sucking my neighbor's dick

We stood dangerously close, our breaths mingled together. I could see his chest heave up and down with the heaviness of his breathing.

"I've been thinking about you all day" He said, his eyes carrying a vulnerability that wasn't present in the elevator. It was like he was making a confession.

And I felt the same way too. "Me too"

His hand found my waist. Tentatively slow.

Like I might turn into dust if he touched.

Not rough.

Not rushed.

Just inevitable.

“You feel exactly how I pictured,” he murmured.

My fingers curled into his shirt.

"How did you picture me?"

He smiled. “irresistible ”

His lips hovered barely an inch away from mine, silently asking for permission. Permission I granted by closing the space, placing a feather kiss on his lips.

His grip on my waist tightened as he took control of the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.

A collision of want and restraint snapping at once.

His hands slid up my sides, warm and grounding and sending shivers everywhere.

My breath broke against his lips.

Time blurred.

The kiss deepened, slower now, hungrier.

He rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. His hands had found its way to my butt and he massaged lightly. God!

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.

I didn’t. I couldn't.

Instead I pulled him closer.

That was all the answer he needed.

We stumbled toward the couch, laughter slipping between kisses, tension finally unraveling.

Hands explored.

Breaths tangled.

I could hear the frantic beating of his heart as he sat on the couch and pulled me to straddle him.

I could feel the bulge in his pants, and I grinder my hips against him.

"Taylor" he groaned.

His voice murmured my name like a promise.

"Yes Trevor" I acted like I never did that, my fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest. I traced what seemed to be a Korean writing across his left breast. "What does this say?"

"Everyone matters" he said absentmindedly. He seemed more interested in kissing a trail down my neck.

"That's so sweet" I managed to say. His kisses became sloppier, his tongue tasting my sensitive flesh.

"Mhmm" he murmured into my neck.

I couldn't hold the satisfied moan that escaped me as his tongue tickled the my collarbone.

"You like that?" I heard Trevor ask.

I nodded in response.

I could feel his smile on my neck. He was teasing me.

I brought his face back to mine and held it in place.

I placed light kisses on his lips before trailing my kisses to his ear.

The little shiver from him was a sign that I had found a gold mine.

I kissed his ear, lightly biting his earlobe.

"God! Taylor" his grip on my hips tightened.

I stuck my tongue into his ear and he jerked his hips into me in response.

"You like that?" I moaned into his ear. I rocked against him chasing the friction of his hardness.

"If you do that again, I won't be able to control myself Taylor"

"Are you threatening me with a good time Trevor?" I twirled my tongue in his ear again, liking the jerky hip response it elicited.

"Fuck, you're a devil" he groaned, trying to distance his ear from my assaulting tongue. "I want to be inside you so bad Taylor, fuck, my dick's gonna explode in your pretty pussy."

"Can I see?" I teased. But I really wanted to see his dick.

"Fuck yeah"

I readjusted my straddling position so that he could bring his dick out. It was huge and veiny, the light dusting of pubic hair made it look fiercer.

Precum leaked at the top and the urge to lick it was maddening.

"Stroke yourself for me Trevor, I want to see"

His answering groan was enough agreement for me. He was feeling this tension too.

His hands reached for his dick while his eyes stayed on me.

I could see the list in his eyes as he stroked himself for the first time.

My eyes trailed to what his hand was doing and I knew I had a kink already. I love watching guys touch themselves, stroke themselves, fuck themselves.

"Oh fuck Taylor, I'm fucking hard for you" he moaned. It was like he was in his own bubble.

My eyes glued to the rhythmic pumping and I grew wetter each second.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him, my fingers plucking at my hard nipples through my shirt.

"Eating your juicy pussy" he breathe "being inside you, fuck! I want to be inside you"

He brought his lips to mine, moaning inside my mouth. His other hand replaced mine, pinching and teasing my nipples.

"Oh my god!" I moaned. He was driving me crazy with want. I stuck my tongue into his ear again, enjoying how it made him crumble.

"Oh God!" I could feel the vibrations from his body, the sound of his cussing filled the room.

"Fuck, you're killing me with that, God, I'm gonna come for you babygirl"

"Come for me" was all I could ask for. I was entranced by how fast and rough he was pumping his dick and how veiny it looked by the second, like he was literally about to fucking explode.

He threw his head over the couch, his hips jerking as he fucked himself.

"Are you going to come for me Big Guy?" I teased.

"Yes, fuck yes, babygirl" he groaned almost inaudibly.

I watched in awe as he exploded, his come spilling out like thick champagne.

It splattered on and around his belly.

His hand continued pumping, riding out his orgasm.

"You made a mess Big Guy" I queried teasingly.

"Wanna help me clean it up?" He cocked his eyebrow in a challenging way. I was always up for a challenge.

I slid down his thighs and knelt Infront of him.

I tried to put my hair in a bun but he didn't let me.

"Let me help you with that" Trevor said. I thought he'd take the hair tie from me but he just twisted my hair in his fist.

"That's better" he tugged at my hair. The little pain gave me an odd sense of pleasure. I was at his mercy.

I licked his come from his stomach, purposely ignoring his glistening dick. I could feel his abs stiffen at the contact.

I moaned as I continued to lick, enjoying the taste of him.

I took his dick in my hand, he was already getting hard again. I slowly licked the sides clean, my eyes locked on his.

I could see the agony and pleasure on his face.

My mouth finally circled on the tip of his dick, sucking deeply on the tip.

His head fell back again as his grip on my hair tightened.

I used my tongue to tease the opening of his dick.

"Taylor" he whispered, his voice laced in agony.

I took his dick fully, his length easily reached my throat.

Thank God I had a good gag reflex.

I liked how he felt in my throat, like he owned it, like he owned me.

How did we even get here? A couple days ago, we hadn't had a proper conversation, now I was sucking his dick in my living room.

But I wouldn't have it any other way. Now where was I? Yeah, sucking my neighbors dick.