F^cked by my new neighbor II

Sophia’s fingers remained locked on the curtain. Her heart slamming hard against her ribs, the ache between her legs only grew sharper and intense.

A full minute passed, maybe more. Lucas never looked away. Finally he lowered his hand, turned, and swam toward the edge. He climbed out without reaching for a towel. Water dripped down his back, over the tight curve of his ass, down his legs, his huge cock fully erect. He stood under the outdoor light for three long seconds, still facing her window, before he picked up the towel, wrapped it low around his hips, and walked inside.

Only then did Sophia let the curtain fall.

She stumbled back to the bed and sat down hard. Her hands were shaking. The restless heat low in her belly refused to fade. Her pussy throbbing. She slipped her finger under the waistband of her short, she was already soaking wet. The first slow circle over her clit made her bite down on a moan. She closed her eyes pictured  herself walking downstairs, crossing the dark yard and let him slam in his huge dick into her fucking her senselessly. She came fast, but that wasn't enough, she wanted more, even though she hated the idea but she couldn't help it either.

Sophia squinted her eyes from the morning light shining through the window, she rushed into the bathroom to freshen up, after which she moved through the house in autopilot, unpacking the last of the kitchen boxes. When the shelf above the sink fell down, she muttered a curse under her breath and carried the broken piece outside to the trash.

Lucas was already by the fence, hose in his hand, watering the new grass. He looked up the second she stepped into view.

“Morning, Sophia.”

“Morning, Lucas.” Sophia greeted back waving her hands at him.

He set the hose down. “Everything okay?”

She held up the shelf. “Came off the wall.”

“I can fix that.” Lucas said.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.”But he was already hopping the fence. “Got a drill. Give me five minutes.” he said.

Ten minutes later he stood behind her in the kitchen, his chest pressed lightly on her back, his arms reaching around both sides of her body to hold the board steady against the wall.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice low near her ear.

The drill hummed. Heat rolled off him. Every small shift he made pushed the hard plane of his stomach tighter against her spine. Sophia kept her eyes on the wall and tried to breathe normally. But it wasn’t working. She could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing hard against her lower back, the warmth of his breath on the side of her neck.

“It's almost done.”

His forearm flexed near her cheek. If she turned her head even a fraction, her mouth would brush his jaw. She stayed perfectly still.

The drill stopped.

Lucas didn’t step back right away. His hands stayed on the wood a second longer than normal. She felt the slow rise and fall of his chest against her back.

Then he eased away.

“Solid.” He exhaled.

Sophia turned. He was already packing the drill. Morning light cut across his shoulders. The white T-shirt clung a little to his body from the heat.

“Thanks,” she said. Her voice came out thinner than she wanted.

“You're welcomed anytime.” He said with a smile his eyes locked on hers a beat too long. “You settling in okay?” He asked.

“Yeah of course.” Sophia chuckled.

“Good.”

He pulled out his phone. “Can I get your number? In case you need help again.”

She typed it in. Their fingers brushed when she handed the phone back.

He lifted the toolbox. The kitchen felt smaller. Sophia’s pulse still hadn’t slowed. She could still feel the place where his body had pressed against hers.

“See you around, Sophia.”

“Same here, Lucas.”

The door clicked shut. She stood in the middle of the kitchen until the sound of his footsteps faded across the grass.

The rest of the day dragged.

She finished setting up the last boxes. Wiped the already clean counters. Every time she passed the fixed shelf her stomach tightened. The memory of his bulge pressing against her lower back, his voice whispering low close to her ear, refused to leave her mind.

By evening Sophia told herself would close the window early. 

At eleven-thirty she turned off every light upstairs and sat on the edge of her bed in the dark.

Midnight finally came.

Lucas walked out already stripped. He didn’t look around. He dove straight into the pool. The blue lights painted every hard line of him as he swam longer than the night before. Slow, powerful strokes from one end to the other.

Sophia watched from the shadows, her heart racing fast.

When he finally climbed out he didn’t immediately reach for a towel. He stood under the outdoor light, water running down his chest, over the tight stomach, lower to his rock hard cock. He looked up at her window the same way he had the night before, letting her look. He stroke his thick cock slowly at first, then faster until his came in thick ropes of cum over his fist, dripping down the floor.

Sophia's thighs pressed together, her pussy aching with pure need, she stared at him shamelessly until he finally picked up his towel, wrapping it around his hip, walking inside.

The ringing of Sophia's phone snapped her out of her thoughts.

Ryan’s name lit the screen. Her ex.

She almost let it go to voicemail. But decided to pick up.

“What do you want?” She snapped.

“Finally.” His voice was tight. “I’ve been calling for days now but you haven't been picking.”

“I know.” she answered, rolling her eyes.

“You just left, Soph. No real talk.”

“We talked enough.” Sophia almost yelled.

“Did we? Because it still feels like you ran.”

Anger flared hot under her skin. “I didn’t run. I left.”

“You packed while I was at work.” Ryan cooed.

“You knew I'd eventually leave didn't you?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually go.”

Sophia gave a short, sharp laugh. “That’s the problem, Ryan. You never thought I’d actually do anything.”

Silence stretched. When he spoke again his voice had softened in the old way that used to work on her.

“Come home. We can figure it out.”

“No.”

“Sophia—”

“I said no.” 

She ended the call before he could answer, her hands shook. The old hurt sat heavy in her chest, tangled with the restless heat that hadn’t left since Lucas fixed the shelf.

She tossed the phone on the bed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

She was still angry when she finally lay down. Still aching between her legs. The two feelings twisted together until she couldn’t separate them.

Sometime after midnight her phone lit up again.

Unknown number.

Sophia stared at the screen, her thumb hovered. Then she opened it.

Couldn’t sleep either, the pool's still warm if you want to cool off.

The words sat there, simple and direct.

She read them twice, her heart slamming so hard she felt dizzy. He had her number, she had totally forgotten she'd given him her number when he came around earlier on.

Sophia sat up slowly, the thin nightgown stuck to her skin. She walked to the window on shaky legs and pulled the curtain back one inch.

The pool lights were still on. Empty. But the sliding door to Lucas’s house was open, and a single light glowed somewhere inside.

She looked down at the phone in her hand. The message still staring at her.

She could have ignored it, probably turn the phone face-down, go back to bed, and pretend like nothing ever happened. But 

Instead she stood at the window in her thin nightgown,  clutching her phone tight, her heart racing, while trying to decide if she was brave enough to go downstairs.