The Other Guy: A Textdoor Neighbor Romance

by Van Wyk, Jennifer

  “All night sounds good. Think I’ll start with getting rid of this pesky underwear that is in the way.”

  “What about my bra?”

  “That, too.”

  “And your boxers?”

  “Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” I joke as I strip us of our last tiny scraps of clothing. Lying next to her, both of us completely naked and vulnerable, I drag my fingertip up her sternum and over the swell of her breast. Slowly, I trace a tiny circle around the center before I take it in my mouth. Sucking and licking, biting gently then easing the ache and sucking hard. Smiling when she squirms beneath me.

  “So impatient.”

  “Jack… oh my gosh. I shouldn’t like this so much.”

  I don’t know why not. I’m having a great fucking time.

  Rather than respond, I continue working her up, switching to the other breast to give it some attention as well. I lift up on my knees and straddle her. I know my hardness brushes against her and that she loves it. She moans. Loudly. Continues squirming and gripping the comforter and saying my name in this low and sultry voice I’ve never heard before. But can’t wait to hear a million more times.

  Then I press her breasts together, teasing and sucking on them at the same time. She fists the hair that’s longer on the top of my head and tugs. It sends a shockwave of pleasure through me and I know if she keeps making these sounds and clawing at me the way she is, when I am finally inside her, I’m not going to last.

  I need to press the brakes but I don’t have it in me to do anything but keep moving forward.

  “Jack. Holy shit. I’m gonna…”

  She doesn’t finish her sentence as she presses her hot center against my leg and basically humps me. I reach between us and find her wet and ready for me but she’s not in the mood to wait.

  The roar that comes from her has to have started in her toes for how loud and deep it is. Echoing off the walls of my bedroom, I have a hard time not allowing my eyes to widen at the sound coming out of her tiny body.

  When she comes back down, she’s breathing heavy and has a light sheen of sweat glistening off her forehead.

  I am about to open my mouth to say… what, I have no idea, because I’ve never seen a woman have such a powerful orgasm before and I really just want to sit up and beat on my chest but I kind of think that’d be a dick move.

  But I don’t have to worry about our next actions because Sierra, she’s on the move. And she knows what she wants.

  And lucky for me?

  What she wants is me.

  And she has her sights set on what she was feeling straining to get close to her just minutes ago. With my back to the mattress and her body hovering over me, she plays, her face centimeters from my hardness as she allows her thumb to roll over the tip, her hand closing around me as she pumps up and down.

  Seconds, minutes, not nearly enough time passes before her patience grows thin and she’s rising up on her knees after crawling up my body, allowing her breasts to drag against me.

  “Condom?”

  “Drawer. Nightstand.”

  She reaches over and pulls out a string, raising an eyebrow as she lets it dangle above me. I grin shamelessly and rip one off the end. She takes it from me and opens it up, slowly removes it from the foil, tosses the wrapping on the floor, and slides it over me.

  She’s about to climb on, but I can’t stop myself from taking over. I position myself between her legs after rolling us over and rub my tip against her center. She moans. I drop my forehead to the crook of her neck. She whispers my name and scratches her nails up and down my back. I use every ounce of willpower I have not to plunge hard and fast and deep.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” she says.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Stop asking me that,” she snaps.

  “Got it,” I tell her and without warning, I do what I was struggling not to do earlier. I press forward and drive in fast. Root to tip, I’m all the way inside her and connected in the most intimate way two people can connect. Our eyes lock and her legs quiver before she wraps them tightly around my waist. I hold the back of one knee and start to move. A steady pace, not too fast but not too slowly either.

  I bend low, my back arching as I kiss her cheek and jaw, panting next to her ear then snaking my tongue out to taste her neck.

  Sierra’s fingers flex against my back muscles and I let out a growl when I feel her walls squeeze against me.

  I push up on my hands so I can look down at her as our bodies move together. Her hips thrust up as I press in harder, grunting and moaning. My name on her lips. Her name on mine.

  “Can you come again?” I ask her and she nods frantically.

  “If we just…” She slides one hand over my shoulder, down my bicep, down my forearm, over her breasts, and up into her mouth where she slips her finger inside, swirling her tongue around it. I almost come right then, my eyes laser focused on the actions of the seductress that’s currently laid out before me. Finger wet, she travels down her belly until she presses against herself, rubbing in circles. The entire time, her eyes are glued to mine and when I look back at her, it’s all either of us can handle.

  “Oh, shit,” she cries out and clamps down around me as I thrust in and out quickly. I allow the tip to slip almost all the way out before slamming back inside her and she cries out my name, arching her back. “I’m there, Jack. I’m there again.”

  “Yeah,” I grunt and don’t stop moving. Not for a single second. Couldn’t stop or slow down even if I wanted to.

  “You with me?” she asks, her words coming out choppy and breathless.

  “I’m with you,” I tell her and then no more words need to be spoken because we’re coming together and it’s intense and glorious and everything I knew it would be and more.

  I reluctantly pull out and roll over next to her as we both suck in our breath, our hands over each other’s sides to keep contact with one another but not having the energy to do anything more than that.

  “So that was something…” Sierra says in awe.

  “Sure was.”

  “I think we’re going to need regular repeats of this.”

  “Agree.” I lean over her, my elbow in the mattress next to her head, and kiss her on the lips. “Be back. Gonna deal with this.”

  “Okay,” she says quietly and damn it’s hard to get out of bed with her lying there, hair a mess all over the pillow and a sweet look on her face. Her big eyes staring up at me as a blush tinges her cheeks.

  “Beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her quickly then getting out of bed. “Don’t move.”

  “Okay,” she says again.

  I dispose of the condom and clean myself up as I run a washcloth under the faucet. When I return, she grabs it from me and takes care of it on her own then excuses herself to use the bathroom.

  After turning off the light, she comes back to bed and climbs in next to me. I pull her close, kiss her forehead, give her a light squeeze.

  “Night, Sierra.”

  “Night, Jack.”

  We drift off to sleep quickly and it’s not lost on me that the last time I was this comfortable in my own bed was when Sierra was here.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  SIERRA

  Wandering hands wake me up. It’s definitely not a bad way to start my day, though. The room is still shrouded in darkness and I slowly let my eyes adjust so I can see Jack clearly.

  I think he’s fondling me in his sleep.

  He’s making noises and touching me and… oh. my. gosh.

  He’s basically humping my leg.

  His erection is pressed up against my thigh and his hips are moving.

  What am I supposed to do in this situation? Wake him up? Let him finish? Join the party? Is he dreaming and has no idea he’s doing it?

  I feel like I need to at least try to wake him up, let him know that if he’s wanting to get something started, which he seems to be, that I’m more than ready to participate as well.

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nbsp; “Jack,” I whisper and he responds by gripping my right breast, hard, and moaning my name.

  “Jack,” I say a little louder this time and his head jerks up from where it was resting against my arm.

  He looks around the room in confusion, down at his hand then down at where his legs have my one leg trapped. His eyes widen and he scrambles up to sitting.

  “Holy shit.”

  “Have a nice dream, did you?”

  I wish it wasn’t dark in here so I could see if his cheeks took on color or not. He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, about that…”

  “No worries.”

  “Was I, um… you know… on you?”

  He gestures to himself then to my leg. I shrug and place a hand on his chest. “It’s okay. Not a terrible way to wake up.”

  He drops his face into his hands and groans. “I cannot believe I did that.”

  “Were you dreaming?”

  He lifts his head and glares at me. “What do you think? Of course I was dreaming. A rather good dream, too.”

  “The way I see it, then, is that we have two choices. We can either continue to dwell on this and you can be embarrassed even though you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Or… we can finish what you started.” I let my hand slide over his firm stomach and down that sexy V that I’ve never cared about before, but now it’s right there for me to ogle. Now I can’t stop.

  “There really are no secrets between us now, are there?”

  “Nope.” I grin but refuse to think about only a week ago when I was sick in front of him. I also can hardly believe that was only a week ago. Though, we’ve spent a lot of time together in that short week, I’m sure to some, we’ve moved fast. Good thing I don’t care what people think. “Last night you wouldn’t let me be on top. It’s my turn.”

  He smiles and rolls to his back, placing his hands behind his head. The lean muscles this man has is almost intimidating. He’s probably one of those annoying people who will stay thin their entire lives even if they eat fast food for every meal. “Have your way with me, sweetheart.”

  I wiggle with excitement and climb over him, gripping him between us. I don’t give him open mouth kisses because… well, neither of us brushed our teeth before we passed out last night and morning breath isn’t sexy. I don’t care how much I want him or he wants me, there are some things that shouldn’t be experienced between a new couple. I do, however, pepper his face with kisses before moving down his body, doing the same along the way.

  Gripping him in my hand, I start to center myself above him but he stops me. “Condom,” he mutters.

  I feel like an idiot. Not because he doesn’t trust me enough, but that I didn’t even think of it. “Right.”

  He’s definitely right. My ex was messing around on me for God knows how long. Birth control doesn’t keep both of us safe so I need to be tested, even though Jeff and I only used condoms. I don’t want to risk it.

  “I’m due to get tested, too,” he tells me and I wrinkle my nose.

  “This isn’t sexy talk.”

  “Sexy or not, it’s necessary. If we’re going to be together, we need to be open with each other. I’ve never gone without a condom, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to risk it for you.”

  “Yeah, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to go without but still… it’s good for us to make sure.”

  “You’ve never trusted anyone enough?” he asks.

  I shake my head, my ratty bed head moving against my shoulders. I’m sure I have mascara under my eyes, too. But the way he’s looking up at me, I feel beautiful, despite the fact that we fell asleep without doing anything as far as bedtime rituals go.

  “But you just about mounted up without one,” he gently reminds me.

  I trail my fingers along the smattering of hair that runs down the center of his waist, dipping into the waistband of his boxers if he were wearing them. Thankfully, he isn’t. “I guess I trust you.”

  “If I wasn’t already hard, that would have made me get there fast.”

  I laugh and reach over, nabbing a condom and making quick work of putting it on him. I raise up and position him where I need him, lowering slowly onto him.

  “Holy hell,” I moan, throwing my head back. The ends of my hair brushes against my butt cheeks and his thighs. His hand slides up my back and fists it, tugging slightly. It makes me cry out in both pleasure and pain and I want him to do it again but can’t get the words to form on my lips.

  “Yeah.”

  I dip forward, placing my hands on his chest and getting to work. Swiveling my hips as I slam up and down on him. He grips my hips and keeps me working, staring at our connection between us. Jack pushes the back of his head into the pillow and looks like he’s straining to maintain his composure. He needs to let loose but isn’t ready yet.

  “Fucking mornings. I’ve been hard and ready for you for what feels like hours,” he growls. “You feel so good. Too good, sweetheart. Perfect. Fits me perfect.”

  “Oh, shit,” I moan and try to hold back myself. But I just spent the last several hours wrapped up in Jack and both of us were completely naked. I woke up hot for him, too. He slipped in easily, my body more than ready.

  I raise up on my haunches and place my hands on his thighs, bringing us to a different angle. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

  “I can’t…” I pant and curse myself for not being in better shape but it’s a lot of work first thing in the morning. My thighs are burning and sweat is beading on my forehead. My arms feel like jelly. He seems to understand what I need and slides his hands under my butt cheeks and helps me.

  The noises that we’re making are blending together as one. Loud and animalistic. Soft and whimpering. Our bodies strain to be closer, even though we’re as close as two people can be. My fingers grip his thighs, his on my butt. I hope we both have finger marks left on our skin tomorrow and next week and the week after.

  I shift so my knees are once again pressed into the mattress, eager to lay my eyes on him again. The whiskers on his face, the small mole under his left eye, the slight part of his full lips.

  I’m panting and staring and can hardly move because he’s reaching a spot inside me that hasn’t been discovered by anyone else. I’m trembling above him, my heart about to beat straight out of my chest.

  “So good,” I whisper.

  “Sierra,” he growls. “Fuck it,” he says suddenly and thrusts up, his hips moving at such a speed that I can only hang on.

  It doesn’t take either of us but thirty more seconds to come. He holds me down onto him, wrapping his strong arms around my back and pinning me to his chest.

  “It just gets better.”

  “It does,” he agrees gruffly.

  We lie here long enough to calm our breathing and for him to begin to soften.

  “I think we need to clean up,” he says, tugging me with him to the bathroom to do our thing. The toilet in his room is behind a hideaway door so I’m able to do my business in private while he waits his turn.

  He turns on the shower and we brush our teeth while we wait for the water to warm up then climb in.

  Nothing about showering with Jack feels unnatural or cumbersome. Like everything else, it feels normal. Like it’s something we’ve been doing together for years.

  Three days ago that scared me.

  But somehow, in the time between my freak-out when he was bringing me to Uncle Kyle’s and last night when he showed up for our date, the butterflies that have remained in my stomach aren’t from nerves. But rather from excitement of the possibilities of what my future — our future together — brings.

  After we get out of the shower, we check the weather, grateful it doesn’t appear to be snowing anymore. March snowstorms seem like such a slap to the face. When other parts of the country are celebrating spring break weather, it feels like Michigan is stuck in an endless winter.

  “I saw we’re supposed to get a warm up this week.”


  “Really?” I ask, standing in his kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee wearing only his t-shirt.

  “Yeah. It’ll be a huge mess for a few weeks with all the snow that dumped on us lately, but it sounds like the weather is finally turning.”

  “Oh my gosh, that’s awesome. I love the change of the seasons and even getting snow, but I’m so ready for warmth and green grass.”

  He nods. “Yeah, me, too. Want some French toast?”

  “Absolutely.”

  We work together and whisk the eggs, adding in milk and cinnamon then melt some butter in a skillet. After dipping the bread in the eggs, Jack gets to work making the toast while I fry up some sausage links.

  “I got a text from Kyle this morning. He said everything was good with Toby. He’s going to church then lunch with Rebecca if we want to join them.”

  “Rebecca?”

  “Oh, yeah, I haven’t really told you yet!” I go on to explain his relationship with Rebecca and the entire time he’s listening, he’s smiling.

  “Kyle, the old dog,” he teases.

  “I know. I love it for him, though. He deserves to be happy.”

  “He does. I agree. Hand me that plate, will you? I’ll put these on and work on the others.”

  I hand him the plate then get another for me to put the sausage on, line it with a paper towel and set it aside so it’s ready when I’ll need it.

  “I also didn’t tell you something else.”

  He flips a piece of toast and turns his head in my direction. “What’s that?”

  “The day that I was at Balance? I was running errands with Uncle Kyle.”

  He grins. “Your favorite thing.”

  “Right. Anyway, he needed me to sign some papers. When I was born he started a savings account in my name and he wanted to transfer the money to me. Well, actually, he wanted to tell me about the account first.”

  “He hadn’t told you yet?” he asks, removing the last of the toast from the skillet and placing it on the plate with the rest. I finish up the sausage and put it on the plate also and he brings both to the table.