Naughty Neighbors (13 page)

“Then show me,” she whispered, scooting back on the bed.

Pausing long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand, Zak suited up and crawled up the bed. Instead of towering over her, he threw her legs over his back and tucked one hand under her fine ass, lifting her to his mouth.

She watched him then with such dark passion in her eyes that he almost lost his will to feast on her sweet pussy once more. His cock was hard, painfully hard, and the only thing he wanted to do was ram it between her folds and fuck away the throb between his legs.

Thrusting his tongue inside her, he devoured her damp pussy. He fluttered inside her passage and drew her closer, swatting her mound when she moved too much or tried to put some distance between them.

“Patience, Kara,” he whispered, blowing hot air against her clit.

Flicking the hard gem, he fucked her with his tongue. She writhed underneath him, flattening her feet against the bed and pumping up and down, up and down.

“I can’t hold on,” she breathed, twirling one of her soft curls around her finger.

“Then don’t hold on,” he rasped, stopping abruptly. He gave her cunt one final lick and topped her as quickly as possible. He positioned his tormented cock at her entrance, aware of the heat resonating from his dick and her hot center. “Just let go, sub.”

Impaling her pussy for the first time, Zak shoved his cock inside her, willing himself to hang on, hold back, and practice restraint. Fighting off his release would be damned near impossible at this angle.

He bracketed his arms around Kara and forced her to roll with him, switching positions so his back was at the headboard. His legs extended and he guided her up and down, pushing her on his shaft, before lifting her over him.

Kara rode him from the top. Her knees tucked underneath her and she pressed them against his middle, squeezing his torso with each and every jolt.

Watching the impalement drove him crazy. He longed to dump his release inside her pussy, unprotected and without barriers in place. He wanted the intimacy, a much closer connection, yet he couldn’t explain his desires.

The fire she lit inside him was one he’d never contain. He couldn’t even drag his gaze away from their connection. The way her pussy lips flared around the head of his cock made him harder and thicker with every stroke.

“Play with your nipples.”

“Like this, Sir?” She pinched both with her forefingers and thumbs.

“Pull them. Make it hurt. Tell me how it feels.” His mouth watered as he watched her pull at the points, trying to follow his demands.

“God yeah, that’s hot.” He moistened his thumb and toyed with her clit, rolling the small bulb until she cried aloud. “That’s right, baby. Fight it. Resist it.”

For Kemper’s sake, Zak hoped the bastard hadn’t decided to occupy Kara’s room. If he slept on the other side of the wall, then Zak didn’t have to wonder how Mr. Kemper Kapertone felt now. Zak knew that torture. He’d known that pain. He’d been the guy on the outside. He’d been the one forced to listen to the acts of pleasure he desperately wanted to own and experience, stamp with his name.

Her eyes grew heavy. Her pussy was wetter. The sounds of sex filled the room.

She fucked him harder and faster. Her body undulated like a trained dancer’s but she rode his cock like a skillful equestrian. Using her knees for balance, she squeezed her legs against his body and slowed down the pace. Unwinding then, she raked her thumbs across her nipples and shot him a wicked smile.

“Come.” Her smile, that knowing gleam in her eyes, had been his undoing. “Now, sub. Come with me.”

“Mmm,” she crooned, her cunt trapping his cock with the sweetest of vibrations. “Oh yes.”

“Don’t hold back, sub. Let me hear you. Say my name. Scream my name, sub!”

What started out as a hushed and quite silent ride quickly turned into passionate cries. The headboard banged against the wall. The mattress bounced with their weight. And when she was done with the first orgasm, she headed straight for two more, each time screaming out only his name.

Twenty One

Kemper glared at the ceiling.

“Honey, we can switch rooms.” Carly rested her head on his chest. “We shouldn’t have to lie awake and listen to them when your heart is breaking.”

“My heart isn’t the problem,” he assured her. “That man is using her.”

“And if she wants to let him, it’s her business now.”

Kemper gently pushed Carly’s arms away and sat on the edge of the bed. He glared at the wall. “That’s it.”

“What?”

Kemper went to the damming barrier and pressed his ear against the surface. “I couldn’t figure out why that Zak fellow seemed to have it in for me.”

“Tell me you aren’t standing there trying to listen to your
ex
-girlfriend fuck.” Carly propped up on one elbow and cupped her neck.

Try, hell
. He could go in the next room and still hear them. Kemper took a step back. “You’re right. I shouldn’t.”

Only he could’ve sworn he heard spankings. He could’ve laid down a large wager that he heard Kara screaming for more.

His cock was hard. Damn hard. And even with a beautiful woman in his bed, he couldn’t get Kara out of his blasted head.

“Kemper, she’s made her choice.”

“And you seem pleased with that fact,” he pointed out. “The reason
that man
seemed hell bent on stealing away with my woman is because of these damn thin walls. He must’ve heard me with Kara. He’s listened to us. I’m sure of it.”

“So? What’s your point?”

“He wants her for sex. That’s all he wants.”

“You might be right. Still, it’s none of your business.” She wagged her finger at his tented pants. “That hard-on you have right now? It isn’t for me. We both know that. It’s killing your ego because Kara left you, but you need to accept that she made a choice.

“By the sounds coming from behind this wall, she’s pleased with her decision.
Very pleased
. And while I hate that you’re hurt, you need to open your eyes. Learn from your past mistakes, because while you’ve been grumbling about losing one of your women, you may have just lost two.”

~ * ~

“Wake up, sub.” Zak kissed her ear. “You have company.”

“Hmm? Who?” Kara was disoriented and trying to shake off sleep when Carly bounced into the room.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“What are you doing over here?” Kara held the comforter to her chest. Zak’s spicy masculine cologne filled her senses.

“Somebody needed to come over here and try to yank some sense into you. After the racket the two of you made last night, I wasn’t about to nominate Kemper.”

From the doorway, Zak said, “While you come to your senses, Kara, I’ll fix some coffee.”

“Thanks,” she grumbled. Zak disappeared and Kara slung the covers back and left the bed.

“Damn, Kara. Did you let him whip you?” Carly’s eyes fixated on Kara’s behind.

“You’d better believe it,” Kara replied, resisting a wide smile. Walking to the full length mirror across the room, she covered her breasts, turned to the room’s center, and peered over her shoulder to examine her red butt. “It doesn’t look too bad.”

“He has an abusive streak!”

“What he has is called a Dominant streak, something you claimed to know how to deal with when Kemper started harping about collaring me a few years ago.”

“Kemper doesn’t spank like
that
.” Her eyes gave away her envy.

Zak reentered the room with two steamy mugs. “I have cream and sugar downstairs, but I took a wild guess and decided the two of you drank your coffee straight-up.”

Carly glared at him when he passed off her coffee mug. He didn’t seem to mind. He walked over to Kara, set her mug on the dresser behind her and scooped her heap of clothing from the floor. “Let me help you dress.”

“I don’t need help,” she said, feeling her skin heat.

“Apparently you do,” he whispered across her lips. “You’re standing before your friend stark naked.”

“She’s seen me before,” Kara informed him.

Against her ear, Zak whispered, “I don’t want anyone to see what belongs to me.”

She shuddered then and her nipples spiked. Her pussy was as wet as if he’d thrust inside her and splashed her with his release.

As if he knew the effect he’d had on her, he stood in front of her and handed over her bra. He had this quiet determination about him and Kara didn’t dare argue with him. She pushed her arms in the straps and turned around so he could hook the latch. When she faced him again, he handed off her T-shirt and blocked her view of Carly while she slipped on her thong and jeans.

“Well that was just spectacular,” Carly drawled. “So the man has many talents. He can help you dress, make you scream like an alarmed banshee,
and
he makes a mean cup of coffee. What else could you want?”

“Whatever she wants, she can have,” Zak said, addressing Kara instead of Carly. He pecked her lips and backed away. “I’ll be downstairs.”

Kara couldn’t find her voice then. Part of the reason she attributed to the lust hanging in the balance. The sexual spark that existed between them was still hot enough to ignite forest fires a few states over.

“You okay?” Zak asked, tilting her chin to his with one finger.

“She’s having a hot woman moment,” Carly said, nursing her cup of coffee.

Zak rubbed his tongue across his upper lip and smirked. “I can see that for myself.”

“Your hard-on is the problem,” she mouthed.

“It’s yours,” he promised, pulling her into his arms.

Then, to Kara’s surprise, he gave her a passionate kiss. He thrust his tongue between her lips and pressed his body against hers, allowing her the opportunity to feel that erection she quietly pointed out. When he released her, he acted as if he were pained to let her go, stilling for just a moment before he slowly backed away.

When he exited the bedroom, Carly released a heavy breath. “Well, his age certainly matches the experience demonstrated.”

“He isn’t old Carly.”

“How old is ‘isn’t old’ according to you?”

“Forty-nine.”

“Dear God, Kara. He probably has grown children.”

“He hasn’t mentioned children, but I’ll ask. He’ll be honest with me.”

“I’m sure. Men like that are extremely truthful when the sex is new.”

“Why can’t you be happy for me?”

“Truth?”

“I hope you won’t waste my time with a lie.” She grinned at the door. “I can only imagine what Zak has in mind for later today.”

“You need to snap out of this,” Carly said, rushing her then. She grabbed her arms and shook her. “Kemper was up all night. He is devastated. Don’t you care what this is doing to him?”

“Kemper wanted his cake, wanted it all nice and decorated, not to mention cut and sliced and waiting for him on the table should he decide to pop on by and celebrate for a night. Zak is a keeper, Carly.”

“How do you know Zak is a keeper? From what I gather, last night was the first time you were together.”

“He’s been my neighbor for almost two years. In some ways, I know more about him than I know about Kemper.”

“Such as?”

“I know he goes for a run every morning at eight. He grills out a lot in the summer months, but never after seven. He prefers paper to plastic—just like I do—when he goes grocery shopping. And he owns a really nice sports car that he seldom drives.” She paused. “Do you even know what kind of car Kemper has in Houston?”

Carly looked dumbfounded. “What kind of question is that?”

“One that I can’t answer. Can you?”

“I don’t care about a damn vehicle. You don’t either.”

“Maybe you should. Have you even been to Houston, Carly?”

“No.” She frowned. “Have you?”

“No,” Kara replied. “And I find it odd that you haven’t been there either. In two years, we’ve never seen the inside of his house yet he comes home to us and expects us to drop everything when he rolls into town. Kemper calls all the shots in a relationship destined for destruction. In the end, one of us would end up with a broken heart.”

“Well, apparently you made the decision which one because you’ve destroyed him.” Carly backed away. “I just don’t want to be the woman he turns to and resents because I’m not you.”

“It won’t happen,” Kara said. “He wants both of us. I know he’s hurt right now but in the end, you’ll see this is for the best. He’ll love you more because you aren’t me and you’re you, the woman who stood by him through it all.”

“This is bizarre and you know it. You acted out because you thought Kemper had proposed and then married me. You got even. It’s over and done with and now you need to march your blistered ass next door and ask Kemper to forgive you.”

“If I had acted out—and that was all—then do you honestly think I would’ve been willing to try my hand at Domination and submission?”

“Try your hand at it? You looked like a damn pro when Kemper and I entered your bedroom!”

Kara covered her mouth in an effort to keep her smile at bay.

“Don’t laugh.” Carly’s nose twitched. “It’s true. And now you look as if you’re sitting on the best kept secret in the world!”

“Maybe I am.”

“You’re normally not this stubborn.” Carly arched a brow. “Are you sure he didn’t put anything in your drink last night?”

“If he did, I hope he continues to drug me on a daily basis because I’ve never felt this way before.”

“This isn’t like you, Kara. You’re not a submissive. You’re not the kind of woman who lets a man spank her until she has welts on her backside. You are not this woman!”

“Maybe I wasn’t this woman with Kemper, but I’m definitely this woman with Zak.” She approached Carly and took her wrists in her hands. Giving her a gentle tug, she added, “Carly, be happy for me. Embrace the opportunity you now have with Kemper. I’m not giving up the opportunity to be with Zak. He makes me feel...well, he makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my entire life!”

“He’s had forty-nine years to perfect the art of seduction! I’m sure he’s quite good at what he does.”