Naughty Neighbors (3 page)

“It was a bad idea,” she agreed. “It’s been too long. I...knew better.”

Too long?
She almost laughed aloud. She responded to him like they’d been apart for years when it had only been a few short days. Good God, how would she react to his touch when a month or more separated them? The lapsed time had obviously fed their hunger and destroyed her self-control.

Kemper locked her legs behind his hips and carried her to the living room. Lowering her to the back of the sofa, he stood between her parted legs. He stepped away long enough to unzip his fly and lower his slacks and briefs.

Coming for her again, he framed her face with his large hands, and ate at her lips once more. The nipping and nibbling destroyed her. She moaned into their kiss, longing to touch him, desperate to feel him stroking her, taking her, and oh yes, stripping away every last one of her defenses.

There was urgency in his kiss. The heat between them only fueled a hotter passion, a deeper yearning. He released her face and grabbed the back of her head, using his strength to steady her.

Staring into her eyes, he rasped, “Tell me how much you’ve missed fucking me.”

The seriousness in his voice matched the sincerity in his expression. What was going on with him? Did he need her to stroke that ego of his or was he really so turned on that he just longed to hear her talk dirty to him?

She could do the latter easier than the former. The reward outweighed the risk.

“You started this,” she quickly told him, trailing her fingers downward. Unbuttoning his shirt, she traced those chiseled abs, scraping her nails over his toned muscles, before sliding lower. She gripped that thick wedge of male flesh and applied pressure to his engorged tip. “A girl like me could go out of her mind without a cock like yours to satisfy her.”

He pushed his penis against her hand and she eased away from the sofa. Kneeling, she kissed his cockhead and dragged her flattened tongue over the moistened slit.

“Hmm, baby,” he crooned, pushing down on the top of her head. “I’m feeling missed.”

“Are you now?” She looped her tongue around the crest. “Why don’t you tell me all about it, stud.”

He jerked against her. Grabbing hold of her hair, he pulled her head back and gazed into her eyes. “Stud, huh?”

She detected the humor in his voice but he housed no amusement under those heavily lidded eyes. Instead, his appearance gave off a good indication of things to come. His jaw and cheeks flexed. His lips set in a firm line.

Pushing down on her shoulders, he spread his legs and shifted his hips. “Give me head, baby.”

“Mmm,” she crooned, licking the slit. “Like this.”

“You know what I need.” His guttural voice made her shiver all over.

“Yes I do.” She dropped her head over his groin, bobbing up and down at a rapid speed before slowing down with a tighter suction.

“Nice?” She gripped his cock and looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes as his gaze guided her, practically urged her forward by commanding an act that would damn near bring him to his knees.

Locating the supersensitive spot right below his cockhead, she worked the underside of her tongue along the pulsing ridge, flipping her tongue like a windshield wiper, swiping from one side of his cock’s width to the other.

A masculine growl filled the room. “Keep that up and you’ll get a mouthful.”

Right away she adapted a new technique, licking from tip to base and back again. She wrapped her tongue around his size and sucked him to her throat. Vibrating against his length, she hummed softly while studying his incandescent emerald eyes.

“I’m warning you.”

“And I hear you,” she whispered against his hooded shape. Gripping his muscular legs, she slammed his groin against her mouth, devouring his length, using his body for leverage while pulling her mouth up then forcing her lips down once again. She bounced over him at a leisurely pace then released him altogether. Dragging her tongue around the swollen head, she asked, “Want more, babe?”

Wearing a wicked smile, he spread his legs wider and gripped his meaty shaft, pointing the head of his penis at her lips. “How much more do you have to show me?”

Carly tilted her head and eyed his penis, noting a speckle of his excitement seeping from the small opening. She took an indulgent lick and rubbed her lips in the salty substance, relishing his tart taste.

The way he looked on with such heated appreciation left no cause to wonder. Illicit ideas filled his head. Criminal acts unfolded in his mind. He didn’t have to tell her. She could read his unadulterated thoughts.

He grabbed her by the arm and helped her stand. “You paused.”

“I had my reasons,” she said playfully, rubbing a lone finger across his bottom lip.

“You can tell me about them later,” he rasped, giving her a spin.

Facing the sofa then, she gasped when he pushed her over the cushions. Standing behind her, he whispered at her ear, “Relax.”

He stepped away from the slacks balled at his ankles and tossed them across the nearest cushion. “Front pocket.”

She fished a condom from his pants, ripping the foil packet before handing off the protection. He massaged her globes, caressing her skin until she was seconds away from begging him to strike. She would gladly plead for a spanking, one that would scorch her flesh and warm her womb.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching as he sheathed himself. “You’re taking your time.”

He pumped his cock. “You like to watch me, baby?” His voice hypnotized her. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

Cupping the back of her neck then, he forced her body into an arc. She bowed her head, trembling when her hair tumbled across her face. “Have you been a bad girl while I’ve been away?”

“You know I have.” Her pussy wept and she contemplated the forthcoming spanking, the strikes she desperately desired. “I’m always naughty when I think of you.”

“How bad were you, baby? Tell me.” He grabbed his slacks and pulled free an itty bitty tube of lube. He doused himself with the oily substance and the smacking of his hand against his penis left her obliterated.

Her lust then was off the charts.

“I played alone.” Her confession might warrant an all-out flogging if they were at her place, but they were short on erotic playthings. At this point, a hand-to-flesh smack would suffice.

“How often did you play, gorgeous?” He secured a tighter grip around her nape. “Hmm? Tell me. Talk to me, sugar.”

Nudging her feet with his, Kemper applied pressure to her back and her body arched even more. She loved it when he forced her body into position. Her chest was down. Her bottom was up. He could fuck her into next week and she wouldn’t dare move a muscle.

“Tell me how you fuck yourself. How well do you play without the supervision of others?”

She could feel him smiling at her then. He smacked her bottom with repetitious strikes. The first pop cracked and resounded, leaving her with a satisfying burn. The rising temp on her skin didn’t compare to the scorching hotness deep inside her pussy.

She released a sudden sigh. Thrust into the moment then, she acknowledged the need washing over her, a turbulent claiming gripping her in its powerful clutches while seducing her with the tempting rendezvous sure to follow.

A more aggressive spanking began and he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back against his chest. His cock rested against her bottom and she quickly took in air, inhaling nothing but his all-male aroma. His expensive aftershave filled her senses and left her craving him all the more.

Shivering from the impact of the first blow, she was tempted to play with her clit and pinch her nipples as he assumed the role she needed him to play. The dominant creature she had longed to unleash didn’t sneak up from the shadows, but came rolling to the fore.

Her ass tingled. Her breasts grew heavy.

Smoothing his palms across her globes, he leaned forward and nicked her earlobe. “Tell me how you pleasured yourself, Carly.”

She winced in pain. His bite stung almost as much as the blows to her bottom. “Fingers.” The lone word tumbled from her mouth, but she couldn’t manage much more.

He gave her another solid wallop. “Is that all?”

“Yes. Just my fingers.”

“Did you picture us together?”

“Yes, oh God yes.” She bumped her bottom against his strong cock, hinting for penetration. Desperate for him now, her body pleaded her cause, begged for impalement.

He massaged her ass, working his fingers deep into her skin before giving her another round of spankings. This time she cried out as the desire within became more than she could handle.

In a matter of seconds, she would grovel. She would beg.

“How often?” he asked. His guttural voice revealed the longing, the intense need rising as he clutched her waist and held her directly in front of him.

“Every morning. Every night.”

“God, you make me horny,” he crooned, positioning his cock under her. “Do you like making me crazy, baby?”

“Hmm, yes,” she admitted, clenching around his cockhead as he tucked the hooded tip inside her pussy.

Seconds later, he worked his cock deep inside her channel, screwing his thick shaft upward. He took her one agonizing inch at a time, before he started gliding in, slipping out. “Good damn, you’re always so wet and ready for me.”

Wet might have been an understatement then. How many times had she stayed awake at night, dipping her fingers inside her pussy, trying to reach that sensitive spot and rub that ache away? Too often she tried to find some measure of fulfillment while imagining him towering over her, fucking her.

He gripped her hip and rammed the weight of his cock inside her. He hammered her pussy with timed beats, claiming her with unfathomable speed. Then he slowed his pace. A hint of reluctance hung in the balance.

Just when she thought he might pull back and tease her a bit, he growled aloud and throttled her with force, long-fucking her until she bucked against him and cried out for more.

~ * ~

They’d just moved to the bedroom when the bedside phone rang. Coming to his elbows, Kemper looked down on Carly and admired the hell out of her. Her golden blonde hair fanned around her unblemished tanned face. Lazy bedroom eyes, full moist lips, large breasts, and a tiny waist completed the picture. Carly was the epitome of the girl-next-door and the voluptuous seductress all rolled into one.

They’d fucked around for at least an hour and until the phone interrupted them; Kemper had all but forgotten about dinner. With a woman like Carly, a man could easily forget his place and he rarely worried about the time.

“Don’t go anywhere. I’m not done with you yet,” he said, swatting her hip and reaching over her head to answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Mr. Kapertone, I apologize in advance for the disturbance. This is Frank, your waiter this evening?”

“Ah yes, Frank,” Kemper said, smiling down at Carly. She tried to conceal a giggle by placing the back of her hand over her mouth. “What can I do for you, Frank?”

He pinched her nipple and twisted the tight gem until she squealed.

“Shh,” he mouthed.

Frank cleared his throat. “Sir, I...um wanted to see if you’d like to order room service.”

Kemper then slipped his hand between her thighs and tucked two fingers deep inside her cunt. Twirling them around until she pumped her hips away from the bed, he watched her thighs tighten. She drove her lower body from the bed and moaned in pleasure.

He kept his fingers busy, but faked interest in the unfolding conversation. “Didn’t I already order dinner, Frank?”

“Be nice.” Carly gave him a playful smack on the leg.

His cock twitched. Damn. He was as hard as stone again and Frank apparently wanted them to return to the restaurant.

“Sir, yes you did. Shall I go ahead and send it up?”

“Sure thing, Frank. That’s a hell of an idea.”

“You’re impossible!”

He hushed Carly with a finger pressed against her swollen lips. “Tell you what, Frank. Hook us up with a couple of salads and a bottle of Cristal, too. And if you have any chocolate covered strawberries down there, that’d be swell.”

“I’ll see what we can do.” Frank cleared his throat. “I mean, we will certainly find those strawberries for you if we have to go out and pick them ourselves.”

“Don’t go to that much trouble, Frank, just use your imagination and send us up something sweet.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Kapertone. Right away.”

Returning the receiver to the cradle, Kemper brushed a kiss past Carly’s lips. “Now where were we?”

Locking another finger deep inside her channel, he wiggled his hand and rested the digits inside her warm pussy.

Carly rolled to him, pressing her knees together and leaving a trail of kisses across his neck and chest. Cradling her breast, Kemper lowered his head and kissed one puckered nipple before moving to the other, suckling the hard gem until his cock stretched across her thigh.

“Someone is insatiable tonight,” she crooned, opening her legs so he could easily see their connection.

He jiggled his hand and fingered her, using his thumb to manipulate her clit. He rolled the tiny bud with suitable pressure and took her right up to ecstasy’s door.

Then, he left her there.

Her chest rose and fell. “Don’t even think about it.” She cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over her nipples. “Please. You can’t just leave me now. I’ll have to finish myself.”

“You just gave me a hell of an idea,” he rasped, watching her small hands squeeze and release those full mounds.

“Does this have anything to do with dinner?”

“Maybe dessert,” he replied, pushing his fingers back inside her pussy and loving the way he controlled her arousal.

Her bottom popped off the mattress. A few flicks against her clit and she bucked like a wild mare desperate to throw its rider.

Leaving a kiss on her flat stomach, he rose from the bed. “I’d better grab some clothes in case Frank makes a speedy delivery.”

“You did not just leave me here to finish myself,” she called out to him.

He retrieved his slacks and shirt and reentered the bedroom. “As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what I did. And I want to watch.”