Bad Boy Neighbor Page 3

  I laugh as she parks in her driveway and then I hop off the trunk. Just as Brooke steps out, I turn my back, walking towards my portable speaker to make the music louder.

  I smirk across the street at her, giving a small wink I know will piss her off. She huffs then turns for the house, unlocking the door and walking in. I chuckle to myself, knowing she’ll bite. She’ll cave. She always does.

  Literally three minutes pass and she’s rushing out of her door, zooming across the street. She’s like a damn ballerina the way she bounces on her toes, thinking she’s taking angry steps when really I see her as nothing but a little fire headed pixie.

  I clutch my beer bottle, standing tall as she finally meets up to me.

  “Fine!” she shouts over the music.

  I cock a brow, leaning against the side. “Fine what?”

  She releases an aggravated breath and then steps around me, turning the volume down on my speaker that’s on the porch. When she comes back my way, she raises two fingers in the air. “Two months. That’s it.”

  I fight a grin. It’s so fucking hard to do. “You’re agreeing to give me your sweet pussy for two months?”

  She swallows hard, her cheeks flaming just as red as her hair. “No loud music,” she goes on. “No parties. No obnoxious college kids hanging out in your front lawn—none of that.” She steps towards me, her tits brushing across my forearm. “Nothing but silence for two months.”

  I finally crack the grin I’ve been fighting. “Two months of silence in exchange for breakfast and pussy?” I shrug. “Fine. I’m down with that, firecracker.”

  She narrows her eyes, but I can see the fire in them, the lust. She wants me just as bad and I’m going to give it to her. Nice, raw, and deep. She has no idea what the fuck she’s in for.

  “Be there at nine.” She walks off, glancing over her shoulder once before reaching her driveway and making her way to the front door.

  When I hear it shut behind her, I can’t help but laugh. She just put herself in my fucking palm. That firecracker is mine now. No fucking doubt about that. I hate mornings, but with Brooke’s pussy as a wakeup call, I’m going to end up loving the hell out of them, especially if they’re coming with a side of pancakes.

  5

  Brooke

  It’s past nine o’ clock.

  I check the clock on the wall, shaking my head. I should have known he would be late. He’s an ass that way. Thirty minutes after nine and there’s a knock on the door. I finish flipping the last blueberry pancake and take it off the pan, dropping the spatula and turning to get to the door.

  He’s standing outside of it, a large hand planted on the doorframe, his forehead leaning on his forearm. He has a pair of Ray-Bans on, the filter so dark I can’t see his eyes. He has on a fitted V-neck T-shirt and I can see the tattoos on his chest and the sleeves on his arms.

  I almost stop breathing, but of course I have to let my attitude win. “You’re late, asshole,” I mutter, turning and walking into the kitchen again.

  He walks right in, shutting the door behind him and then entering the kitchen too. “What can I say? I fucking hate mornings,” he grumbles and I can still hear the sleep in his voice.

  I sigh, grabbing the dish stacked with pancakes. “Well, lets eat. I’m actually really hungry and you’re lucky I just wrapped up on the food otherwise I would have eaten without you.”

  He lets out a throaty chuckle as he drops his large body in the chair in front of the window and removes his sunglasses. “Even feistier in the mornings. Tell me, do you kick and swing in your sleep the same way you kick and swing at me?”

  I ignore his comment, placing the pancakes down and then going for the bacon and sausage. The freshly squeezed orange juice and glasses are already set up on the table. I don’t know what possessed me to squeeze it fresh. I guess deep down, I want him to keep coming back, not only for me, but for the food too. I really should consider myself a joke.

  I started cooking a little after Shelby left. I had to shower up and clean the house a little. Now, I’m a mess. Purposely wearing sweat pants and a white cami without a bra beneath. My nipples are prodding through the fabric and when I look up, he’s staring right at them.

  I clear my throat as I sit, but he doesn’t pull his gaze away. Jerk.

  “I didn’t think you could actually cook.” He picks up a pancake, finally looking away. “Everything looks…good.”

  I put on a smug smile as I grab strips of bacon and start to eat. It’s quiet for a while, but only because he’s scarfing the food down like an animal. I guess he really likes it.

  “You aren’t going to go against your word, are you?” I finally ask after taking a small sip of juice. “Because you don’t really seem like the kind of guy who keeps his word. The whole neighborhood hates you.”

  “They may hate me, but it’s because I don’t make agreements with them. I made an agreement with you. As long as you give me what I want,” he sneers, “then you get what you want. For the time frame we have set, anyway.”

  I roll my eyes at that last statement. “Maybe you should do like adults do and get a real job. Ever think about that?”

  “Nah. That’s fucking lame. Why work when I can get money from suckers like them? Pays the bills. I sleep peacefully.” He shrugs, grabbing his glass of juice. “Why change the system?”

  I realize this is going to be harder than I thought—trying to get him to change his mind about ever throwing another party. But it’s the first Sunday. I have time. Plus we haven’t fucked yet.

  After I’m finished, I stand up and start taking the empty dishes to the sink. I can feel him watching me as I scrape a few plates off. His stare his hot and heavy. When I turn to look at him, I lean my lower back against the counter and he runs his tongue over his full, pink lips.

  “I’m not full yet,” he announces.

  “Then eat more.”

  His lip twitches and then quirks up. “Nah. I need something a little more satisfying. I need what I really came here for. Come here,” he says, flicking his fingers, gesturing for me to come. “Sit right here on the table and spread those legs.”

  “You had your breakfast and now you can go.” I don’t know why I’m still playing hard to get. This is what we agreed on, but I can’t help it. The chase gives me a thrill. By the spark in his eyes, I can tell the chase thrills him too. This game of cat and mouse turns him on more than I probably know.

  The bad boy trying to catch the wannabe good girl. Interesting.

  He laughs, low and deep, the hum of it making me tingle between the legs. “Just come here, Brooke. Lets stop playing these pointless games. You want my dick and I want your pussy. You practically beg for it every time you come running to my house trying to tell me what to do.” He stands up. “This is the only time you will be able to give me commands—only while I’m pleasing you. When you say words like ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ and ‘more’. You want that, don’t you?”

  Yes. Yes, I do.

  He stalks towards me, broad shoulders swaying. When he’s up close, he grips my waist and twirls me around, dropping me down on an empty spot on the table. “I know you like to fight and you won’t come to me willingly, so I’ll make this happen. My way.” He leans down, kissing my upper lip. “Such a hardheaded little firecracker.” He nips at my bottom lip. “And it’s something about that shit that turns me on so fucking much.”

  “You make me sick,” I breathe, my body betraying me. I can feel my legs spreading wider for him, my hips rounding out, my pussy ready to invite him in. He pushes between my thighs, grinding his hardness between my legs.

  Grabbing my arms, he forces them around the back of his neck and then he grips my hip with one hand, using the other to push my panties aside. A small smile is on his lips as he brings his cock towards my entrance and my breathing stifles, back arching.

  “You ready for me to fuck some respect into you, little firecracker?”

  “Just get it over with.” I struggle t
o keep my voice level, but my words are short lived because in no time, he thrusts himself right into me, going deep and groaning as he chuckles, “Fuck yeah, you are,” in my ear. “Wet already.”

  I gasp loudly, my arms tighter around the back of his neck as he moves his hands down to my ass and holds it in hand, thrusting back and forth, quicker and quicker, filling me up with his thick cock.

  “Oh, yes,” I breathe out, looking up at him.

  He licks his upper lip and then brings his mouth down, crushing mine, owning me like he’s always had. I know he’s always wanted me, and I’ve always secretly wanted him—the annoying as fuck neighbor that gets under my skin like no other.

  “God, your pussy feels so good, Brooke. I’ve wanted to feel this pussy for so long now.” He picks me up in his hands like I’m the weight of a feather, bouncing me up and down on his hard length now. I breathe hard, unable to control the building orgasm. “You slide up and down on my cock so easily. That’s how wet you are. So wet I can feel you dripping down my thighs. So sticky and creamy, baby. Fuck, it feels so good.”

  I hold onto him tight, hating and loving this—wanting more, but wanting to resist, too. But he feels so good and he’s even bigger than I thought. Swelling up inside my body, making me fuck him.

  He watches my face with hot gray eyes, like he can read my thoughts. Like he knows that I’m secretly loving this. My moans and cries are enough to prove that. Before I know it, my back is pressed against the fridge. It bangs and rattles a little, but he continues pounding, sucking on my bottom lip hard.

  “I’m going to own your pussy before these two months are over. You’ll come running to me every fucking night, Brooke.” His breath trickles past my ear. “And I can’t wait for it. This pussy is too fucking good for me to hold back. I’ll fuck you right—just like this, baby. Just. Like. This.” He’s going harder now.

  “You’re such an ass,” I breathe out, my fingers getting tangled in his bed-hair.

  “You like it.” He spins around, storming into the living room. He sits with me on top of him and I gasp, feeling him fully inside me now. “Now shut and ride my fucking cock.”

  His voice sounds deeper, almost feral. His cock is even bigger inside me, in so deep. I don’t fight it now, especially when he presses a thumb down on my aching clit. He swirls it in slow, torturous circles as I grind back and forth on him.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” I moan.

  “Bet it does,” he growls, watching me with hot eyes, his other hand on my hip. He uses that hand to force my body back and forth, aiding me as I ride him.

  I bring my hands up to my hair and bounce up and down now and his mouth gapes as he clutches my hip, as if he didn’t see that coming. I smile down at him, dropping my hands and holding onto his shoulders, riding his cock hard and fast. I bounce up and down and his head falls back, his hands gripping my ass now, holding.

  “Shit, Brooke,” he groans. “Your pussy is gripping the hell out of my dick.” I keep going, his words my ammunition. I clutch his shoulders tight, feeling his tip hitting a tender spot. “Oh yeah, baby,” he says, picking his head back up when I start to circle my hips. “Right fucking there. Ride this fucking cock.”

  I have the urge to kiss him, but I don’t. It’s just sex. Only sex. Kissing him in the heat of the moment will confuse us both . . . and I don’t need that right now.

  So I ride him a little faster, hearing the sticky sounds, feeling my body’s excitement sliding down to his tight sack. He spanks me on the ass and I yelp, unable to stop. I want it all. I’m so close.

  I can feel my body getting hotter, my pussy clenching hard around him.

  “Oh yeah,” I sigh, pressing my forehead on his. His teeth sink into my bottom lip and that alone is enough. I shudder, eyes rolling as I round my hips one more time and then slam them down. He grips me, groaning deep and heavy as my moans skyrocket.

  “Oh, shit, yeah,” he groans. “I’ve wanted to feel this pretty little pussy soak my cock for years now.”

  He flips me onto my back, still deep inside, thrusting. Veins bulge on his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. “I want you smelling like me,” he rasps in my ear. “I want my scent deep inside you.” I feel him throbbing in my pussy as I gasp and sigh. “Shit,” he groans. “This pussy is going to be the fucking death of me, I swear.”

  He stills inside me, his body heavy on top. But I don’t move. I can’t move. I feel like he’s just paralyzed me with his cock. I’ve wanted it for so long and it was even better than I thought. God, what is wrong with me?

  He finally pulls out, sitting up on his knees and looking down at me. He runs a finger over my clit and I shudder.

  “Yeah,” he laughs. “You came all right.”

  “You don’t know that.” I roll my eyes.

  “’If she shudders after, you fucked her right.’” He smirks down at me after saying his stupid saying and then stands up. Even though he’s just came, he still hangs long and thick. A drop of cum leaks at the tip and I have the urge to lick it away, but I don’t. I stay on the couch, flat on my back, like some dick-whipped bimbo.

  “Breakfast and pussy. Best fucking combo there is.” He walks back to the kitchen, showing off his firm ass. I finally sit up and walk back to the kitchen for my sweatpants.

  After tugging them on and then tossing my hair in a bun, I place a hand on my hip and say, “Okay. You can go.”

  He’s chugging down the rest of his orange juice, side-eying me. “I can go?” he breathes out after placing his glass down. “It’s still Sunday. I get it however much I want to.” He steps towards me, tipping my chin.

  I sigh. I don’t even have the fight in my anymore. Seriously? What has he done to me!

  “But I see you’re all worn out, firecracker. I don’t think you can handle much more right now. I’ll spare you, but next week, I’m not being gentle.” He smiles, walking away to pick up his shirt and pants. When he’s dressed, he rakes his fingers through his hair and walks out of the kitchen. “Next Sunday should be fun, right, baby?” he calls from the door.

  I turn, watching him wink over his shoulder before finally shutting the door behind him. I slump down in the chair across from the window, blowing out a heavy breath. I see him walk to his porch and pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a few pulls before going in his house.

  “You are such an idiot for agreeing to this, Brooke,” I ridicule myself. But I can’t lie. I’ve never felt more relaxed. I’ll be able to enjoy the rest of my day sleeping. Because right now, after the way I shattered while riding his cock, I feel like I could sleep for hours.

  Stupid fucking Xander.

  6

  Xander

  I slept like a fucking baby as soon as I got home, all from remembering how fucking good Brooke’s pussy is.

  Now, it’s nearing midnight and I’m puffing on a cigarette, staring across the street, wondering what the hell she’s doing. I saw her roommate’s boyfriend pull up, so I know Brooke isn’t occupied. Probably cooped up in her room waiting for that jackass to leave.

  My leg bounces while I’m in the chair. I need more. I don’t know if I can wait until Sunday again. Her pussy was so much better than I thought. I got some shit fixed on my car and ate, watched some ESPN, but now I’m restless.

  “Fuck it,” I mumble, tossing the cigarette down and pressing the tip of my boot on the lit end. I walk across the street, clearly not thinking about what the fuck I’m doing.

  All I can think about is her wet pussy sliding up and down on me.

  All I can think about is watching her tits and her ass bounce and jiggle while I fuck the shit out of her. All I want is to taste her sweet honey on my tongue, smear it all over my face.

  Fuck. I’m stupid. But it’s pussy, and she’s right across the street. I know she wants more. She can’t deny how good of a fuck that was this morning.

  I round the house, but before I get around to Brooke’s window, I see her friend and boyfriend in the living room. He
has his arm around her and is laughing but she seems bored to death. He’s a fucking pansy. I don’t know what women see in men like him. A man who doesn’t take what he wants. Fucking amateur.

  I hurry around and when I spot her teal curtains, I knock on the window. She doesn’t come and I step back, looking around. I try and open it, and to my luck it’s unlocked.

  Fuck yeah.

  She might think I’m crazy for this shit, but she’ll fucking love it. My cock is throbbing just thinking about the shit I’m going to do to her.

  I climb through the window as quietly as possible, shutting it slowly. I see her sprawled out on the bed, no covers are on top of her. She’s only wearing a red gown. Easy access.

  Walking towards the bed, I bend down, sliding my palm up her bare thigh. I feel the heat between her legs and I twitch in my jeans.

  She moans in her sleep, shifting a little. I rest on my stomach, seeing her innocent yellow panties. I smile at that. This girl is far from innocent.

  Hooking a finger on the band of her panties, I slide them down. My mouth hovers over her pussy, ready to lick the shit out of it. And I do. I slide it between her already wet slit, down to the hole and then back up to her clit.

  She finally wakes up, gasping as she peers down at me. She sits up, trying to shove me away, but I press a hand on her chest, forcing her back down.

  “Oh my god!” she gasps. “Xander?”

  “Shut up and lay back,” I murmur between her legs.

  “How the hell did you get in my room?” she demands, sighing when I kiss the area just above her clit.

  “Snuck through the window. Isn’t that what neighbors who fuck around do?”

  “No, it’s not,” she whispers. “Shelby could have heard or saw you. She could have called the cops or something.”

  I shake my head, fed up with the talk. I grip her hips and suck on her clit until she shuts up. She pants wildly, her head falling back, face pointed up at the ceiling.