“Sean, are you listening to me?”
Sean rolled his eyes as he navigated his car towards his condo’s basement parking space, “I heard you loud and clear Ma,” he drawled, getting a bit irritated with his Mother’s incessant rants about his love life - well, lack of thereof. It’s not that he was not attractive; he was actually the exact opposite of ugly. He was 6 foot 3 and had the body of an NFL player. He was also easy on the eyes; he had toffee-colored hair and obsidian eyes which he considers to be his best assets. And judging from the countless numbers of hits he’d been receiving from the opposite sex so far, he’d like to think that women liked it too.
“I don’t think you did! You’re already 30 years old sweetheart and I’m not getting any younger. I want to see my grandkids before I keel over, you know.”
“You already have those, remember Jenna’s kids?”
“You know what I’m mean, don’t be cheeky with me.”
He let out an audible sigh as he pulled over his spot, “I know. Look, can I call you back? I just got home and I badly want to take a bath.”
“We’re not yet done with this conversation, but okay. You’ll call me later, right?”
“More like, no,” Sean thought. “Yeah, I’ll do that,” he lied.
“Okay, sweetheart, talk to you later. Love you.”
“Love you too Ma,” he replied. He disconnected the device and yanked the Bluetooth headset off his ear. He pulled the key from the ignition and opened his door, he grabbed his bag from the opposite leather seat before stepping out of his car.
“Shit!”
His head snapped to the side before getting assaulted by the sight of long tanned legs paired with a nicely shaped ass that was almost peeking from the short floral skirt the woman was wearing. He felt his cock stir inside his pants as he watched her struggle with the pillow she was trying to pluck from the ground.
The woman let out an annoyed huff as she straightened herself, “Andy! Come over here and get your stupid pillow off the ground, I can’t reach it!” she bellowed as she tried reaching for it again.
Sean turned his eyes towards the car adjacent to his and noticed a boy perched on top of the hood, head bobbing with the music blaring from his ear buds. He waited for a few seconds, but when the boy showed no sign of helping, he decided to lend a hand. He closed the door and locked his car; he secured his bag on his shoulder and jogged towards the hunched figure. “Let me get that,” he said as he scooped the pillow from the ground.
The woman jerked back in shock, clearly not expecting anyone to show up. She adjusted the box in her arms, “Oh, I didn’t see you there - thank you.”
Sean tried to keep his eyes on her face, but he failed miserably. When she shifted the box she was carrying, her low cut blouse made her cleavage pop out. “You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice deeper than the usual.
The woman shifted closer and lowered the box, “You can put that here,” she said with a friendly smile.
He placed the pillow on top of what seemed to be bed linens, “There,” he said.
“I would offer to shake your hand, but since they’re pretty much occupied at the moment, I’ll settle for a nod. I’m Blythe, by the way. Blythe McNeal.”
He gave her a subtle once over before he smiled, “Sean Anderson,” he replied. He then pointed towards the box, “You need help with that?”
Blythe threw him a sheepish look, “I really don’t want to impose, but since my son is too busy listening to his iPod, I’m afraid I’ll have to say yes to that.”
He opened his arms, “It wouldn’t be called imposing if I’m volunteering, right?” he quipped.
“Thank you again,” Blythe said as she transferred the box into his hands.
Goosebumps erupted on his skin when her arm briefly grazed his, “And you’re welcome - again,” he replied. He then nodded towards the elevator, “Shall we?” he asked, trying his best veer his attention away from the naughty thoughts this woman seemed to be eliciting from him.
Her cheeks turned pink, “Oh, right, sorry about that,” she stuttered. She slipped her hand in her back pocket to fish her keys out, “Let’s go,” she said before walking ahead of him.
Sean felt his pants grow tighter when he noticed how her skirt seemed to hike up with every step, “Fuck,” he mumbled as he loosened his tie. He shifted the box lower to cover the now prominent bulge in his front and took a deep calming breath before he followed her.
Blythe stopped beside the car and tapped her son’s arm, “Andy.”
The boy called Andy yanked his headset off, “Yeah?”
She gestured towards Sean, “That’s Sean, one of our neighbors and he’s helping us move in.”
Andy turned his head to Sean and acknowledged him with a nod, “Okay, cool, ” he said as hopped off his perch. “Can I go to the coffee shop across the street? I promised Lauren that we’ll do Skype after we finished packing.”
“But we’re not finished packing yet,” Blythe said.
“But that’s the last box,” Andy replied with a hint of exasperation.
Blythe stared at her son for a moment, “Fine.” she sighed.
Andy leaned forward and gave his Mom’s cheek a peck, “I’ll be out for a bit, be back in a few hours.”
“Do you have your keys?” Blythe asked.
“Yes,” Andy replied.
“You have cash?”
“Yes, don’t worry about me, Mom.”
Blythe nodded, “Okay then, be careful”
“I will,” Andy replied as he started walking towards the fire exit.
“Why aren’t you using the elevator?” Blythe called out.
“No time, bye!” Andy said before he disappeared from the door.
Blythe turned towards Sean, “I’m sorry about that, he’s still adjusting.”
“It’s okay, let’s go?” Sean asked.
Blythe smiled, “Yeah, let's.”
Chapter Two
“Well, what do you know,” Sean trailed off as he stepped out into the hallway.
“What?” Blythe asked.
He smirked, “We live in the same floor,” he replied.
“Which one is your unit?” she asked.
He gestured for her to lead the way, “I live in 5A, how about you?”
“5B. Wow - we’re literally neighbors, what a coincidence,” she said with a large grin.
“Lucky bastard,” he thought with glee.
Blythe stopped right in front of her door and hastily unlocked it. She pushed it open and padded inside, “It’s a little messy here, we just got here this morning, I didn’t have the chance to unpack anything yet.”
“It’s okay, where should I put this?” he asked as he looked for a vacant spot.
She walked towards him and held her arms out, “Give it here,” she said.
Sean’s eyes strayed towards her chest for the second time, “Err - here,” he said as he hurriedly averted his gaze when he realized he’s been caught.
Blythe bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling. She turned on her heels and walked towards the couch and deposited the box, “Why don’t you sit down for a moment and I’ll get you something to drink,” she offered.
He shifted on his feet, “It’s okay - you don’t have to----”
“No, I insist. Andy and I dropped by the convenience store for lunch so we have something here - soda, okay?” she asked as she rummaged through her fridge.
He sat down on the sofa, “Yeah,” he replied with a wince when he realized how sensitive he was.
Blythe grabbed two cans of Pepsi and started making her way back to him. She handed him the soda before taking her place on the other side, keeping a respectable distance between them. “So neighbor, I can’t help but notice the tie, what do you do for a living?” she asked as she popped the can open.
He took a swig of his drink, “I’m an Accountant, how about you?”
Blythe angled herself towards him and leaned back on the armrest, “A newly divorced Graphic Artist,” she replied bluntly.
He threw her a rueful look, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m not. Good riddance, I say,” Blythe replied as she nonchalantly crossed her legs.
Sean gripped the can tighter when he caught an eyeful, “Fuck! She’s either wearing a thong or nothing...” he thought. He felt his erection rub against the seam of his zipper when he moved, “W - why?” he sputtered.
“I caught him fucking his secretary on his desk.”
“Oh.”
“The only good thing that happened between us is Andy,” she said.
“Andy looks like a fine young man.”
“He is, no thanks to the douche bag, of course,” she joked.
Sean chuckled.
Blythe braced her elbows on the arm rest, “It’s just frustrating, you know. It took me this long to find out about his philandering ways. If I only knew, I would have divorced his sorry ass earlier, not when I’m close to 40, argh!”
“Really? You don’t look anything close to 40,” Sean said honestly. “She sure as hell doesn’t look her age,” he thought as he allowed himself to take her in fully. Blythe had a heart-shaped face, framed with luscious platinum tresses. She had powder blue eyes and in profile, a well-sculpted nose. Her lips was his favorite feature, though, she had cupid bowed puckers. “I wonder how that would look around my cock...” he thought lasciviously.
“You’re just being nice,” Blythe said.
He shook his head to clear the trail of dirty thoughts that’s making him more aroused, “No, really. If you didn’t tell me, I would have guessed around 33 to 34.”
She sat straighter and seemed to push her breast together, “Really?”
He gave her another once over and swallowed thickly, “Yeah, really.”
Blythe studied his face, “Sean, are you okay? Your face is turning red,” she observed, her brows furrowed with concern.
Beads of perspiration started forming on the back of his neck, “Y - yeah, it’s just hot in here I guess,” he replied before taking a huge gulp of his drink, willing his libido to calm down.
“Really?” Blythe asked. She then placed her drink on top of the coffee table and stood up, “Let me adjust the thermostat.”
Sean managed to nod in response. He waited for her to be out of sight before he discreetly moved his hand between his legs and made a move to adjust himself. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan when his palm made contact with his erection. He grabbed his cock with his hand and squeezed it, hoping that it would somehow alleviate the ache. “This is not working, I have to take care of this,” his mind concluded when he felt himself grow harder. He hastily placed the can on top of the coffee table and shot up from his seat, “Blythe?” he called out.
“Just a minute, I can’t seem to fix this thing.”
“Don’t worry about it, I have to go anyway,” Sean said as he headed towards the door.
Blythe appeared out of nowhere and crashed into him.
Sean groaned when his erection made contact with her front.
“Oh,” Blythe gasped.
Sean felt his face burn with embarrassment, “I --- I should go,” he said as he hastily made a bee line towards the door.
Blythe grabbed his arm, “Sean...”
He stopped, “W - what?” he breathed out.
“Turn around,” she said, her voice void of emotion.
“No, I should go,” Sean shook his head as he wrapped his hand around the cold knob.
She didn’t speak, but she made a move towards him. She pressed her front to his back and shifted her hand lower.
A loud moan escaped Sean’s lips, “What are you doing?” he gasped.
“This?” Blythe asked huskily as she squeezed his cock with a firm grip.
Sean rested his forehead on the door, “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“You’re so hard,” Blythe said as she kept rubbing him. She then let her hand drop, “Turn around, I want to see you.”
He didn’t need more convincing; he turned around to face her.
She studied his face for a moment before moving towards his body, her eyes burning with something akin to hunger.
The look boosted Sean’s confidence in folds, “Like what you see?” he asked boldly.
Blythe licked her lips, “Depends on what you want me to see.”
Sean stalked Blythe like a lion to a prey. He stopped right in front of her and pressed his erection to her tummy. He lowered his head and gently nuzzled his nose along her cheek, “I want to see all of you, take your clothes off” he whispered before taking an earlobe with his lips.
Blythe slipped her hand between them, “Undress me then,” she whispered.
Chapter Three
Sean scooped her off the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. He started trailing kisses along her neck as he navigated his way back to the living room, “Couch, okay?” he mumbled.
She cupped his face, “Take me wherever and however you want,” she said before mashing their lips together.
Sean stumbled, but was able to regain his bearings. He tightened his hold on her hips as he blindly traced his steps back. He plopped down on the couch without breaking their contact, his tongue delving deeper into her parted lips.
She straddled his lap, her core perfectly aligned with his straining cock. She grabbed his hand and guided it towards her breast, her hips gyrating repeatedly.
He tore his lips away, “Fuck!” he groaned as his fingers started plucking and pinching her nipple. “You’re so hot.”
She slipped her hands under the hem of her blouse, “You haven’t seen the best yet,” she winked before peeling her blouse off with one tug.
“Damn, baby,” Sean hissed when he realized she was not wearing a bra. His hands snapped towards her exposed breast and started playing with her puckered nipples.
“That feels so good, don’t stop,” Blythe gasped.
He leaned forward and captured one bud. He swirled his tongue repeatedly before capturing the stiff peak with his lips, sucking and nipping it with gusto.
She hugged his head to her chest, her hips never losing its rhythm.
Sean released her tit with a loud pop, “You have to slow down babe or I’m going to blow before we even get to the good part,” he said through gritted teeth.
Blythe stilled her movements and threw him a naughty smile, “Let’s take care of you first then,” she said before licking her lips suggestively. She un-straddled his lap and unceremoniously dropped to her knees. She parted his legs and started unbuckling his belt, “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you, you’re so hot, you know.”
“Well, since we’re being honest here, I’ve wanted to fuck you raw when I saw you bending over the parking lot,” he said crassly. He unbuttoned his shirt in record speed and threw it haphazardly on the floor. He then lifted his hips to help Blythe tug his pants down, making his erection bob towards his belly.
“Hmmmmnnnn, looks like someone is really happy to see me, huh?” Blythe said while eyeing his cock with hunger. “In fact, he’s kinda weeping,” she added as she watched a bead of pre-cum ooze from the tip.
He smirked as he leaned back on his seat, “Why don’t you kiss him better then, you know, to comfort him.”
Blythe never broke eye contact as she wrapped her hand around stiff shaft. She made an experimental tug and watched with glee as another bead seeped from the weeping head.
“Fuck me with your mouth,” he said through clenched jaw, his whole body tensing with the onslaught of sensations.
She moved her hand up and down, “As Mr. Anderson wants,” she said before leaning forward and wrapping her pouty lips around him.
A hiss of pleasure escaped Sean’s lips, making his eyes roll at the back of his head. His hands found its way around her head, his hips rocking back and forth.
Blythe bobbed her head a few more times before taking him deeper. When she felt his tip reach the back of her throat, she hummed loudly.
“Shit!” he cursed, his fingers digging into her skull. “I --- I’m close, you feel so good…”
Blythe moved her other hand between his parted legs and gave his balls a soft squeeze. She then slipped it further and started rubbing his perineum with her index finger, her mouth never losing its pace.
He was startled from the contact, making his hips buck. He felt the tip of his cock enter her throat, unexpectedly pushing him to the edge of ecstasy. “Fuck!”
She hummed with delight as she continued bobbing her head. After a few more licks, she slowly pulled his spent cock out of her mouth. “Good?” she asked with a smirk.
Sean licked his lips, his chest still heaving with intensity of his orgasm. “That was more than good, it was the best blow job I ever had.”
Blythe smiled contentedly as she sat on her haunches, “You don’t have to charm me Mr. Anderson, you already fucked my mouth,” she teased. She then arched her back and boldly cupped her tits, her nipples peeking from her fingers. “I was thinking about using these, but then, your cum tastes so good, I couldn’t take you out of my mouth,” she said with fake pout.
He stared at her body with hooded eyes, his nerves still buzzing with desire. “Take your skirt off and hop on the table,” he said.
The pout on Blythe’s lips vanished and was instantly replaced by a pleased smile. She pushed her skirt down and gingerly sat on the coffee table, “What now?” she asked.
“I want you to lie down and spread your legs wide.”
She lay on her back and made herself comfortable. She then slipped her arms under her knees and made a show of pulling her legs apart, gradually revealing her moist and pulsing core.
Sean went down on his knees, “You have a beautiful pussy, Blythe,” he complimented.
“You think so?”
He trailed his hands along her inner thighs, “Yeah, but I think I need to have a closer look to be sure, is that okay with you?” he asked huskily.
Blythe’s breaths started to come into short pants, “Y - yeah, be my guest.”
Sean didn’t need to be told twice; he leaned forward and started fucking her with his tongue.
“Oh god!”
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled. He pulled a fraction and brought his hand to her center. He slipped his index and middle finger into her drenched core before clamping his lips around her clit, his tongue circling and flicking around the distended knob.
Blythe’s body went rigid as a loud cry escaped her lips. She kept on grounding her pussy on his face, trying to prolong her orgasm.
He sucked and lapped at her core until she stopped writhing. He then pulled his face away from her pussy, his lips glistening with her release. “Yep, your pussy is beautiful, tasty too,” he said with a lopsided grin.
Blythe lifted her head from table, “Fuck, you sure know how to eat pussy,” she breathed out.
He leaned back on the couch, his hand going up and down his rigid shaft. “Do you think you can take more of this?”
“Y - yeah, but I don’t think I can move,” she complained.
“No problem,” he said as he stood up from his perch. He leaned forward and scooped her from the table. He wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection rubbing enticingly along her soaked pussy.
She peppered kisses along the column of his neck, “I need you in me,” she whispered.
Sean slipped his hand between them and gently eased himself into her, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed.
Blythe wrapped her arms around his neck to get more leverage before taking all of him in one swoop. “Ungh…” she moaned.
“Someone’s impatient,” he teased as he bounced her up and down.
She felt her eyes roll at the back of her head, “Yes! Fuck me!”
Sean moved them towards the couch and braced her ass on top of the wide armrest. He looped his arms behind her knees, “Don’t let go,” he warned her before his hips started snapping back and forth.
“Ungh! H --- harder, I need you harder, fuck me hard!”
He leaned forward and captured her lips into a hungry kiss. He then slipped his hand between them and started rubbing her clit just in time with his furious thrusts.
Blythe’s body stiffened for the second time, “I --- I’m coming!” she cried as she felt her pussy clamped around his cock.
“Thank fuck!” he hissed through clenched teeth. He pulled his hand away and braced his hand on the back of the couch to steady him. He kept his pace, letting her convulsing inner muscle grip him, milking his cock dry. Three more thrusts and he found himself toppling over the edge. He collapsed on top of her, his mind filled with nothing but unadulterated bliss.
Chapter Four
It has been days since their last encounter and yet, Sean can’t seem to get Blythe off his mind. He leaned back on his couch and covered his face with his hands, “Get over it, it’s just only a one-time deal,” he mumbled.
“Ding Dong”
He let his hands fall to his lap, his brows furrowed with confusion. He turned his face to the side to check the time, “Who could that be?” he asked himself when he saw that it was almost close to midnight.
“Sean? Are you home?”
His ears perked up when he recognized the voice. He shot out of his seat and made a bee line towards the door. He quickly unlocked it before yanking it open, “Did something happen? Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes surveying the dimly lit hallway.
Blythe threw him a confused look, “No, everything is fine. Are you okay?”
He felt embarrassment wash over him, “Err --- I just thought that something happened, it’s kinda late,” he replied sheepishly.
Blythe bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling, “Can I come in?” she asked.
Sean took a step back and opened the door wider, “Yeah, sure.”
She padded towards the living room, her eyes taking in her surroundings. “You have a beautiful place, screams bachelor though.”
Sean closed the door shut, “Well, I am that,” he replied as he leaned on the wall and just watched her.
“No girlfriend or wife chained in the attic?”
He blinked a few times before throwing his head back in laughter.
Blythe turned around to face him, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
Sean’s laughter died down as he folded his arms on top of his chest, “You have a weird sense of humor, you know that?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
“Oh, I do,” she replied. She then moved her hands towards the knot on her robe, tugging it loose. She kept her eyes on him as she let the silk drop to the floor, baring her naked body to him. “I’m very funny,” she winked before turning on her heels and walking towards the large glass panel that can be considered as a window.
As if on cue, Sean felt his cock stir to life. He let his arms drop to his side, his feet already on the move to reach her.
Blythe placed her hand on the glass, her eyes fixed on the night sky line.
Sean slipped his arm under her breast, pulling her flush against his chest. He angled his face to her neck, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. “Damn funny,” he whispered.
She let her head fall to side, giving him an unobstructed access to her neck. She then placed her hand on top of his, guiding it towards her core.
He cupped her pussy, his fingers automatically slipping between her wet lips. He continued peppering kisses along the column of her neck; “Is this for me? Did I make you this wet?” he asked huskily.
Blythe parted her legs to give him more space to play with her pussy, “I can’t stop thinking about you and how you taste,” she moaned.
Sean plunged his fingers deeper, his other hand shifting towards her breast. “Can’t forget how hard I made you cum, huh?”
“Y --- yeah,” she gasped, her hips pushing back to his erection.
“Do you want me to fuck you again Blythe? Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you while the whole city watches?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want them to hear you scream my name while I ram my hard cock into you and pound you until you can’t walk straight?” Sean asked as he pinched her taut bud with her fingers.
Blythe hung her head, her whole body shaking with arousal, “Do it! Fuck me Sean, fuck me now!”
Sean yanked his fingers out of her and bent her forward. He quickly pushed his basket ball shorts down and impaled her in one go, “Fuck!” he groaned.
She braced her hands on the glass panel and parted her legs to steady herself, “Move!” she hissed.
He leaned forward and grabbed her jiggling breasts, his hips snapping back and forth relentlessly.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Argh --- harder!” she demanded.
Sean moved his face closer, his teeth grazing her shoulder. “Do you like this? Do you want my cock in your pussy?”
She let her other hand drop and moved it between her legs. She cupped her pussy, her fingers framing his shaft with every thrust, “I like it, you make me so hot,” she replied between heavy pants. She continued caressing him, the heel of her hand pressing into her pulsing clit.
Sean let her breasts go and shifted his hands to her hips. He widened his stance and started tugging her hips back to meet his thrusts, “Don’t stop playing with your pussy, rub your clit baby, I’m so close,” he grunted.
Blythe flicked her sensitive knob repeatedly, “S --- sean!” she screamed when she felt something snap within her, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm.
He pulled out and turned her around. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her to the pane. He positioned his cock into her center before plunging into her again, “Every time feels so good,” he groaned.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, “Come for me Sean, fill me with your hot cum,” she said lewdly.
He buried his face into the crook of her neck, ramming into her with all that he’s got.
“Come!” Blythe whispered just as she tightened her pussy around him, holding his cock in a vice grip.
Sean rocked his hips a few more times before he felt himself explode, “Blythe!” he screamed in pleasure.
Chapter Five
Sean grabbed two bottled water from his fridge before he made his way back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and handed the other bottle to Blythe, “Here you go,” he said.
“Thanks,” Blythe replied. She popped the cap off and took a large swig of the cold beverage.
Sean leaned back on his seat, his eyes never hers.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing, just trying to figure things out, I guess,” he replied.
“Figure things out? What do you mean?” she asked with an arched brow.
“We already established that we can’t keep our hands off of each other, so, what exactly are we going to do?”
Blythe scooted back to the armrest, “Well, I don’t want a relationship, I just got off of one, remember? How about you?” she asked bluntly.
“Thank god!” Sean thought as he tried to keep the relief from his face. He took a sip from his bottle, “Same here, I’m quite contented with my bachelor life - relationships have a tendency to complicate things,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Babe, you’re pitching to the choir,” she said with a chuckle. She then pulled her knees to her chest, her water bottle dangling from her hand. “So, going back to your question, what are we going to do,” she said with a thoughtful look.
Sean couldn’t help himself; his eyes started straying towards her bare legs. He shifted on his seat as his cock started to make its presence known. “You just fucked her man, what the hell is wrong with you?” he asked himself.
“Sean, are you even listening to me?”
Sean tore his away from her legs to meet her gaze, “I - err, sorry, what did you say?”
Blythe’s eyes moved down to his crotch and felt her eyes widen in shock when she spotted his now prominent erection. “We just had sex and you’re already sporting a hard on? What are you? A fucking machine?” she asked, her voice tinged with a combination of incredulousness and admiration.
Sean felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, “I can’t help it! My body seems to have a mind of its own when you’re near it!” he said.
“Did you just blame me for your hard on?”
“It’s not my fault too,” he grumbled.
She stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into fits of giggles.
Sean rolled his eyes, “Let’s get back to the topic,” he said dryly. He folded his arms on top of his chest and stared at her, “Are we going to stop to this and just continue being neighbors or do you want us to be neighbors who occasionally fuck?” he asked crassly.
Blythe bit her lip to stifle her giggles as she cocked her head to the side, “Let me guess, you’re gearing towards the second option since you pointed out a few minutes ago that we can’t keep our hands off of each other, right?” she asked.
He kept his face impassive, “Yeah, that’s only the logical way to go,” he replied.
She cracked a smile, “Logical? Big word,” she teased. She then threw her bottle on the carpeted floor before crawling towards him, her breast on full display from the neckline of her robe. She straddled his lap and started running her nails along his chest, “Give me a more realistic answer and I’ll say yes to that.”
Sean licked his lips, “Like what?” he asked.
She leaned forward and started scattering kisses on his face, “Like I’m your hot MILF fantasy that came to life,” she purred.
He bucked his hips, pressing his erection firmly on her hot core. “Okay then, you’re my MILF fantasy that came to life, my walking wet dream,” he replied huskily.
“Then we’re all figured out, now, fuck me.”
“With pleasure - pun intended because I'm funny that way.”
"Shut up and just ---"
Sean mashed their lips together and swallowed her words with a ravenous kiss.
Chapter Six
Sean folded his arms behind his head as he watched Blythe put her robe back on, “You’re amazing, do you know that?” he asked.
Blythe tightened the sash before looking at him, “You don’t have to lay it thick, we already had sex,” she snorted.
“Don’t like compliments, I’ll keep that in mind.”
She rolled her eyes and blatantly ignored his statement, “I better go, I don’t want Andy to know I’m gone,” she said.
He stretched his limbs before hopping out of the couch, not at least bothered with his nakedness. “I’ll walk you to the door,” he said as he padded towards her.
“And here I thought that chivalry was dead,” she teased.
“You’re just hanging out with assholes,” he quipped. He stopped right in front of her and gently framed her face with his hands, “When will I see you again?” he asked.
Her gaze automatically dropped to his semi hardened cock, “Wow, I haven’t left and you’re already sporting a hard on, impressive,” she said playfully.
He boldly pushed his body to her front, “Want to do something about it?”
She slipped her hand between them and gently wrapped it around his shaft. She gave it a few pumps before taking a step back. “Not now, lover boy. I have to be back before my son sends a search party – or worst, try to find me.”
His whole body hummed with his new found arousal, “Really?” he groaned.
She stalked towards the door and pulled it open. She threw him a salacious look and a naughty wink before she slipped out of his apartment, leaving him sexually frustrated.
He braced his hands on his hips and shook his head, “Guess I have to take care of you myself,” he grumbled as he watched his erection bob to his abs.
oOo
“Someone got laid last night.”
Sean turned his face to the side and noticed one of his friend/colleague, Mark, looking at him with a large shit eating grin. He saved the spreadsheet he’s working on, knowing full well that this is one of those long chats they have daily. “It’s not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I did get laid last night – multiple times to be exact.”
“No way!” Mark exclaimed as he leaned sideways on the doorframe. He folded his hands on top of his chest, “Is this the same chic we met at the bar last week?” he asked.
He reclined back on his seat and braced his arms on the arm rest of his swivel chair, “Nope, this is a new one.”
Mark threw him a mock offended look, “You went out and you didn’t even invite me? How could you? I thought we were friends,” he said dramatically.
He rolled his eyes, “I didn’t go out, I met her at the Condo, she just moved in a week ago,” he replied.
“Get out of here!” Mark said. He then pulled away from his perch and marched towards his desk. He plopped down on the seat right of him and stared at him expectantly, “Is she hot? Come on, give me the juicy details – how old is she? Is she single? Does she have---”
“Whoa! Calm it down, dude – one question at a time,” he interjected. He leaned his head back and met Mark’s gaze, “Yes she’s hot and no, I won’t give you the juicy details because I don’t kiss and tell. And yes, she’s single, she just got divorced,” he replied, purposely skipping Blythe’s age.
“That’s cool, but you didn’t answer my other question, how old is she?” Mark asked with narrowed eyes. “She’s not a minor and you won’t get your horny ass hauled in jail, right?” he added, emphasizing the last word.
He mentally cursed Mark’s wit, he was not ready to share that he’s living one of his wet dreams, but it looks like he would have to or he wouldn’t stop pestering him all week.
“Sean?”
He let out an annoyed sigh as he shifted on his seat, “No, she’s not a minor – she’s 40,” he grumbled.
Mark furrowed his brows as he leaned closer, “I’m not quite sure if I heard you correctly, but did you just say 40?” he double checked.
“Yes, she’s 40 and she’s fucking hot so I don’t care what you think,” he said defensively.
Mark’s mouth turned agape; clearly dumbfounded with his admission. After a few seconds, his lips curled upwards, “Fuck, you’re one lucky son of a bitch,” he said, his tone full of envy.
He clasped his hand and matched his grin, “I know I am.”
oOo
Sean’s day was productive albeit uneventful. After his customary chat with Mark, he dived back into work and spent all his hours balancing sheets for his clients and closing some deals. It was almost quarter past 5 when he left the office and was giddy to come home. He tapped his foot repeatedly on the carpet, his eyes fixed intently on the floor display screen. The elevator jerked into the halt and he hastily stepped forward, his nerves already humming with excitement. He knew that it would be close to impossible to get Blythe alone, considering the time, but that didn’t dampen the arousal that’s pumping his blood to overdrive. The elevator jerked into a halt and the metal doors automatically slid open. He was about to step out into his floor when he saw Andy standing on the other side, blocking his way.
Andy took his eyes off of his phone, “Oh, it’s you --- Sean, right?”
He let out a friendly smile as he side stepped the kid. “Yes, Andy, right?” he asked though he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Andy replied. He then entered the elevator and punched on the ground floor button, “Wifi is busted, do you know when it will be fixed?”
“No idea, but I’ll make sure to report it to the building manager,” he offered.
“Cool, thanks,” Andy replied before moving his gaze back to his phone.
Sean waited until the elevator reached its destination before he spun on his heels. He made a bee line towards Blythe’s door and pressed the door bell, followed by a few knocks. He reached for his tie and tugged it loose, his eyes never leaving the door. After a few minutes, the door opened and there she stood – wearing the sexiest little black dress he’s ever seen, “Fuck,” he breathed out.
Blythe looked surprised to see him, “Sean?”
He swallowed thickly, his eyes involuntarily moving towards her chest. “Hi.”
She leaned sideways on the door frame and folded her arms under her chest, emphasizing her cleavage. “What are you doing here?”
He felt a flush of heat crawled up his spine, making his cock stir into life. He lifted his gaze and met her eyes, “I saw Andy on my home, looks like he’d be out for awhile – the Wifi is still down,” he replied.
“Yeah, that made him a little grouchy,” she replied with a chuckle.
He shifted on his feet, his erection rubbing uncomfortably against the inseam of his pants. “Can I come in?” he blurted out.
Slowly, she moved her eyes along his body, “Why?”
Before he could think of stupid excuses, he bridged the gap between them and pinned her to the door, his lips pressing into hers. He pried her lips open with his teeth and gently slipped his tongue inside.
Blythe snaked her arms around his neck, tangling her hands through his hair.
“Fuck!” he thought. He shifted his hands towards her thighs and clumsily wrapped it around his waist, “I need you,” he said between their lips.
She broke the kiss, “Not here, someone would see,” she rasped out as she rubbed her core to his bulge.
He tightened his hold on her and navigated them into the loft. He kicked the door shut before hurriedly walking them towards the living room.
She burst into fits of giggles when she noticed where they’re going, “Our favorite place, huh?”
He placed her on the couch before dropping to his knees, “With you looking like that? I would fuck you anywhere, we wouldn’t need a couch,” he replied with a lopsided grin.
She hiked her dress up and spread her legs wide open, “I don’t doubt that,” she said as she moved her hands to her bare core. “I knew you couldn’t resist so I didn’t bother wearing my thong,” she added huskily, two of her fingers already slipping into her drenched folds.
He yanked his tie off his neck and made a quick work on his dress shirt, his eyes fixed on her pussy. “Want me to help you with that?” he asked as he began peeling of his pants.
Her head feel back as her eyes roll at the back of her head, her fingers never loosing its rhythm.
“That’s fucking hot,” he said as he watched her juices drip down to her other puckered hole. He grabbed his cock and started pumping it, using his precum as lubricant. After a few seconds, he lifted his other hand and joined hers, his pointer finger gliding inside her warm core with ease.
“Ahhhh --- that’s so good.”
He copied her pace, their fingers plundering her wet hole in unison. He pumped his shaft in time with hers, their pace perfectly in sync. He leaned forward and caught one of her stiff buds with his lips, sucking and nipping it with gusto.
She bucked her hips up, accidentally dislodging his finger with her erratic thrusts.
He let her nipple pop out of his mouth and took his hand off his cock. He then moved his face closer to her pussy and clamped his lips around her clit, his sodden finger rubbing enticingly along her other hole.
“Put it in,” she whimpered. “Fuck my ass.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, he slipped it inside her just as he sucked her clit.
“Oh god!” she gasped.
Sean pushed his finger deeper and almost instantly, her inner muscles began to ripple as she reached her climax.
He gave her clit a soft nip before letting it go and pulling his finger out, “Good?” he asked.
She couldn’t respond, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
He hefted himself off the floor and crawled between her soaked thighs, “Are you still alive?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Give me a sec,” she managed to choke out.
He covered her body and propped himself up with his elbows, his erection pressed against her flat belly. He leaned forward and kissed her swollen lips, “First time?” he asked.
She licked her lips, “Yeah,” she said. She moved her hands towards his ass and squeezed it, “I never thought I’d enjoy it, it’s always been a taboo for me,” she admitted.
He swiveled his hips, rubbing his cock along her skin to alleviate the ache. “You haven’t tried anal sex?”
“Nope,” she replied, popping the “p”. She then ran her other hand along the creases of his cheeks, her finger probing his opening, “I can now say that I know how it feels when I fucked you with my finger,” she whispered huskily.
He felt his cock go harder, making him hiss. He rested his forehead on top of hers, their lips ghosting against each other. “Fuck babe, I’ve never been this hard before – I’m so close to blowing my load and I haven’t even fucked you,” he groaned.
She tried to push her finger in, but backed out when he let out another hiss. She licked his lips and met his gaze, “What are you waiting for then?”
“Don’t you need a minute to recover?”
She ran her hands along his body before cupping her breast, “You can fuck this?” she suggested nonchalantly while tweaking her already hard peaks.
He sat up and climbed up her body, positioning his cock between her breasts. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and urged him to shift closer. She then leaned forward and slipped his cock into her mouth, her hand pumping what she couldn’t reach.
He braced his hand at the back of the couch to keep himself up, his eyes never leaving hers face. He watched her struggle to take all of him, her cheeks hollowing at every pull. “I want to fuck your tits,” he blurted out after a few pumps.
She carefully ran her teeth along the shaft before sucking the mushroom head, her tongue laving at the slit. She directed his well lubricated cock between her tits, her plump flesh enveloping his shaft. “Have at it.”
He moved his hips experimentally, his shaft disappearing between her breasts. He thrust forward and felt a wave of pleasure surge into his bloodstream when he saw the bulbous head pop out from her cleavage. “Fuck, you feel so good, babe.”
She pressed her tits together, creating more friction.
He felt the familiar tugging on his balls so he wordlessly pulled back. He slinked back between her legs and entered her with a quick thrust, “Shit!”
She lifted her legs and placed it on top of his shoulders, “Fuck me, Sean – fuck me hard,” she demanded, her eyes dark with lust.
He leaned forward and braced his hands above her head, “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight,” he said before slamming into her, burying his cock to the hilt. He then captured her lips just as he started his pace, folding her in half with the intensity of his pumps.
She grabbed her breast with her right hand and slipped the other between them. She circled her fingers around her clit in time with his thrusts. “Unnnggghhhh,” she whimpered.
Sean broke the kiss and rested his forehead on top of hers, his hips never losing its pace. “Blythe…I’m so close…fuck!”
She unhooked her other leg, spreading her legs further. She pinched her nipple and pressed her finger against her clit, sending her off another climax.
His eyes shut close as he continued plundering her pussy relentlessly. He felt another tug on his balls and before he knows it, he’s spurting his load inside her pulsing core.
Chapter Seven
It has been 6 months since Sean started this sordid affair with his neighbor and he realized that he’s starting to like her – really like her. True, they started an unconventional relationship by fucking like bunnies, but when they’re not warming each other sheets or couch, they talk - like good friends. He also managed to form a bond with Andy and often times, he found himself hanging out with the surly teen, playing x box or watching football in his loft. He grew on him, just like how his Mom had him wrapped around her pinky finger, her pussy or whatever part of her sexy body. He tried stuffing his burgeoning feelings for Blythe multiple times because he knew that she’s not ready for a relationship. But sometimes when she looks at him when she thinks he’s not watching, he can’t help but feel that she returns whatever affection he might have for her. He grabbed his bottle and took a long pull, “Fucking circus, that’s what we are,” he thought.
“Would it fucking kill you to smile a bit? You’re scaring off the women,” Mark whispered disdainfully.
He turned his face to the side and glared, “I’m not in the mood for this, if I’m messing with your game then leave me alone and find yourself a table or something, I don’t care.”
Mark’s eyes widen in surprise, “Dude, what’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing.”
Mark pulled a stool and sat down, “Something is going on with you, I’ve noticed it for awhile, you just confirmed it now,” he said. He lifted his hand and gestured at the bartender for another drink, “What’s going on?” he asked with a note of seriousness.
He weighed his options. He could either tell his friend to fuck off and deal with his predicament blindly. Or tell Mark what he thinks and ask for an opinion that would give him an option. He placed his bottle back on the counter and let out a defeated sigh, “I’m into deep shit, man – I think I have feelings for Blythe.”
Mark didn’t seemed to be shocked with his statement as he accepted his own drink from the bartender, “And?”
He threw him an incredulous look, “What do you mean and?”
Mark took a large sip from his glass before turning towards him, “I don’t see where the problem is. Your both single and had been fucking for months.”
He opened his mouth to come up with something but words evaded him like plague. He clamped his lips together and blinked a few times.
Mark braced his elbow on the counter, his glass dangling from his fingers. “Is it because she has a son? Or is it the age gap? Is that what’s eating at your ass?”
“I couldn’t care less with her age, she doesn’t look like it,” he found himself saying. “And I get along with Andy, he’s a cool kid.”
“Then what is it?”
He folded his arms on top of the counter and fixed his eyes on his bottle. “She doesn’t want a relationship because she got off from a shitty one.”
“Did you ask her that?”
“No, but we’ve talked about it before.”
“When was that?”
“6 months back.”
“Ask her again. She’s a chic, I’m fucking sure hers have changed even before yours.”
He turned his face to the side, “You think so?”
Mark threw him a look as he emptied his glass. He then slammed it on top of the counter and hopped off the stool, “Stop being a pussy and just ask her. She needs a man to prove to her that not all dudes are assholes like her ex. I sure as hell know that you have a cock, be that man,” he patted his shoulder before walking away.
oOo
Sean just entered the lobby when he felt his phone vibrate inside his pocket. He pulled it out and checked the screen as he walked towards the elevator, “Andy” he answered, not bothering with salutations.
“Hey, I’m sorry to disturb you, but can I ask a favor?”
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked just as he stepped into the elevator.
“Mom got locked out of our place and I’m here at Kelly’s so I can’t be there till later. She already tried the building manager but he can’t seem to find the spare key, can you take her in for a few hours? I promise to be there before midnight.”
“Yeah, no problem, where is she?” he asked as he watched the buttons flash at every floor.
“She’s sitting outside our door because she refused to stay at the lobby like I told her too.”
The doors slid open, “Okay, don’t rush home and be safe,” he said just as he spotted Blythe on the floor.
Andy chuckled, “Stop acting like my Dad, you’re creeping me out, but thanks – I owe you one.”
“Don’t mention it, bye,” he said before ending the call. He walked towards her, “Heard you got locked out,” he said loudly.
Blythe tore her eyes off her phone, “Yeah, stupid door,” she replied sheepishly.
He propped his hand towards her, “Come on in then, you can hang out in mine while you wait for Andy.”
She let him pull her up, “Did he call you? Sorry about that,” she said with a cringe.
“Yep, but that’s okay,” he replied. He then steered her towards his door and unlocked it, “Go on, I promise not to bite,” he joked with a lopsided grin.
“That’s what they always say,” she retorted with humor.
He closed the door behind them, “Why were you locked out? Did you forget your keys?”
She strolled into his leaving room with familiarity, “My boss is riding my ass for always being late so I rushed out. I just realized that I don’t have my keys with me when I came home and couldn’t open the stupid door,” she explained as she plopped down on his couch.
He shrugged off his jacket and threw it on top of the granite counter, “Ride your ass, I like doing that too,” he teased as he walked towards the fridge.
She laughed loudly, “You’re such an ass.”
“Point made, you like me riding your ass – hence, all the ass talk,” he quipped. “Want something to drink?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
He took a bottle of water and popped the cap open. He took a huge swig before placing it on top of the counter, “Andy told me that he won’t be back till midnight, he’s with Kelly,” he said as he walked towards her.
“I’ve heard,” she replied. She lifted her legs and rested it on top of the coffee table to make herself more comfortable, “He kept on nagging me about visiting her so I let him, only to get locked out – what are the odds.”
He plopped down beside her, “Yeah, what are the odds,” he said. He leaned towards her and pulled her to his lap, his hands resting on her hips.
Blythe straddled his legs with a quirked brow, “And here I thought you were just being a Good Samaritan.”
He adjusted her and pulled her flush to his chest, her lips hovering on top of his. He didn’t say a word and just stared into her eyes.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, her brow furrowing with his silence. “What’s wrong?”
He snaked his hands between them and cupped her face. He pulled her face to close to his and gently kissed her. A familiar tingle crawled up his spine as his pulse started to rise. He knew right there and then, that it was just not lust – its something deeper than that. He nipped her lips, asking permission for entry. When she complied, he slipped his tongue into the cavern of her mouth and started sucking on her tongue.
A contented sigh escaped her lips, her body relaxing into his.
He kissed her for a few more minutes, their lips and tongue perfectly in sync with each other. After a few more nips and lick, he broke the kiss and met her gaze.
She licked her lips, “What was that?” she asked softly.
He circled her waist with his arms, his way of making sure that she can’t escape. “I like you Blythe and I want this to mean more than just fucking – I really like you,” he blurted out without preamble.
Her eyes widen with shock but she didn’t make a move to leave. She opened her mouth and closed it again when nothing came out.
He tightened his hold around her, not breaking eye contact. “I know we said that this is just casual and you’re no way near ready to commit again. I understand that and I won’t force you. I’m just laying all my cards on the table because I don’t want you to think that I’m only in for the sex---”
She crashed her lips to his, cutting him off midsentence. She framed his face with her shaking hands, her lips soft yet demanding.
He hugged her tighter and kissed her back the way he knew she liked.
After a moment, she broke the kiss but kept her forehead to his. “I like you too, Sean – so much,” she whispered.
He stared into her eyes and saw that she meant every word. He hooked his arms under her legs and hefted them out of the couch.
“Where are we going?”
He rounded the coffee table and padded towards his room, “We’re not doing it on the couch, I’m taking you to my room,” he replied just as he pushed the door open.
“But you don’t---”
He made a bee line towards the bed and dropped her unceremoniously, making her bounce. “I think we already established that this is not a casual fuck,” he said as he started peeling off his clothes.
The corner of her lips arched up, her eyes twinkling with something akin to happiness. “Are you saying that we’re going to stop fucking and start making love then? No more hard core stuff? No MILF fucking list?”
He leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on her lips, “Oh no, we’re still fucking like animals, but this time, we both know that it means more,” he replied huskily. He then shifted his hands to the hem of her blouse and yanked it up in one go, “Take your bra off,” he commanded as he flicked the button on her jeans.
She threw him a coy look as she snapped the hook at the front, revealing her breast to him.
He dragged her thong with her pants and threw it behind him, “Now that’s handy,” he said before capturing one stiff peak with his lips.
She fell back on the bed, bringing him along with her. She parted her legs and bucked her hips up, “Make love to me, Sean,” she whispered.
He claimed her lips as he slipped his hand between them. He positioned himself at her entrance and gently pushed in, savoring the feel of her inner muscle hugging his shaft. He knew this was different to their normal coupling and he realized that this was much better. He thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt, pausing for a few seconds.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze full on, their lower body connected but not moving.
He moved his hands and found hers; twining their fingers and shifting it to her head level. He then kissed her lips one more time before burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hips resuming its pace.
She peppered kisses along his neck, her body undulating to meet his thrusts. She squeezed his hands tightly, soft sighs escaping her parted lips.
He picked up his tempo, the slaps of their skin echoing loudly inside the quiet room. He sucked a patch of skin along her neck, biting and laving at the same time.
She hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him even tighter against her body. She planted her feet on the bed and began meeting his pumps.
“Blythe…I’m coming babe…” he mumbled between heavy pants.
“Let go, I’m almost there.”
He rammed into her repeatedly, making the headboard of his bed hit the wall. He lifted his face and captured her lips, his tongue delving into her warm mouth.
She sucked on his tongue just as her body stiffened with the force of her orgasm.
He savored the feel of her inner muscles milk him for a few more seconds before letting himself go over the edge.
oOo
Sean’s eyes fluttered open when he felt Blythe untangle herself from his hold. He was never the type of man to fall asleep after sex, but it looked like that has changed too. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice still hoarse with sleep.
She turned her head towards him with an apologetic look, “It’s quarter past eleven, Andy might be here soon,” she replied.
He sat up and stretched his arms up, “I should probably get dressed too,” he said through a yawn.
“You don’t have to, I could go wait for him outside of our door.”
He threw the comforter off his body and jumped out of the bed, naked. He walked towards his discarded jeans and started pulling it on, “It’s okay, I’ll wait with you, I told him I would,” he replied.
“Going commando? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
He turned to face her, “I’m going back to sleep after, I don’t think I --- fuck!” he hissed.
She let out a giggle as she slipped her blouse back on, “Should I say I told you so?” she asked dryly. She then stood up from her perch and winced when she took a step, “Shut it,” she warned.
He let out a chuckle as he tucked his chaffed cock inside his jeans, “I didn’t say anything.”
“But you’re dying to,” she mumbled. She braced her hands to her waist and took a deep breath, “Let’s not do that again, we’ll end up in the E.R.”
He walked towards her and circled his arms around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest. “I can’t promise you that and I know you don’t want me too, so I’ll just pretend you didn’t say that,” he said with a smirk.
She wrinkled her nose, “Whatever,” she replied.
He planted a soft kiss on her nose, “So….we’re okay, right? We’re going to try this new thing between us?” he asked somewhat hesitantly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, “Yep, were good and yes, we’ll try,” she said before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him.
His whole body sagged with relief, “Fantasy turned reality, how lucky can I get?” he thought.
- T H E E N D -