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The problem with having casual sex with your neighbour was that they were your neighbour.

Whenever I was home, all I could think about was the fact that if I walked a handful of steps next door, I could be having sex in minutes.

And for some reason, I wanted to have sex with Dan Ewen a lot.

All the time.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

When he got home late from work on Tuesday, we ended up sucking each other off in my living room, with Dan’s head in my hands as I buried my cock repeatedly down his throat while his headless body stood over me on the couch and fucked my mouth. Carefully, never thrusting too hard, seeing as I was still a novice, but I was already getting better at taking him deeper.

I may have practised again before work. On a zucchini this time.

We didn’t make plans for Wednesday, and when I got home that evening after work, I found myself tense and edgy and irritable for no reason. So when I heard a knock on my door as I was running on the treadmill, trying to burn off some of my restless energy, I practically sprinted to answer.

We didn’t even make it out of the front hall this time. Because I self-consciously protested about being all sweaty from my run, Dan ended up pinning me face-first against the wall and crowding me from behind as he shoved his hand down my pants and jerked me off.

The stuff he murmured in my ear while he did it—about wanting my cock in his mouth again, how he’d made himself come that morning thinking about me sucking him off, whether I might want to sit on his face and let him rim me—had me moaning deliriously and panting as I flattened my hands against the wall, flushed cheek pressed to it.

I’d never been rimmed before, and I hadn’t given it all that much thought. In fact, I hadn’t spent much time considering whether I wanted something on or in my asshole. It sounded kind of daunting. But then I realised, as he stroked my cock, that my ass was pushing back into the hard dick rubbing against it, and my belly flipped with nervous excitement.

I wanted to try it. His tongue, his fingers. His dick. All of it.

I was never one for doing something half-assed, for lack of a better term. If I went in on something, I was all in. And I was under no illusion that just because I’d only recently realised I was into guys and had never been on the receiving end of penetrative sex, it meant I’d automatically be the top if we ever actually fucked.

Dan didn’t give off the energy of a bottom. I’d listened to Nev talk about that stuff enough times, and point out guys he’d previously hooked up with or spoken to, and perhaps overshare when telling me about his own sex life, to start developing a little sense of it myself.

Plus, I mean… I was definitely, one hundred per cent bisexual and had just taken a while to realise it, but staring at guys and wondering whether they liked to fuck or be fucked should probably have given me a bit of a clue.

Yeah, I was getting the sense that Dan was absolutely a top.

And it just excited me even more.

I was pretty sure I wanted him to fuck me.

The thought made me shudder with pleasure as my cock throbbed in his hand. A second later, I was gasping and shaking as I came in my boxer briefs, trying to stay upright against the wall when my knees threatened to buckle. Dan groaned and nuzzled my neck from behind, still touching me, squeezing my pulsing shaft until I flinched.

The moment I spun around, I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his fly. Dan groaned and leaned his hand on the wall as I pulled his cock out and sucked it into my mouth. He lowered his other hand to thread his fingers through my sweat-damp hair, gently guiding me as I bobbed my head feverishly and moaned around him.

I loved it. I was already addicted to this. I wanted to suck his dick all the time.

I was definitely improving, because it wasn’t long at all before Dan was thrusting erratically into my mouth and groaning through clenched teeth. His fingers tightened in my hair as he came, shooting into my mouth. I moaned gutturally and let his cum sit on my tongue while I sucked on the tip, hoping for more, until the tension left his body. Then I swallowed and swirled my tongue around him again, before sliding my mouth down his cock for one last lingering suck.

Dan flinched with a hiss, then chuckled breathlessly as he stroked the back of my head.

“Damn, kitten,” he panted. “You keep doing that and I’ll get hard again.”

That sounded fine to me. Great, actually. I dragged my mouth back up and lapped at the tip, making sure my tongue piercings bumped over the sensitive vee on his cockhead.

“Fuck,” Dan huffed out, voice unsteady now and all traces of amusement gone. “Jesus, Rafe.”

When he flinched again from overstimulation, sucking in a sharp breath, I reluctantly pulled back. As I rose unsteadily to my feet, my head swam and a huge grin stretched my mouth. I was probably a little light-headed from running full pelt on the treadmill for half an hour, then immediately getting jerked off and going to town on Dan’s dick. Worth it, though.

I was still grinning when he plastered me to his chest and crushed his mouth to mine. He seemed to really like kissing me, because he did it as often as possible while we were fooling around.

“I owe you a blowjob now,” he murmured with a wicked grin when he finally broke the kiss.

I huffed in amusement. “You jerked me off.”