That Man Next Door

by Nadia Lee

And I do. He cradles my ass. The position opens me up, and his cock rests between my slick folds. It’s hard, pulsing against me. I tingle all over, and my toes curl. He moves us to the dining table where we had our first dinner date and sets me at the edge. I rest my palms behind me to prop myself up and look at him, my cheeks hot as anticipation sends delicious sparks along my spine. He gazes at me, his eyes dark and intense. I know I’m the sole focus of his attention, and it’s so erotic I can barely sit still.

“For your information, that isn’t my fetish.” He puts a bit more pressure on the arches, and I feel my eyelids go heavier. He seems to know exactly where I need the force. “I was thinking more along the lines of using them to spread you open wide, then tossing ’em over my shoulders while I slide into your wet pussy.” I flush because this thing he’s saying? Yeah. I like that. A lot.

“And it’s not just your feet I’ve been fantasizing about.” “What else?” I ask breathlessly. “Your breasts. They’re so pretty, perfectly shaped and sized. When I first saw them, my mind went blank for a moment. The first time it’s happened since puberty. Last night, while I was jerking off, I thought about fucking your tits.”

My clit throbs. I’ve never thought hearing a guy talk about jacking off to me would be hot, but when it’s Matt talking about having me star in his fantasy? Instant inferno. “Then imagining my cum all o...

He wraps his hands around my ankles and spreads me wide. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not, not when I spot clear liquid beading at the tip of his cock. He nibbles along one leg, from the sensitive spot right between my ankle and heel, tracing the curve of my calf to the delicate and slightly ticklish skin behind my knee, and he lavishes the same attention on the other leg. Then it’s the same from my knees up, his breath hot and arousing on my thighs.

He places my legs over his shoulders, one hand behind each knee. Impatient, I lift my hips, and he laughs darkly before placing his mouth where I want it the most. His tongue flicks over my clit, and I shove a fist into my mouth as a white-hot bolt of pleasure streaks through me.

He pulls back. “Let me hear you, Jan. If you must do something with your hands, play with your tits.” He waits until I drop my fist, then returns to eating me out. He uses his tongue and lips, knowing exactly where to lick, where to flick and where to lap me up to drive me insane.

The pleasure builds, but he’s not giving it quite enough pressure to push me over. He uses his fingers to part my lips as wide as possible, making me hopeful he’s going to really push it, but he merely intensifies his tea...

He rumbles deep against my flesh, the vibration drawing a keen cry from me. I’m so, so close, and I chase my orgasm shamelessly. He draws my clit into his mouth hard and plunges a thick finger inside. I clench around it. He pulls it out, then thrusts in again, curling it slightly so it bumps against a spot in my pussy that makes my eyes roll back.

He puts two fingers in, stretching me. It feels so good, and when he scrapes my clit delicately with his teeth, I scream my orgasm, my entire body clenching. He stands and kisses me hard, smothering my scream. He tastes like me, but underneath that is all him. I dig my fingers into his hair and ravish his mouth. Although the orgasm was spectacular, the emptiness inside me throbs more painfully than ever before and I want this man now.

He puts the rubber on himself with swift efficiency before placing his hands on my knees and spreading me. He runs a finger along my folds, slips his thumb into my pussy. “You’re so damn tight.” And he’s huge. “But it’s going to fit.” I’m pretty sure it will, because I heard some people even enjoying fisting—not me obviously—and as large as Matt is, he isn’t bigger than a fist.

He smirks. “Of course it’s going to fit. I just need to stretch you a bit and make sure you’re ready.” “I’m ready.” My body’s revving to go, the pleasure from the recent orgasm humming through me.

He spreads my legs wider, then positions the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pussy. My breathing shallows, my heartbeat uneven. This is it. And I’m doing it with a guy I like. A guy who likes me back. “Watch us,” he says, then pushes in an inch and slowly pulls out. “God,” I whimper.

He does it again, each time going deeper. I love his patience, the intense concentration in his gaze as though this moment is the most important one in his life. Watching his shaft disappear into me is super erotic. Although he prepped me with his fingers, having the real thing inside feels completely different. It’s more intimate. Hotter. Way thicker. My muscles adjust, and I’m so slick, it isn’t that difficult for him to enter me. Even the slight burning sensation that starts merely highlights the pleasure of having him inching his way into my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, so hot,” he says gutturally, sweat beading on his skin. “You make me wet.” I moan, watching his shaft pull out, feeling the delicious friction against my inner walls. I’m beyond embarrassment...

Even though he said this was for me, I wouldn’t have a good time if he didn’t. “Fuck me, Matt. I want your dick inside me so bad.” Swearing, he pulls almost all the way out, then plunges in hard, his balls slapping against my skin. I cry out. I expected pain—I’d have to be living ...

I clench around him. “Less talk, more fucking, counselor.”

He hisses, but instead of pounding into me like I thought, he kisses me. His hands roam all over my skin, petting me and stroking me, setting every inch they touch on fire. His cock is still inside, hard as steel, but he doesn’t do anything with it, using only his lips, tongue, teeth and hands to drive me insane. And I was wrong earlier. I do get wetter. I’m embarrassingly, utterly soaked. I pull back from the kiss to whisper, “Please, Matt. You said you’d make me feel well-fucked.” His hands flex over my lower back, and his breathing grows rough. “Damn it, Jan.” “Make me feel well-fucked,” I whisper into his ear.

And I know I’ve broken his control the moment he lets out a rough shout and starts driving into me over and over again. I love the way he feels, the way he owns my body, takes care of me. He doesn’t just slide into me, but maneuvers his hand between our bodies so he can flick a fing...

I hook my ankles behind him, my fingers digging into his shoulders and my head falling back. An unbearable tension winds up inside me, but I want to hold onto this moment, make it go on and on. Matt cups my breast and rolls the pointed tip between his fingers, then pinches it as he plunges one more time and rubs hard against my clit. The most intense orgasm of my life erupts, leaving me too breathless to scream even thoug...

He grins. After placing a kiss on my forehead, he bounces out of the bed, his nude body in full display. I can only see his backside, but when he turns…wait. Is he sporting morning wood? Before I can say anything, he vanishes. Confusion clouds my thoughts. I’m here and naked. Doesn’t he want a morning quickie? I’m not against the idea.

Then I shift, sitting up, and wince at the soreness between my legs. It’s a bit more than I expected. I’m pretty sure it isn’t supposed to hurt this much, since I’ve heard Michelle and Sammi talk about doing it multiple times. I sigh. Somehow Matt knows and has preemptively showed me consideration again.

And because I’m a morbidly curious bitch, I go to the bathroom and see the washcloth flung in one corner. There’re a couple of spots on it. So that’s my V-Card. Gone. I thought I’d shout, “Good riddance,” when I finally got rid of it, but I feel none of that. Nor do I feel any different. The only thing I’m feeling is relief and gladness that I didn’t punch it with any of my previous one-night stands. I can see clearly that none of them would’ve been worth much. But then I don’t know what other man could possibly compete with Matt. He’s freaking perfect.

He looks pleased. “I knew all the working out would pay off.” “I’ll bet you’re admired by all women in the vicinity when you pump iron.” I wince a little at how jealous and possessive I sound. But I can’t help it. Matt is mine, damn it. If I were King Kong—I can’t think of anything cuter, prettier, but at the same time just as fearsome this early in the morning—I’d be roaring and pounding my chest over him every time a woman got near. Matt sniffs tragically. “Yes. Only as a piece of meat.”

I’m going to wear the Clark Kent glasses and drive Matt insane with lust so we can spend tonight together, preferably rolling around naked. I suppress a giggle bubbling in my throat because it’s such a naughty little plan.

As I walk upstairs, I hear Sammi say, “Damn. ThaYuMNDo must’ve been divine. Look at the spring in her step.” “Somebody’s got a magic dick,” Michelle says.

On my desk is a small box bearing the logo of a local mom-and-pop bakery. I open it and squeal at the sight of a cupcake with chocolate frosting, topped with two pairs of glasses, one blue and one pink. There’s no card, but I don’t need one to know who left it. I grin like an idiot. This is so adorable.

Good thing she’s walking away after that remark, because if she’d stayed a moment longer I don’t know what I would’ve done. Right now, I’m imagining picking her up by one scrawny chicken leg and smashing her face into the concrete floor a few times, the way the Hulk did to Loki in The Avengers. Or maybe I could be a wizard like Harry Potter and use a wand to make a piano drop on her.

I spot Matt in one of the seats and falter for a moment before catching myself. He gives me a small smile, his blue eyes brighter than a sunny sky, and I feel my cheeks warm. He’s so gorgeous sitting there in his navy pinstriped suit, a burgundy tie neatly knotted and lying against a snowy white dress shirt. A pair of super-sexy black-rimmed glasses sits on his face, making him look extra yummy. Like, nerd-hot combined with jock-hot. He checks me out just as thoroughly, starting from my face to my shoes then back up. The blue in his eyes sizzles, and I feel his gaze like a silken caress. Delicious goosebumps break out over my skin.

I take a wheeled chair across from him so I can ogle him from the most optimal angle, with David sitting on my right and a marketing intern to my left.

After a moment of scribbling, I sense somebody watching me, and from the way my skin prickles, I don’t even have to lift my gaze to know it’s Matt. Surreptitiously I look at him over the rim of my glasses. He’s studying me with something that feels like half-lust and half-admiration in his eyes. The temperature in the conference room jumps another ten degrees, and oh wow, maybe I should start fanning my face so I don’t end up looking like an overripe tomato.

Sammi catches up with me, then whispers, “Matt was eating you alive, girl. If you’d just catch his eye!” “Shut up,” I whisper back. “He’s gonna drag you to a nearby hotel, push you against a wall and fuck you silly.” Holy shit. The image is scorching—he’s so turned on he can’t even take me to the bed.

But it’s Michelle who betrays me once we’re seated in the restaurant and getting menus. “So. I heard Matt eye-fucked you during the meeting. I’m sorry I missed it.”

You were hot as hell in those glasses. And the shoes, and I’m not even much of a shoe man. You also killed it in the meeting. Until you spoke up, the leads were sort of evenly split on the features. They were all good ones anyway. If I hadn’t had a working lunch, I would’ve dragged you away for a nooner.

I knock on his door, and he answers. His tie is loose around his neck, the collar undone and sleeves rolled up. The look sends liquid heat pulsing through me, especially because it shows off the strong column of his throat and the lean muscles flexing in his forearms. I have no idea when I acquired such an appreciation for men’s forearms, but Matt’s are the best. Not just the best, but the bestest. They should be immortalized in the Guinness Book of World Records. And those glasses? Smokin’ hot. Like I have this awesome combination of brain and body and everything else I could possibly want in a man.

Muscular forearms are a major turn on.

I rise on my toes and give him a quick kiss. One of his arms goes around me, the other pushing the door closed. He lingers over my mouth, his lips brushing over mine repeatedly. He tastes like good beer and something sexy and Matt. My fingers thread through the warm silk of his hair, and I lick across his mouth because I really want a better sample. Just one. Except one turns into two…then three…then four…

My lips part, and I let my tongue glide boldly across his. Lust builds and builds like a storm gathering power. When he flicks his tongue over me and nips my lower lip, I feel it all the way to my clit as though he’d licked between m...