“Nope. Just at your selective hearing.”
I stand and bring him up with me. “How about we take this party upstairs?”
“Did you say you have condoms upstairs?”
I laugh. “I’m starting to like this selective hearing of yours.”
Fletcher follows me to my room. I go to the bathroom to grab a couple of condoms and lube, which doesn’t take long, but clearly long enough that Fletcher is already fully naked and lying on my bed.
“You look good there,” I say.
“Join me, and you’ll find out how good I feel too.” He gives his erection a long and slow stroke. I see a little bead of precum on the tip of his cock.
Not wanting to waste it, I take the remaining steps to the bed. Fletcher opens his legs to give me room and access to his pretty hole.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he cries out when I suck the head of his cock, giving him no time to take a breath before I take in his length until it’s touching the back of my throat.
I close my eyes and focus on him, running my hands over his chest until I find his nipples. My dick is so hard, and I’m cursing myself for not taking my clothes off first.
Serves me right for being so greedy.
Fletcher leans on his forearms. The way he looks at me makes me feel hot all over, so I undo the button and zipper on my pants with one hand and take my cock out.
I moan from the relief of having some kind of friction on my dick.
His smile threatens to make me come undone, so I wink and keep sucking him until he’s cursing again.
The doorbell rings, and I jump.
“You look like you’ve been caught with your cock in your hands,” he jokes.
I push him down on the bed. “I fucking have. Stay here.” I give him a kiss for good measure, stuff my cock back into my pants, and head downstairs.
My next-door neighbor adores Megan, so it’s not unusual for her to drop by with cake or a toy she knitted.
Thankfully, thinking about my neighbor helps with my erection, so by the time I get to the door, I’m not risking giving her a show.
“Hey, Mrs…Stella?”
“Can I come in?” she asks.
“Is everything okay with Megan?”
I step aside to let her in.
“Yeah, she’s at a playdate.” She goes straight to the living room, walking right past Fletcher’s discarded shoes.
“What are you doing here, Stel?”
She steels herself by placing her hands on her hips. “When were you going to tell me?”
“I didn’t realize we had that kind of relationship,” I say, feeling a little defensive. “Not to mention nothing official happened until this afternoon.”
“You mean it’s a done deal?” Her voice keeps going higher, and I hope Fletcher is still on my bed with the bedroom door closed.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, it’s a done deal. I’m happy, Stel.” I realize as I say it that it’s true. For the longest time, my focus was anywhere else but on me. That is until the intriguing man currently upstairs—and hopefully still naked on my bed—bought me at an auction.
“Oh my god.” She starts crying. “I can’t believe you’d do this to Megan.”
