The Man Next Door

The Man Next Door 

WHEN Lily moved into her mother’s old house for the summer, she expected quiet mornings, fresh air, and long hours spent studying for her entrance exams. What she didn’t expect was him— the man who lived next door.

Mr. Grant.

He was tall, calm, and striking in a way that made her stomach flutter before she could stop it. He had that kind of mature presence that filled a space before he even spoke, the type of man who carried himself like he had seen too much of life and learned how to move through it slowly, deliberately.

Lily first saw him when she was carrying a box inside. He was fixing something by his porch, shirt stretched across broad shoulders, hair touched with silver at the temples. She hadn’t meant to stare, but when he lifted his head and caught her looking, her breath tangled in her throat.

He didn’t smile like boys her age.

He instead studied.

“New here?” he asked, wiping his hands on a cloth.

“Just for the summer,” she managed, suddenly aware of how young and unpolished she must seem under his gaze.

His eyes traced her gently, not disrespectful, but curious, observant. 

“If you need anything, I’m right next door.”

She nodded, but her heart was beating too fast for such a simple conversation.

In the days that followed, she saw him everywhere, watering his plants in the early mornings, returning from work in the evenings, sometimes sitting on his porch with a book. He always looked calm, controlled and untouchable.

And every time their eyes met… she felt something she didn’t know how to name.

She told herself it was harmless. He was older. He was wiser. Way out of her world. But the way he held doors open for her, the way his gaze lingered a second too long, the way his voice softened whenever he said her name…

It felt like they were both pretending not to notice the quiet, dangerous pull between them.

And one warm evening, when he knocked on her door to “check on the new neighbor,” the tension she had been trying so hard to ignore pressed a little too close, a little too deep.

She was putting on a sun yellow crop top and a flare skirt.

“Hi, go… good evening,” she stuttered her greeting.

He smiled.

“Good evening, Lily. May I come in?”

“Sure, sure,” she made way for him and he entered, then she shut the door.

“Mm. Nice place you have in here,” he said as he looked around, nodding his head.

She smiled.

“Yeah, thanks. Um, what can I offer you, sir?”

“Grant.” He corrected.

“Huh?”

“Just call me Grant,” he said.

“Oh!---”

“And by the way, I'm okay. I only wanted to check on the new neighbor,” he winked and she laughed softly, nodding her head.

“Alright, come sit,” she gestured to the couch adjacent to where she was sitting reading a book.

He sat and she sat too. 

“So, I hope you aren't finding it difficult here?” He asked.

She shrugged.

“Nope,” and she crossed her legs, and he saw it in a flash, just a flash— a white pantie.

“I see,” he said, smiling.

They continued talking, and the more intense their discussion went, the more she opened her legs in a flash, giving him snappy shots of her white pantie and each shot aroused the pleasure in him. It was as though she was deliberately doing it, but he didn't care, what mattered most was that he was being aroused and he loved every bit of it.

Then suddenly silence crept in, and they both stopped talking. And Grant decided to make use of the time.

“Do you want it?” He asked.

“Huh?” She mouthed.

“Come on Lily, I see how you look at me. I see it in your eyes,” he got up and walked over to her, her eyes already glistening in pleasure.

“It is fine, let's get it over with,” he said in a whisper as he was now standing very close to her, her mouth a few inches away from his throbbing dick. 

She chuckled softly.

“You are already standing,” she whispered.

“Yeah. What you did to me,” he replied coldly, undoing his trousers. In no time, his short fat dick was staring at her right in the face.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her right hand around it, looking up at his hovering figure.

“This is rigid, hot, rigid,” she said, chuckling like a child.

“Yeah, you can say that again, Hun,” he replied.

Without warning, she slid his cock into her mouth, right down to her throat and he moaned, and she began sucking him, slowly but intense. He held onto her hair with his left hand and pulled down his trousers with his right hand.

Lily took the whole of his cock into her mouth, down to the balls, she sucked them all, her spittle all over it.

“Urghhhhhhh!” He moaned as he took charge, burying himself down her throat, pulling back and driving in again with deep steady strokes, each one pulling a choking moan from her lips.

He continued like this for a while and within a few minutes, his breath hitched, muscles tensing as waves of release overtook him, the moment crashing over them both in a shared intensity. He released his sperm in her mouth and pulled out, she chuckled, carrying the creamy substance on her tongue and looking directly into his eyes.

He scoffed.

“You naughty girl!” He said as he drove his dick into her mouth again, and she simmered the sperm all over it, then sucked him whole again, laughing as she did.

“You really naughty, huh,” he whispered.

Outside, the evening air was already giving way to the night's cold. Darkness was slowly overcoming the light, increasing the intensity of the sex.

Grant didn't stop, he continued gliding in and out of her mouth with slow intensity, then he began using his right hand to pull off her dress, revealing the soft swell of her bare breasts. He gently cupped the melons in his hand and nodded, the way he liked ‘em— not too big, not too small. Just normal.

Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and began rubbing his cock on her breasts. She laughed and held her breasts closer to accommodate his thick length, enjoying every bit of the shiver he sent down her spines.

A few minutes after that, he stopped and walked back to the couch he earlier vacated and she got up, slowly walked up to him, pulling down her panties as she did, and when she was done, she flung it away, laughing. He watched her and smiled.

“Come to daddy, sit on me you naughty little thing,” he whispered and quick, she straddled him slowly, knees sinking into the couch as she swung a leg over his hips, her hands around his neck. Her gaze locked with his, steady and charged, as she guided herself down onto his ever standing cock, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. A soft moan slipped from her lips, her fingers digging into his nape as she began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, savoring every sensation.

“Damn! You so hot!” He said in a low purr, spanking her ass, making it wriggle vigorously.

“Mm mm,” she licked her lips, smiling, riding him into ecstacy.

She rolled her hips in slow circles, then back and front, and in slow circles again. He moaned, they both moaned. With the speed of light, he brought his head down to her firm breasts and immediately began sucking and licking the nipples, making her squirm and scream.

Still sucking her nipples, he placed his large palms on her protruded bum, and began controlling her in and out movement, savoring every sensation. It was ecstacy, it was lit, it was hot. He felt his dick on fire and she felt her juicy pussy on heat.

They continued like that for long, and then he took charge, he became the one doing the riding, he began thrusting in and out of her, first with that slow deliberate strides and then he quickened his pace, until it became faster and rougher.

She screamed, feeling as though her insides were going to tear out, he was thrusting in roughly, faster and wild. Quick, she held onto him, tightening her grips on his shoulders as he moved in and out. Soon, he pulled out, turned her over to penetrate through the back, and the minute he slid it in without warning, she screamed out, her eyes widened.

“Oh myyyyyyyyyyyy!” She screamed.

“Yeah, you love it, right baby?” He asked in a whisper, roughly cupping her left breast with his left hand, and squeezing it so hard.

“Say fuck me, daddy,” he said.

“Ahh! Fuck me, daddy,” she replied.

“Yeah. Yeah. Say it again, baby,” he said now thrusting in more faster and more wilder, with all the strength he could muster.

“Fuck me, daddy,” she said in-between moans, tightening her grips on the couch as she moved in the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Yes!” He exclaimed and spanked her ass, it shook vigorously.

And finally, he pulled out, then roughly turned her over again, shoved his cock into her mouth as his breathing hitched.

“Urghhhhhhh!” He exclaimed as he poured everything out into her mouth, then he pulled out.

“Mm,” she laughed as she swallowed every of his cum, laughing.

“That was great,” he said walking over to the kitchen.