For Your Pleasure (2 page)

Three days had passed since my backyard encounter with my neighbor. I hadn’t seen him since, but then again, I hadn’t really been looking. Part of my reasoning could be attributed to mortification, but another, larger part relished the idea of what I’d done. What I’d let him do to me. Seeing him again might taint my memories of what had happened. Even now, as I walked up the front steps toward my door, a frisson of heat shot down my spine, settling between my legs.

I tried to brush the feeling off as I walked up the path toward my front porch. It had been a long day in an even longer week. Thank God it was the weekend. I needed time to rest. To sleep in and recharge before I had to do it all again on Monday. Funny thing was, as much as I wanted some time alone, away from people, I had to wonder what it would be like to be with my neighbor again. This time, completely with him. I didn’t want his mouth, amazing as he’d made me feel with it. I wanted his dick.

An involuntary sound escaped from my lips, followed by a giggle. Being a bad girl had never really appealed to me, but I liked the way it felt. It was a heady rush of power that made me smile.

I reached the top step, keys in hand, and headed for the door, when a movement from the shadows in the corner of the porch caught my attention. I froze, the hair on my arms standing on end. “Who’s there?”

“Do you always stay so late at work?”

The voice—
his
voice—made me drop my keys. They clattered to the porch, glinting in the light from the dim bulb overhead. I swallowed, bending down to pick up the ring. “You scared me. I have a project. A deadline.”

“It isn’t good for you. You need some downtime. Relaxation.”

Easy for him to say. “Why are you here? Surely it’s not to chastise me for my work habits, since you don’t know me well enough to know what they are. Actually, you don’t even know me at all, do you?”

He laughed. “I know what your pussy tastes like. I know what sounds you make when you come.”

Already my pussy was wet, and growing wetter by the second. I’d been needing to feel his cock inside me for days now. No, longer. Much longer. Since the second I’d seen him in that upstairs window not long after he’d moved in, stroking his cock with such abandon.

“You know why I’m here,” he continued, stepping closer but still clinging to the shadows. “You want me here. Want what’s bound to happen between us.”

“No.” The denial was automatic, but untrue. He had to know it. There was no strength behind the single word. I tried to turn toward him, needing to see his expression, but his palm between my shoulder blades stopped me.

“Don’t. Stay right where you are.”

The command should have annoyed me, maybe even offended me, but instead, it made me even wetter. My pussy muscles contracted, softening. Readying for him.

He dropped his hand lower until it rested on the small of my back, just above my ass. He rubbed his fingertips into the hollow there and I whimpered.

“Bend forward and put your hands on the door, Miss
Jenkins.”

A chill washed down my spine. I ignored his command, still trying to process what he’d said. “How do you know my last name?”

He pressed on my back, arching me forward. Fingers on my wrists, he brought my hands up to rest on the cool metal surface of the door. “I was curious, so I found out. Surprised?”

I could only nod. He moved his hands to my hips, bunching my skirt until he had the material gathered at my waist. He fit his knee between mine and nudged my legs apart. The excitement inside me threatened to bubble over, but this was wrong. Even more wrong than what had happened in my backyard. I couldn’t let it continue. “Don’t. We’re out front, right under a light. Someone might see.”

His soft laugh washed over me. “I thought you liked that. Liked to be watched. You like to watch me, too.”

I went cold. No way. It wasn’t possible. “You knew?”

“Oh, yeah. And I loved every second.”

I licked my lips. All that time, he’d been performing. Putting on a show, the way he’d urged me to outside. I should have been upset, but then again, he should have been offended that I’d watched in the first place. The fact that he wasn’t turned me on even more.

“Those other women…”

“They had no idea. But I knew. You liked watching me fuck them, didn’t you?”

I shook my head, my denial emphatic. “No.”

“Why not? Tell me the truth.”

“Because I wanted it to be me.” Every single, goddamn time, I wanted it to be me.

His fingers crept up my hip, tickling, teasing. “Do you still want that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want it, too. Have for way too long.” He slid aside my panties and ran his fingers along the length of my slit. I was so slick, so wet, that I felt hypersensitive.

He stroked my clit. Tingles spread from my pussy out to my limbs. My legs shook. I cried out, wriggled back, but every time I managed to get his fingers right where I needed them, he shifted, keeping me on edge but not letting me topple over. The tips of his fingers were callused, as if he spent his days working outside. Such a contrast from the executives I usually brought into my bed. They were all polish and class, where my neighbor was not. I hadn’t realized until now that I liked it rough. Raw and sexy.

He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades. The rich, clean scent of his cologne surrounded me. “I’ve been thinking about you. I shouldn’t have walked away that night.”

“Why did you?”

“I knew it would be better this time if I did. So much hotter.”

I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me…when his other hand came down on my ass. The resounding smack echoed through the silence. Shock stole my breath. Even the crickets stopped chirping. My ass cheek burned and blood pounded in my ears. That had to have been a mistake.

A mistake that had felt so damn good. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He caressed the spot he’d just spanked. “Following
my instinct. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Callie? Spying on the neighbors. Peeking into their bedrooms.” Another smack, another sharp sting. Another wave of pleasure flooding my pussy. “Watching me with other women. Watching me by myself. Do you know what I was thinking about every time I jerked off?”

His raw choice of words made me shudder. My nipples rubbed against the lace cups of my bra, sending little jolts straight to my pussy. “No.”

“You. I was thinking about you. About sinking my dick into your hot pussy. Making you scream my name as you begged for more.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

Another smack, this one harder than the first two. My body pitched forward, toward the door, and I had to brace myself. I let out a gasp.
Oh, my God.
I’d never been so turned on in my life.

He pressed a kiss to my ass, right where I ached. “Actually, you do. You know more about me than you realize.”

I wanted to question him, but he chose that moment to thrust two fingers into my pussy. All rational thought fled from my mind. I moaned, no longer caring if the neighbors heard. Not caring if they saw what we were doing. I was beyond embarrassment, beyond asking him to stop. I wanted him inside me, but so far, all he’d done was tease.

“Tell me what you want, Callie,” he whispered, my name almost like a physical caress. His touch feathered across my hip where the skin lay exposed.

I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him. “Just…please.”

“Cat got your tongue?”

I would have laughed, had I not been so needy, so ready for him. At this point, I was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me as long as I found a little bit of relief. I reached my hand between my legs, but he stopped me with a pinch on my hip.

“Don’t. I promise this will be worth the wait.”

After last time, I didn’t doubt it. A sexy man doing scandalous things to me outside, in public, was one of the fantasies I’d never dared confess to anyone. It felt almost shameful, but even that added to the pleasure. My senses were heightened, my skin hypersensitive as he thrust those thick, rough fingers deep into my sheath. He pushed a third finger inside, stroking them as high as they could go.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my head coming close to hitting the door again. There was nothing polished about this guy, and that was exactly the way I needed it.

“Is that what you want?” His words were clipped, his voice a little breathless. I loved knowing I could affect him as much as he affected me.

“You know it is.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and backed away. My body felt cold, bereft, like all the heat had been sucked out of the air.

I gritted my teeth. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at you. I’ve wanted you in this position for so long.”

I squirmed just knowing his gaze was focused on me. My pussy was so wet by now I was sure my cream was running down my thighs. He had to know, and still, he did nothing.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, I
glanced over my shoulder and found him leaning on the porch railing, arms crossed over his chest. I swallowed hard. “Please.”

In answer, he pushed off the railing and walked over to the door, grabbing the keys from the porch floor and inserting my house key into the lock. I stood just before he turned the knob and led me inside. My legs were shaking so hard I could barely walk. My ass still stung, but it was a good kind of pain. The kind that made me want to tear off his clothes and have my way with him, right then and there. I didn’t touch him, though. Instead, I waited, high on anticipation, to see what he would do next.

He didn’t make me wait long. Once he’d closed the door behind us, he pushed me against it and pressed his body to mine. He kissed me then, a commanding attack of a kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth as he took what he wanted. Amazingly, I let him. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I was his for the night. For once, I was just along for the ride rather than trying to control the situation. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on.

He trailed his mouth down my throat, alternating between openmouthed kisses and soft bites. Every move served to ratchet the tension inside me higher until I couldn’t take any more. I ground my hips against his, desperate, needy and willing to do anything it took for him to let me come.

Seeming to sense my need, he broke the kiss and moved out of reach.

I groaned. Reached for him, even though I knew it was a lost cause. “Why are you teasing me?”

The intensity in his gaze sent a shudder through my
pussy. He glanced down to where my lower half lay exposed, my skirt still bunched at the waist. A half smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “All those times you were watching me,
you
were teasing me.”

“So this is payback?”

He laughed as he started unbuttoning my shirt. “No, sweetheart. Not revenge of any kind. This is all for your pleasure.”

“I never really was into torture.”

He laughed again, pushing my shirt down my arms until the material gathered at my elbows, keeping me from raising my arms. “You didn’t seem to mind when I spanked you.”

The reminder got me hot all over again. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back against the door, licking my lips. Minded? I’d fucking loved it, though I’d never imagined having a man spank me would turn me on.

I’d never known, until he moved into the neighborhood, that voyeurism did it for me, either. Surprising what a woman could learn about herself when she opened her mind to the possibilities.

His fingers traced my bra straps, sliding to the lacy edges of the cups. Instead of undoing the front clasp, he pulled the cups down until my breasts popped free.

“You have the most amazing tits,” he whispered. “I knew they would be gorgeous.”

With that, he leaned in and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. My back bowed, a moan caught in my throat.

“Damn. I love how sensitive you are.”

His teeth clamped down on my nipple, not hard, but enough for me to feel the pressure of his bite. He rolled
the sensitive peak around, making me squirm. By the time he moved on to the other nipple, I couldn’t hold still. It was all too much, too many sensations at once, and he was barely touching me.

I wasn’t a prude. I loved sex, but I’d never experienced it like this. So raw, so urgent. Maybe it was wrong to want him so much, but I couldn’t help it. He tugged on my nipple and I moaned. With one last swirl of his tongue over my flesh, he stood, but didn’t back away this time. Instead, he wrapped one of my legs around his hip, grinding against me. Even through the fabric of his jeans, I could feel how hard his cock was. How hot.

It felt decadent to have him touching me, teasing me while I still wore my work clothes. My heels put me closer to his height, so that every grind sent a shock through me. I undulated, sucking in every drop of pleasure.

His chest pressed against mine, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. It wasn’t long before he stopped moving, leaning in to brush his lips across my throat. “I can’t wait much longer.”

I laughed. He hadn’t really been waiting for permission, had he? All this time, he’d taken without asking, and I hadn’t been complaining. “Who’s asking you to?”

His laugh rumbled against my neck before he let me go and stepped away.

I’d wanted to undress him slowly, to touch and taste him like he’d done with me, but there wasn’t time. Not now. Neither of us could wait. With frenzied movements, he stripped me out of my clothes, leaving me standing there in nothing but heels and thigh-high stockings. He didn’t even bother with his own clothes, just unzipped his
pants to free his cock. Once he sheathed himself in a condom he’d pulled from his pocket, he was back on me, wrapping both my legs around his hips. A fast kiss and then he pushed inside me.

The width of his erection stretched me full, and the position made each of his hard thrusts feel like they might tear me apart. I grabbed his shoulders, bracing myself as he pounded into me. His gaze never left mine, and the intensity I found there made me squirm. Tension hung thick between us, like an electric entity, snapping and popping, driving both of us higher.

My pussy muscles trembled around him as my body sped toward release. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, and the groan told me he felt the pain even through the soft fabric of his shirt. His teeth clamped down on the spot where my neck met my shoulder, biting hard enough for me to feel the pinch. I was so close, so ready. A few more thrusts and I’d find my release.