The Cock Next Door(4)

‎His apartment looked like mine but was a little different. He had bookshelves lining one wall. He certainly wasn't lying about loving books.

‎‎The apartment smelt exactly like him.

‎"You can sit down." He nodded toward the couch. "You want tea?"

"You don't have to–"

‎‎"Tea or coffee?" He asked again, interrupting me.

‎"Tea. Thank you.” ‎ I sat and looked around while he moved around in the kitchen, then my eyes caught something odd.

‎‎There was a long, dark rope placed on the edge of the bookshelf. I stared at it in awe. What was it for?

‎Nick came back with two mugs and sat in the chair across from me.

‎‎"Better?" he asked.

‎"Yes." I wrapped both hands around the mug. "I'm sorry again."

‎‎"Stop apologizing." He looked at me. "You can take the guest room. It's yours as long as you need it." He leaned back and just stared at me. There's an awkward silence, making me fidget in the chair.

‎‎"So how long have you lived here?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

‎‎"Three years." He responded.

‎‎"And you like it?"

‎‎"It's quiet. I like it here." He said. I studied the tattoos on his arms. They were beautiful. I didn't fail to notice his washboard abs. My gaze went lower, and I gulped at the bulge in his pants. He was definitely big.

‎‎“How's the tea?” He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

‎‎"It's delicious." I looked at the bookshelves again. "You have a lot of books."

‎"Would you like to take a look?” He stands up and I do the same, admiring his back tattoos.

‎‎I followed him to the shelf and he ran a finger along some of the books, explaining one of them. I was listening but, I was also standing close enough to smell him, and it was very distracting.

‎Then my eyes landed on the thick rope on the shelf again, my curiosity getting the better of me.

‎"What's that?" I asked.

‎“A rope." He simply responded. Well no shit Sherlock.

‎I took the rope and examined it. It was long and really thick. Thick enough to completely bind a person.

‎I felt him behind me and I found the feeling of his warm body against mine enticing. I could smell the faint smell of soap on his skin.

‎“What’s it for?" I decided to ask, my voice dropping.

‎"You're a writer. Use your imagination." I felt his large, tatted hands slide onto my hips, his fingers caressing my bare skin under my tank top.

‎“Show me,” I finally said.

‎He chuckled, taking the rope directly from my hands.

‎"Turn around." His voice was deep, rough, and completely authoritarian.

‎I turned around to face him and he cupped my chin, making me look straight into his eyes.

‎Goddamn, he was beautiful.

‎"You trust me?" He pressed my lower lips with his thumb, and parted them slightly.

‎I nodded and by this time I was so fucking wet. I needed this. "Yeah.”

‎He led me to the bookshelf and wrapped the rope around my wrist tightly but not too tight. He took my other wrist and pulled both of my arms behind my back, securing them. I involuntarily pushed my chest forward. My nipples hardened instantly and the visible peaks made his gaze drop and linger.

‎I had never really been the kinky kind. All my previous lovers had been boring, but deep down, I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted this excitement. I wanted this man before me to do completely as he pleased with my body.

‎"Nick..." I whispered, my heart pounding. The look on his face was filled with pure, feral lust and I felt a flutter in my stomach.

‎"Shh." He said as he reached down and removed my shirt, leaving me in my bra and panties. He unhooked it like a pro, letting my breasts spill free.

‎I had perky breasts, and I pushed my chest forward. I wanted his mouth on my nipples so badly. The fire down there desperately needed to be quenched.

‎His mouth went down on one breast and he wrapped his lips around my nipple, and sucked hard on it, grazing it with his teeth a little and I gasped at the sensation.

‎“More,” I begged, my hips twitching. I wanted him to go harder. He chuckled at my desperation.

‎“Be patient. We're just getting started. I just know your panties are soaked now. I can smell your arousal.” He said.

‎I tugged at the ropes behind my back, but they were tight. My juices trickled down my thighs as he moved to the other breast, licking and biting. His large hands moved down to my waist and pulled my underwear down roughly.

‎I was now completely naked, my wrists still bound behind my back. I watched with wide eyes while he stripped off his own clothes, revealing a toned chest and bulging muscles.

‎"Fuck," he muttered as he unbuckled his belt, throwing his pants and boxers down and freed his cock. "On your knees."

‎My eyes widened at his enormous erection. “It's so big,” I whisper. I’d never seen a man's cock of this size before. It was thick and swelling. I could see the pre-cum on the head and my mouth watered at the sight.

‎Without hesitating, I went down on my knees.

‎He chuckled, his eyes darkening. “I'll wreck you tonight. Open.” He commanded.

‎I parted my lips eagerly, completely submissive to him. He pushed in slowly at first, and his thick shaft hit the back of my throat, making me gag but he didn't stop as he gripped my hair with his free hand to hold me steady.

‎He fucked my mouth relentlessly, forcing me to take every single inch of his length. Saliva dripped down my chin and my eyes watered, but the ache in my pussy only grew hotter with each thrust.

‎I wanted that cock in my pussy.

‎"That's it, swallow my cock," he growled, the rough sound of his voice making me even wetter. He was hot against my tongue and I moaned around his shaft, loving the absolute fullness of him.

‎It lit my nerves on fire.

‎He fucked my face steady, his balls slapping against my chin with wet smacks, drool stringing from my lips to his sack. "That's it, choke on my cock. Good girl."

‎He let out a guttural groan and my clit throbbed because it felt so completely neglected. It dripped onto the rug now, my inner thighs slick with my cum. He used my mouth hard, pulling out only to slap his wet cock across my cheeks, smearing my own spit and pre-cum, before putting it back in.

‎“Enough," He yanked free and hauled me up.

‎He untied the rope then moved me to the couch and bent me over the arm of the couch, my cheek pressing into the cool leather. My ass and the glistening lips of my pussy were exposed and I could feel his gaze on me.

‎“You have the prettiest ass ever,” He said as he ran his large hands over my ass. I grinned. I'd never been told that before.

‎Suddenly, he slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped in pain.

‎"Spread your legs," he growled. I could feel his cock nudging my asshole. My pain instantly turned into pleasure as I awaited it.