My Neighbor's Will (3 page)

And when he
took my mouth again, the rhythm of his pushes intensified as he dug
deeper and harder with each thrust. I lowered my hands from his
braced arms onto the sheets, holding on as he stretched me. The
sweet smell of his sweat mixed with mine aroused me beyond what I
could have expected.

“Harder,” I
pleaded, pulling away from his mouth.

He lowered his
body onto mine, folding me into his arms. I nuzzled into his neck.
His skin smelled of paint and chemicals, probably from the
developing liquid he used for his photos. The friction of his front
against me intensified, making me push toward him. Eric lifted his
body a little and my legs stretched up, resting on his shoulders.
His drive began to hit the precise spot I needed him to, over and
over again. Each one pushed me closer to my release. With renewed
appetite, his mouth lowered to my breasts. The connection of my
erect nipples and his lips sizzled toward my sex. Taking turns, he
licked each one, sucking and pulling them higher than they already
stood. Eric took the flesh between his teeth, letting go as he
plunged into me; one, two, three times.

I couldn’t
count any longer. The pleasure reached its maximum and my body
shook in a series of jolts and trembles. The spasms flew through me
like an electric current. I felt Eric’s hips buckle for the last
time, and he pulled out, spilling his warm seed on my front. The
fluid seeped into my navel, and he rolled over to the side, lying
on his back beside me.

What power did
he have over me to take me so forcefully yet wonderfully the same
day we re-acquainted?

“Welcome to the
neighborhood,” I said, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

“Well, now that
we’ve been properly introduced, perhaps I can persuade you to have
coffee with me?”

“Will it be
served with muffins?” I turned my head to the side to see him
laugh. The boy I remembered kissing for the first time beamed at
me.

“If you’re not
busy, we can bake them.” His brows rose.

“In your
kitchen?” I asked, recalling the hanging photos and trays filled
with developing fluid. “Isn’t it a little crowded there?”

“Have faith,
April. While you’ve just experienced one of my skills, you haven’t
seen them all yet.”

“Cocky a
little, aren’t we?” I bit my lip.

“If you want
cocky, I can show you cocky.” His mouth found my nipple again,
aggravating it with a few licks. As much as I wanted a repeat, my
bladder disagreed.

“I need to go
to the washroom to clean up.” I pointed to my navel filled with his
white cum.

Suddenly I
found myself in Eric’s arms, being carried into the bathroom. His
lips found mine, and lost in his kiss, I forgot about my bladder
for a moment.

“I need to
pee,” I finally said against his mouth.

He lowered me
to the floor, turned around and waited. His fluids slid down my
belly to my thighs.

“Really?” I
asked “You’re going to stay?”

“April, it’s
just pee. You don’t think I’d leave your hot little tush now, do
you?”

My insides
giggled again, and my bursting bladder didn’t want me to argue.

Eric turned on
the shower and my bladder was grateful for the sound of running
water.

We showered
together, washing the sweat off each other. I couldn’t think of
anything more intimate than letting a man whom I hardly knew wash
every part of my body. When he touched me between my legs, I wasn’t
sure whether we would make it down to the kitchen. The way his
soaped fingers glided in between my sensitive folds had me pushing
toward him again. I gripped his cock in my palm and began washing
it, each stroke hardening the muscle in my hand.

Eric drew me
closer to him. He continued with a gentle rub between my legs,
definitely aware the effect his suave fingers had on me. Like a
spellbound victim, I opened my mouth, letting his tongue tease me
again. His thumb moved higher to the top of my slit. I parted my
legs and two of his fingers slid inside me.

I heard myself
moan through the kisses and tightened my hold on him, gently
pulling his skin upward toward the cap, then down in a consistent
squeeze. Eric’s hips joined the tempo. He massaged the most
sensitive part of my body, but before I could come, Eric let go of
my mouth and turned me around. I had no choice but to part with the
flesh in my hand. He stood behind me, the tip of his cock teasing
my inner thigh. My pelvis naturally tilted my ass for him and he
filled me again. This time, Eric couldn’t control his pumps and he
slapped into my behind with force, never breaking his rhythm.

Water cascaded
down my body as he nudged my clit with his fingers. Larger circles
at first turned into little flicks, playing with my tender nub. I
wanted to arch my body for him, but my front insisted on pressing
into the pulsing rhythm of his hand until I came in his hand, like
he wanted me to. I leaned my body against the shower wall, pressing
my cheek to the side as Eric spilled his fluids into the shower,
heaving from the workout. The smell of his seed rose on the hot
steam.

Both sated, we
made our way downstairs. I wore his shirt and shorts. Eric
carefully lowered the photos and rearranged the temporary darkroom
to resemble a kitchen. He ripped the sheets off the kitchen window
and pushed it open. Warm August wind blew through the house. The
smell of blossoming sunflowers in his back yard mixed with our
baked chocolate chip muffins. We had wine and enjoyed each other’s
company until Monday morning, when I returned home before dawn to
get ready for work.

I pulled out of
my driveway and waved at Eric as he finished his coffee on the
porch. This evening couldn’t come soon enough.

At the studio,
the Valentine’s Day-themed photoshoot for the February magazine
issue could be spotted from space. Red hearts dangled from the
ceiling, pink rose petals lay spread across the white silk sheets
where I was supposed to pose. My wardrobe didn’t leave much to
imagination. Lace flowed down my body, and I wondered whether Eric
would like this outfit. The editors would have a fun time
air-brushing my peaking nipples out of the shots.

“Jane, what’s
taking so long?” I asked my assistant.

“Mr. Sexy
doesn’t like anyone around when he works. He says we distract him,
so we’re going out for a coffee. Have fun, April.”

“The newbie’s
name is Sexy?”

“No, silly.”
She laughed, then winked. “
He
is sexy.”

But to me, it
didn’t matter. I’ve already had the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and
I doubted anyone could compare to Eric. As I lay down on the floral
bed spread, my memories drifted to the last forty-eight hours. I
wished I could be home, or better yet at Eric’s house, instead of
enduring eight long hours of torture by a newbie photographer.

“What about my
makeup?”

“All photos
natural, at his request. No makeup or hair extensions today. See
you.” She left the room before I got a chance to reply.

The sound of
bare feet crossing the linoleum floor drew my gaze toward the other
end of the room.

“Any specific
shots you’d like first?” I asked, curious to meet the new
photographer.

Behind a
curtain, where usually a handful of people waited to reapply
make-up and fix my hair, I saw the silhouette of a well-built
man.

“A shot at
you.” The familiar voice put a smile on my face as Eric stepped
out.

I don’t think
we’ll get any work done today.

Once again, my
mouth formed a small O. “As you wish, my neighbor,” I mustered.

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About the Author

Lacey
is the Author of Erotic Romance stories. She lives in a
small town of Ontario, Canada
. Her short stories come from
real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily
married wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s,
often wanders off to ‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those
questions can be found in her short stories where there’s Reality
in Each Fantasy.

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Work by Lacey Silks:

My First, My Last

Dance With Me

Teacher’s Pet

Over The Limit

Bossy Request

My Neighbor’s Will

Fantasy in Each
Reality (Erotic Shorts 1-3) Collection

Fantasy in Each
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Acknowledgments

I am grateful
to be surrounded by many loving people who support me, my
fantasies, and my writing.

To my family,
without whom I would never make it. Thank you for your support,
love and confidence.

To my husband,
who has allowed me to research the topic of love and sex first
hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to make
sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always
learn a thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually
leads to some field work, but I think it’s also what makes the
writing fun.

I hope you
enjoyed!

To Robin Ludwig
Design Inc. for the beautiful book cover.

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