Her Neighbour

Somehow Ehi had begun to hate her husband. Every single thing about him grated on her nerves: the way he smelled, the way he looked, the way he smiled like a fool whenever he drank beer. Even the word "babe" slipping out of his mouth made her stomach churn, and his incessant snoring at night was enough to make her want to smother him with a pillow. After five years of marriage, he had become a walking irritation, a lifeless shell that reminded her of someone plucked from The Walking Dead.

There were times when he would go to work, and she could indulge in a petty revenge that brought her twisted satisfaction. She would take his toothbrush, dip it into the toilet, and scrub along every edge, inside and out. She would let it linger there before rinsing it just enough, her lips curling into a vengeful smirk. Later, she’d hand it to him with a saccharine, “Don’t forget to brush, hon,” and wait for his oblivious “Okay” to echo back. It was wrong, she knew it was, but he brought out the worst in her.

The inevitable question echoed in her mind: why had she married him? The answer was always the same. She had been 18, young, foolish, and pregnant. What she’d mistaken for love was nothing more than an illusion. By the time she miscarried, the damage was done. For years, she clung to the idea that love could fix everything, but reality had shattered that fantasy. She was stuck.

Then, Jacob Warner moved in next door. Jacob was everything her husband wasn’t. A redhead with a lean, toned body that seemed sculpted by the gods, he was newly divorced, childless, and had a habit of mowing his lawn shirtless every Friday afternoon. He had freckles that dusted his chest and arms, and the way his muscles flexed under the sun made her pulse quicken. To her, he looked like Michael Fassbender, a walking dream, and it was impossible not to want him. Fridays became her favorite. While her husband was off somewhere else, Jacob would push his lawnmower across his yard, sweat dripping down his glistening abs. She’d watch him from the slats of her blinds, her body igniting with a hunger she hadn’t felt in years.

Her thoughts became consumed by him, fantasies overtaking her nights as she lay restless in bed, her husband snoring beside her. She wanted to know everything about Jacob: the sound of his laugh, the way he smelled after a shower, the taste of his lips after a drink. She imagined his hands, rough but tender, running over her skin, tracing lines of fire wherever he touched. Her body ached for him. Her marriage was a desert. They hadn’t touched each other in months, and the nights she spent pleasuring herself were becoming a dull and frustrating routine. She craved the heat of someone else’s body, the intensity of being desired, of being taken without restraint. Jacob embodied everything she longed for.

The secluded neighborhood was tucked away between forests and mountains. It was the kind of place where you could lose yourself in the serenity of nature, far from judgmental eyes. The backyard stretched endlessly into dense woods, with no neighbors in sight, just trees that whispered secrets to the wind and the rugged peaks that stood as silent witnesses to everything. Her house sat adjacent to Jacob's, separated only by a sliver of green grass and a shared view of the wilderness. His home was simple yet striking, with wide glass windows that mirrored the twilight sky.

So one day, when the sky became cold and the wind pursued the rain, without thinking, she grabbed the first shirt she could find, threw it over her bare chest, and left the house barefoot. She crossed the yard silently, her feet pressing into the cool grass.

When she reached Jacob’s door, she hesitated for a moment. Her pulse hammered in her ears as she raised her hand to knock. Her knuckles hadn't met the door when it was swung open. There he was, standing in the doorway, his chest bare, his intense brown eyes locking onto hers.

In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside, his lips crashing against hers with a hunger that left her gasping. His kiss was rough, desperate, and everything she craved. She melted into him, her fingers finding their way to his shoulders as he pushed her back against the cool glass of the window. His hands roamed her body with a raw need, tugging at the oversized shirt she wore until it fell to the floor, leaving her bare before him. The cool air hardened her nipples, and the way his eyes darkened as they roamed her made her shiver with need.

“I need your legs around me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. She obeyed without hesitation, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place as he pressed her even harder against the glass. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her bare sex. She hadn’t worn any underwear.

Jacob wasn’t much of a talker, and she loved that about him. He didn’t waste time with words; his actions said more than enough. His lips left hers, trailing a path down her neck, sucking and nibbling as his hands shifted to hold her more securely. The marks he would leave would be there tomorrow, and she didn't mind. He pulled her away from the window, carrying her effortlessly to the couch. The soft cushions met her back as he hovered over her. His lips found hers again, a tangle of heat and desperation as his hands explored every inch of her skin. She felt like she was drowning in him, and she didn’t want to come up for air. Each kiss, each touch, sent her spiraling further into a world where nothing else mattered. The burn of desire consumed her, and she welcomed it, her body arching beneath his. She had never felt so alive, so wild, and she didn’t care about the consequences. All she wanted was Jacob.

Jacob’s voice dropped into the cold that held her, as he leaned in close. “Your hands.” Her heart raced at the authority in his tone. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure of his intentions, but the weight of his gaze left no room for doubt. Slowly, instinctively, she raised her trembling hands. A faint grin played on his full lips as he unbuckled his belt, the leather slipping free with a deliberate, calculated motion. His hands moved with practiced ease, binding her wrists together, the cool leather firm against her heated skin. Her body betrayed her, responding with a mixture of anticipation and surrender, her thoughts clouded with desire that overpowered reason.

“Sit up,” he ordered. She obeyed without question; it was as if her vagina spoke for her. She shifted. He stood back for a moment, studying her like an artist admiring a masterpiece. His eyes roamed her body, dark with hunger, devouring every inch of her. “Legs wide open,” he commanded, softer this time but no less authoritative. She parted her thighs slowly, the muscles in her legs straining as she exposed herself fully to him. The cool air brushed against her soaked core, making her shiver with a combination of vulnerability and need. The way he looked at her, intense, unrelenting, made her heart pound even harder, her body trembling under the weight of his gaze.

Kneeling before her, Jacob’s focus narrowed, his lips curling into a wicked smile as his eyes locked onto the place where her desire burned brightest. With a gentle but firm touch, his fingers spread her open, exposing every aching, sensitive inch. She held her breath, her entire body taut with need as he lingered, savoring the sight of her. With the first swipe of his tongue, she cried out. He latched onto her clit, sucking harder than she expected, the sensation so intense it left her gasping. His tongue flicked and swirled, teasing her swollen nub before sucking again, harder, deeper, drawing a guttural moan from her lips. Her body quaked beneath him, her breath coming in ragged bursts as his mouth worked her over with a ferocity that left her dizzy. He didn’t relent. His tongue traced slow, torturous circles, building her pleasure before pulling her even higher with each wicked suck. She thrashed beneath him, her back arching as the tension built in her core, pressing her center harder against his awaiting mouth. Her bound hands twisted helplessly as she gasped and moaned, the intensity of his touch leaving her completely undone. The sounds of his mouth on her were obscene, wet, and unashamed, each slurp and suck pulling her closer to the edge. She felt herself pulsing against his tongue, her arousal building with every flick, every press of his lips.

Jacob’s hands gripped her thighs tightly, holding her steady as he increased his pace, his tongue moving faster, his mouth sucking harder. Her cries filled the room, raw and unrestrained as her body quivered uncontrollably beneath him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jacob," she gasped, every nerve alight as he pushed her closer to the brink. "Yes, yes, yes! Oh God, yes! Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Jacob, fuckkkkkk!"

Her voice broke as the orgasm tore through her, her body bucking against him. She tried to close her legs against his face, the overwhelming sensations too much for her, but Jacob didn’t relent. His tongue continued its assault, flicking against her clit with a precision that sent her spiraling again. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, her body tensed, and he pushed her over the edge once more, his mouth working her through another blinding climax. Her cries turned into incoherent gasps as her legs trembled violently.

"Stop, oh God, stop, I can't," she whimpered, her body spent, but Jacob didn’t stop. His mouth was like magic, dragging her toward another peak until, just as she teetered on the edge, he pulled away abruptly. Her eyes flew open, frustration boiling over. "What? What’s going on? Why did you stop? I was just about to cum!" she snapped, her voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

"But you said stop." Jacob only laughed.

"I was just…" his lips glistening with her pleasure. Ignoring her, he leaned down and kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, letting her taste herself on him. The act was possessive, dominating.

Without a word, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms. His grip was firm, his hold possessive, as he carried her through the house. She had never been inside before, and as she caught glimpses of the sleek, modern design, she regretted not taking this step sooner. He laid her down on the bed, surrounded by glass walls that reflected their heated bodies in the dim light. His hands trailed down her skin, teasingly slow, igniting every nerve as his mouth claimed hers again. She moaned into the kiss, her body arching toward him, desperate for more. His fingers grazed her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples before sliding down her stomach and pausing just above her aching core. His voice was rough and withholding as he whispered, "I need you to ride me". Her body responded instantly, a rush of arousal surging through her. She pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him with only confidence fueled by her to be on top. Her dark thighs framed his hips as she straddled him, her eyes trailing over his sculpted body and the way his cock stood tall, thick, and proud. "Impressive," she murmured with a closet smile, her voice dripping with need. Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her.

"Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp smack to her ass, the sting making her gasp. It spurred her on, a fresh wave of heat coursing through her as she began to move. She started slowly, rolling her hips in sensual circles, teasing them both with exquisite friction. Her head fell back, her moans filling the room as she found her rhythm, each movement a mix of power and surrender. Jacob moaned beneath her as he guided her movements, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She rode him faster, her body moving with a cadence that drove them both closer to the edge. His gaze never left her, drinking in the way she arched her back and rolled her hips, taking him deeper with every motion. The memory of a friend’s playful suggestion, spelling out the word

‘color’ with her pussy, flashed through her mind, and she smirked. Putting it into practice now seemed to be working, judging by the way Jacob growled, his fingers teasing her nipples while delivering sharp smacks to her ass. Leaning back, she rested her hands on his thighs for balance, giving him an unobstructed view of her body. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, catching the dim light as Jacob’s eyes clouded over, his breath rugged and uneven.

"You look so fucking good like that," he growled, and she felt like she could cum. Her wetness coated him, dripping down her thighs as she rode him harder. She moaned loudly, the sensation of him stretching her, filling her, driving her wild. Every roll of her hips brought a fresh surge of pleasure, and she chased the release building inside her.

Without warning, Jacob sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. She gasped as his mouth found her neck, sucking and biting, his hips moving in sync with hers. His cock drove deeper, his thrusts harder, hitting the spot inside her that made her cry out. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he took control, his movements pumping straight through her. The tension inside her coiled tighter, her body trembling on the edge of release. But he wasn’t finished.

In a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. She barely had time to gasp before he lifted her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. His next thrust slammed into her, hard and deep. "Fuck!" she cried out, her head falling back as the new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Jacob’s pace was quick, his hands gripping her thighs as he pounded into her. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her breath hitching with every thrust.

The building pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of his cock driving into her again and again sending her hurtling toward another climax. "Please, Jacob," she begged. "I’m going to…." Her orgasm crashed over her, ripping through her with a force that left her breathless. His thrusts became more urgent, drawing out every aftershock until she was trembling, her body spent and pliant beneath him.

Flipping her onto her stomach, he lifted her hips, positioning her on all fours. The cool air kissed her heated skin, but all she could think about was the need to feel him again. He entered her with one swift motion, filling her. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he began to move, his swiftness low and intentional at first. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, the angle hitting her most sensitive spot with precision. Leaning over her, his chest pressed against her back as he growled in her ear, "You’re mine".

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she pushed back against him, urging him to go harder. Jacob obliged, his pace quickening, his thrusts harder and deeper, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Reaching around, he found her clit, his fingers moving in tight, fast circles that pushed her closer to the edge.

The combination of his cock pounding into her and his fingers working her clit was too much. She screamed his name as her orgasm hit, her body shaking violently beneath him. Jacob groaned deeply, his grip on her hips constricting as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself balls deep inside her as he came with a growl. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled sheets. The way he had taken her, claimed her, it was a feeling she would probably chase nonstop.