The Boy Next Door (2 page)

Biting her lip, she forced her craving aside. Slowly, teasingly, she swept the tips of her fingers up and down his aching shaft, touching it lightly enough to elicit a shiver from Rory. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, going very still.

Melissa smiled mischievously. He thought he could mess her about, did he? Thought he was the boss? She’d show him. Eyes shut, chest heaving, Rory was at her mercy. Just how Melissa wanted. She increased her tempo and tightened her grip slightly, working his throbbing cock in a sure, steady rhythm. Rory’s lips parted and a low moan escaped them as his pleasure grew.

A surge of triumph swept through Melissa. Now who was the one in charge? But she was suddenly jolted from her thoughts when Rory placed a hand over hers and lifted it from his quivering cock. Melissa frowned in confusion. What was he doing? Didn’t he like her jerking him off?

Rory didn’t say a word. Instead, he turned and pulled Melissa closer, one hand resting on her waist, the other gliding down her belly, under the waistband of her jeans and into her panties. Melissa gasped as his strong fingers found her clit and gently massaged it. Despite her resolve she closed her eyes as shooting spears of pleasure ripped through her abdomen.

Her thoughts scattered as Rory stroked her most sensitive part harder, faster. Now it was Melissa’s turn to throw her head back and moan. Wetness flooded her pussy, drenching Rory’s hand as he pushed his fingers deeper into her slick, moist petals until he reached the aching heat of her entrance. In a fluid motion, he slid two fingers inside her, making Melissa groan and lean against his hand.

A distant part of her growled in annoyance. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be!
He
was supposed to be the one out of his mind with desire! But another part of her didn’t care. She was drowning in the delicious waves of pleasure coursing through her. She shifted her weight, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. She didn’t want him to stop. Ever.

But Rory did stop. He removed his fingers and took a step back, leaving Melissa gasping. She opened her eyes to see him kicking off his shorts and standing there naked, not caring if the neighbors might see. Melissa’s eyes widened as they roved over his gorgeous body: tight muscles, strong thighs, small waist. And that massive cock standing proud, inviting her to impale herself on it.

Melissa’s knees went weak. She felt giddy with need. As Rory stepped forward and began pulling down her jeans, she didn’t resist, even holding up each foot to allow him to tug them off and toss them away. Her t-shirt followed and then her bra. Rory seemed to be an expert at undressing women, pausing only to cup her breasts with his strong hands and rub his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting another moan from Melissa.

She stood in only her panties, the light breeze raising goose bumps along her damp skin. She realized that should the neighbors glance out the window they might see her standing there, almost naked. But she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her mind seemed full of fog, full of
him
. His scent, his taste, his nearness.

Rory paused for a moment, eyes taking in her body before he huskily breathed, “Take them off.”

Obediently — she couldn’t believe she was doing as he told her! — Melissa yanked down her panties and tossed them aside.

Rory watched her, cock quivering with desire. Then, in one quick movement, he stepped close, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her greedily. Melissa responded, opening her mouth to invite him inside.

With a growl, Rory picked her up as though she weighed no more than a doll and carried her over to the sun lounger at the pool’s edge where he laid her on her back. Melissa pulled him down on top of her and pushed her tongue into his mouth, kissing him hungrily. With his knees, Rory pushed her legs apart and lowered his hips until the smooth tip of his huge cock slid through her slick folds to the wet darkness of her slit. Melissa groaned and spread her legs wide, alight with need.

Breaking their kiss, Rory watched her for a moment with those huge brown eyes of his. Then he thrust his hips forward, driving his iron-hard cock deep into her aching pussy. Melissa bucked and cried out as he entered her.

With a shudder Rory pulled out and drove in again, sending delicious heat flooding through Melissa’s loins. She ran her hands down his back, tracing the contours of his muscles as they bunched and released with his movements. Rory’s head dropped as he withdrew and thrust in once more, his hair brushing her shoulder, breath harsh and ragged by her ear. Melissa moaned, tilted her hips up to meet his strokes as he thrust again, filling her, stretching her walls.

Ecstasy rippled along Melissa’s nerves. All thought ceased. The only thing that mattered was Rory’s hard cock driving into her. His tempo increased, his thrusting becoming faster, harder, as his own pleasure began to mount. He pulled in a ragged breath as he fucked her hard and deep, their bodies making slapping noises as they came together.

“Oh god, Rory,” Melissa gasped. “This feels so good.”

“I know,” Rory said, raising his head to gaze at her. “Your pussy is so tight around me.”

Melissa arched her back as the pulses of ecstasy increased, burning through her system like wildfire. Rory growled and filled her with hard, lusty strokes, fucking her furiously, her breasts bouncing.

“That’s it!” Melissa gasped, screwing her eyes shut as the wildfire grew to an inferno. “Don’t stop! I’m going to come!”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for years,” he panted. “I never thought it would be this good.”

Melissa’s gasps became wails as her orgasm exploded through her body. She bucked against Rory as it ripped through her, filling her with sweet, sweet, ecstasy and sweeping her away on a tide of euphoria.

Rory kept thrusting, his own grunts becoming louder and louder until finally he jerked deep inside her, spilling himself out into her burning depths.

Melissa panted, coming back to herself as her orgasm ebbed. Rory rested his forehead on her shoulder, chest heaving as he caught his breath. After a moment he pulled out, lay down next to her and propped himself up on an elbow. He smiled, brown eyes glinting.

“Still angry your dad got me to come over?”

Melissa raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I might be starting to come round to the idea.”

Rory laughed, put an arm around her waist and kissed her.

As Melissa wrapped her arms around Rory’s neck, warmth beginning to build in her pussy once more, a delicious thought flittered through her mind.

She had Rory to herself for a whole month. She still wasn’t sure which of them was in charge. But boy, she was going to enjoy finding out.

Exploring The Boy Next Door

M
elissa Smyth groggily opened her eyes. Early morning sunlight shone through a gap in her curtains, illuminating her bedroom with silver light. But this wasn’t what had woken her. She sat up, brushed strands of blonde hair from her face and listened. Yes, there it was. A noise coming from outside. For a moment her sleep-addled brain struggled to process the information but then understanding dawned in a rush.

She glanced at her bedside clock. 9 am.

Dammit!

She threw back the covers and sprang out of bed, padded barefoot across the plush carpet to the window and peeked through the curtains. There he was. Rory Thompson. Geeky, annoying, toned, tanned, gorgeous, Rory Thompson. Her neighbor and the guy her father had hired to look after the house whilst he was away. He was already out in the yard, diligently trimming branches from the unruly hedge.

Melissa ground her teeth in frustration. Why hadn’t her alarm gone off? She’d been determined to be out working in the yard when Rory arrived. She wanted to show him she didn’t need his help! But now, because of that damned alarm clock, her plan was ruined.

Oh, wouldn’t Rory love it when he found out how late she’d slept in, leaving him to do all the work? Wouldn’t that just prove what both he and her father thought? That Melissa was lazy and spoiled and couldn’t take care of herself?

She frowned in annoyance. None of this was going quite as she’d hoped. When Rory had turned up two days ago, Melissa had planned on having him at her beck and call, to take her revenge on both Rory and her father for daring to suggest she needed a babysitter. But the Rory Thompson who’d arrived on her doorstep hadn’t been the same nerdy boy she remembered from school.

No, this Rory Thompson was handsome and self-assured with wavy brown hair and eyes she could fall into. Funny how three years traveling the world can change a person. So, instead of dominating him, she found herself being seduced by his looks, his charm and his gorgeous, sculpted body.

Heat flooded Melissa’s cheeks as she remembered what had come next. Her gaze wandered to the sun lounger on the poolside and an image flashed into her mind. Rory on top of her, his iron-hard cock slamming deep into her aching pussy and taking her to heights of ecstasy she’d never dreamed of.

Wetness formed between her legs at the memory. Arousal tightened her stomach muscles, sending a jolt like electricity through her body. Mercilessly, she clamped down on it, refusing to let her arousal drown her common sense.

She’d not heard from Rory since their poolside antics. Sure, her father only employed him part-time and he wasn’t scheduled to visit until today, but that didn’t stop him ringing or at least texting did it? But he hadn’t. He’d just said goodbye and given her a cocky wave as he walked out the door. No word. No message. Who the hell did he think he was? Did he think he could pick her up and drop her as if she were a toy?

Well, she’d have the last laugh. If he thought she would come running, he had better think again. She would show him that their dalliance meant nothing to her, just like it obviously meant nothing to him!

Melissa chewed on her bottom lip, trying to come up with a plan. Rory didn’t yet know Melissa had slept in. She smiled as an idea formed. Yes, she might just be able to salvage the situation. Quickly she pulled a comb through her hair and then threw on a scruffy shirt and pants. Pausing in the bathroom long enough to brush her teeth and make sure she looked presentable, Melissa rushed downstairs, picked up the gardening shears that she’d strategically placed by the back door and then hurried out.

She paused halfway across the lawn and turned a startled look Rory’s way as though noticing him for the first time.

“Oh. Hello, Rory,” she said in a surprised voice. “I didn’t see you there. When did you arrive?”

Rory’s deep brown eyes settled on her and his handsome face broke into a wide smile. “Hi, Melissa! Just got here.”

The warmth in his voice made her stomach flutter. Had he missed her the last two days?

“What have you been up to?” Melissa asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

He shrugged. “Not much. Running a few errands for my mom.”

Melissa fought back the urge to scowl. Errands? That’s where he’d been the last two days? The reason he’d not been in touch? Were his stupid errands more important to him than she was?

“Right. Well. You can give me a hand now you’re here,” she said frostily, gesturing with the gardening shears. “I’ve spent an hour in the yard already this morning.”

Rory glanced around as though looking for evidence of Melissa’s endeavors so she went on in a rush, “I was clearing up the mess and taking a break when you arrived. Let’s get to it shall we?"

She stomped over to the hedge and began chopping at it. After a moment, he joined her.

Melissa remained silent but as she worked she was acutely aware of the nearness of him. Each time he moved she heard the slight rustle of his clothing and the soft hiss of his breath. Rory matched Melissa’s silence and it grew like a wall between them.

After what felt like hours, Melissa paused to wipe sweat from her forehead. It was early but already the day was growing hot. The shears were heavier than she expected and her arms were beginning to throb. But she would be damned if she would let Rory see her discomfort. He had trimmed twice as much hedge as her and had hardly broken a sweat. Damn him!

Rory suddenly cleared his throat. “May I make a suggestion?” His voice sounded cautious as though unsure of her reaction.

Melissa stared at him. “Go on.”

“You might find it easier if you use the right tool.”

“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

Angrily, she began chopping once more. A minute later Rory laid a hand on her arm, making her jump.

“Melissa, it will take you an age to trim the hedge with those. You are using a set of lawn edgers.”

Melissa looked at the tool in her hand and then at Rory’s face, realizing belatedly that he was right. Sudden embarrassment turned her cheeks crimson. A grin quirked Rory’s lips and his deep brown eyes shone with amusement. He snorted a laugh. Despite herself, Melissa felt her own lips twitching into a smile.

“Oh, all right!” she cried, throwing down the shears and planting her hands on her hips. “I admit it! I know nothing about gardening! What would you advise, oh wise one?”

Rory held out a set of long-handled loppers. “Try these.”

Hesitantly, Melissa took them. Rory held on for the barest moment, his fingers brushing hers as he passed them over. At the contact a jolt went through Melissa and she looked up to see him watching her. The amusement was gone and instead something else filled his eyes. Longing?

Flustered, Melissa took the loppers and muttered, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And how about we keep the lawn edgers for when we’re edging the lawn?”

Melissa grinned, some of the tension draining out of her. “Sounds like a plan.”

They set to work. Melissa found it easier this time. They toiled in companionable silence, helping each other on the more difficult bits and working together to pile the mess into the barrow ready to be carted away. As the sun climbed higher in the sky the heat intensified and Rory suddenly straightened, reached up and yanked his T-shirt off over his head.

“Ah, that’s better!”

Melissa stared. A thin sheen of sweat made Rory’s body glisten. As he bent over she watched the muscles in his stomach contract and then release. His shoulder blades moved beneath the tight muscles of his back and the tiny veins in his biceps stood out as he worked.