Inked: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance (7 page)

I gasp as fury twists the insides of my stomach. The bastard just made a fool out of me!

“If you want to take me up on my offer, you know where to find me,” he says in parting. As he walks off, he’s wearing a cocky smile that says,
Payback is a bitch.

In anger, I watch him walk over to his place and disappear inside, leaving me feeling sexually frustrated. Again.

I
lean
my head into the spray of hot water and run my hands through my hair. The water feels good, but it’s not doing a damn thing for this erection Maddy left me with. I rinse my body, feeling a million times better now that I have the sweat of the day off of me. I got in the shower as soon as I was done helping her loosen up some. But fuck, what I need is definitely not a shower.

I almost have Maddy where I want her. She was so close. But she would have regretted anything I’d done to her. I know she would have.

And that’s something I don’t want. She’s gonna be right next door to me. She can’t get away from me, but I also can’t get away from her.

It’ll be nice once I finally get her impaled on my dick, but I need to make sure she’s gonna be happy about it afterward. I have to admit, it felt fucking good teasing her, too. It felt real good, knowing she wanted me and leaving her to suffer with her little pussy in need. My dick jumps with the need to satisfy that itch for her.

My sweet little peach is too fucking stubborn. I know she wants this. But something’s holding her back.

'Cause I’m a bad man. And she’s too fucking good for me.

Anger rises up as I have the thought.

Maybe that’s true, but she still wants me. And I can give her the release she desperately needs.

I walk out of the shower and feel the hot steam that’s filled the room. I grab a towel and pat down my face and dry off my hair. I’m too fucking hot. I almost move the towel to my waist to cover myself out of habit.

But then I remember that she’s right there.

Maddy’s condo is parallel to mine. Our bathrooms are right across from one another. I’m sure she could see me from her bedroom, too. I lift the blinds and open the window. There’s a few feet between the buildings, so it’s possible that someone walking by could see, but it's real fucking unlikely.

If my girl is in her room, I bet she could get a good look.

I look down at my cock and stroke it a few times, I need it to look good. I lean against the wall and pump my cock until it’s hard as steel. I think about how her breasts felt pressed against my chest, those soft moans that spilled from her lips, and that’s all I fucking need.

Shit, precum’s leaking out. It’s been weeks since I’ve had a release. I need one bad. If she’d just let me in I could be over there in a heartbeat and have both us cumming like we need to.

I open the blinds and smile wide when I see her on her bed with a large ass textbook in her lap. Yes! I open the window as far as it’ll go, my thighs hitting the windowsill, and I smirk when I see her head turn to me from the corner of my eye. I pretend like I don’t see her though. As if I just open my window stark fucking naked all the time. She doesn’t know I don’t.

Knowing how she’s trying to push me away, there’s no way she’d ever do this if she knew that I knew she was watching.

Damn it’s hard keeping the cocky smile off my face. I turn to my side and stroke my dick once. I hear her little gasp, but I make sure I don’t look out the window. In my periphery I wait for her to get up and close the curtains, but she doesn’t.

Fuck yeah, my girl likes what she sees.

My forearm rests against the wall and my face is just barely showing in the window. Just enough to take a peek at her, but she can still see the goods. And judging by her face, she’s happy with the merchandise.

I feel fucking cocky, knowing a girl like her is being so bad just so she can have a look at me. I let out a small groan that she can hear, and stroke my dick nice and slow.

Her eyes widen and search for mine, but I keep my face hidden in the crook of my arm.

I can practically see the wheels turn as she considers what she should do.

Be a good girl and touch yourself for me. Come on Maddy, be my sweet little peach and give me something to work with.
Fuck, I wish. But that’s way too much for me to hope for.

She’s a smart girl, I bet she knows what I’m up to. I can see the hesitation, but more than that, lust. For a second I think she’s going to leave, or get up and close her curtains. But she doesn’t.

She watches as I stroke myself for her. I angle my body so she can see how I'm trimmed up and she can have a better angle of that sexy “V” at my hips. I’ve been told more than a time or two that it’s my best feature. I’m pulling out everything I have to show her what I’ve got. Fuck, I’m peacocking like a bitch, but I don’t care. I want her drooling over me and wanting me more than she’s ever wanted anything else.

Seeing that heat in her eyes makes it worth it. No fucking shame at all.

Fuck me. She moves the book off her lap and leans back against the bed. Yes!

I stroke myself again as another bead of precum leaks out. I use it to rub along my head, and I swear to God her lips part with a moan and her tongue licks along her lower lip.

Yes, fuck yes. That’s my girl. Let loose, baby. My peach needs to unwind.

I picture her licking the seam of my dick, and I stroke myself faster.

I see her hand slip under the covers and I almost lose it. Fuck, that’s so hot. She’s so goddamned turned on by what I’m doing she has to touch herself.

I imagine myself on top of her right fucking now. I’d slip that tank top off her body and suck her hardened nubs into my mouth. I wanna feel the weight of those tits in my hand. I can hear her moan as I twirl my tongue and bite down slightly. I keep up my strokes and rub the bit of precum over the head of my dick.

Fuck, she’d feel so good. Her mouth, her pussy. I want it all. I want to feel how good she is when she cums on my dick.

I look out of the corner of my eye and she sees me. Her hand stops, and her mouth parts. She’s been caught in the act. I turn to her and stroke myself again.

“Pinch your nipple,” I mouth to her and she stares back at me. Right now’s not a time for teasing. I can’t fucking take another standoff ending with both of us still hot and bothered. I need to cum, and she needs it, too.

I tilt my head down and stare straight into her eyes.

“Do it. Now,” I tell her. I know she wants this. It’s now or never, peaches. Don’t disappoint me.

Her left hand moves to her tank top and she pinches her nipple quickly through her shirt and lets her hand fall after that. I smirk at her. I’m not letting her get off that easy.

I shake my head. “Let me see.” I stroke myself again and her eyes fall to my dick.

Fuck me, she licks her lips and her hand moves under the sheet. I should let her have this. I know I should. I could scare her away by taking control, but I need to push.

I clear my throat, drawing her attention back to me.

“I wanna see.” She bites her bottom lip as a flush moves up her chest and into her cheeks. She looks so vulnerable, so damn beautiful. She nods her head and slowly pulls the strap of her tank top down, exposing her plump, milky breasts and small, pert nipples. Fuck, I want my mouth on her right now. For a second I think about going over there. But I don’t want to risk losing her. I feel like the second I lose eye contact she’s gonna run far away from me. I need to make sure she gets off.

“Pinch it,” I mouth. She’s slow to move, but she obeys. That in and of itself is an accomplishment. Finally, she listens to me. She gently pinches her nipple, rolling it between her finger.

“Again.” She keeps eye contact and pinches it again before taking the other strap down and doing the same to her other nipple.

Fuck, I’m so close to cumming. This broad has me wrapped around her finger and she doesn’t even know it.

“Harder.” I give her the command and she moves both her hands to her nipples, but I shake my head.

“One hand. Play with yourself.” She stares at me for a moment and I wonder if she heard me right. But then she slips her hand back down.

“I wanna see.” That right there is the line. She shakes her head and the same fear I keep seeing in her eyes is there. I stop my movements and consider going over there right now and showing her how fucking good it’s gonna be when she surrenders to me, but then I think twice.

This is a broad who needs time and space. I have to earn her trust. I can give her that. I can show her she can trust me.

I repeat my words, “I wanna see you.” She shakes her head slightly and I don’t push for more. “Don’t stop, peaches.” I stroke myself again. “Cum with me.”

She’s slow to move, but after a long moment she does. And I feel so much fucking relief that she does.

That’s my girl.

I start pumping my cock, watching her ease back against her headboard.

She spreads her legs wider under the covers, but she leaves the blanket there covering herself.

Even covered, she’s beautiful and tempting in every way. Maybe even more so since she’s still hiding from me.

“Again.” I give the command aloud and her eyes widen, darting to the narrow path between our buildings, but there’s no one there, only us in this moment.

She bites down on her lip and pinches her nipple hard. Yes. Fuck, yes. I quicken my pace and give her another order.

“More.”
More.
That’s what I want from her. More of whatever she’ll give me. I give her the command and watch as her back arches from how intense her touch is. I wish I were there. I wish I was the one giving her that pleasure.

I watch as her head tilts back, and her orgasm rips through her body. Her lips part and I faintly hear her moan as she cums from her own touch. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

My spine tingles and my balls draw up. Oh, fuck.
Maddy.
I moan her name as I cum. I cum violently, leaving a mess everywhere as hot streams pour into my hand.

I breathe out deep and look up just in time to see her pulling the curtains closed and I have to smile.

The next time I cum, it’ll be inside her pretty little pussy, that’s for fucking sure.

“
G
od
, I can’t decide what I wanna wear,” Katie complains, twisting sideways to look at her ass in my bedroom mirror. I'm sitting on my bed, having watched her complain for the past twenty minutes as we get ready for class. I think what she’s wearing, blue jeans and a colorful blouse, is fine, but for some reason Katie simply can’t take my advice. She’s tried on at least ten different outfits and each one has something wrong with it.

“For the millionth time,” I say with exasperation, Just wear that. You look fine.” I don’t know why she insists on asking for my advice if she isn’t going to listen to me. But then again I don’t know why she keeps coming in here, knowing I'm going to say the same thing. She's looked perfectly fine in everything I've seen so far.

Katie is still twisted to one side. “I would, Maddy, but it makes my ass look flat.”

“But it is.” I hide my smile. She does have a flat ass. She’s got a skinny waist and wide hips I admire though.

Katie turns to glare daggers at me. “What did you just say?”

“Your ass
is
flat,” I clarify. “Flat as a pancake.” I don’t let on that I’m fucking with her, partly to get back at her for keeping me prisoner while she tries on her entire wardrobe.

Katie rushes forward, grabs a pillow off the bed and lobs it at my head. “Bitch.”

I dodge it, giggling. “I’m only kidding!”

Katie crosses her arms over her breasts and scowls. “No you’re not!”

“I am. I swear.” I put my hands up in surrender, but apparently she’s really pissed off.

“I don’t believe you, Miss Evil. But you know what? Your ass isn’t exactly anything special either, so there.” Katie sticks her tongue out at me.

“Oh honey,” I warn, “don’t go there.”

“Why not? You just did.” Touché. But I didn’t say it to hurt her. I'll try being honest with her, see if that doesn't make her less pissy.

“I only said it to get you to stop complaining.”

“That worked out well, didn’t it?” she asks with a bitchy tone. What the ever loving fuck? She better be kidding.

“It stopped you from complaining, didn’t it?” I point out.

Katie sighs. “I knew I should have picked Vanessa for my roommate. She would have never had the nerve to tell me I have a flat ass.”

“Hey!” I protest.

Katie sticks her tongue out at me again. “Now you see how it feels.”

I cluck my tongue. “You need to get laid.” She’s either PMSing or seriously deprived of sexual gratification.

“
You
need to get laid. I can’t believe you pushed Zane away for a second time.”

If only you knew what happened last night,
I think to myself. While I told Katie about my episode with Zane in the kitchen, she has no idea about our encounter the previous day, and I’m not sure if I’m going to tell her about that.
Or how close I am to having wild, crazy sex with him.

“Have you seen him at all since moving day?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts.

Oh yeah.
I’ve more than seen him.

Images of his naked, hard, chiseled body and big, fat fucking cock flash in my mind and my temperature starts to rise as I relive the events from the previous day. It felt so good to relieve some of that tension that had been building since we first met. Still, there’s a lot of tension left, and down below, my pussy starts to feel moist and my clit throbs. In vain, I try to push these naughty thoughts away, cursing how horny they make me.

“Are you okay?” Katie asks, peering at me with concern.

“Huh?” I say breathlessly. I’m literally in a daze. Seriously, I’m about two seconds away from shoving Katie out of the room and spending some quality time with my rabbit, my favorite vibrator.

“I asked if you’d seen Zane.”

“Oh. Nope,” I lie. “I haven’t seen him.”

Katie frowns with disappointment. “It’s a shame you won’t give him a chance. I’d kill to have a guy that hot that crazy over me.”

“Why would you? You’d be killing for a guy who probably has several different girlfriends that don’t even know about each other.” And that's it right there. I know he can have anyone he wants. There’s nothing special about me except that I keep pushing him away. So the moment I sleep with him, it’ll be over and I’ll be crushed. It’s a horrible fucking position to be in… because I
really
wanna fuck him.

Katie taps her fingers against her chin. “You know what? You’re probably right.”

“I know I am.”

“I still wouldn’t let that stop me from having at least one night with him. Shit, if I were you, I’d be over there riding him right now.” She grins wickedly, as if imagining all the naughty things she’d be doing with Zane. “Some early morning foreplay before class.”

“Katie!” I flush. Shit, I’d love that. And he’s right there. He’s so close.

Katie makes her customary fake innocent face. “Wha?”

I smack a palm against my forehead, and shake my head. “Never mind. I just can’t with you.”

Despite my objection, I can’t help but think about what Katie said. How I would love to be over there right now, riding Zane’s big fat cock, feeling him pump those powerful hips beneath me, thrusting deep inside of me with powerful force. My clit throbs in response to my fantasy, and I unconsciously touch myself.

“Maddy?” Katie asks, looking closely at me with curiosity.

I snatch my hand away from my lower stomach, my heart pounding, shocked by how close I’ve come to touching my myself in front of my best friend.

Screw you Zane
, I rage,
for making me feel this way, for making me lose control.

I have no idea how I'm going to get through the day with all these dirty thoughts running through my mind. There is no way I’ll be able to focus. I might as well stay home.

This is why getting with a guy like Zane is no good. We’re not even an item yet and he’s already affecting my school performance. And my sanity.

“Yeah?” I say, trying to play it cool.

“You alright?” she asks with a cocked brow.

“Yeah, why?” I clear my throat and can’t even look her in the eyes.

Katie shook her head. “I dunno, you started panting and looking all funny and then you were reaching down for your… umm... hoohaw. Got a yeast infection?”

I scowl with indignation. “Heck no!”

“Oh. Because I do,” she says with a shrug.

“Okay, that’s TMI.”

“Why?” Katie complains. “Aren’t we besties that are supposed to share everything together? Anyway, it itches like hell! I was scratching my stuff so much this morning that my labia turned all--”

“Katie!” I yell.

“Wha?”

“TMI!”

We spend the next ten minutes arguing over whether Katie should just wear what she has on or change into another outfit until I point out that if we don’t leave soon, we’ll wind up late for class. After a quick breakfast of Corn Pops and OJ, we walk outside.

It’s a cool morning, the sun is radiant, and the sky is crystal clear. It’s beautiful. It’s so pretty here. It doesn’t have the walkability of being in the city, but I'm starting to love this place.

“It’s a beautiful day today, isn’t?” Katie echoes my sentiment.

I’m about to respond when something that's even more beautiful appears out of the condo next door. His hair slicked back, Zane looks like he’s stepped out of GQ magazine with his dark pants and dress shirt that’s opened at the chest, exposing the tanned bronze skin underneath. I swear I can see my tongue rolling along the lines of his chest. His shoulders are so broad, the shirt stretches tight over his muscles. Fuck, he’s so hot.

With swagger to die for, Zane walks up to us with a playboy grin on his face. It’s hard to look him in the eyes. I just want to stare at his dick, as if it’s out on display again.

I’m not sure what the protocol is for watching your neighbor masturbate, but my plan is to just ignore it and hope he doesn’t say shit about it. I’m just going to pretend like it never happened.

He better not say anything. My heart beats faster in my chest. I can see him teasing me for it. Holding it over my head. Shit! And then Katie will know I lied. Fuck, he better not.

“Are you stalking me now?” I demand, trying to act cool and confident when I’m really shaking inside. All I can think about as I look at him is how hot he looks naked and about his big fat, pulsating cock.

“Hey,” Katie protests, “you don’t have to be so rude to Zane, Maddy. Geez.”

Unperturbed, Zane chuckles, a deep throaty sound that does strange things to my nether regions. “Don’t be so vain, peaches, I have to work, too.”

I snort. “Well those are some pretty nice clothes just for a tattoo parlor.”

“What can I say? I like looking good.”

And you smell good too,
I think to myself. Zane’s wearing a spicy cologne that turns me on big time. I wanna know what it is. I think I read somewhere that we remember scents the most out of all the senses. I wanna remember this smell. It’s like a masculine scent that was made just for him.

I’m stumped for a comeback. I’d be lying if I say he looks bad, because he looks like sex on legs. Hell, he's practically a sex god, Zane Adonis Whatever-the-fuck-his-last-name-is.

Katie giggles. “Dude, you look more than good, like a million bucks!”

I shoot Katie a murderous glare for her treachery. She’s supposed to be on my side.

Zane grins at Katie’s compliment and then says, “But maybe I did decide to leave the second you came out.”

“See. You’re a stalker.” I hold back my smile and the small thrill I get from him admitting it. It shouldn’t make me so freaking happy, but it does.

“But I won’t have to be one if you'd just hang out with me, preferably by watching a movie or something.”

Katie leans in and growls into my ear, “Maddy, if you don’t say yes, I’m going to possess your body and have violent sex with him.” I have to laugh from her threat.

I'm silent for almost a full minute, my mind racing, before I finally say, “Fine. You win. I’ll hang out with you.”

Victory flashes in Zane’s eyes, but he’s not surprised. He knew I would give in eventually, the arrogant bastard. “A movie at your place it is. What movie would you like to see?”

“I heard Deadpool is good,” Katie chimes in.

I turn to Katie and scold, “He didn’t ask you!” I turn back to Zane and deadpan. “Deadpool.”

Zane laughs while Katie mutters something under her breath about finding a place to hide a dead body.

After Katie and I exchange a few more feisty barbs, Zane says, “You girls are hilarious, but I gotta get going. Got a busy schedule up at the shop.” He nods at Katie and says, “See ya.” And to me, “Catch you later, peaches.” I blush at his words and tuck my hair back behind my ear. Shit. This is not good. He’s really affecting me now. Shit!

Katie squeals with delight as we watch him walk off. “Peaches! I just love that nickname. It’s so frickin' cute.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh please, it’s obnoxious you mean.” No it’s not. I fucking love it. Damn it.

Katie turns to me, a big grin on her face. “You know why he named you that, right?”

“No, why?”

“Because he wants to eat you out.”

I smack Katie on the arm and she howls with laughter. “I’m so done with you, Katie Butler!”

“I’m serious. He thinks you taste sweet, and he probably thinks about your juices, rolling down his chin while he’s in between your…”

I plug my fingers in my ears. “I’m taking the bus!”

Katie laughs even harder, going red in the face.

“It’s not funny!”

“Oh yes it is. You should’ve seen your face!”

I roll my eyes and walk off to the car. A few minutes later, we’re driving down the road toward the university.

“Will you watch the movie with us and be my third wheel?” I ask, interrupting Katie in the middle of singing a Katy Perry song. It’s gonna be bad if I don’t have her there. I already know it. I’m ready to cave. I can’t let it happen. I’m… I’m scared. That’s the truth, and I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I am. I’m so scared that I’m on the edge of a cliff, and he’s gonna fuck me and then throw me off.

Katie glances over at me. “Hmm. I dunno, Maddy. You’ve been pretty awful to me.”

“I have? How?” She actually sounds hurt, and that worries me. I feel like I’m losing myself; I can’t lose her, too.

“Well, let’s see here, you said I have a flat ass.”

“I already said that was a joke.”

“And you didn’t want to hear about my itchy vag.” Okay, now I know she’s joking. Thank fuck.

When I open to my mouth to curse, Katie holds up a hand. “Okay, okay, don’t pull out your machete. I might watch with you.”

“Might? What do you mean
might
?” I make sure to put a hint of a threat in my voice, because I
need
her there.

“I just don’t understand why you would want me there. I mean, the guy is hot as all hell. I wouldn’t want to share him in the least.”

“That’s the very reason why I need you to come. To keep me from doing something I regret. I mean, we’re going to be in the living room on the couch together, all alone and in the dark...” My voice trails off as I think about how hot the setting sounds. I could just imagine us on the couch, Zane’s lips on my neck, my hands stroking his rock-hard cock through his jeans. Just thinking about it makes my body shudder with anticipation.

“That sounds like the beginning of a porno movie.”

“Katie,” I growl.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be there.”

I lean across my seat and give Katie a brief hug. “Thank you, Katie.” She really has no idea how much this means to me.

Katie looks over at me and winks as she says, “You’re welcome... peaches.”

I resist the urge to kill her and settle on a death glare.