Dirty Neighbor(14)

“I don’t know.”

“You do, babe.”

“I don’t want to ruin our neighborly friendship.”

“What friendship? You called me awful and dirty. I can make you dirty, Elisha.” His hands went from her hips, up to her breasts. She gasped and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. “I don’t have to be anything but an itch that you need to scratch, baby.”

The temptation was so strong.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to rub him through the denim. He was the biggest man she’d ever felt. Elisha didn’t have a lot to compare it to, but he felt damn good.

What would it be like just to have a guy she slept with? No, not sleep with, fucked. Maybe that word was too vulgar. Have sex with? Maybe?

Damn, she’d never been good at displaying her needs, or even thinking about it. Her sister had told her to start loosening up, but she just couldn’t do it. Elisha had never been able to bring herself to let go and embrace what she wanted.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said, whispering against her ear.

“I’m not afraid.”

“Good.” He sucked on her neck, and the goosebumps from his touch left her gasping. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. I don’t want you to stop.”

He started to unbutton her shirt, and even though she should protest, she couldn’t.

I want this.

She wanted it so damn badly.

Give in.

Let go.

Have what you’ve never had.

Gripping his cock a little tighter, she began to stroke him. When that wasn’t enough, she moved up, and slid her hand inside his jeans, cupping him. She was startled as the naked flesh of his cock touched her hand. “Where’s your underwear?”

“I don’t wear them. I like my dick to be free.” He spun her around so she had no choice but to pull her hand out of his pants. Brant didn’t stop there. He moved her so that she was pressed against the wall of her living room, away from the window.

He tore open her shirt sending buttons everywhere.

“Tell me to stop, Elisha,” he said.

Gritting her teeth, she shook her head.

“I’m not a rapist, baby. You want me to stop then tell me. I don’t force you.”

“I know. I want you. I want this.” Admitting the truth was a huge step for her. She wasn’t used to giving into what she actually wanted. Licking her dry lips, she stared up into his eyes.

He tugged his shirt over her head.

Holding her hand up on his chest, she made his pause. “This doesn’t mean anything. We’re not committed to each other, and we don’t have to turn this into something, right?”

“You’ve got that right. You’re Elisha, my neighbor. I’m Brant, your neighbor.”

Elisha smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

She didn’t want a relationship, or anything that would complicate her world. All she wanted was to have some fun.

Fun? She didn’t even know what that was anymore.

****

Brant’s cock was threatening to explode out of his jeans. He was so damn rock hard. Danny had been the one to interrupt their kiss. Once he’d taken care of the call, he’d come straight home, not even bothering to see Sean. He hated seeing her run from him. The moment he got his hands on her, he lost all sense.

She was so clean and innocent that he had to make her dirty, fuck her raw.

Elisha gripped his shoulders, grabbing him tightly.

“You want me to fuck you?” He had a lot of plans for her body, and he couldn’t wait to get started.

“God, yes.” She ran her hands down his chest toward the belt holding up his jeans. He wanted to fuck her so damn badly, to finally find out if she was as tight and wet as he imagined. Brant had spent too much time wondering about the feel of her cunt wrapped around his dick. Even when he’d been with Kasey, he’d thought about Elisha. It was what got him off.

“Tell me to fuck you. Tell me how much you want it.” He needed to hear her tell him exactly what she wanted.

She shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

“If you want my cock that’s exactly what you’re going to have to do.” He just wanted to hear her talk dirty. One of his fantasies was having Elisha tell him what she wanted. He was determined to break through this tough outer shell that she portrayed to the world, and find the woman deep inside her. “Tell me, baby. Let me hear those dirty words coming out of your mouth.”

She paused for a second, and hesitated. Part of him expected her to throw him out of her house.

“I want you to fuck me, Brant, please.”

Damn, he hadn’t expected that. His already hard cock was threatening to burst through his jeans. Grabbing her face, he tugged her close, and slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her. He didn’t wait long before sliding his tongue across her lips then plundering her mouth, tasting her.