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  I can’t stop thinking about him. Those eyes. That wink. His seductive smirk and the tattoos over muscles that beg to be touched.

  The third drawer of the nightstand opens smoothly and I find the next best thing to Logan. Long and thick, velvety smooth silicone with ridges carved for ideal enjoyment, my bright neon purple vibrator has never done me wrong and tonight will be no different. As dusk falls on the skyline outside my bedroom window, I turn on my familiar phallic friend and lay back against my pillows, letting the towel fall away from my body. Closing my eyes, I picture him above me with that smile. The one that silently says, “You know you want me.”

  My fingers play with my pussy for a moment, warming up my already engorged flesh and smearing my arousal. I imagine Logan’s hand instead of my own spreading me apart, replacing his fingers with his tongue to lap at my flesh. Somehow I just know he’s an expert. From the look in his eyes when he’d made me weak in the knees earlier I knew Logan ate pussy like a pro. A quick sad thought chases through my mind remembering how few times my ex had gone down on me. There was always an excuse. I’d had so few opportunities to enjoy the act. Pushing sadness from my mind, I sink further into my mattress and focus on my pleasure.

  A moan slips out of me when I press the vibrator against my pussy and rub it up and down. The hum of it working its magic mixed with my sighs and moans thinking of Logan hang in my bedroom. The trance falls over me, the kind that warns me I’m not far away from an orgasm, but I break from it momentarily when I hear a knock. Probably someone knocking on a neighbor’s door. Sounds play tricks on me here. I don’t let the noise stop me from working toward bliss, another groan falling from my lips as I grind my pussy against the vibrator, dipping the tip inside my body. My free hand gropes my breast, rolling my nipple evoking another note of pleasure.

  And then another knock. Two taps, louder…right above my headboard.

  I gasp and sit up, turning to look at the wall behind me as though I’d see through it. Dear God I hadn’t even been thinking. The paper thin walls. The person I shared those walls with…and the fact that he was the same person on my mind while I fucked myself. My pussy spasms. I’d been on the edge of explosion when the knock sounded and now an ache sits in my core. I turn off my vibrator and wait in silence for another knock. I want one more confirmation that it is Logan listening in.

  Three strong raps come from the same spot on my wall and I pull my knees up. Holy shit. A speeding train of thoughts races through my mind. What had I done or said in this room in the week he’s been living next door? It doesn’t matter. After a perfectly lovely conversation over coffee I’d chosen to rub one out to visions of my hot young neighbor—my kid’s substitute teacher, for fuck’s sake—and he just heard me through the mother fucking wall! I shut my eyes and try to keep shame and embarrassment at bay.

  Without warning, something daring and fueled by lust and inadvertent celibacy forces my hand into a fist and I knock back on the wall in the same place.

  Holy hell, why did I do that? My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I wait, cringing. I’ll never be able to look at him again. I picture myself sneaking in and out of my apartment, hurrying the kids to the bus stop avoiding eye contact with him. I’d never sit on my patio again for fear he’d be right beside me. If I ever look at Logan again I’ll only be able to think of the time he heard me masturbating…and when we both acknowledged it.

  “Do you need any help with that?” Logan’s muffled voice comes through my bedroom wall and my reaction isn’t what I would’ve expected. I burst out laughing, staring at the wall he sits on the opposite side of with a beaming smile. The sound of his muffled chuckle makes me sigh after another giggle.

  “Knock once for no and twice for yes,” he calls through the cheap drywall.

  Damn. My brain fires a million arguments at rapid speed. I don’t even know him. I don’t know if I’m ready to go down this road with anyone. He’s most likely almost a decade younger than me… He’s gorgeous. He’s kind. He’s funny. He’s offering to scratch the itch I have and I know if given the chance he’ll blow my fucking mind. I pull in a deep breath, set my vibrator on the nightstand, run a hand through my damp blonde waves and summon courage within myself for my reply.

  My knuckles meet the wall and knock twice. Yes.

  Chapter Two

  Logan

  No seemingly innocuous sound has ever made my dick twitch like the sound of two quick knocks on the wall. I shoot out of my bed where I’ve been listening to Monica pleasure herself next door and dart into my bathroom. Rummaging under the sink I find the box of condoms with a sigh of relief and shove some into the pocket of my gym shorts. It’s been months since I’ve gotten any. I’ve been too focused on school and work and the new apartment to spend time swiping left or right or going to the bars. And that’s all I need right now—a good fuck.

  Even though my morning with Monica was refreshing and fun and easy, I’m not looking for anything else. But I can’t stop thinking about more than her body.

  Monica sat beside me for hours this morning talking and flirting with me not giving a fuck that she had mascara under her eyes, knots in her hair and day old clothes on. When I looked at her like that, her genuine smile making my chest tingle, the only thing I could think was that that’s what it would be like to wake up beside her on any day of the week.

  We quickly found common ground, connecting on shared interests. She got my jokes. She gave me shit and I liked it. The way I felt under her stare was a feeling I haven’t ever experienced. When Monica’s eyes grazed over my body I felt heat rise from my groin to my sternum. There’d been a dozen times during our impromptu morning coffee date that I wanted to jump over the glass table between us and put my mouth on hers. I watched her lips with every word she spoke. I watched her throat work to swallow sugary coffee. Her hands had moved to touch the loose tendrils of hair at her temples a few times, her delicate collarbone once. Each time I wished my hands were hers. Something about her made me want everything—from the most innocent touch to the filthiest of fantasies.

  I draw in a breath and catch my reflection in the bathroom mirror. A quick hand through my hair, the fastest brush of my teeth ever and I head toward her door with a half a box of condoms in my pocket.

  My knuckles knock against her door then I wait. The thudding of my heart is new. Many women have lit the pilot light of my sex drive, but none have turned my pulse into an EDM song. The click of the deadbolt turning over puts a grin on my face and my shoulders relax. Monica pulls back her front door and stands before me in only a pair of black panties. Fuck. Me.

  I let my eyes trace the curve of her soft waist into her hips. She has that classic Coke bottle figure, generous handfuls for tits with dark rose colored nipples that are already hard and begging to be tugged on. Her ivory skin glistens and I can smell the soft fragrance of her lotion filling my senses even from a foot away. The way she stands brazenly almost fully nude in the doorway with a wanton stare in her icy blue eyes, licking her blood rushed lips, makes my cock ache under my shorts. Her eyes travel over my tattoos—she’s hot for my ink—and down to the obscene tent popped in her honor. That pretty mouth hangs open and one brow quirks. I can’t stand it anymore. I step over the threshold and she shoves the door to close it as I wrap my arm around her waist, crushing her lips against mine.

  “Hey, neighbor,” she pants into my mouth. I hold her head, fingers threading through her damp blonde hair that smells like strawberries.

  “I want to fuck you so hard this whole building will be jealous,” I growl and push my tongue in her mouth. I kiss her so deeply I attempt to pull her soul into mine.

  She moans the same moan I’d heard through our shared wall and with that I grip her ass and lift her until she wraps her thick thighs around my hips. Our mouths never disconnect as I take her to her bedroom. Luckily with a reversed layout of my own apartment I know exactly where to go.

  Monica’s nails drag over my scalp. She tugs at my hair and sh
e nips at my bottom lip. I break our passionate kiss and meet her hooded stare. “You like it rough, sweetheart?”

  Suddenly the bold woman who knocked on the wall and answered her door in her underwear shrinks into a timid thing, delicate in my arms. Her throat works to swallow and her shoulders hitch up in a sort of shrug. “I—I don’t know,” she says. “I’ve never had it that way… it…it’s been a long time, Logan.”

  Just like earlier when the subject of her ex-husband came up briefly over coffee, the same crestfallen expression paints her pretty face. I understand the beauty in front of me has been hurt. She’s been lost. Maybe even at a moment she’s given up on herself and her own desires… I’m going to change that.

  I duck my face into the crook of her neck and graze my tongue along her sensitive flesh. She shivers under my touch and sighs. “Tell me what you want,” I say. “I’ll do anything you want.”

  She lets out a gentle breath and I can almost hear the wheels turning in her mind. “Go down on me,” she whispers.

  Atta girl.

  I send her flying back onto the mattress and she squeals. I grin at her as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties.

  “Say what you really want, sweetheart,” I push. Monica licks her lips and keeps her eyes locked on mine.

  “Eat my pussy, Logan.” The strength behind her words thrills me, but I still see her holding back.

  “One more time,” I say. “Tell me what you want.”

  She pushes up on her elbows and lust fills the space between us stronger than before.

  “I want to grind against that beard,” she says and my dick jumps. That’s more like it. I snatch the panties off her body, casting them aside and push her knees apart to see her. There’s nothing better than the sight of a glorious pussy and hers might be the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. She’d been touching herself before I came over but I know the shiny syrup coating her delicate flesh is flowing greater in my presence. She pulses with anticipation and I grin as I climb on the bed beside her. Her face pinches in confusion and she nearly glares at me when I take a comfortable position on my back with my hands resting under my head.

  “Well, go on then,” I start. “Ride my face.”

  She chokes on her breath and her lips make an O shape so perfect I want to fuck it. But it’s her time now. It’s all about her. One staccato moment of hesitation is all she takes before she scrambles to put her knees on either side of my head. She gazes down at me, hovering over my face, holding on to the headboard for support and I stare back. My hands snake under her thighs and hold on firmly to her luscious ass. I guide her onto my tongue.

  Monica hisses then moans as she sinks down and takes what she wants. With my face buried between her legs I’m rock hard, wanting nothing more than to hear her scream my name as she comes. My fingertips dig into her flesh while she rocks against my face greedily. One minute she’s humping my open mouth so fast I think surely she’ll rub her clit raw and the next she swivels her hips in slow circles writhing like an experienced lap dancer.

  The moans she lets loose make my dick throb. Her breath goes ragged as she fucks my face determinedly. She’s close. I flatten my tongue for her, licking all of her pussy then dart the tip inside her. The taste of her makes me grumble my own moan and she shivers at the sound and the vibration. She has no idea how fucking sweet she is. How fucking beautiful she is from this angle or what a privilege it will be for me to have her come on my face. Monica groans and her knees tremble against my head. I close my lips around her clit and she pushes herself into the feeling, grabbing ahold of my hair while she rides out an explosive orgasm. She tries to pull away but I lock my arms around her thighs and keep her flush against my mouth so I can fuck her with my tongue, making her come a second time.

  “Fuck,” she grunts, drawing the word out.

  I feel her pulse against my tongue and her thighs threaten to smother me as she weakens. What a beautiful way to die though. Her shakes subside and her breathing slows as her grip on my head loosens. Monica settles back on the mattress, climbing off of me and pushes her hands through her wild hair.

  “Oh my God, Logan,” she croaks. In a quick motion I sit up and pull her toward me by the back of her knees. She falls flat on the bed and I box her in with my arms, pinning her with my hips. Our eyes lock and I revel in being over her like this, staring down at a ruby lipped goddess fresh off of two orgasms.

  “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”

  Her mouth curves sinfully as her hand snakes between us to grip my cock through my shorts. I groan and zero in on her mouth as she speaks.

  “Need some help with this?”

  With her other hand she pushes my shoulder and I let her move me where she wants me. Fuck, I think I’d let her do anything. With my back against the mattress she snakes down and strips my shorts off of me like she’s done it before. I want to thread my fingers in her hair and guide her mouth to my dick but I stifle the urge. In her own time, Monica palms my cock and flicks her tongue against the head at once. I hiss and my eyes roll back, my head sinking into her fluffy down comforter. The heat of her mouth teases me as she licks the length of my shaft. My hand twitches. I want to fuck her mouth the way she fucked mine. A strangled noise builds in my throat and she catches the cue, covering my cock with her mouth, sucking her way to the tip.

  “Fucking hell,” I say.

  Her hand resumes position at the base of my cock and her fist and mouth work together as a team. Pumping and licking, sucking and squeezing. I can’t control my hands any longer and reach out to grip her blonde locks. The second I tighten my fingers in her hair she moans and the vibration of her tongue against my dick makes me groan. She’s good at this and I don’t want it to stop but I want to fuck her. I want to kiss her pretty mouth while I’m inside her.

  I smooth my palms over the back of her head as she continues to blow me then I touch her shoulders and move her just enough to signal for her to stop. Monica drags her mouth off the end of my dick with an audible pop and looks up at me with parted full lips and curious eyes.

  My cock jumps, still held by her slender fingers.

  “Come here.”

  I lick my lips as she crawls up my body. My fingers skim her bare flesh, tracing every bit I can see. She straddles my waist and the heat of her pussy lights a fire in my belly. I envision her in every position, taking my cock from every angle and at every speed. I can’t remember the last time I felt so enraptured by a woman.

  She looks down at me and grinds against me barely, her hips unable to deny their need. My hands find her breasts and I take my time memorizing the way they feel. Their weight. Their softness. The rigid rosy nipples in the center. I let my thumbs sweep over the puckered flesh and she sighs. Keeping her gaze locked with mine I sit up to close my mouth around one nipple while my thumb and forefinger pluck the other. Monica releases a cry mixed with a moan and I’m just about to ask if I hurt her when she bucks her hips once more.

  “More,” she sighs.

  I can’t wait any longer.

  “Grab my shorts.”

  She bends just far enough to reach and hands them to me. I dig a condom from the pocket and quickly sheath my cock. The sight of my action causes her to gulp and a rush of worry prickles the back of my neck. I take her chin in my hand and make our eyes meet.

  “Do you want to stop?”

  Her crystalline blue eyes soften and her brow jumps. I see trust in her stare. I see ease settle into her expression and it calms my nerves. “No,” she says.

  My thumb swipes her bottom lip as it curves into an easy smile. “You sure? You okay?”

  My heart pounds in my chest staring at her as her eyes dance across my face. She reaches up and caresses the hair at my temples. I see her wheels turning again and her breathing shifts from heavy panting to shuddering inhales and delicate exhales.

  “How old are you?”

  I huff a quiet laugh. “Twenty-four.”

  She licks her li
ps and tucks the bottom lip into her mouth. Fuck. She’s done. I prepare myself for eviction but take one last second to let my hands trace her curves. I swallow and avert my gaze, ready for her to tell me to go. Fun while it lasted. My chest burns with a feeling I don’t recognize. I don’t want this night to be over. I don’t want to leave her bed, not because I haven’t fucked her, not because I haven’t come yet…but because I hoped she’d fall asleep in my arms tonight.

  She shifts, reminding me of the warmth of her pussy against my skin and the heaven that is her thighs locked over my hips. Her fingers find mine and silently she guides my hands back to her breasts. Our eyes meet and lust brews between us again.

  “I’m thirty-three…” she whispers.

  I drag my gaze up and down her gorgeous naked body. I don’t give a fuck how old she is. My hands grip her waist and push her back so the head of my cock nudges her entrance.

  “And? I want you, Monica. You want me?”

  She draws in a breath through her nose, eyes wide, nodding before she can reply through a sigh. “Yes.”

  With a shift of my pelvis, I slide my cock inside her. Our voices meld, a harmony of pleasure tones on the air between us. She falls forward against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her instinctively. As she rocks against me the first time, my lips find her ear.

  “Do it, sweetheart. Fuck me.”

  She whimpers, circling her hips a few times before pushing her palms into my chest. She sits up and looks down at me with a timid smile before slowly finding a rhythm. Before long she’s bouncing on my cock, riding me like a prize bull. I sit up to suck her tits and she holds my head in place, urging me for more. I feel myself approach the edge and find her slick clit with my fingers, wanting her to fall off that cliff with me.

  Her hands lock behind my neck and she pins me with stormy eyes while our bodies slam against one another. I push my cock into her as wildly as she grinds her pussy against me. Panting breaths escape our mouths until she pulls me closer crushing her lips to mine. I toy with her clit. She pounds her pussy with my cock. Our tongues collide. Our sweat mixes. Our voices grow hoarse. And with a scream that surely makes its way to at least the third floor, Monica shatters in my arms, shaking, arching her back and dousing my cock and her bed as she comes.