with a hint of sweat, but it’s as if she’s standing in my room, permeating not only my sense of smell, but my whole body with her essence.
Fuck.
I push off my boxer briefs. My eyes squeeze shut as I grab my shaft with one hand, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from groaning too loud.
Emma’s face comes to mind.
Her full plump lips give a devious smile before they stretch over the head of my cock. Her whiskey-colored eyes connect with mine as she moves down my length, taking as much as she can, before they go wide when the tip hits the back of her throat.
My hand goes faster as I picture her mouth moving over me. I imagine her sucking my dick, making her cheeks go hollow. But fuck, it’s not enough.
I keep stroking, imagining her lips all over me. My dick sliding in and out of her pretty lips.
And then I picture her naked. Her full tits in my hands as I slam my cock deep inside her. Ah, fuck. She’s so hot.
I can’t stop the image of her tits as I fuck her on my bed.
My heart hammers inside my chest, the blood in my veins rushing throughout my body at a rapid speed.
I’m close to coming, and the thought of Emma underneath me turns me on more than any woman ever has before.
I want her.
Bad.
And as I grit my teeth through my orgasm I realize I should not be having a thing for my neighbor.
4
Emma
Is there a certain type of soap I can use to wash away the way Axel studied me tonight? I feel his eyes everywhere.
I’m furious at myself for letting him get to me. I swore off dating men the moment I found out I was pregnant with Felicity. And then, I realized her father was married. Yeah, I know how to pick ‘em.
Anyway, I’m not going to let one gorgeous neighbor ruin my vow to keep my head down. My goal in life is to make as much money as I can so I can open my own yoga studio.
I can’t let anything stand in my way of fulfilling my dreams.
Like a green-eyed sexy man.
No.
I check on Felicity one more time before I climb into bed and kick the covers to the bottom of the bed. The heat pounds against the house, seeping in wherever it can.
I close my eyes and Axel appears shirtless and covered in sweat. My eyelids snap open and I stare at the blackness of my room. Sleep will not be had tonight without the thought of Axel burning bright in my brain. I toss. I turn. I can’t sleep.
I don’t really know what to do right now. Part of me wants to run over to his house, knock on his door and have him greet me with kisses.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight. No, my goals are my priorities, and I can’t let one extremely gorgeous neighbor deter me from that.
I’ll just have to pretend he doesn’t exist.
Loud banging penetrates my dream, interrupting Axel’s tongue as it makes it way up my calf. I smack the mattress wanting ten more minutes of sleep, but the banging sound is persistent. I hear Felicity's giggling somewhere in the backyard where it seems the noise is coming from.
When I get to the backyard, I rub my eyes, wondering if I’m still dreaming. My barren backyard is now sporting a half-finished play structure, complete with a shirtless Axel hammering away as if he stepped right out of my dreams and into my backyard. Felicity stands next to him. And my breath hitches when I notice she’s swinging a pink plastic baby hammer.
“What’s going on here?”
My mom comes out of the slider with a bottle of water and a sippy cup in her hands. “He showed up this morning and asked if he could start working on it. He felt bad for yelling at Felicity. He explained he didn’t want to be known as the meanie neighbor.”
“Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what this is about.” I cross my arms and glare at him.
“What are you talking about? And why are you attempting to set him on fire with your eyes?”
I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “He came home last night at the same time I did. My shift yesterday was brutal. I was only wearing my work shorts and a tiny shirt which showed the bottom of my bra. He wouldn’t stop staring at me.”
“Can you blame him?