard into my mouth, and I take it all without one single gag.

  I don’t care if I can’t breathe. I don’t care if I ever breathe again. I just need more of him inside of me.

  I start to furiously finger my clit.

  Please, god, release some of the pressure.

  It’s like I’m a volcano that can’t stop erupting.

  I look up at him as best I can and see that he’s smiling down at me with a wicked sort of grin, happy to see that I can’t help but pleasure myself while taking him in.

  “Good girl,” he says. “Do what you have to do, baby. Is my cock so much for you that you just have to come?”

  He’s tormenting me, of course. How could he not?

  He finally knows that yes, he’s my dominant. I would do whatever he asks right now. I have totally forgotten myself, and all I can think of is coming for him.

  It’s intoxicating, and I realize he has secret powers of seduction that I wasn’t aware were possible.

  He’s sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I’m looking up at him from my place on the floor, fingering myself.

  For a second, our eyes meet, and it’s like fire. We both recognize the moment. We are both taken aback by how strong the connection is.

  Though I’ll never admit it, I know this is more than sex. I know there’s something else here.

  He feels it too. I’m certain. But neither of us will admit the truth.

  We’re connected now in an unspeakable way of pleasure and torment and sex, all rolled into one.

  He glances down at me again. I see that fire in his eyes, his scorching hot desire, and it makes me come right then and there. I cry out around his cock, and he knows what’s happening to me as I convulse.

  The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth and spraying his hot load all over my tits and my face.

  I want it. I love it. I lap up every last drop of it.

  And with this, he knows that I’ve totally surrendered to him.

  I’ll be passive and subdued as long as it means experiencing him in this way again and again. Our simultaneous orgasm does nothing to make me want him less. Instead, he’s fanned the flames.

  I scoop up every last drop of cum from my tits and my face, and he watches as I lick my fingers.

  I know I’m in a dangerous position, allowing him to see me so vulnerable. He probably thinks I’m one of his bitches, one of the sluts he picks up every night. I know the type; he’s a playboy for sure.

  And instead of holding my cards close to my chest, I’ve given everything away by admitting my appetite for him. I can’t hide it. I tried.

  Who would have thought? Katy―the consummate escape artist, the lone wolf, the hacker genius. But I can’t hide from him. I don’t understand what kind of power he’s wielding over me, but for some reason, my usual tactics of pretending to be someone I’m not, of hiding my true nature, aren’t working on him.

  He seems to see through me as clearly as he would a window. I’m transparent like glass. What’s happening to me?

  I need to pull away. I should go. I should vanish from his life.

  I start to gather my clothes to get up to leave the bathroom, but once again, he doesn’t let me.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Katy? We’re just getting started. I know you want more, and I’ve only begun to show you just how good it can be,” he says.

  I stumble over my words. “I should go, Marcus. Really, this is going too far. I should be getting back to…” My voice trails off because in truth, I have nowhere else to go, nowhere to be.

  He sees through my lie because he sees through me so easily. I’m tempted to stay. And for a moment, my life is like the metaphor of two roads diverging in the woods…which way will I go?

  I want him badly, yes. But I have a life and an identity to protect. I already feel as if Marcus is a danger zone.

  I could get so wrapped up in him that I might forget myself. I mean, haven’t I already?

  I’ve worked too hard to become this person. I’ve worked too hard to let him have this kind of control over me.

  I’m strong. I’m talented. And above all, I don’t need anyone in my life.

  I can take care of myself.

  Every part of my mind is telling me to run away, but my intuition wants to stay. For once it would be nice to not have to care so much about hiding who I really am. To be a regular kind of woman, a normal girl who has nothing to hide and nowhere else to be.

  But that’s just not me. My truth is ever deeper, so much more complicated than that.

  I’ll never be a normal girl.

  And so, I try to run.

  Chapter 10

  Marcus

  She’s on her way towards the door.

  I watch her with amusement as she fumbles with the clasp of her bra.

  “You know I can help you with that,” I say, sure as ever that she won’t be leaving anytime soon.

  “No, no. You’ve done enough. You’ve been great, really. But I should be going. I have so much to do,” she says.

  I’ve never had a woman try to escape my presence before. Usually, they’re clamoring for more. Usually, they can’t get enough.

  But once again, Katy defies all expectations. She’s more different than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s incredibly independent, and she obviously leads a double life―activist by day, hacker by night.

  The fact that she’s leaving me, running away, makes me think that she has something more to hide―or that there’s more to her than meets the eye. I already know what her real work is, so what else is there to her?

  I never dreamed that spying on my hacker could be this much fun. Nor did I expect her to be so damn gorgeous.

  I have to have more of her.

  I walk lazily to the kitchen and pull out a bottle of wine. I’m not going to chase her down, but I will try to entice her back to my bed.

  “Katy, come on, you can’t leave without a drink. Stay with me for one glass of wine,” I offer.

  She looks into my eyes, and I can tell that she wants to stay and that she’s torn inside about what to do. I also know that I’m hedging all my bets on the fact that she will stay. If I let her walk out that door, there’s a good chance I may never see her again.

  Every time I want to be with her, I need to have my investigators find her, and this game is getting old. Somehow I have to figure out a way for her to let me into her life so that I can see exact
ly how she’s planning to target my company.

  She’s amazing, yes. But I have a mission to uphold. I won’t let anybody take down my business, not even this interesting girl with the pixie hair and the tight little body.

  But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in the process.

  I’m dying to take this all the way. I need to be inside of Katy…now.

  I walk over towards her, take her hand, and pull her back towards the kitchen.

  “Come on, one glass of wine. You need it after how many times you came,” I say, tempting her.

  She looks at me for a long while before saying, “Okay, fine. I’m not going to resist a nice Cabernet. I don’t really have any place to be anyway.”

  At last. A sliver of truth comes out of her mouth.

  “Good, now have a seat in front of the fire.” I point towards the soft rug and flip the fire on.

  This place is definitely missing all the bells and whistles of my penthouse. We’re drinking a mediocre bottle of wine, and I don’t have my chef preparing dinner. There’s virtually no view from this apartment, and I definitely wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Katy.

  I join her on the rug and pull into her for a kiss.

  She’s tentative, and I whisper, “Why are you holding back?”

  “I’m not used to…this.” She gestures around her at the apartment and the wine.

  If this is too different for her, I can only imagine how off-putting my penthouse and billionaire lifestyle would be.

  “You’re not used to being wined and dined?” I ask.

  “Listen, Marcus. I like you, but I think you should understand that I don’t have boyfriends. This can’t go much further,” she says.

  I put her wine down and gently push her back down upon the rug. I kiss her deeply and cup her tits in my hand.

  “Well, I don’t do girlfriends, so I guess that makes us the perfect match.” I breathe the words into her mouth as we kiss.

  With everything laid out on the table, I think she feels freer to be with me. She kisses me heartily now, as if she’s been craving it forever.