Short Story ... Courteous Neighbor

Courteous Neighbor

Part Five.

Settling my back against the force of the jets, I picked up and drank what remained of my beer out of pure frustration. My cock was yearning to feel the stretch of her luscious lips wrapped around it and the scowl on my face darkened. It’d sure wipe that damned smirk off her face. Who does she think she’s playing with here? She’s provoking my inner fucking demon.

Stretching my arm out, I wrapped my hand around my glass and sipped on my bourbon, cocking one brow at Mason’s black look. He looks just like a child who’s had his favorite toy taken away from him. All sullen and moody. I slid further down in my seat so the jets could work their magic on my shoulders while I tried to remember if I’d put all my toys away. I was pretty confident it wouldn’t take much to get him into my room…and I was almost sure what I needed was still attached to my bed.

“The jets will stop at any moment---are you ready?” she asked with feigned innocence and I grinned covetously.

“Oh, I’m ready, Sweetheart---are you?” I countered heatedly.

“More ready than you know, Mason.” She smiled devilishly with a hungry look in her eye and my cock jumped beneath the water. “Can you give me a hand to pull the cover back on?” My eyes raked down as she stood up, watching the water cascading over her breasts. Her dusky tips were still hardened little points and another surge pulsated through my cock. She dropped her eyes down when I stood up to help drag the cover back into position. My hardened cock was standing proudly at attention.

“Jesus,” Mason exclaimed when he climbed out of the warm spa and I giggled, but I had to concur. The icy wind was twice as cold now we were both soaking wet and Mason was vigorously rubbing the towel over himself. I glanced down and noticed the howling wind had also had a detrimental effect on the hardness of his cock while I fought the goosebumps rising over my skin and toweled myself off. I wrapped my towel around my shoulders and quickly flipped the other half of the lid over to cover the spa and picked up my empty glass.

“Come on,” I urged and Mason picked up his empty bottle, close on my heels as I raced to the back door. We both headed straight for the open fire once we got inside. I kneeled down in front of the flames, placing my glass down to the side while Mason remained standing, running the towel over his head with one hand. My eyes were glued to the tempting sight of his cock at eye level while I relieved him of his empty bottle, placing it down next to my discarded glass.

Desire incited a quiver of arousal to course heatedly through my blood. Reaching out with one hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his semi-erect cock. Mason’s hand stilled on the top of his head for a second while I stroked slowly up the shaft until the edge of my hand bumped against the underside ridge of his head and back down again, tightening my grip slightly.

My cock thickened in response to her touch. Jesus. I dragged the towel off my head and let it fall in a heap to the floor. Looking down, I saw her towel was already off her shoulders and pooled on top of her feet that were folded beneath her. When she kneeled up and her mouth moved closer, my hand automatically moved around to the base of her neck to grasp a handful of her tangled hair.

Mason’s grip was hard, but I wanted it harder. Looking up and making eye contact with him, I leaned forward and extended my tongue. With steady strokes of my hand, I continued up and down his hardening shaft and ran my tongue teasingly over the bottom of his ball sac. My flattened tongue lazily licked back and forth, coating the base of his balls with my saliva before I licked up between them, flicking with the pointed tip of my tongue, earning a barely audible moan to leave Mason’s throat. Opening my mouth, my lips encased one ball and I sucked gently, running my tongue around it while it was in my mouth.

Fuck me---her mouth is so deliciously hot. When she let my ball drop out of her mouth, she immediately encased the other, working her tongue all the way around it while I tightened my grip in her hair. My eyes closed when she hummed and the vibration raced through my ball and had my dick jumping in her grip. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked both balls in at once. I placed my free hand down on top of her head, guiding her head further down, coaxing her to continue while I flexed my hips back a little to elevate the angle of my tightening scrotum so she had better access.

Mason’s grip still wasn’t as tight as I liked it. Opening my mouth, I allowed his saliva covered balls to ease out and stroked my hand up along his length until the edge of my hand poised beneath his head and I squeezed slightly. Using my tongue in a loose Z formation, I worked my way up the underside of his now hard shaft, releasing the grip of my hand to enable my tongue to travel right up beneath the ridge of his cockhead. Kneeling up on my knees, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, securing my lips at the base of it while I ran my tongue in a circular motion around and around. The tip of his cock pulsed and expanded on my tongue and I sucked on him like a delicious lollipop, savoring the taste of him when a droplet of pre-cum leaked from his slit.

My eyes were closed, my head lolled back, enjoying the warmth of her mouth. With one hand resting on the top of her head, my fingers tightened their grip on the fistful of hair at her nape. I was undecided what I wanted to do. I wanted to bury my cock down her tight little throat, but I was enjoying her tongue thrashing around the head of my dick while her alternating suction had my cock pulsing harder and harder. When her lips descended down my stalk and the heat of her mouth engulfed my length, a hungry growl left my throat. My fist tightened and I thrust my hips, sending my cock down to be squeezed by the tight walls of her throat. Fuck me, her mouth is heaven.

When Mason eased his cock out, I resisted the force of his hand trying to urge me to accept his cock back down my throat, and pulled away, my eyes dropping down to see the tantalizing bounce of his cock when it left my mouth. “I’d be more comfortable on my bed---wouldn’t you?” I grinned suggestively up at him from my knees. His hand loosened its grip on the back of my head and he untangled his fingers.

“By all means---lead the way, Darlin’,” Mason growled. His brows arched when he entered the room behind me and saw the thickness of the turned posts on my four-post bed while my eyes flickered to the two posts at the head of the bed.

“Lay in the middle, on your back,” I directed with a sensual smile and waited until he was comfortable. Like a cat, I crawled up onto the mattress from the end, placing my hands and knees on either side of both of his. Mason frowned when I kept crawling up his body with a salacious grin on my lips. “Remember when I mentioned my mouth isn’t the first place I wanted you to taste?” His lips stretched into a hungry grin and his chocolate eyes roamed down the front of my body.

“Bring that mouth-watering pussy up here, Sweetheart,” he responded heatedly. Perfect. I crawled further up until my hands were on the mattress near his shoulders and my knees were in line with his chest.

“Why don’t you stretch your arms up and out…give me a little more room,” I suggested calmly and rotated my hips, grazing the top of his chest with the bared lips of my pussy. When his arms were spread out along the top of the mattress, I inched up until I lowered my pussy down on his mouth. His moist tongue immediately went to work, licking up through the length of my cleft. When he flicked the pointed tip back and forth over my clit, my mouth opened and a loud moan of pleasure escaped while my pussy rippled, drowning him with my taste. I leaned forward, pushing my pussy harder against his mouth. With first one hand, then the other, I gathered up the rope attached to the back of the bedposts, writhing on his tongue while I gently laid the cuffs down near his wrists. Within seconds, I’d fastened the two handcuffs, one around each wrist and Mason yanked hard while I rose up and dismounted his mouth with a satisfied grin.

“What in the fuck?” He growled angrily. Using considerable strength, he yanked again. But he was going nowhere. Those stainless steel, screw in eyelets were fastened into the turned posts so securely, he had no hope in hell of being able to pull them out, no matter how hard he tried.

he had no hope in hell of being able to pull them out, no matter how hard he tried.