For Your Pleasure

by

Elisa Adams

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Chapter One

The heat was almost too much to take. Humidity robbed me of a decent breath and sweat coated my brow no matter how many times I swiped it away with the back of my hand. The misery would last for three more days, according to the radio news broadcast I caught this morning on my way to work. Three more days before we got a little relief.

Birds chirped in the trees overhead. Even their songs sounded weak. Uncomfortable. Summers in New England tended to be like this. Hot and sticky for days on end. Some people loved the heat. I hated it. Hated the way my hair and clothing seemed plastered to my body. Hated the restlessness that settled into my gut and wrapped its fingers around my throat.

Even now, I shifted in my lounge chair, wishing I’d put in a pool last summer like my sister had tried to talk me into doing. The air conditioner was on the fritz. The repairman couldn’t get here for two more days. I groaned. The only place to escape the heat would be the office.

A flash of movement drew my attention and a smile tickled the corners of my lips. The slight breeze wasn’t the only bonus to being outside. A light in my neighbor’s window reminded me of the real reason I’d come out here after dinner. He always got home from work at eight-thirty on weeknights. And changed with the lights on.

My neighbor had yet to put curtains in his bedroom windows.

I’d seen him for the first time two weeks ago, when he’d moved into the house across the yard from mine. The second-story windows were tall and narrow, spaced three in a row with only inches between them, affording me a very nice view. For days I’d been telling myself watching the guy was only wrong if I got caught, but it didn’t matter. Wrong or right, I couldn’t stop.

From the first moment, I’d been obsessed. I didn’t know his name, didn’t know anything about him, and yet all my fantasies in the past few weeks had revolved around him. Tonight was no exception. Already I could feel my pussy getting damp. Primed. I knew what would happen next. Most nights, he did more than change with the lights on.

My skin tingled with anticipation. I ran my hands up my sides, teasing my breasts until my nipples peaked, all while wishing it was his touch instead of mine. I just wanted him to fuck me. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently. A sigh born of frustration burst from my lips. Two solid weeks of watching, and he never even looked my way.

Sad, Callie. So very sad. At thirty-two, I’d been reduced to a voyeur, wanting what I could never have, logging way too many hours with my battery-operated boyfriend. I tucked a sweat-slicked lock of hair behind my ear. My sister, the psychiatrist, would have a field day with this one.

My neighbor was gorgeous, but not in a conventional way. Toned muscles. Tanned, tattooed skin. Long, dark hair and an ever-present five o’clock shadow. Ripped T-shirts and worn jeans, the kind of man every girl’s mother warned her to stay away from.

The kind of man I needed over me, inside me, making me scream his name.

I wrapped my hand around the glass of iced tea sitting on the table next to me, stroking up and down like it was his cock. The condensation cooled my hand and I wiped the liquid down my neck. It did little to slow the fire raging inside me, both from the weather and the man across the yard.

He stripped off his shirt and it dropped out of sight. Next, his jeans followed and he dropped to the bed in just his boxers. He ran his hand absently over the bulge there, the muscles in his abdomen flexing and bunching as he stroked his cock through the fabric. I mimicked the motion, sliding my hand over the wet bikini bottom between my legs. Two seconds in and I was already squirming, striving for release. It came quickly when I thought about him, about that big cock and what it would feel like inside me.

I waited, breath held, muscles tense, for him to take off the boxers, but tonight it didn’t happen. My neighbor got up and walked away. Somehow, his absence escalated my excitement. Was he somewhere in a darkened room, watching me out a window?

I moved aside my shorts and panties, exposing my pussy to the hot night air. I brushed my finger down my slit, wishing it was his finger instead. My skin was already slick with moisture, and the dampness increased as I stroked myself with my wet fingers. My breasts tingled, my nipples ached for his lips.

How many nights had I touched myself, thinking of him? Too many, but never like this. Never outside, in full view of anyone who happened to be looking.

In full view of my neighbor, if he chose to look.

But he hadn’t seen me yet, had he? Maybe he wouldn’t. To someone like him, I was invisible. I’d seen his women. Watched him fuck them in his bed while they clawed at his back and thrashed their heads from side to side. An endless parade of blondes, with the occasional redhead thrown in. My neighbor liked them tall and model thin. Two things I would never achieve. Not in this lifetime.

I wasn’t bitter about that, though. Five foot four was tall enough. I liked my curves. The men I dated liked my curves. If my neighbor didn’t, that was his loss.

A car door slamming somewhere in the neighborhood made me freeze, but only for a second. The trees throughout the yard would keep most neighbors from nosing around, and his was the closest house to mine. If he saw me, I didn’t care. Maybe I even wanted him to.

My lids sank closed, my mind already forming images of what he might be doing since he’d left the room. I continued to play my fingers across my flesh, slowly now, knowing I was getting too close to climax and not yet ready for it to be over.

The hair on my arms prickled. I opened my eyes and my breath caught in my throat. He’d moved back to the windows and was standing there with one palm pressed to the glass. The heat in his eyes made my pulse skitter. I swallowed hard. Oh, God. Not my imagination. He was watching me. My movements stilled. What was I supposed to do now? I started to pull my fingers away from my body, but he shook his head. One word mouthed from those full lips had me shaking in my chair.

More.

I swallowed hard. This couldn’t be happening, and yet, I couldn’t deny it. He didn’t want me to stop.

When I didn’t move, a sexy smile spread over his face and a spark of challenge lit his eyes. My whole body quivered, my pussy growing even damper. “Come on,” he mouthed now, and even though a pane of glass separated us I could almost feel his deep voice slide over me like cool silk. Helpless to stop myself, I obeyed the command in his eyes, slipping my hand back between my legs to finger my pussy again.

I slipped two fingers inside my channel, stroking in and out. My thumb on my clit, I pressed down and cried out at the jolt of pleasure. It was too much. I wasn’t this bold. I wasn’t sure I could masturbate with him watching me, but I didn’t want to stop. I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking out everything but the feeling of my own fingers. He still watched. I could feel his gaze all over my skin. The idea of putting on a show should have turned me off, but it didn’t. All this time I’d wanted him to notice me, and now he had.

A minute or so later, strong hands moved my legs apart and my eyes flew open. He knelt between my legs, his mouth inches from my pussy. His gaze met mine and locked. The heat I found there made a wisp of arousal curl in my belly.

My face flaming, I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and started to readjust my bikini bottom, but he didn’t let me finish. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, sucking my fingers into his mouth. He laved them with his tongue before he let me go. I whimpered.

“What’s your name?” he asked in a deep whisper.

“Callie.” I didn’t ask his, because I didn’t want to know. It was more exciting this way, lying here so completely open to a stranger. I could barely breathe, barely move.

“Callie.” He wrapped his voice around the word, dragging out each syllable. “I’ve been dying to taste you.”

And then he did. His mouth closed over my clit and he drew the tight bud inside. His tongue flicked over me again and again, the small movement enough to drive me right to the brink of orgasm. My back arched. Seconds after his lips touched my body, I was ready to beg him to fuck me.

“Please.” The word slipped from my lips, not much more than a whisper of breath on the summer breeze.

In answer, he chuckled against my skin. The thrust of his fingers inside my pussy took me by surprise, making me cant my hips toward him for more. The masterful swirls of his tongue and thrust of those thick fingers had me squirming on the chair. I threaded my hands through his hair, holding his head close while he continued to eat me out. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open to him.

The man was a master. Like an explosion, the orgasm took me by surprise, rocking the very foundation of my world. It tightened my grip in his hair, my head dropping back as a silent scream tore from my lips. He didn’t let up right away, and tremor after tremor raced through me until all my muscles felt weak. Liquid and useless. And then he backed up and stood, leaving me cold.

Spent and trembling, I could do nothing but lie there and watch him work the buckle on his belt, his gaze never leaving mine. The heat in his eyes made me tremble all over again. My juices glistened on his chin. Once his pants were unbuttoned, he freed his cock and I licked my lips. It had been way too long since I’d had a man inside me. I wouldn’t have to wait much longer. I shifted, reaching my hands toward him, but he shook his head.

“Not tonight. It’s getting late, and I’m sure you have an early morning.”

A little sound of protest whispered past my lips, but he said nothing. Instead, he took the length of his erection in his hand and stroked it from base to tip. His head dropped back, his eyes closing and his lips parting. It didn’t take him long to get off, and he came in heavy spurts over my stomach. His lips drifted open and, gracing me with that sexy smile, leaned down and rubbed his come into my skin.

“Another time, Callie.” He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before he turned and walked away.

A long time later, I was finally able to make myself get up and go into the house. This was one night of fantasy I would never forget.

Chapter Two

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.

Frantic, I ground my hips against his, meeting each thrust. His breathing had long since gone jagged, his eyes closed and his forehead sweaty with the strain. He bent his knees a little, changing the angle of his thrusts, and I was done for. Stars exploded behind my eyes, every muscle in my body shaking as pleasure like I’d never experienced shot through me, from my pussy straight out to my limbs. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wringing every last drop of sensation from me until I felt liquid. Floating. I went lax, unable to do anything but cling to him.

Not long after, he followed me into release, a shout on his lips. He pulled out and set my feet on the ground. Whispering an unintelligible sound, he pressed his palms to the door on either side of my head. “I think it’s going to be a little while before I can walk.”

I had to laugh. “Me, too.”

“Think we could just camp out here for the night, or at least until we recover?”

As appealing to my tired body as the thought was, I shook my head. “I think I need to lie down. Why don’t we take this upstairs to my bedroom instead.”

A little after dawn, I finally stirred, opening my eyes to find my neighbor staring at me. His lids drooped a little, but he smiled when he saw me looking.

I cupped his cheek in my hand. “You do look familiar to me. Where do I know you from?”

“High school.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, I knew. I’d seen him before. So many times, though he’d changed. He wasn’t the scrawny outcast I remembered, but his features were the same. His eyes, identical to the ones I remembered trying to avoid so long ago. I should have noticed. “Shawn Richardson.”

A blush crept up his cheeks and he shrugged a little. “Yeah. Upset?”

He’d known who I was the whole time, and he hadn’t bothered to tell me. I tried to muster up the proper irritation, but after the pleasure he’d just given me, I couldn’t. I’d wanted sex with a stranger, and in reality, I’d come pretty damn close. I’d never really gotten to know him back in school. Hadn’t even given him or his slacker buddies a second glance.

There had been a good reason for that, or at least I’d convinced myself there’d been. Looking into that intense gaze had set my nerves on edge. Not anymore. I wanted to know him now. Everything about him. I’d start by learning how his skin tasted, and what sounds he made when I wrapped my lips around his cock.

“You look different than you did back then. Bulkier.”

He laughed. “Yeah, outside work will do that to a guy. I’m a landscaper. I…ah, have to work in a few hours. I really should go home and shower.”

He stood, gathering the clothes he’d stripped before we’d climbed into bed and pulling on his jeans. “Will you be around later?”

I rolled onto my back and stretched my arms over my head. “That depends. What do you have in mind?”

“I dunno. I’ll think of something. I can be very creative, you know.”

I chuckled at the exaggerated way he waggled his brows while he zipped his jeans. “I do know.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t even know the half of it. I’ll meet you back here around seven?”

I couldn’t help myself. I got hot all over again. I licked my lips. Did he really expect me to turn him down? No way was I that stupid. “Sounds like a plan.

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