Her Big Neighbor

by Wylder, Penny

  I walk past him when he gestures for me to enter. “I have no idea. I got home and she basically started interrogating me and asked me if I was out being a whore and talk about mistakes coming back to haunt her. And she was drunker than I’ve ever seen her. She could barely stand up. So I forced her to go to bed.”

  He looks troubled. “Sounds like that’s a good call. Do you think she’ll tell you what happened?”

  “She’d better,” I sigh. “I’m tired of living in the dark on what has her so pissed off all the time. I’m pretty sure whatever it is also has a lot to do with why she quit her job and is starting this charity.”

  “Well you don’t have to worry about it for the moment.” Edward leads me into a comfortable living room, and I get to see in full what I only glimpsed before.

  The house is beautifully decorated in neutrals with a few darker colors for accents. Comfortable couches and bookshelves filled with books. “This is beautiful.”

  Edward chuckles. “Thank you. I can’t take any of the credit for it. My mom did the decorating, and I’ve only changed it a bit since they left. Would you like a drink?”

  “Nothing hard.”

  “Wine?”

  I nod. A glass of wine sounds nice right about now. Just enough to loosen up and forget about everything. Going back to the entryway, I slip off my shoes before curling up in a corner of one of the couches. God, I sink into it like I’m made to sit there. Forget about sex, I could probably have an orgasm from the way this couch is cradling my ass. Edward comes back and hands me a glass of wine. “Have you eaten?”

  “No. Just the coffee since breakfast. I didn’t even think about it, if I’m honest.” That same frustration that I felt when I found Mom bubbles up again. “I don’t want to think about anything for a while. That’s one of the reasons this afternoon was amazing. I mean, I know my life is good, and I don’t really have a reason to want to escape, but it felt good.”

  Edward sits on the other end of the couch. Within reach but not touching me. Yet. “Everyone has stress, everyone has problems. It’s not a bad thing to want to get away from those things for a while. Especially if you walk into something entirely unexpected. Like you mom being drunk and pretty unkind.”

  I take a sip of the wine, savoring the flavor. “I guess that’s true.” Edward is staring at me. “What?”

  One half of his mouth tips up into a smile. “I like looking at you.”

  I blush. “That’s not the reason you’re staring though.”

  “No,” he admits. “I have an idea, but I also don’t want to think that I’m just using you for sex.”

  Laughter bubbles up inside me and out. “I appreciate that. What’s your idea?”

  Edward takes a sip of his wine. “I order some food for the two of us, and then I take you upstairs and make you forget about everything but me.”

  I shiver. That sounds amazing, and exactly what I need right now. “Yes, please,” I say.

  “Any preference on the food?”

  “No,” I shake my head. “Honestly, I’m not even that hungry right now.”

  He grins. “You will be. I’ll make sure of it.” Within a minute he’s on his phone, typing away, and I’m drinking more of my wine. I don’t drink that often, so it’s not long till I feel the telltale relaxation in my body from the alcohol. It’s nice. Just a little bit of tension easing in my spine.

  I finish the glass before Edward is finished and set my glass on the coffee table. When he’s finished, he puts his phone on the table as well and holds his hand out for mine. “Ready?”

  “Yes.”

  Together we go upstairs, and I think that his bedroom might easily be one of the sexiest rooms I’ve ever seen. The walls are a dark navy, with pale wood furnishings standing out from the dark. A massive bed stands in the middle of the room like a monument, further emphasizing what we’re up here to do. And I’m all about it. Bring it on.

  Behind me, Edward presses a kiss to my shoulder. “No more thinking,” he says gently.

  Fingers find the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head, tossing it aside. His mouth finds my shoulder again with that same tender slowness that he used this afternoon. There’s a noise in the back of his throat. “This isn’t what you were wearing earlier.”

  “I didn’t know what we were going to do,” I say. “But I wanted to be prepared.”

  Edward turns me around and looks at my lacy bra. “That is sexy as fuck. But you know that your underwear doesn’t affect whether I want you, right?”

  I grin. “I know. But I like it.”

  “Then it’s perfect.”

  He backs me up to the bed and lays me back, continuing his slow perusal of my skin. “Are we doing what we talked about?”

  “Maybe some version of that,” he murmurs. “But you don’t need to think about it. Just feel.”

  He peels the sexy bra away and it joins my shirt on the floor. Patterns are drawn on my skin with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Sucking along my collarbone, he leaves trails of fire and tingling sensation wherever he goes. I reach out for him to pull his mouth closer to mine, but he doesn’t go for it.

  Grabbing my wrists, he gently pins them to the bed, and he smiles like he’s a cat eating a canary. “Close your eyes.”

  I do.

  The first brush of his tongue on my nipple makes both of them harden. Just a little flick that makes my breath catch in my throat before he covers it with his mouth and sucks deep. There’s teasing and circling biting, and pleasure pulls from down deep, pooling in my gut and spreading across my skin. I want more.

  I try to reach for him again, and I can’t. Edward still has my wrists, still maintaining his smooth and steady exploration. Fuck that’s hot. I’m not a woman who really likes to give up something. But a little control now and then can be nice. Especially when it’s like this, because it’s fucking hot.

  The sound he makes with my nipple in his mouth makes it seem like he’s tasting something amazing, which sends fire shooting straight to my pussy. If he wasn’t joking, and he won’t let me come before he gets there, this is going to be delectable torture because I’m already half-way there.

  When he releases me from his mouth, I think that he’s going to sink down further to the skin of my stomach, but he doesn’t, dragging his lips across to my other breast and consumes the other nipple. I groan. He chuckles, looking at me for a brief moment. “I’m all for symmetry.”

  “Damn you and your symmetry.”

  In response, he just sucks a little harder.

  I’ve never had anyone spend so much time on my breasts during sex. It’s not like I have a mountain of experience to compare to, but any attention here has been cursory at best, just moving down to the target zone. And generally I’m fine with that. But this is something entirely different. Something that Edward said earlier is echoing in my brain. Something about worshipping my body. That’s what this feels like.

  The graze of his teeth on my skin brings me back, and I find Edward looking up at me with those striking blue eyes. They’re playful, but they pin me in place. “You were thinking again.”

  I smile. “Yes, but at least it was about you.”

  He nips my skin again and grins. “All right. But if you’re able to drift off, I’m not doing my job well enough.”

  Edward releases my hands, and drags them down the sides of my body. His mouth follows slowly, drawing a slow, sensual back and forth across my ribs. “You’re taking your time,” I say.

  “When I said I wanted to taste all of you, I wasn’t kidding.”

  Oh.

  Soon enough he runs into the waistband of my pants, and instead of just getting rid of them, he toys with the edges, dipping his fingers inside and teasing with his lips. Rolling me over he continues his exploration on my back, kissing and licking my spine. Holy fuck I never thought that the spine was an erogenous zone, but I love the way that feels.

  Now he does peel off my jeans, revealing the sexy matching thong that I
have on. “Oh, I like that,” he says. “I still don’t care about what you wear, Julia, but damn.” I wiggle my hips, still trapped by my jeans, and his hands fall on my skin, squeezing. “You have an absolutely amazing ass.”

  “Are you an ass man?”

  “I’m an everything man. But if you’re asking would I take the opportunity to fuck your ass so I can see it spread open and stuffed with my hard cock, then the answer is yes.”

  Shit. Heat and arousal flood through me along with the image that he just painted in my mind. It makes it so that I can’t breathe, imagining that. “Wow.”

  Edward finishes stripping my jeans off my legs and I’m still caught wondering why I never even considered the idea of anal sex before. Probably because I’ve never had anyone that turns me on the way Edward does. Holy shit. His hands are on my ass again. “Do you like the sound of that?”

  My mouth is muffled where it’s pressed into the sheets. I’m clinging to the comforter for dear life. Because the arousal is taking over me. “Yes, I do.”

  I can feel his lips directly on the skin of my ass. “Does it turn you on? Imagining me fucking you here?” A finger brushes my asshole, right over the fabric of my thong. “Yes.” Fuck, it does.

  Edward’s mouth moves lower, brushing that sensitive place where my ass meets my thigh, and I’m shaking with the need for him now. All of a sudden this went from sensual and relaxing to sheer, overwhelming need. I’m covering the thong with my wetness, and I’m sure that he knows that, given how close his mouth is. I love his mouth, and the promise of it has me aching already.

  My thong slowly slides down as he peels it away. It joins the pile of the rest of my clothes, leaving me completely naked under his hands. “I don’t think you understand how gorgeous you are,” he says softly.

  I can’t say anything to that. What do you say to that? His mouth touches the base of my spine, and slips lower. With sudden shock, horror, and arousal, I realize what he’s about to do. “Edward.”

  His smile imprints it on my skin. “I’m tasting you everywhere.”

  My entire body flushes, and I swear that even my ass is red with embarrassment and need. His tongue touches the bud of my ass, and I groan. It feels so strange, and intimate, and so damn good that I can’t breathe. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life right now. Absolutely soaked through. Fuck, maybe I’m an ass girl? “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” I gasp out.

  There’s no response from Edward except for his very…through exploration. My clit is so swollen with need that I can feel it already. I need him to touch it. I desperately want that. But I also want this. Edwards hands are spreading me wide, his clever tongue moving in ways I never imagined would feel this way. Holy shit. Pleasure ripples through my gut, and I swear I think I might come from this.

  “I might come,” I say. “I don’t know how, but—”

  Edward pulls away and flips me over, gazing at me calmly. “Not yet, remember?”

  “I thought we might be almost there.”

  He grins. “We could be, if that’s what you want.”

  Laughing, I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to say no to an orgasm. I don’t know anybody that would. But I never thought that I could come from you…doing that.”

  One eyebrow rises. “Say it, Julia.”

  My face goes red. “I don’t think I can.”

  Edward climbs up my body like a predator. At some point during all this he lost his shirt, and I’m treated to the view of his perfect body, taut and already hard for me. I can see it bulging in his pants. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you almost came from my tongue in your ass.”

  I close my eyes, that fresh wave of arousal hitting me right where I need it. “I almost came from your tongue in my ass.” I whisper it, but get it out. It’s mortifying and so fucking hot that I can’t stand it.

  Above me, Edward grins. “Let’s make it not an almost.” He lifts my legs with ease, holding them by the ankles and completely exposing my ass again. Am I going to let him do this?

  My body seems to have decided for me, because I grab my knees to stabilize my legs as he dives back in. He’s more fervent than before, and that amazing pressure builds. It’s such a strange sensation, being so aroused without being touched where I would expect. It feels the same but different. Growing and rising, and soon I’m gasping for breath, eyes closed, just ready to burst.

  There isn’t a single moment that sends me over. It’s just a gentle slide into pleasure. One minute I’m not coming and the next moment I am. A rolling orgasm that is wide and expansive, flowing to a peak that makes me tremble before receding again. Fucking hell. And Edward doesn’t stop there. He moves seamlessly upwards, dipping his tongue into my pussy and doing exactly what he promised he would: licking up my orgasm.

  “This is crazy.”

  “It is,” he says. “No one should taste this good.”

  I’m pretty sure that my body is in a permanent state of blushing now. Or maybe that’s just the flush of pleasure and sex. But when he says things like that, I can’t separate my embarrassment from how turned on I am. But maybe that’s the idea. I’m starting to like being embarrassed by him.

  Edward licks up to my clit, circling it and sucking it deep, teasing it with his lips. Everything he’s done so far has me on a hair trigger, and he’s barely touched me before I’m coming again, explosively this time. I yell out my pleasure, saying his name over and over again. He laps up that orgasm too, and the one after that.

  “Edward, I can’t. I can’t come again.”

  “One more time, baby.”

  He strips his jeans off, and sinks into me with one smooth motion. I don’t think it’s going to be just one. My pussy can’t take the sensation from his invasion, and it feels like I’m just in the midst of one, prolonged climax. My mind is blissfully blank, swallowed up by the distracting sensations. Friction and ecstasy and deep, shaking vibrations in my gut.

  The angle of Edwards thrusts brush across my clit, and every touch is like a flare being shot up into the sky. But even though everything is heightened, it isn’t frenetic. Edward pushes into me with the same consistency and control, never letting go completely. We’ve had that—had that earlier today. This is different, and I can’t say that I’m angry about it. It’s deliberate. He’s staking his claim on every part of me that he wanted to, and it’s working. I’m never ever going to forget this.

  Looking up at him, Edward’s eyes are closed, and he’s grunting with the effort of holding himself back. The muscles I can see are tight. He’s close, and I can get him closer. I squeeze down on him, and he groans. “Fuck, Julia.”

  I have no regrets. I only wish that I could make him come as many times as he’s made me. If he hadn’t made it abundantly clear that he loves the way I taste, I would feel selfish. Suddenly, Edward’s thrusts grow erratic, and he lets his face fall against my neck. He drives into me deep, one more time, and again, and comes. “Oh fuck.” His voice shakes. Heat is pouring into me, and he holds himself perfectly still while the orgasm ravages him. Only when it lets him go does he relax, breathing hard.

  “I wish I could give that to you as many times as you did me.”

  “Trust me,” he groans. “It was absolutely worth it. And I think if I came as many times as you did I would die.”

  I laugh as he rolls off me, but doesn’t stop touching me, keeping an arm slung across my waist. “I think I almost did.”

  He smiles, though his eyes are closed. “Then clearly I’m not working hard enough. It’s my goal to actually kill you through multiple orgasms.”

  “I think close to death is good enough. If I’m actually dead, I won’t be able to have any more.”

  “Fair point.”

  I turn on my side do face him, and that hand on my waist pulls me closer so I’m pressed against his body. There’s nothing quite like skin on skin contact, especially after sex. Especially after sex like that. I makes me feel close to him, and I just like feeling the wa
rmth of him. “Thank you for letting me come over.”

  “Will you stay?”

  “Overnight?”

  Edwards nods.

  I suppose that I could. There’s no way my mom will be up and about till morning, and after last night, I’m not sure that I really care whether or not she knows about Edward. Right in this moment, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. Ducking my head against his chest, Edward moves his hand up my back and into my hair. “I like having you in my bed, Julia.”

  “I like being here.” Despite everything else in my life that feels loose and directionless, this feels right. And even if I wasn’t falling in love with him, having just one thing that’s right in my life feels good. Makes me think that I’ll be able to figure the rest of it out.

  Edward kisses my hair, and we stay like that for a while. I could almost fall asleep just like this. But out of nowhere, my stomach growls. He laughs. “I was waiting for that.”

  “Why?”

  His smirk is playful. “I have enough confidence in my skills to hope that I could fuck you into being hungry.”

  “I didn’t even think about the food. Did it get here? Is it just sitting outside?”

  He shakes his head, slowly pulling away from me and grabbing a robe that he hands to me. It’s clearly his. Soft, dark, and way too big. “I bribed my assistant into picking it up for me. If he’s as good as he claims—and he is—he’ll have it all set up downstairs already and will be gone.”

  My eyes go wide. “Oh my God, did your assistant just hear us having sex?”

  Edward pulls on a pair of soft grey sweatpants and grins. “No, he’s classier than that. I didn’t tell him to, but I would bet good money that he had headphones in with music or something. He was so happy to hear that I actually had a date, he practically jumped at the chance to help. He’s been trying to set me up for a long time.”

  “Sounds like a good assistant.” I don’t say out loud that I’m happy that his assistant is male. Normally I wouldn’t consider myself the jealous type, but Edward is beautiful and smart and young, and I’ve heard too many horror stories from my mother about the lawyers in her former office fucking their assistants.