UseMe

Use Me

Ann
Cory

Cal Sheppard learns fast that being the new guy on the block
isn’t all bad, especially when Sabrina, the hot young babe across the street,
washes her car in a barely there bikini. After Sabrina catches him staring, she
asks if she can use him to satisfy a burning need. Ever a good neighbor, Cal is
more than happy to oblige—on the weight bench and up against a wall, for
starters. Turns out, getting used has some serious perks.

An EC for Men erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

Use Me

Ann Cory

Chapter One

Cal Sheppard wiped sweat from his forehead. The sweltering
summer heat burned his lungs with each breath. He surveyed the mess of boxes
cluttering the garage. In another week his furniture would arrive and he’d feel
officially moved in. The neighborhood, from what he’d scoped out, suited him.
More importantly, the cost of living here fit his budget. The house still
needed a fresh coat of paint and a few minor repairs, but he specialized in
fixing things up. Best of all, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his house
to an angry ex-wife.

From the cooler he snatched an ice-cold beer and pressed the
glass against his face. The old, clunky fan from inside the garage squeaked
with each oscillation. He took another swig and shook his head at the mess he
had to tackle. Where to start? His earlier burst of motivation had melted with
the heat.

Cal considered heading inside to hook up the cable. Maybe
he’d plop down in the recliner—his only piece of furniture right now—and watch
sports. Only the tools he needed were still packed away. The cable would have
to wait.

Across the street, the garage door to the two-story ivory
house opened. A gorgeous dark-haired twentysomething stepped out, her body
moving to the driving beat of classic rock blaring from the radio.

Cal took a long, slow drink of beer and drank in her sweet
perfection.

Shapely sun-kissed legs peeked out from short, frayed denim
shorts, hugging her hips tight. She unzipped a white hoodie and tossed it,
along with a pair of sandals, inside the sleek silver Porsche in the driveway.
When she straightened, the bright pink bikini top displayed her lush, round
breasts.

Christ. Her curves were criminal.

He’d glimpsed her a few times since he’d moved in. From what
he’d gathered, she liked to drive fast, looked phenomenal in shades, and wore
her clothes short and tight. Her voluptuous form in a miniskirt and skintight
tank top had helped seal the deal on his buying the house. He’d been staring at
the contract in his hand, warring with uncertainties when she’d pulled up in
her car. A woman who appreciated fine cars was a rare find. But it was the
sight of her tan, lithe legs as she climbed out from the car that sent his head
spinning. And god help him, the rest of her came into view soon after. Some
people preferred a view of trees. Others preferred a water view. He preferred
the view of a smoking-hot babe. To the Realtor’s delight, he’d signed on the
line.

The dark-haired beauty disappeared into the garage to the
count of two pulses and returned with a bucket and sponge. He couldn’t tear his
gaze from her breasts and how they bobbled with each step. So round and, he
imagined, soft.

“Afternoon,” she called out and waved a hand toward him.

Embarrassed to be caught staring, Cal raised his hand but
kept his mouth shut.
Way to go.
At least he hadn’t started drooling. He
needed to find a distraction. Perhaps open a few boxes, organize some tools.
How long had he been staring at her anyway? He still was, and damn if he could
help it.

Miss Long and Lean Legs dragged a watering hose from the
side of the house and attached a nozzle. Before he could busy himself with
something, anything, she set the hose down and headed over to him.

Her provocative walk made it difficult to keep his level of
vision trained above her chin. Those baubles ready to burst from her bikini top
were mesmerizing. He hoped she didn’t plan to slap his face and tell him to
fuck off, call him a dirty old man. Granted, he was only thirty-seven, not
quite a dinosaur, but she might not like being ogled.

She stopped about an inch in front of him and smiled,
showcasing cute dimples in both cheeks.

“I’ve been meaning to come over and say hi,” she said and
held out her hand. “I’m Sabrina.”

“Cal.” His breath quickened at the touch of her warm, soft
hand.

“So you’re the new owner,” she said with a nod to his house.
“Glad to see someone snatched it up.”

She spoke with a honey-laced lilt. Breathy. Sexy.

“Sure did.”

“You’ll like it here. Quiet neighborhood.”

He liked it even better right now. Cal hoped his smile
looked charming and not crazed. “You lived here long?”

Her shoulders lifted and made her breasts bob. “Ten years.”

The sun made her long, dark hair glossy, like wet paint. If
he kept his eyes on her hair he might keep forming sentences.

“I’m pretty much only here during the summer,” she
continued. “The rest of the time I’m away at college.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hm. It’s my final year. I can’t wait to be done.”

“I’ll bet.” She smelled sweet. Some heady vanilla-and-spice
concoction that made him want to bury his face in her neck.

Head tilted, she asked, “What about you?”

“I do mechanic work. Fix up classic cars in my spare time.”

She lowered her eyes to his hands. It had been two years now
since he’d removed his wedding ring. Three years since the messy divorce.
Sometimes he still felt the weight of commitment on his finger. He checked to
make sure his hand was bare.

“So then, it’s just you here?”

Her green eyes searched him. He bet they darkened before she
climaxed. “Yep.”

The dimples deepened the more her lips curved upward. “Huh.
Well, you’re probably busy with moving in and all. I just wanted to come over
and say hi. I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Figured I better wash the car.”

Cal regretted not moving in sooner. “Good day for it.”

“It is.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and the spicy
vanilla scent returned in full force. Pretty soon his tongue would be wagging.

Thinking she might be waiting on him, he said, “Well, good
to meet you.”

Sabrina dazzled him again with her dimples. “Great to meet
you too, Cal.”

She tucked her hands inside her pockets and walked away, her
hips in full swing. Right then he didn’t care who witnessed him watching. Her
luscious ass held him hostage. He imagined her tight little body stripped bare.
Then he imagined her bent over, her ass backed up into him with her hands
clasped around her ankles, breasts jiggling while he drove into her until his
dick was raw.

Don’t be an idiot. She’s beyond your middle-aged league.

He released a tightly held breath.

Hoping some food might help to take his mind off fucking the
sweet young thing across the street, Cal went inside the house and made a
sandwich that he barely got his mouth around.

* * * * *

Cal tossed the paper plate into the makeshift trash bin in
the kitchen nook and patted his stomach. The food quelled one appetite, but his
sexual appetite ran rampant. No matter what he tried to think about, his
thoughts returned to Sabrina and her curvaceous figure. Her pink bikini top and
short shorts were burned into his retinas.

He ran cold water on his face in the bathroom and checked
the mirror that needed replacing. His dark, unruly hair didn’t look half bad,
though it could use a trim. No visible gray showed, yet. Not too many wrinkles
save a few lines around the eyes. He’d put on about five pounds, but nothing he
couldn’t work off. Despite a rocky marriage and years of hard living, he still
had it.

Restless in a house full of unopened boxes, he returned
outside. Cal grabbed another beer from the cooler. He really should start
unpacking. One of the boxes had the air conditioner tucked away in it, which he
could use in the house, but damn if he knew which one.

Across the way, Sabrina’s squeal echoed, snaring his attention.
A spray of water doused her from the hose lying on the driveway until she
kicked it over.

“I dropped the hose and sprayed myself,” she hollered,
backed by a hearty laugh. “How embarrassing! I mean, look at me.”

She turned her body toward him, arms out, as if presenting
herself. And Cal did look. No, he fucking gaped. Her teeny-tiny soaking-wet
bikini top barely concealed her breasts as it was, but now the material seemed
even smaller. Tiny droplets misted her skin and ran down all the places he
wanted to touch.

His cock stirred.

“This time maybe I’ll actually get the car.” She picked up
the hose and aimed the nozzle at the Porsche.

Cal nodded and painfully walked into the garage to adjust
himself. He opened a box marked ODDS AND ENDS and moved a bunch of junk around,
all the while keeping an eye on Sabrina. It seemed she didn’t mind if he
watched, but he didn’t want to be obvious to everyone else. At any rate, he
lacked the willpower to pull his gaze away. A goddamn fantasy was going on at
the house across the street. A very wet and very wild one. Enough to distract
him from getting a single thing accomplished.

His cell phone vibrated in the back pocket of his shorts.
Lousy
timing.

Cal flipped the phone open. “Yeah?”

“It’s Jack.”

“And?”

“Man, I’m running late. It’ll be another hour before I can
drop the car off.”

“Fine.”

“You sound distracted. Busy or something?”

“I moved, idiot. ’Course I’m busy.”

“Right. Check you later.”

“Yep.”

He closed the phone and tossed it on one of the boxes.

His friend said he’d sounded distracted, but distracted
didn’t even come close. Cal couldn’t help but keep his attention on Sabrina.
Her every movement jacked his pulse. The way she soaped the car. The way the
muscles in her thighs rippled when she bent down. The way she raised to her
tiptoes to wash the roof of the car. He loved how her shorts rode up, just
enough to give him a peep show. Cal wanted to be the thin layer of denim
nestled between her thighs.

His body shuddered. Sabrina distracted him to a point of
ridiculousness. While it had been about a year since he’d last gotten laid,
he’d never gotten this wound up over a woman. Somehow, she’d thrown the switch
to keep him locked on fuck-me mode. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. As he
watched the back spray coat her golden body, his mind conjured some interesting
scenarios.

He pictured her sprawled spread-eagled, beaming at him with
her infectious smile, lashes fluttering, her pussy glistening wet. He could
almost hear her seductive voice saying, “look at me, look at me” and begging
him to lick every inch of her dry.

Cal wanted to run over there, strip her naked and fuck her
on the hood of the car. Watch her writhe until she came, screaming his name,
those dimples etched deep into her cheeks.

Looking down, he noticed his cock seconded that fantasy.

He ran a hand down his face. Maybe it was good she’d be
leaving. Otherwise he’d have to move his recliner out into the front yard and
stay parked in it all day and night. Just to sneak a peek. Who needed cable? A
hot college girl in a string bikini, wet and squealing, served all his
entertainment needs. Well, not all of them, but enough.

A groan dislodged from his throat at the sight of Sabrina
moving to the rear of the car.
Baby got back.
The denim accentuated her
firm ass to agonizing perfection. He glanced up in time to see her look back at
him over her shoulder and wink. His jaw unhinged. She turned away and swiveled
her ass while bending down to scrub the license plate.

“I’ll be damned,” he said under his breath. “She made damn
certain that I was watching.”

Cal quit pretending to unpack the box and rested his elbows
on the lid. This was a spectator sport that suited him. He took in the sight of
Sabrina’s toned, svelte body. Nothing about her appeared harsh. She seemed
soft, shapely, approachable. Had he bigger balls, he’d stalk up behind her and
slip his dick between her thighs without warning. She’d gasp, faking surprise.
Probably pretend she didn’t want his big cock poking into her. Then she’d untie
her bikini top and let her breasts fill his hands.

Without a word, she’d unzip her shorts, let them fall around
her ankles along with her bikini panties and lean forward, placing her hands on
the car, ass up. He’d plunge his cock into her soaking-wet pussy, his thighs
and balls slamming against her ass. She’d beg him to shove his cock deeper.
Call out dirty little words from her sweet cherry lips. “Fuck me, Cal, come all
over my ass and then whip me around and come on my tits.” Her thighs would
quiver as his cum trickled down between the cheeks of her ass. She would keep
calling out his name, begging for more, telling him he was the greatest fuck
ever.

“Cal.” Sabrina’s voice sounded all too real and all too
close.

Startled to see her standing in his driveway, he blinked and
straightened but stayed behind the box. Whether it would flatter her or not to
know he sported a hellacious erection, he didn’t want it advertised.

“What’s up?”

“I guess you didn’t hear me.” She flipped her hair back and
gave him an I-know-what-you-were-thinking smile.

He hated being so transparent.

“Um, no, sorry. Do you need something?” Cal couldn’t help a
quick glance at her cleavage. Her nipples pressed through the drenched bikini
top as if they were large pebbles. The humidity inside the garage bumped up a
few notches.

“I wondered if you had any of those scrubbing pads for the
tires. My sponge isn’t doing a good enough job. If not, that’s okay, I can do
without.”

“I have some around here…somewhere.” Cal rummaged through
random boxes, silently cursing himself for not labeling any of them. He didn’t
want to let her down. Then he remembered the bucket he’d kicked beneath his
workbench earlier. He grabbed for it as if it were a winning lottery ticket and
pulled out a package of new sponges.

“Here you go.” Cal handed her the package.

“Thank you so much,” she said softly. “I sure appreciate
it.”

“No problem. I have plenty. Go ahead and keep them.”

Her gaze tracked below his waist and then back up to his
face. “You’re a very accommodating neighbor.”