تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER FIFTY: NEIGHBORS NO MOREThe weekend stretched out slow and hot. Lila barely went back to her own place. She woke up in Marcus’s bed both mornings, his arm heavy across her waist, his cock already hard against her thigh. They had sex before coffee, after breakfast, and once in the middle of the afternoon when the sun came through the curtains and painted stripes across their naked bodies.Saturday night they ordered takeout and ate it in bed, still bare, trading bites of food and lazy kisses. Marcus kept touching her, his hand on her breast, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her inner thighlike he couldn’t stop. Lila felt the same. Every time she looked at him she remembered the wall, the shed, the way he had filled her and claimed her.Sunday morning the light was soft and gold. Lila woke first. She watched Marcus sleep for a minute, the peaceful look on his face, the steady rise and fall of his chest. Then she slid down the bed, under the sheet, and took his soft cock int
CHAPTER FORTY- NINE: RISKY HEATThe morning after their first full night together, Lila woke up in Marcus’s bed. Sunlight came through the half-open curtains. His arm was heavy across her waist. Their naked bodies were still pressed close. She could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back.She shifted a little. His cock, soft at first, started to harden against her ass. Marcus made a low sound and pulled her tighter.“Morning,” he murmured into her hair.“Morning.”He kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder. His hand slid up and cupped her breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it peaked. Lila arched into his touch. She was already wet again.Marcus rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs. He kissed her slow and deep while he reached for another condom. When he pushed inside her it was easy this time. She was still soft and open from the night before. He fucked her slow and deep, eyes locked on hers, until they both came quietly in the morning light.A
CHAPTER FORTY- EIGHT: FULL SURRENDERLila barely slept. Her body stayed restless all night. Every time she closed her eyes she felt Marcus’s tongue between her legs and the heavy weight of his cock in her mouth. She woke up already wet.She spent the day trying to work, but her mind kept drifting. At six she showered slowly, washing every part of herself. At seven she walked next door and knocked once.Marcus opened the door right away. He wore a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans. His eyes moved over her body slowly, then settled on her face.“You came empty-handed,” he said, voice low.“Just like you asked.”He stepped aside. The moment the door closed he pulled her against him and kissed her hard. No slow start. His tongue slid into her mouth while his hands gripped her ass under the dress. He felt that she was bare and groaned.“Fuck. Nothing underneath.”“I wanted you to know,” she whispered.Marcus lifted her up. Lila wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her straight
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: THE FIRST TASTEThe power came back on just after midnight. Lila stayed awake for a long time, her body still buzzing from Marcus’s hands and mouth. She kept replaying the way he had sucked her nipples and slid his fingers inside her. The way he had stopped right when she was about to break. She hated how much she liked that he made her wait.The next morning she woke up early. Around noon a soft knock came through the wall. Then another. Lila knocked back. A few minutes later her phone buzzed with a text from the number Marcus had given her days ago.Dinner at my place tonight. 7. Bring nothing but yourself.She smiled and typed back.I’ll be there.The hours dragged. Lila tried to work but kept checking the clock. Every time she thought about his mouth on her, she got wet again. By six-thirty she was ready. She fixed her hair, put on a little lip gloss, and walked next door.Marcus opened the door before she could knock. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves r
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: MIDNIGHT KNOCKLila stayed against the wall long after Marcus left. Her legs felt weak. Her dress was still pushed up a little. Between her thighs she was soaked, sticky, and throbbing. She could still feel the exact place where his thumb had pressed her nipple. The heat of his palm on her ass. The thick, hard shape of his cock against her belly.She slid down the wall until she sat on the floor. Her hand went straight between her legs again. She rubbed fast and messy, chasing the orgasm that had been building since he first knocked on her door. When she came, it was sharp and shaky. She moaned his name out loud this time. She didn’t care if he heard through the thin wall.After that she cleaned up, changed into a soft tank top and panties, and tried to sleep. Her body stayed restless. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Marcus standing over her, sweaty, hard, looking at her like he wanted to eat her alive.The next day was quiet. Too quiet. Lila worked at her de
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE : THE ACCIDENTAL VIEWThe next few days passed slowly. Lila and Marcus kept playing their little game through the thin walls. Soft knocks. Late-night sounds. Quick talks on the porch where their eyes said more than their words. Every time Lila saw him, her body got wet and ready. She wore shorter dresses. Skimpier tops. Anything to make him look.One evening, she came home from running errands. The sun was just going down, painting everything in soft orange light. She kicked off her shoes and went straight to her bedroom to change. As she passed the window that faced Marcus’s living room, she froze.His curtain was partly open. Not all the way, but enough. Marcus was working out. No shirt. Just black gym shorts that hugged his strong thighs. He was doing push-ups on the floor. His back muscles flexed. Sweat ran down his skin. Every push made his arms and shoulders bulge.Lila’s mouth went dry. She stepped closer to her window, staying in the shadows so he wouldn’t s
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