The Boy Next Door (6 page)

And she wanted to. God, how she wanted to. She hungered to climb on top of Rory, lower herself onto that rock-hard shaft and ride him hard and fast until he screamed her name.

But she wouldn’t. Not yet. Not until he was completely in her control.

Instead, she grasped hold of the nightdress and pushed it down her hips, allowing it to fall to the floor and pool at her feet. She stood naked before Rory, shaking out her golden hair so it fell down her back and slowly fondled her breasts until his breath turned ragged.

“What do you want, Rory?” she asked softly.

“I want to be inside you, Melissa,” he groaned. “I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. Come here, please.”

There was a pleading tone in his voice that made Melissa’s heart pound. He was almost there. Almost completely in her power. But not quite yet.

She climbed onto the bed and knelt between Rory’s knees. He watched her with yearning in his eyes but didn’t speak.

Melissa brushed her palms lightly over the skin of Rory’s hard thighs and watched it dimple and shiver under her touch. Then she trailed the tips of her fingers up the length of his hard shaft, barely touching him, her caress as light as a summer breeze.

Rory groaned. “Yes, that’s it. More.”

But Melissa withdrew her hand. “Beg me to touch you.”

“Please,” Rory responded. “Please touch me.”

A heady euphoria filled Melissa. She was in charge here. At last. Rory Thompson was putty in her hands. She cupped his balls in one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other around his stiff member. Slowly she worked him, jerking him off while Rory writhed, eyes closed, straining against his restraints.

Then abruptly, she stopped. Melissa crawled forward, threw one leg over his stomach and straddled him, her hot, aching pussy poised just inches from the head of his swollen cock.

“How badly do you want me?” she asked.

“So bad I can hardly breathe,” he said huskily. “Ride me, Melissa. I need to be inside you.”

He lifted his hips, thrusting upward, straining to take her. But Melissa raised herself out of his reach.

“I don’t think so. You have to do as you’re told if you want me. Can you do that?”

“Yes. You’re such a minx,” he breathed. “So god-damned sexy.” He flopped back, going still as commanded.

“That’s better.”

Placing her palms on his heaving chest, Melissa slowly lowered herself. As the tip of Rory’s engorged cock touched the wet petals of her pussy, she almost cried out in pleasure but bit her lip to stop herself. A searing wave of bliss sizzled along her nerves and her eyes softly closed. Rory lay still and quiescent as Melissa moved lower, guiding the head of his swollen shaft to the dark, pulsing heat of her entrance and pausing there. She rocked in tiny movements, mewling as the shiny tip of Rory’s cock brushed her inflamed skin, sending thrills of electricity sweeping through her.

Rory moaned, pulling against the handcuffs until they scraped along the metal of the headboard. Melissa inched further down, allowing the tip of Rory’s cock to enter her. It took all of her will power to pause there as Rory groaned, panting and puffing.

“That’s it, Melissa. Oh god, that’s it.”

It was all suddenly too much. Her resolve broke and Melissa thrust onto Rory’s waiting cock, impaling herself on its thick, rigid hardness. Melissa cried out and Rory moaned as, in one fluid motion, his throbbing cock slid into her hot tunnel, filling her completely.

She paused for a second, concentrating on the sensation of having him inside her as a burning wave of ecstasy rolled out from the spot where he filled her. She began rocking her hips back and forth, moaning softly as his cock moved inside, sending little tingles through her groin and abdomen, making her dizzy with pleasure.

Rory growled, a deep, almost animal noise in the back of his throat. His burly arms pulled the restraints and Melissa knew he wanted to grab her. Knew he wanted to lift her up and slam her down on his aching cock.

Melissa swept her hands down his torso and rested them on his belly as she rocked atop him, her movements small and precise. Each time she moved forward, pressure was applied to her inflamed clit, sending new waves of bliss rolling through her. Slowly her tempo increased and Rory began grinding as she rode him, thrusting his hips up to meet her and burying his cock deep into her aching heat.

Melissa’s moans turned deep and husky, gasping in and out of her chest in time to her rhythm. With a wild cry she leaned back, head lolling and began bouncing atop him. Her breasts bobbed as she rode him roughly, breath ragged and hoarse. Rory grunted as he thrust into her, the bed creaking under the pressure of their wild fucking.

Her orgasm began to build as Melissa rode Rory’s cock frantically, each thrust sending a shiver of burning ecstasy through her. The bonfire inside built and built and built until she could barely think. Dimly, she was aware of Rory groaning loudly and that his pumping beneath her had become furious. Then suddenly his hips bucked and he emptied himself into her.

“Melissa!”

As he yelled her name, Melissa lost herself. An explosion of mind-shattering bliss broke her into a million pieces and swept her away on a tide of euphoria. She might have shouted. She might have screamed Rory’s name. She might have woken the neighbors with her shrill wails of pleasure. But she didn’t care.

She screwed her eyes tight shut, concentrating as wave after wave of ecstasy pumped through her body. Surely nothing should feel this good? After what seemed an eternity, the sensation slowly ebbed and weakness flooded her. She slumped forward, lying on Rory’s heaving chest and tucking her cheek into his shoulder.

With her ear pressed to his chest she could hear the thundering of his heart and the whistle of his harsh breaths as his own orgasm ebbed. She closed her eyes, enjoying the solid feel of Rory’s naked body pressed against hers and the warmth that seeped into her skin at his touch. Her eyelids drooped and she snuggled into him, throwing one arm across his chest and pulling him close.

“Wow,” Rory murmured after a moment. “Just wow. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

Melissa smiled but instead of feeling triumphant, she was just happy that she and Rory could make each other feel so good.

“Me neither,” she whispered.

After a moment, Rory’s powerful arms circled around her, crushing her in a hug that made her feel warm and safe. Her eyes slid closed. But then a thought struck her. Rory’s arms? She sat bolt upright to see the handcuffs hanging empty on the headboard.

Realization slowly dawned. “But…but…” she spluttered. “You mean you could get free any time?”

He smiled, one hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Anytime.”

“Then why didn’t you?” she asked indignantly.

“Why would I want to? Letting you do that to me was…amazing.”

She watched him, trying to figure out if he was making fun of her. She saw only honesty in his deep brown gaze. She knew she ought to be annoyed. But she wasn’t. A smile twitched the corners of her mouth and before she could stop it, laughter bubbled out: laughter at the absurdity of her plan, at Rory for going along with it, but most of all, laughter because it was so good being here with Rory. After a moment he joined in, his chest shaking with mirth.

She reached out and traced his jawline with her finger. He was so handsome. “Oh, Rory.”

He pulled her down and kissed her. Gone was the mad passion of earlier. Instead, his kiss was soft and tender. Melissa closed her eyes and surrendered. Rory’s smell was all around her, his skin warm where it touched hers, his hair tickling where it brushed her cheek.

After a moment Rory growled and rolled over, pressing her beneath him. Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, feeling the soft, silky texture of his hair beneath her hands. Rory shifted, pushing her legs apart with his knees and something brushed against her mound.

“You’re hard again,” she murmured.

“Of course I am,” he replied. “This is what you do to me, Melissa.”

He kissed her again, more forcefully this time, and she realized that she was ready for him again too. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as the tip of his hard member found the hot darkness of her slit once more.

He broke their kiss and raised his head to watch her as he slowly eased himself inside. She gasped as he entered her but kept her eyes focused on Rory’s as he pulled out and gently pushed in once more. He fucked her slowly, sensually, each thrust of his hard cock filling her completely and then lingering inside before pulling out and driving in once more.

Rory watched her the whole time. Melissa shivered as heat began to build. Wrapping her legs tighter around him, she gripped the hard muscles of his back, her nails digging into his smooth skin. In response to her growing pleasure, Rory thrust harder, quicker, driving spears of bliss into her abdomen.

Rory’s weight on top of her, his scent around her, his hard cock buried deep, swept Melissa away. As orgasm rolled through her for the second time she gripped him tight with her thighs, holding him deep inside as she was engulfed by ecstasy.

Only when her climax ebbed did he begin driving once more, pumping her hard and fast until, with a yowl, he reached his own climax.

As it passed, Rory raised himself up onto his hands and stared down at her for what seemed an age. She looked up at him, drowning in the warmth of his gaze. It was so full of light and laughter that it made Melissa’s heart swell. There seemed a world of unspoken promises in that stare. He lay down and pulled her into the crook of his body and gently kissed the top of her head. Neither spoke. Melissa couldn’t find the words to express what she felt. Safe. Warm. Complete.

Tonight she’d set out to have her fun with Rory Thompson. She’d wanted to prove she was in charge, but she’d proved something else instead. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But at the moment it didn’t matter. She was lying in Rory’s arms, the warmth of his body seeping into hers. Everything else could wait.

And the night was still young. As she turned to kiss Rory once more she wondered what other uses they could devise for those handcuffs. It would be fun finding out.

Loving The Boy Next Door

T
he doorbell rang and Melissa Smyth jumped, almost spilling coffee over her arm. A thrill of anticipation quickened her pulse. Rory! He’d arrived!

Setting down her cup and magazine, she leapt to her feet and hurried into the hallway. As she set her hand to the door handle she knew a stupid grin was spreading across her face but didn’t care. Rory had come to see her so of course she was smiling! He’d left her bed this morning after a night of passion that had left Melissa tired, aching and utterly elated. Only a few hours had passed since she’d seen him but it felt like forever.

She yanked the door open and the greeting died on her lips. It wasn’t Rory at all. Instead of the tall, gorgeous man she’d been expecting, her eyes alighted on the small, slim figure of her friend, Sarah.

“Hi, Sarah,” Melissa managed, trying to hide her disappointment. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Sarah arched an expertly-shaped eyebrow. “What? You didn’t think I’d let last night pass without a full report did you?”

Heat reddened Melissa’s cheeks. She’d been having an affair with her sexy neighbor, Rory, for a while and until yesterday he’d been calling the shots. But she and Sarah had hatched a plan to change that. And it had worked. Last night, Rory was the submissive one, doing everything Melissa wanted. Their antics had gone on for most of the night and Rory had fucked her so many times Melissa had lost count. She ached between her legs where he’d been inside her but it was a beautiful, warm sort of ache.

And she’d realized their night together had been about more than just sex. It had been… special. But how could she explain that to her formidable, strong-willed friend?

Sarah swept past Melissa and entered the living room, flopping into an easy chair. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as Melissa took a seat opposite.

“Well? How did it go? Tell me everything!”

“What do you want to know?” Melissa asked, squirming.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. Did you stick to the plan?”

Melissa nodded uneasily. “I was so nervous I thought I might throw up!” she admitted. “That sort of stuff might come easily to you, Sarah, but it’s not really me. ”

“So, did the plan work?” Sarah was perched on the edge of her seat, hands clasped in anticipation.

Images flashed before Melissa’s eyes. Rory lying naked atop the bed, his bronze body restrained by handcuffs. His huge, hard cock pumping bliss through her body as she rode him hard and fast. His ragged breath as he yelled her name.

“Oh yes, it worked, ” she murmured. “In fact, it worked pretty much all night.”

Sarah punched the air. “Excellent! I told you it would, didn’t I? Men like to think they’re in charge when it comes to bedroom antics but it only takes a little effort to put them in their place.”

Despite herself, Melissa couldn’t help grinning at her friend’s enthusiasm. “By the end he was doing whatever I asked and begging me to touch him. It was crazy! ”

“And I bet right now he’s thinking about what he can do next to please you,” Sarah replied, nodding. “And you can take whatever enjoyment you want from him.”

“I sure can,” Melissa said, remembering how Rory had pleasured her, using his fingers, his tongue, his throbbing cock to take her to unbelievable heights of bliss.

And yet it hadn’t felt like dominance, like one of them having control over the other. Rather, it had been an unspoken promise between them, a promise that they would give each other pleasure until they were both complete.

“So who is this guy?” asked Sarah.

Melissa swallowed as a jolt of dread went through her. She’d known this question would come up. Sarah wouldn’t be content for Melissa’s man to remain a mystery forever. But how was she, Melissa, supposed to tell her oldest friend, the leader of the pack that used to torment Rory at school, that the man who’d fucked her senseless last night was the same nerd who’d trailed them around during their teenage years?