Boys Next Door (22 page)

Stephen’s hands started to move. Big hands, that were strong from working and kneading and pressing. In his double fists he kept them trapped and his pace never slowed. He kissed the blond more insistently and the man cupped Stephen’s pretty face in his hands, ran his thumbs along Stephen’s jaw. I knew that he would hear the rasp of dark stubble under his touch.

Stephen’s movements became frantic. Needy. Restless. The blond thrust up and against him, desperately moving against Stephen’s erection and into the motion and friction of his hands. I felt like a third party, I could feel it building like the energy in the air before a storm.

I wondered if I would come too.

I didn’t. But I held my breath and bit my tongue and felt my pulse in my forehead as they came. First the blond, his cries audible even from here, and then sweet Stephen. His face as serene and angelic as the night we’d spent together.

God, he was pretty when he came.

I backed up across the porch as quietly as possible. The thing about wooden porches is they made a lot of noise – like wooden floors and wooden staircases. Now that the boys were in their afterglow, I needed to beat feet.

I backed down the steps and when my feet were firmly on concrete I turned to flee. Only I tripped on a crack and stumbled a bit trying to right myself. Which is why I happened to look down the small alleyway between Coop’s and Stephen’s house – to see Coop watching through the window.

I tried to be quiet but he heard me coming a few steps before I reached him. He managed to school his face at that last minute, to wipe away his shock and look stoically annoyed.

‘Well, lookie here,’ I chuckled. ‘Whatcha doing, Coop?’

‘Stephen asked me to tack his cable wire down. It’s been blowing in the wind and it’s only going to get windier.’

I sauntered up to him, damn near giddy to have dirt on him. I stood where he was standing and then, to make up for the height difference, I stood on tiptoe and peeked. I could see them. Plain as day. Still in the kitchen – lazily kissing and talking and touching.

While Cooper watched.

‘Asked you to do that while he was getting a blow job, did he?’ I managed to swallow my laughter but his face never wavered.

‘Sure thing.’

‘Right. So he
asked
you to do this now while he was getting a blow job. I’m sure he
asked
you to spy on his intimate moment with this guy?’

Cooper turned to me, his green eyes unreadable. ‘Don’t assume you know what’s going on, Feral,’ he said, flashing me a smile. ‘You know what they say about assuming.’

‘I –’ I cut off my own pithy response. He looked serious. He looked sincere. It was confusing me.

‘Yes?’ He cocked his head, smiling. Then he turned toward his house. ‘What did
you
want when you were spying?’ he asked over his shoulder. ‘Because if you knew he got his knob polished, you have to have been spying yourself, girly.’

I frowned. ‘I wanted to borrow a suit from Stephen.’

‘A suit?’

I sighed. ‘Long story.’

‘I have suits. You want one of mine? I won’t even attack you while you’re in my house.’

‘Tempting, but I thought Stephen was closer to my height so it might fit better.’

‘You know you missed Halloween, right?’

‘Yes,’ I snapped. ‘It’s not for that.’

‘You are weird, Feral.’

‘What is it they say, Cooper? It takes one to know one?’

‘Touché,’ he said. ‘Seriously, come on in.’

‘I …’

He turned to face me at the foot of his steps. ‘You scared of me, Feral?’

‘No.’

‘Then come on. I have a suit from about twenty pounds ago. I bet it’ll fit.’

‘Twenty pounds ago?’

‘And ten years ago,’ he laughed. ‘Before I started working out for real. Then I bulked up some and it stopped fitting.’

‘So why’d you keep it?’

He shrugged, pushing open his front door. ‘I don’t have a lot; I tend to hold on to what I have, whether it suits me anymore or not.’

I followed him in. Maybe he was referring to friends too.

* * *

‘Are you sure I can use this?’ I held the black pinstriped suit up and eyed it. It was pretty darn close to what I needed, probably even a bit smaller than what Stephen would be wearing right now.

‘Sure. It’s just sitting there. But you have to tell me what you want it for.’ He leaned against the wall and watched me.

‘The performance you signed me up for, you shit.’

He cocked an eyebrow and laughed. ‘Oh yeah? That doesn’t look very burlesque to me.’

‘Well, thanks to
someone
– that would be you, by the way – I was signed up for something I know nothing at all about. And I have very little time before I perform … for an audience … on a
Monday
.’

‘So?’ He laughed. It made me want to kiss him. And punch him.

‘So, I’m improvising.’

‘Ah, I see. Sorta.’

‘You’ll see tomorrow with everyone else.’

‘Try it on,’ he said, nodding to the suit.

‘I don’t need to.’

‘Try it on and I won’t tell Stephen you were peeking at him. Come on, Farrell. Do a reverse strip for Daddy.’

I wrinkled my nose, but laughed. ‘Eew. And what makes you think I care if you tell him?’

But I was already kicking off my boots.

‘You’re protective of him. You want to make sure he’s okay. And you don’t want him to know you were watching because maybe it would upset him.’

I blushed. Was I that easy to read? I peeled off my socks and he watched me as intently as if I were peeling off my bra. I dropped them in a pile and popped the button on my jeans.

‘Do you hate me?’ he asked softly.

Something in his face broke my heart a little. The question startled me. ‘What? Well …’ I shook my head and looked away. Somehow it was easier to push my jeans down to reveal my purple panties than to look at him. ‘Sometimes I think I do.’

‘It’s easy to do,’ he said, his eyes glued to my knickers.

‘You make it that way. On purpose.’

He grinned. ‘I’d never do that.’ But his voice was a sing-song and he was lying through his pretty teeth.

I yanked off my top and my hair flew around my face, blotting out my sight for a second. I stood there in my purple panties and my black lace bra and asked, ‘Ready?’

‘Nope. I want you down to nothing, sweetheart.’

‘Why?’

‘Why not?’

I swallowed hard. On one hand, I wanted him to keep my secret. I didn’t want to embarrass Stephen, or worse yet, have him stop trusting me. On the other hand, I wanted to tell him to fuck off. And somewhere in the middle was the fact that I wanted to do it. I wanted his eyes on me. I wanted that rush.

I pushed my panties down and toed them into the pile of my clothes. Then I popped my bra clasp and let it fall too. I put my arms up, turned a little and said, ‘Happy now?’

‘I’d be happier with my balls buried deep in you while I pulled your hair. But it’s a start.’

My mouth had gone dry and other parts of me had gone wet.

‘Now can I put it on?’

‘Sure. I’ll tell you, when I took my lunch break I wasn’t expecting this.’ He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and watched me.

I felt like I was moving in slow motion. The air around me licking my skin and raising goose bumps along my thighs.

I slid my legs into the dress pants and fastened the internal button and then the outer button. A small slide of moisture appeared between my legs and I blushed wondering if I’d leave a mark on his pants. When I picked up the jacket and shook it out he held up his hands.

‘Wait.’

Coop rustled through his closet and came out with a plain white dress shirt and a blue and grey tie. ‘Try these.’

My arms shook when I slid them into the sleeves. A fine tremble I thought I had imagined, until I saw the fabric vibrating softly against my skin. Coop grunted, batted my hands out of the way when I fumbled and proceeded to button all the tiny pearlescent buttons for me. His skin giving off heat, teasing my skin though he never ever touched me. He left the top three buttons undone.

‘Now the tie,’ he whispered. His breath warm on my face, his energy banging and scraping against mine so it was everything in me not to shove my hands in that sandy hair and kiss him until he fucked me.

But I would not do that. I needed to think. Or run. One of those.

He looped the tie around my neck, tucked it under the collar. He loosely tied it in a Windsor knot, his knuckles grazing the skin between my breasts as he smoothed it.

‘There,’ he said.

I could barely breathe and I knew that if I looked at my chest I would see the visible thump of my heart. ‘There,’ I echoed. ‘How do I look?’

I wasn’t sure why I even asked, the way his eyes had gone fierce and hooded spoke volumes. Coop tugged the tie none to gently and kissed me, my hair swirling around my face and tickling my jaw. I felt weird in his clothes, like a kid playing dress up but in her dad’s clothes.

Cooper licked my lower lip before curling his tongue over mine and kissing me with more need. Another slide of fluid escaped me and I made a soft sound.

His thumbs swept over my nipples and even through all that insane fabric, they stiffened instantly. ‘Coop –’ I started.

He pulled back. There was a sudden flash of anger on his handsome face but then it was gone – phantom and fleeting.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said, brushing his fingertips over the very obvious thick hump in his work pants. ‘I won’t touch you.’ His fingers swept back over it, fast and soft, almost like he was adjusting himself.

I licked my lips. ‘Do it,’ I said.

He cocked an eyebrow at me. Almost smiled. Waited.

‘You do it,’ he said, indicating the suit.

‘I will if you will.’

‘And I won’t touch you.’

‘You can’t,’ I breathed. I was already worked up from watching Stephen and his lover. ‘I need time.’

He nodded once, like we’d just sealed a business deal, and his zipper sounded like a buzz saw in the silent room. He freed his cock, hard and impressive, flushed a lovely shade of crimson, and gave it one rough stroke.

Just seeing that fractured something in me. Unhinged something that was stuck and rusty. I loved to see a man handle himself. The possessive nature of hand on cock as he stroked himself just as he liked it, just how he needed it, to get him just where he needed to be.

I undid the tie he’d just done and slowly stripped it free of my body. I wiggled the loose knot down the line of the tail until it came free and then I slid it from my collar like I had all the time in the world. His hand was rougher on his hard on, skin hissing against skin. I put my finger out and touched the tip of him, smearing that small shiny drop of fluid at the tip across the head.

‘I never said I couldn’t touch you,’ I whispered. ‘Just for a second.’

I put the finger in my mouth and licked it clean. Cooper growled and shut his eyes.

Pleasure and power speared right down the centre of me. When his gaze found me again, I started on those tiny, fancy buttons, undoing them one at a time until the swell of my breasts was revealed, but my breasts were still curtained by fabric. My nipples, hard and insolent, pushed against the white cloth.

I watched his rhythm grow more chaotic and I sighed, feeling such a tumble of arousal in my gut it was almost unbearable.

He moved a step closer to me but kept his hands to himself. His tattoos dancing and flexing with his movements. I touched one and then the other and he said, ‘Careful poking the bear, Feral.’

I smiled and shrugged the suit coat off. Every shrug that inched it down my arms made my breasts shimmy and the fabric of his white dress shirt sway. But it was big enough to keep me covered as I made a huge deal out of the jacket.

I tossed it on the bed and popped the outer trouser button. ‘How do I look in your clothes?’

His voice had become guttural and the small hairs along my spine tingled when he spoke. ‘Almost as good as you’re about to look out of them.’

‘Ah …’ I undid the inner button and then pulled down the fly, letting the pants gape open so he could see the top of my shaved mound. ‘You think I’ll look good?’

‘That’s what we call in these parts, a no brainer,’ he grunted. His hand was ridiculously rough on his cock and he squeezed at the tip to the point where I held my breath before he thrust into his own waiting fist. Seeing him that way, both in control and vulnerable, made me feel like I might turn inside out, or simply drop dead. A war of emotions pounded in my chest and I dropped the trousers so they puddled at my feet. A ring of inky black fabric that I stepped free of. Bare now but for his white gentleman’s shirt.

‘Take that off,’ he managed.

He was so close. So very close. I could tell by the set of his jaw and the cadence of his breath, the way his eyes flashed surreal and almost angry in my direction.

I pushed the shirt back and open – filleting the front of it so the button holes hung down one side and the buttons on the other. My breasts exposed and flushed from my own arousal, I took another step toward him so that less than a ruler’s length separated us. ‘I like it on. But how do I look, tell me. In your clothes? In your room?’

For a second he looked like he wanted to hit me, but I thought it was more that he wanted to fuck me and that I was toying with him. The two emotions are barely indecipherable in the heat of the moment with a man like Coop.

‘Come here,’ he growled, and I took one more step towards him, bringing us almost belly to belly and yet we didn’t touch. I could see every nuance of his hand working his dick – every flushed bit of skin, every vein, and every nick on his hands from working. Everything.

Without considering it, I leaned in and kissed him on the jaw. Then softly on the mouth. ‘Come for me,’ I said.

And Cooper came. A hot arc of semen graced my belly. Instantly heating my cool flesh with its presence. He painted me with each jet of cum and when he was done, panting and chuckling softly like we’d just shared the best joke ever, he grabbed my hair and yanked me in.

There was a lot in that kiss. Promise, aggression, need, and warning. I’d better decide on him or stop fucking with him. At least that’s what I felt when he kissed me.