Have you ever quit smoking? At first, it’s all you can think about. Cup of coffee? Cigarette. After dinner? Cigarette. Then, little by little, the cravings fade until one day you realize you haven’t thought about it at all. That’s what I’m hoping happens with my neighbor because lord knows… I'm hooked.
It’s Saturday morning, and I sneak out of bed to put the coffee on and freshen myself up before slipping back in bed with my husband.
I made a few subtle noises and gently edged closer, my hand finding its way to the hem of his boxer shorts and lower.
He rolls over, his back to me.
I take a deep breath, my chest tightening. I wait a few minutes before I snuggle up behind him, reaching back around, and I start stroking him. I know he’s awake. I can tell by the change in his breathing. I’m hopeful; at least he’s responding to me this time.
After a few minutes, I kiss his neck and whisper, “Do you want me to…” but he cuts me off.
“Is there coffee?” he murmurs low.
I sink back, my hand retreating. “Yeah, and there are muffins still warm in the oven.” I sigh deeply.
He gets up and walks into the bathroom without another word.
In the kitchen, he’s sitting at the counter, scrolling on his phone and sipping coffee. I start fixing myself a cup, feeling a little tense and disappointed, but I don’t say anything. I’m surprised when he does.
“You know I’m having a hard time, El. And when you come at me like that, when you know I’m not ready, it just makes it worse.”
I swallow hard. “I’m sorry, babe, I won’t do it again.” Tears prick my eyes.
“It’s not like I don’t want to fuck you,” he spits angrily, swiping a stack of papers off the counter onto the floor.
My pulse jumps; I’ve made him angry. Fuck. “I know, babe. I’m really sorry. I promise I understand.”
I pick up the papers from the floor and attempt a slight smile in his direction before walking away.
Later, I’m outside in the front yard, the smell of my confederate jasmine thick in the air as I plant my morning glory seeds along the fence.
“Where’s your husband today, baby?” His voice is rough and deep, sending shivers down my spine.
My new neighbor, I swear, I can’t even look at him without having to change my panties.
I swallow hard and attempt to draw air before answering. I turn and look up from my kneeling position in front of my flower garden.
“He’s inside. Do you want me to get him?”
“Aiden,” he nods toward me, a sexy crooked grin spreading across his full lips.
Fuck. Panties ruined.
“Sorry, do you want me to get him, Aiden?” I smile despite myself.
“That depends.”
“On?” I stand and reach out my hand. “El.”
“That depends, El,” he whispers, grabbing my hand firmly and pulling me closer, stealing every molecule of air in a ten-mile radius. His lips on my neck, he breathes in my ear. “On whether or not you want him to watch?”
He presses his lips lightly against my skin, and I’m positive he can feel the heat between my thighs.
“Jesus,” I murmur, my head falling back slightly. I step back, feeling a little dazed. “I ahhh,” I start, but the words won't come.
“El, I've been watching you. I've met your husband. I want to show you how a woman like you deserves to be treated.” He licks his lips, and my chest tightens. “I can see it in your face when you look at me." He pushes up against me, running his fingers along my jaw, urging me to look up at him.
He takes my hand and pushes it slowly down into his loose-fitting jeans as his thumb brushes my lips. I swear I’m hypnotized. His thumb slides gently onto my tongue, pulling downward on my jaw, just as my hand folds around his thick cock. I struggle to draw air.
My eyes closed instinctively as he started kissing me. Right there, in my front yard for the world to see. What the fuck am I doing? Snap out of it, El!
I hear the front screen door open, and I turn quickly to see my husband. My stomach sinks, and I'm immediately flooded with nerves.
Fuck.
“El, come inside.” My husband’s voice is low, calm. Too calm.
I look back at Aiden, and he raises his eyebrows and nods towards the door. I start walking and am surprised Aiden follows me in.
My husband closes the door and walks into the den, sitting heavily in his 25-year-old, oversized green Lazyboy recliner. I hate that fucking chair.
“What's going on…” I start, but Aiden’s hand circles my upper arm and doesn’t let go, distracting me, and my words disappear in my mouth. He sinks onto the couch. The smallest grin appears on his lips as he pulls me down, kneeling in front of him.
I go to turn toward my husband, but Aiden catches my jaw, and I inhale sharply. “You look at me, El,” he demands as he holds my face firmly and unbuttons his pants.
I swear in that instant, any nerves I had were gone and replaced with raw lust. This man was peace in the form of taking control, and I was all in.
He pulls it free from his jeans, and he’s already rock hard, at least twice the size of my husband and much broader. My breath hitches, and I look up at him; his piercing green eyes, shaded by black, loose, wavy hair, are drinking me in.
His expression is unreadable, but his voice carries a commanding tone. “Are you going to be a good girl, El, and do everything Daddy tells you?
I stiffen but manage a small nod. He gathers up my hair and tightens his grip. “What was that?” He cocks his head.
“Yes, Daddy?” My eyes are searching for his reassurance.
“Yes, baby girl, when Daddy tells you to do something, anything.” He pauses, scanning me from head to toe. “You say, 'Yes, Daddy.' Understand?”
Another nod as my eyes gloss over, staring up at him as he enters my mouth, pushing deeply.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Take every inch.” He uses both hands, wound tightly into my hair, to push and pull me up and down, and way deeper than I can manage. I gag with every thrust. My mouth floods with saliva, my eyes water, tears streaming down my cheeks.
After several minutes, he eases out, my jaw tight. He lifts me with ease and lays me, facing up, on the couch. He pulls my shorts and panties off and pushes my legs up high, knees bent and fully exposed.
He winks at me and lowers himself between my legs, his palms on my thighs keeping them high. And when his tongue slides between my legs, I let out a moan I barely recognize as my own.
I've never felt like this, so completely turned on. It's like he awakened something in me, and I can feel every nerve come alive with each touch. He slips two fingers deep inside me, his tongue circling slowly, making me squirm.
Aiden climbs on top of me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he runs the head of his manhood up and down between my legs. The anticipation is flooding me with so much desire that I can feel it dripping down the back of my thighs.
His mouth is softly on mine as he enters me for the first time, meeting tight resistance. I want him so badly, but my body betrays me; his size is making me wonder if I can accommodate him.
He rests his forehead on mine. He’s patient, whispering reassurances, allowing it to unfold naturally as I adjust underneath him to find a position that lets him push deeper.
A soft gasp escapes me when he's fully in. His lips at my ear, “That's my good girl,” he breathes tenderly as his rhythm picks up, and I can literally feel him everywhere.
After a while, I relax completely, the last traces of discomfort fading until all that’s left is intense pleasure. Our breathing falls in sync, his eyes never leaving mine. In a single move, he rolls onto his back and positions me on top.
His hands and fingers on my chest, twisting and pulling, this man has my mind miles away until I glance up and see my husband sitting in his chair. Reality crashes down around me.
The fantasy evaporates instantly. I’d forgotten he was even here. His face gives nothing away, and the sudden emptiness that settles in my chest feels embarrassingly familiar.
Aiden’s hand on the back of my neck is firm, demanding my attention return to him. “You want him to join, baby?” He moves his grip to my hips and grinds into me deeply, stealing my breath.
My eyes flicker back to my husband for a split second, and I shake my head slightly.
“Then you keep your eyes on me; don’t look in that fucking direction again. You hear me?”
I nod, and his palm quickly finds my throat. Firm, he squeezes slightly, his gaze intense, and I’m surprised how my body reacts with an all-consuming desire when I would have expected fear. “Yes, Daddy,” I squeak out.
He draws me down against his chest, grinding his hips steadily, deeply, his breath hot in my ear. “Mmmmm baby, that’s it, you're making Daddy proud.” His words vibrate through me. A rush of emotions floods me, and I'm overcome with the intensity of it all.
Unable to hold back, I bury my face in his neck and let out a muffled scream as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced ripples through my whole body, leaving me trembling.
"Fuck, baby.” He sucks air through his teeth. “That was fucking hot.” He’s running his fingers gently up my sides. He pushes me up slightly. “It’s Daddy’s turn,” he says, nodding at me. “Yes?”
“Yes, Daddy." My voice is thin as my breathing starts to slow.
He positions me face down on the couch and props a large pillow under my hips, lifting me high in the air. He buries his face between my legs, and the sensations immediately return, surprising me.
He enters me roughly, and it sends electricity through me. “You like how Daddy can fill you up, don’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I squeal as his unrelenting rhythm slows and he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me up, my back to his chest. “I’m going to fill you with my seed, baby,” he murmurs in my ear right before he releases inside of me.
He holds me tight against him, and he slides out and slips his fingers between my legs. He slides them deep inside me, his thumb circling high, making me release my own rush of heat a second time.
He pulls his fingers out, wet, covered in his and my release. He raises them to my lips and gently pushes them into my mouth. I run my tongue over his fingers and look back over my shoulder.
He leans close and whispers in my ear, “You’re mine now, El. And you’re going to be Daddy’s obedient little servant. You’re going to do everything you’re told. Do you understand, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
