Sommer Marsden - Boys Next Door

There was that one fumbling awkward moment of first entry and then he drove up and into me, my body so slick with want it took him greedily.

‘Welcome to town, Farrell,’ he said, thrusting deep. ‘And might I say –’ I kissed him quiet, rotating my hips just a bit. Already I was so close to coming I felt almost sad. I didn’t want it to be over that fast. And yet, the fear and the closeness and his kindness and – dear God, yes – the smell of this man had me on that razor’s edge.

‘I’m going to come, like … super fast,’ I admitted, rocking against him.

‘I’m going to be right behind you, I fear,’ he said.

Below us there was a clanking, grinding noise. ‘Uh-oh, I think we might be getting a speedier repair than expected.’

And then we were both laughing, that secretive almost hysterical laughter that comes with getting away with something. He slammed into me, high and hard and I pressed to him in small lazy rocking movements. Every thrust from Deke jarred my body with an intoxicating friction you cannot fake. It happens or it doesn’t. And God, yes, fuck, it was happening.

Finally – but somehow still too soon – my clit gave up a burst of joy and my cunt clamped down on him and I kissed him fiercely. When I bit his lower lip and gasped, ‘I’m coming,’ my new friend Deke groaned, and sighed out warm breath against my throat as he came.

The elevator rocked, dipped, growled with machinery. He dropped one more unexpected kiss on my lips and said, lips pressed to my ear, ‘I usually like to cuddle after, but unless you want to really enter town with a bang, I’d suggest we get ourselves –’

The elevator, dropped, caught, swayed and started to grind to life. The light came on and I was shoving my leg in my pants and zipping like a mad woman.

‘No cameras, right?’ I gasped.

‘Right. Cameras cost money and this building is as old as the dirt it’s built on.’

‘Thank God.’

When the doors opened wide we glanced at each other and smiled. He swept is hand forward. ‘Ladies first.’

I hurried out, happy to be on the solid ground. ‘Thanks. And hey, I don’t normally … I mean that’s the first time …’

‘I’m flattered. First time for me too.’

For a moment I thought he meant ever , which was laughable, but then he grinned. ‘In an elevator. ’

‘Oh right! Right. Anyway, it was …’ I stuck my hand out feeling like an ass. ‘It was nice.’

‘Yes it was.’

‘To meet you,’ I snorted.

‘That too. Let me bring you some wine.’

‘Wine?’

‘Later.’

‘Later?’

He leaned against the railing that looked all the way down into the lobby. ‘Is there an echo in here?’

I blushed. ‘Sorry. I just … am very confused.’

‘We’ll discuss it over wine. Cool?’

‘Sure.’ I let out a long even breath to calm the flock of butterflies in my belly. ‘I’m at –’

‘213 Lady Bug Lane,’ Deke said.

‘I … how?’

‘If you stand on your front porch and look across the street …’

Uh-oh.

‘I’m the stone house to the left.’

Deke was one of the three little pigs!

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