Short Story ... Courteous Neighbor

Courteous Neighbor

Part Four.

When Mason stood up, I cocked one brow, enthralled with watching the water slide down his masculine form. Dropping my eyes, I got my first unimpeded look at the mouth-watering sight of his hand firmly stroking the hard length of his shaft, from root to tip, and my lips curled in appreciation. Hmmm---not bad. Maybe a little more than average but from the commanding grip of his hand around it, he certainly looked like he knew how to put it to good use. I always said it wasn’t the size of the tool that mattered---it was whether the owner attached to it knew how to use it that made all the difference. When I flicked my gaze back up, I saw the commanding look in his eyes. If he thinks I’m just going to give him quick blowjob, he’s got another think coming. Granted, there’s nothing I’d like more than to take his desirable length down my throat, but I wanted to savor it, not rush it.

“Open your mouth, Sweetheart,” he growled, taking one step to stand right in front of me. I casually took another drag of my cigarette, watching the play of goose bumps rise over his wet upper body from the icy wind that was howling through. His nipples instantly hardened and I wanted to clamp my teeth around them. Bringing my leg up, I planted my foot squarely in the middle of his chest, casually taking another drag on my cigarette.

“What’s the rush, Mason?” I almost laughed at the heated scowl that crossed his face. “Sit down before you freeze to death.”

“Sweetheart, you suck my cock right, I’ll forget all about being cold,” he stated hotly. Now that he’d acknowledged the cold, I saw the slight tremor shake his shoulders. This time, I did laugh aloud.

“Seeing as you can’t get hold of a locksmith until Monday, there’s plenty of time, Mason.” He stared down at me in angry disbelief and I tensed my leg, putting pressure on his chest. The dangerous glint in his eye excited me and my pussy ached with need, but I didn’t relent. Instead, I put even more pressure on my foot, pushing firmly against his chest.

“You’re nothing but a fucking cock tease---there’s only so much a man can take before he takes matters into his own hands,” he growled with a warning glint in his eyes. I saw the war he was waging within himself before he finally stepped back to sink down in the warm water.

Fucking tease. I should have just grabbed a handful of her tangled wet hair and shoved my cock down her throat. Okay, I’ll play her little game for a while. She’s right---there’s plenty of time. She finally flicked that disgusting cigarette over her shoulder and her sweet, curved mounds bounced temptingly. The buoyancy of her breasts in the water were like a mesmeric magnet to my eyes and I swiftly changed my mind. She’s got about five minutes before I take control.

“I’m going to put the jets on,” she grinned wickedly and my eyes raked over her glistening curves when she rose out of the water to lean over to the control panel next to me. She’s fucking dreaming if she thinks I can resist the temptation of her ripe flesh so close to my face. Flicking my tongue out, I swirled it teasingly around the tip of her distended tight bud.

When I felt the moist lick of Mason’s tongue, my eyes closed and I thrust my chest in his face. His hand broke the surface of the water at the same time I activated the jets, clamping around the lower curve of my breast in a harsh grip, lifting my breast up to his mouth while his fingers squeezed painfully around my soft flesh. His lips captured my rigid nub, sucking my sensitive peak into the heated depths of his mouth while his tongue lashed across the tip. My pussy quivered with an exhilarating flash of arousal so enjoyable that I allowed him to suckle for a few more seconds before I abruptly pulled away with a playful grin on my lips. His tongue is talented---but I had other plans. Desire heated through my belly, hardening my lower stomach while my clit pulsed with need.

I had a high sex drive and often satisfied myself---at least two or three times a day---but it had been a long dry spell and I hadn’t had a cock in a while. Now, opportunity had landed one squarely in my lap and I was going to take full advantage. My lips curled into a tantalizing smirk at the annoyed dark look on his face. He’s not the only one who can claim ownership of a Pandora’s Box.

Box.