I barely recognize myself as I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom, freshly showered, teeth brushed, dressed in gray sweats and a white T-shirt. My heart is thrumming against my sternum as I run a hand through my hair and then reach for my deodorant.
I’m about to sneak out—of my own damn house—to go next door and fuck my neighbor. I didn’t even do stuff like this when I was a teenager. Who the fuck even am I right now?
And more importantly, what the hell is this woman doing to me?
Vienna.
As soon as I kissed her the other night, I knew there was no turning back. My body took the reins, and now, I feel like an addict chasing his next hit.
I can barely go five minutes without her crossing my mind, and talking with her tonight only fed this new addiction of mine. I haveto taste her again, but I also have so many other ideas of ways to show her how crazy she makes me that I’m afraid the list will have no end.
But am I ready for more than whatever we’re doing right now?
I wish I could land on the answer to that question. Instead, I’m letting my body fuel my decisions.
Satisfied with how I look and how much time has passed since Ellis and Joanne both went to sleep, I carefully open my bedroom door and softly step down the hallway, leaving my house as quietly as I possibly can.
I dart my gaze from side to side as I cross my yard, as if someone might be watching me and alert the entire neighborhood.
When I reach Vienna’s house and knock on the door, she answers it in nothing but a towel. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” she says, holding the door open, then closing and locking it behind me.
“I was waiting to make sure that Ellis and Joanne were asleep.” My eyes dip down her body and then back up. “Were you about to get in the shower?”
“I was.”
Even though I just took one myself, an idea comes to mind. Reaching behind me, I rip off my shirt and toss it to the side. “Well, how about I join you?”
She licks her lips and drops her towel, baring herself to me—her gorgeous breasts, her hips I can’t wait to grab onto again, and that pussy that is making my mouth water at the thought of tasting it again. “As long as you dirty me up before you wash me clean.”
I crash my mouth over hers, pulling her into my body and walking her backwards down the hall as our lips and tongues tangle. Reaching between us, I find her slit and stroke my finger through it, finding her ready for me. “You’re already soaked.”
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Fuck. Knowing you were thinking about me is making my cock even harder.”
When we enter her room, I take her by the hand and lead her into the bathroom, turning the shower on to warm up the water, then lift her by her hips and set her on the counter. “Spread those legs for me, sweetheart.”
Vienna tracks my movements as I kick off my shoes and shove my sweats and briefs down my legs, pushing them to the side before dropping to my knees right in front of her. I drag my finger through her slit again, rubbing my thumb over her clit and lean forward, sucking it between my lips.
Her moan makes my dick twitch. “Rhonan…”
“Say my name again, Vienna.”
She buries her hand in my hair. “Don’t stop, Rhonan.”
Time feels like it stands still as nothing but the sound of Vienna’s moans and the water running fills my ears.
God, I was a fucking fool to think I could stay away from this woman. One time with her would never have been enough for me.
And since I haven’t felt that way with anyone else since Sarah, I think it’s time I start listening to my gut.
I slide two fingers inside of her, stroking her softly as my tongue flicks her clit, building her up slowly, teasing her as the sting of her pulling on my hair grows.
She looks down at me between her legs, mouth parted and breath ragged, and when our eyes lock, I feel her clench around me.
“Rhonan…fuck, I’m coming!”
Her screams drown out everything else, echoing off the walls, but I know without a doubt, I need to hear her scream for me like that again.
