Big Man Next Door Page 3

  My brother comes up beside me and keeps his eyes on the guy in front of me. “What the hell is going on? You need help here?” he asks.

  The guy looks between us, sizing us up. The girl from next door moves to hide behind me. Reaching back, I tuck her in closer. She softly touches my back, and my body ignites instantly.

  She's so close, her tits graze my back as she's breathing. Each inhale drives hard nipples against my back, causing my cock to jerk.

  I know people are looking at us, it's too quiet, even the music has stopped. The guy sucks in a slow breath and holds out his hands.

  “All right, I don't want any trouble. Let's all relax here.” He looks out at the crowd and starts to head for the bar. Throwing his arm up, he draws a circle in the air above his head. “The next round is on me!” he yells, causing the room to erupt in cheer.

  Turning my attention to my sexy neighbor, I ask, “Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you.” She won't look me directly in the eyes, and instead runs her hand through her hair. “I really appreciate it.”

  “That guy was an ass, huh?” my brother asks as he steps to my side. “You're sure you're okay?”

  “Yeah, all good. Thanks again.” She looks up at me, darting her eyes around my face. “Didn't expect to see you here.” She smiles, and it's the sexiest fucking smile I've ever seen.

  “You two know each other?” Grey asks, pointing between us.

  “Yeah, she lives in my building,” I answer my brother, but I don't take my eyes off her. I couldn’t, even if I tried.

  “We didn't exactly start off on a good foot either.” She rests the bottom of her guitar on the top of her foot, and holds out her hand. “Maybe we can start again. Hi, I'm Heather,” she says.

  “Ian.” Looking over at my brother, I introduce him too. “And this is my brother, Grey.”

  “Ian, Grey, nice to meet you. So, can I buy you both a drink? I think you earned it.”

  “I won't say no to free beer,” Grey says, wrapping his hand over my shoulders and shaking me roughly. “And I know my brother feels the same. He never offers to pay for me.” Grey chuckles, giving me a hard slap in the center of my back.

  Heather giggles, looking down at her guitar. “Just let me go throw this in my car.”

  I watch her ass as she heads out the door, disappearing outside. Perfectly round, plump, plenty for me to grab.

  Grey leans over, bumping against my shoulder as he watches her too. “You didn't tell me you had a hot chick living in the building.”

  “What am I supposed to say?” Chuckling, I flick my eyes to his.

  “You say, Bro, a hot ass chick just moved in next door.” He punches me in the chest, then backs up against the bar.

  “Next time I'll be sure to keep you updated.” Taking the seat next to him, we both watch for Heather.

  She's coming through the door a few seconds later with a half-smile on her face. “Okay, now let me grab you guys those beers.” Holding up her hand for the bartender, we order and she pays. “I really want to say thank you again to you both. It was nice you did that,” she says, turning her attention to me. “Especially after how we started things.”

  “It's all forgotten. I'm sorry I was such a dick to you. I'm not much of a morning person.”

  “He's really not,” Grey chimes in. “Once when we were kids, I went to wake him up for school and he karate chopped me in the throat. I swear, it was a reflex in his sleep!”

  “Seriously?” she asks while laughing.

  Nodding, I grin. “I don't think it was a karate chop.”

  “Dude, you literally did, like you were a ninja splitting a wooden board.”

  Heather starts to laugh louder, her eyes tearing. “Wow, brotherly love. I only have a sister, and we’re more of the hair pulling siblings.”

  My brother taps me on the shoulder and leans into my ear. “I'm going to go work my magic. I'll catch up with you tomorrow.” He turns to Heather, and says, “It was nice to meet you. Thanks for the beer.”

  “Yes, nice to meet you too, and thanks for saving my ass.”

  My brother smiles and tilts his beer, then disappears into the crowd.

  “Your brother seems nice,” Heather says, spinning on her stool to face me. Picking at the label on her beer, she glances up at me. “You guys seem close.”

  “Yeah, I guess we are. We run a construction business together, so I can tell you he isn't always this nice.” Chuckling, I reach out and stroke a finger across her knuckles. “So, what about you? What brought you here?”

  Her eyes jump around the room. “This did. I'm a singer. . .” She pauses, dropping her head into her chest. “Well, I was trying to be a singer. Coming here really let me see reality.” Her voice lowers and she forces a smug grin.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, pushing my empty beer aside and ordering us each another one.

  She rolls her eyes up and arches her brows. “You're kidding me, right?” Laughing bitterly, she says, “You saw my performance, I don't belong here. I don't know what I was thinking. Why did I leave everything to try and become a singer in this city?”

  Reaching out, I grab her chin and lift her face. “You're right, I did see your performance, and honestly, you were incredible. I was blown away.” Running my thumb softly under her bottom lip, her eyes dart between mine.

  “Really?” she asks.

  “Yeah, really. Your voice is beautiful, and you can play the guitar while you sing. That's not easy, and you do it incredibly. You deserve to be on a stage.”

  Heather smiles shyly, looking away. “Thank you, but you don't have to lie. I bombed, and it's all right. I guess it should be expected.”

  “I don't think you bombed, but maybe next time, don't play this club. If I had known before tonight that you were planning on performing here, I would have told you to try the Rock House or the Tin Roof.”

  “I'm going to have remember that for the next time.”

  “So, there is going to be a next time? You're not giving up?”

  “I'd like there to be a next time.”

  Standing up, I take her hand and start to pull her into the crowd of dancers. “Nothing worthwhile comes easy.”

  “Where are we going?” she asks.

  “To dance. You do dance, right?” Holding her fingers, I spin her in a circle, and pull her into my chest.

  Her tits press against me as she inhales a deep breath. Grabbing her wrist, I lift her arms up and wrap them around my neck. Trailing the tips of my fingers down over the back of her arms, I slip my hands around her waist.

  She feels good here, so close to me.

  Swaying my hips, I take the lead. She seems a little hesitant, reserved, her body slightly stiff. I'm not sure if it's because she doesn't like to dance, or if it's because of me. I was a dick to her the first time we met. And I regret it wholeheartedly.

  Gliding my hands up her back, I roll my body against hers. Heather starts to move with me. I feel the tension leave her muscles as my knee slips between her legs and she grinds against me.

  The music is pumping through the speakers. The bass is so loud my chest is vibrating. The air is hot, and sweat is starting to trickle down the back of my neck. There are people all around us, but I don't see anyone else but her.

  She's beautiful.

  Looking up at me, she slides her hands down my chest and across my abs. Spinning her body in my arms, she lifts her hand into my hair and teases the roots. Pushing her ass against the bulge in my pants, she drops her body forward, touching her toes.

  Whipping her head back to look at me, her hair falls, framing her face. She's so fucking gorgeous. Lowering her lids seductively, she nibbles on her bottom lip. Pressing her back against my chest, she slips her arm around my neck.

  My hands run down her ribs, grazing the outside of her tits. Curling my hands around her stomach, I lower my face to her neck. We dance like this for two songs; close, our bodies touching and rubbing. Our cheeks resting a
gainst each other, our lips close, but never crossing the small space between them.

  I'm fucking hard, and I'm sure she can feel it. She keeps pressing her ass into the bulge in my pants and sliding up and down.

  Slipping my hand under her chin, I hold her head in my hand and whisper into her ear. “I'm really fucking turned on right on now. Can you feel it? Can you feel what you do to me?”

  Heather grins, spinning on her heels so she's facing me. With slow precision she slips her hand down my stomach and cups my cock. “You mean this?” Squeezing my dick in my pants, she licks her lips. “Of course I can feel it, it's been poking me since we started dancing.”

  She's looking up at me, her lips glistening. I want to kiss her. Fuck, I want to kiss her so goddamn bad. Smiling, Heather runs the tip of her tongue across her teeth and tilts her head.

  I can't stop myself. I'm in motion before I even realize what I'm doing.

  Capturing her face in my hands, I kiss her hard and fast. She inhales a shallow breath in surprise. She's stiff for a single second, and I start to question if I crossed a line.

  And then she changes, opening her mouth, and kissing me back. Her hands come up and hold my wrists as our tongues move to a dance of their own.

  She tastes so fucking good. Sweet. Tender. Delicate and rough all in one kiss.

  Breaking free, Heather peers up at me as she takes in ragged breaths of air. She touches the pads of her fingers to her lips, locking her eyes on mine.

  “Take me, take me right now,” she says, her voice so low I almost don't hear her.

  Looking around, I take her hand, dragging her to the small hallway beside the bar. Shoving the bathroom door open, I pull her in, and lock the door behind us.

  “I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad.” My lips are on hers before I even finish the last word.

  I'm so fucking turned on it hurts. My dick is throbbing, pulsing so violently I can't ignore it. Heather wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back wildly. Our tongues are licking and swirling, tangling up like a knot.

  With my hands around her face, I walk her backwards until she hits the wall. “Fuck, you're so damn beautiful,” I say into our kiss. “You make me so fucking hard.”

  She moans in answer, running her hands through my hair, and tugging at my roots. “I'm so wet.”

  Grunting, I curl my hands under her ass and lift her off her feet. Pushing her back into the wall, I hold her in place. But we never stop kissing. I don't want to; I need her right where she is.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask, my lips still on hers.

  She nods her head, never allowing her lips to move. She answers with another forceful kiss.

  Pulling my lips off of hers, her eyes come steady on mine. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demand. My hands are around her hips, and my cock is pressing against her pussy.

  She's wriggling in my hands like a fish, moving and rocking, gyrating against me. Moaning, she nods a second time, and tries to kiss me.

  “Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Pulling my head back, I don't let her kiss me.

  She nibbles her bottom lip, and her lids hood her eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” she finally says, licking her lips. “Please fuck me. I can't take this anymore. I need you to fuck me.”

  Growling, I crush her lips with mine, and kiss her. Setting her down on her feet, I spin her so she's facing the wall. Running my hand up her spine, I grip her neck and push her down, so her ass lifts up.

  Flattening her palms against the wall, Heather looks back at me. “God, I want you so bad.”

  “I've wanted you since the first time I saw you.” Working the button free on her pants, I rip them down her thighs. She's wearing a pair of black boy shorts with lace trim. I touch her ass gently, causing her to shiver.

  Moving my fingers down her ass, I slip them between her thighs and cup her mound. Her panties are wet, so wet my fingers are soaked. Pushing her panties to the side, I slip a single finger up the center of her pussy, and rub her juice around her lips.

  Her thighs begin to shake, and goosebumps flood her skin. Heather moans as I find her clit and rub her softly. “Oh, God.” She breaths out the words as her knees buckle slightly.

  “You like that, you like when I flick your clit.” Kissing the back of her neck, her moan grows louder. “That's right, now you're going to sing for me. This can be my own private concert. A show just for me.” Grinning, I dip my finger into her heat, and she lets out a long coo.

  Pumping my finger in and out, her pussy tightens and throbs. She's rolling her hips, fucking my finger back, riding it like it's my cock. I can see her losing what little control she has left.

  There's a look in her eyes. Hunger. Need. Desire to be fed what her body is craving.

  Digging my teeth into the tender skin of her neck, I run the sharp edges of my teeth across the muscle, causing her to lean her head to the opposite side, giving me more room. Licking back up her throat, I grip under her chin and tip her head up. My tongue moves over the curve of her jaw until I reach her earlobe.

  Sucking on her ear, I turn one finger into two and fuck her harder. My thumb presses her asshole, circling the puckered and tight skin. Heather rocks back, forcing the tip of my thumb inside.

  “Mm,” she groans, looking back at me over her shoulder and pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. “Yeah, I like that.” Her eyes go soft, and her back arches. Clutching the wall, she rocks her body back and forth. “Fuck me,” she whimpers.

  The way she says it makes my cock turn to stone, and my heart stills inside my chest. Her voice is delicate, on the verge of breaking, and it fucking turns me on even more.

  My cock is angrily pressing against my zipper. Unbuckling my belt, I free my dick. Resting my tip on her ass, I pull a condom out of my wallet. Ripping it open with my teeth, I sheath my length.

  Pressing my crown against her wet pussy, I slip inside. Heather's eyes snap shut, and her mouth opens, releasing a soundless moan.

  Driving my hand into her hair, I tug her head back. “Don't go silent on me. I want to hear you.” My lips brush the shell of her ear causing a shiver to run through her body.

  Heather grins, a sexy little grin, pulling one corner of her mouth towards her ear. Drawing my hips back, I thrust back fast and deep. Releasing a full, throaty groan, she pops up on the tip of her toes, her palms going flat against the wall.

  Holding her hips, I fuck her slow, I fuck her hard, I fuck her so she'll never forget what it feels like to have my dick inside her.

  “Yes, fuck,” she says, the words coming out in one single, heavy breath. “I'm so close, I'm so fucking close.” Her pussy clenches around my dick, milking my length.

  Reaching my hand under her shirt, I grab her tit and pull her up so she's leaning against my chest. She's teetering on the tips of her toes as I fuck her. With my arm across her chest, holding her tight, my balls tighten.

  Sliding my hand up between her tits, I cup her throat. “You're so damn tight.” Thrusting upward, my cock thickens. “Feel me. Feel me in that hot cunt of yours.” Biting the shell of her ear, I run my tongue around the ridge. “You want to feel me? You want to feel me come?”

  “I need to feel you come.” Her head rolls on my chest, eyes fluttering as she bats her lashes.

  Coiling my fingers in her hair, I tear at her roots. Giving one last thrust, my cock explodes into the condom. Pump after pump of hot cum pools in the condom. My body is buzzing. I can feel the warmth as it spreads up through my stomach and wraps my chest.

  We're breathing heavy. Her chest is rising with mine, and as I glide my hand down her throat back to her chest, I can feel her heart beating. It's fast, hammering hard against my palm.

  The music is blaring outside the door. I can hear the muffled sounds of people talking and laughing. They're in one world, and we're in another. This place is just for us.

  Someone is pounding on the door and twisting the knob. And I don't give tw
o shits. I'm enjoying this silence between us.

  Because in this silence, as we catch our breaths, whoever is standing outside the door means nothing.

  This moment, this stillness, this pleasure that's still flowing through my veins, is enough to shut out the world.

  And I welcome it.

  5

  Heather

  Stretching my arms above my head, I yawn as I blink my eyes open. Staring up at the ceiling, I notice a crack right down the center.

  Wait? Was that crack always there?

  Blinking again a few times, I rub my eyes, and refocus on the crack. Squinting, I tilt my head, and it sinks into the pillow.

  This isn't my ceiling. . . Inhaling a sharp breath, I sit up quickly, rapidly looking around. Holy shit, this isn't my room. This is Ian's room. I'm at his place.

  My fingers coil into the blanket, gripping it tightly as my eyes scan everything around me. There's an overflowing basket of laundry in the corner against the wall. His closet door is open, with random sneakers spilling out.

  A long dresser sits under the window to my left. The top is covered in random items, and nothing really seems like it's in any particular place. There are two deodorants, both toppled over. Half empty bottles of water, a couple different colognes, and a cup filled with pens is tipped and leaning against the wall. All the drawers are partially open with bits of clothes hanging out.

  Sitting quietly, I don't hear anyone moving around inside the apartment. The door is open, giving me a view of his living room.

  Oh my God, what did I do last night?

  Lifting the blanket, my eyes widen as I realize I'm naked. I know exactly what I did, and I can't believe I did it.

  Covering my face with the comforter, I inhale a deep breath. I can smell him instantly. The scent of his cologne is mixed with the scent of dryer sheets. He smells so good. His scent sends flashes of the night through my head.

  His hands in my hair, his lips on my neck, his tongue running up the center of my belly. These flashes are intense, making my body ignite in sin.

  Holy shit.

  Lowering the blanket, I wrap it around my chest, and lower my feet to the floor. Searching around, my clothes are scattered all over the place. Plucking my panties off the lamp on the nightstand, I find my shirt and pants crumpled in the corner, and my bra hanging off the post at the end of the bed.