Some Sugar(5)

Amazing flavor burst on his tongue, and the moan he’d been holding in, he finally released.

“Fuck me,” he said, moaning again. It really was that good.

Within two bites one roll was gone, and he picked up another.

Faith was a good cook, and the rolls did their job. All was forgiven. He hoped she was a bitch to him more often.

He licked the remnants of the cream cheese glaze from his fingers, and knew he couldn’t go to work without another. Wrapping three more in paper towels, he stored them into an airtight box.

With time ticking, he climbed into the shower and began to soap his body. His rock-hard cock stood right out in front of him, begging to be touched.

Closing his eyes, he wrapped his fingers around the length, and started to soothe the ache. Thinking about Faith, he imagined her sinking to her knees in front of him. She would pull down his shorts, and even though there was a chance of them getting caught, she would pull his dick out, and take it right into her pretty little mouth. He’d wrap her brown hair around his fist as he started to sink inside her mouth, going deep until he hit the back of her throat. She wouldn’t push him away either. No, she would want him to go deeper, and he’d love it.

Hunter growled as his release shot out of the tip of his cock onto the bottom of his shower, the water washing it away. He held onto the shower, panting for breath.

This wasn’t the first time he’d masturbated to the thought of his neighbor, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was so fucking beautiful, and he wanted her. Even with her bitchy attitude, he wanted her. He wanted to bend her over a bed and spank her nice plump ass for all of her naughtiness.

Instead, he climbed out of his shower, dried off his body, and got ready for work. He wasn’t conventional in his approach to helping people. He believed in breaking away from the mold of a sofa and talking.

He was hands-on, and believed in helping constantly. His home was his sanctuary, and he was always careful. The women and men he helped, he made sure were not at risk of thinking there was going to be something more. He avoided relationships as he had yet to find the right woman.

Thinking about Faith, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was a chance with her. They had gotten off on the wrong foot, but there was a fine line between hate and lust. Just the thought made him exceedingly happy.

He would have to go over there this evening and say thank you for the rolls. Already there was a chance of something more, and he was happy about that, more than happy.





Chapter Three



“I handed my neighbor some rolls,” Faith said, talking to her friend Dru. They both worked at the casino. Dru worked the tables, helping men gamble. She had abundant cleavage on show, and her face was made up heavily. They were completely different, and yet had found a kind of solidarity in their work. While she was curvy, Dru was slender with large tits.

“This is the guy that is the horn dog, right?”

“Actually, I completely misjudged him. He’s not a horn dog at all.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope. I’m not kidding. He’s a life coach.”

“Holy shit. Is he a bad one?” Dru asked.

“Nope. He’s a good one. Award-winning, and most sought after as well. I was mean to him, and I told him no to sugar, and I’ve been a bitch.”

“You’ve been a bitch. Sweetie, there’s not a horrible bone in your body.”

“Yeah, well, I was mean, and I was horrible, and I feel really bad. I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said. It wasn’t me. I just saw stuff and assumed, and ugh, now I feel so bad, and so guilty.” It was why she had spent most of the morning baking him some more rolls. Her shift started today at twelve, and she had wanted to get some overtime in as well.

Being at home all day, trying to find work was harder than just coming to work. Besides, in between serving customers and helping out the girls on the tables, she could always check the internet on her cell phone.

“Is he good-looking?”

“Yeah, he is.” She couldn’t deny that Hunter was good-looking. He was, and she had even fantasized about him herself. She was embarrassed by that as well. Even when she had thought the worst of him, she had still found him attractive.

“I see that hungry look in your eye. You should totally beg for forgiveness and you know, offer to suck his cock.”

Faith rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to try and sleep with my neighbor.”

“You have not been with anyone in a long time. You ever thought that it might be a little dusty down there?”

“Ew, gross. My bits are fine, and dust-free.” Faith rolled her eyes again, laughing. “You’re insane.”