Fucking the Neighbor (Chicago #08)

Mark: I'm hosting a meeting for an hour. Have fun ;)

Fuck. Was he really telling me to go for it? I felt a swell of excitement mixing with my nerves. I wasn't sure if I'd have the courage to actually make a move like that, but I couldn't deny it turned me on to be in such close proximity to Chris, after everything.

I knew I couldn't stall any longer without answering, so I decided not to allow myself to overthink things any more. "Sure." Then, as we started heading that way together, I added, "I guess you already know which door is mine."

"Yeah," he laughed. "I've spent a fair amount of time studying your building by now."

"Oh, is it the building you've been studying, then?" I quipped, some nerves relaxing as we flirted.

Chris laughed, and it looked like I'd actually made him blush a little. I wondered what thought or perhaps image caused that. "Well, in my defense, it's a pretty direct view. And you leave your curtains open a lot."

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I laughed along and conceded that he was right. I didn't feel embarrassed, though. And I didn't get the impression he did, either. It felt more like a building tension as we each knew what the other was imagining. And picturing.

"So who's the guy? Is he your boyfriend?"

I hesitated, not sure how to answer.

"Or is it..." Chris stuttered. "I just assumed it was the same guy you've been on the phone with. The one who comes over a couple times a week, and drops you off at night sometimes?"

I smirked at him, giving him a pointed look. "So you've just been casually glancing over when my curtains are open, huh?"

He laughed. "Something like that."

"It is the same guy," I answered, simply. "He's not exactly my boyfriend, though."

"Oh, ok. You're into older guys, though?"

I felt my eyes bugging out reactively and laughed. "Well, not as a rule."

Chris laughed with me. "Sorry, I don't mean to make assumptions, I just figured... I don't know, nevermind." Then he changed the subject quickly. "Does he ever know that I'm watching?"

"He does," I answered, smirking and biting my lip.

"And he's okay with it?"

I hesitated, not exactly sure how to explain Mark's feelings on the matter since I was still figuring them out, myself. Not wanting to go into too much detail, I just told Chris, "If you see the curtains open, then it's a safe assumption that he knows, and he's okay with it."

He smirked. "Got it. And what about you?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"You're okay with me watching?"

I looked back at Chris. My chest heaved slightly, and I felt a tingle between my legs, the tension mounting as we reached the front door of my building. Then my phone chimed again.

Mark: Is he in your apt?

I texted back quickly, knowing how close I was to inviting Chris upstairs, and wanting to give Mark one more chance to talk me out of it.

Sam: Not yet...

Then I looked back at Chris, who was still waiting for my response. I opted for the truth, not holding back. "I thought I'd made it pretty obvious that I like you watching."

He smiled back, an intense look on his face. "Well, maybe I'll see you again soon... if you're allowed to leave your curtains open again."

Another chime.

Mark: Let him up and let him have you

I felt the wetness building between my legs as I read Mark's response. Then I looked back up to see Chris watching me, smirking as I checked my phone. I could only imagine what he must've been thinking, assuming he'd figured out that I was texting with Mark.

Another chime.

Mark: Text me when he's done ;-*

"Getting permission already?" Chris teased.

I laughed, nervously. My heart hammered in my chest. Finally, I decided to be bold, going for what Mark and I both knew I wanted. "Sure, if watching through my window is all you want."

Chris looked taken aback by my comment. It nearly knocked the smug grin from his face. He recovered fairly quickly, though. "Well, what else is on the table?"

I squeezed my thighs together, turning myself on with a rush of thoughts and possibilities. I shrugged, "I don't know... I guess I thought you might be interested in a more close-up view."

"How close are we talking?" he asked, stepping closer.

I swallowed and licked my lips, smiling a little as my eyes roamed down his body, landing on the growing bulge in his jeans.

"I have some time now, if you do," Chris added, rather than waiting for a response.

I forced my eyes back up to meet his gaze and nodded, blushing. "Yeah, now works."

"After you then," he smirked, nodding towards the door.

I smiled and brushed past him, feeling jittery as I realized I was actually about to bring Chris up to my apartment. Everything Mark and I had talked about, turning each other on, everything in the video he'd sent me, was suddenly a real possibility.

I slid my backpack to my front to get my keys out as I approached the door, feeling Chris' eyes on me, and then his hands on my hips. I froze and turned my head to the side slightly, glancing back at him. Then I felt him pressing into me, his big, hard length pressed against me through our clothes. I gasped, an involuntary intake of breath, and leaned back against him.

Chris responded by leaning in and brushing his lips over my ear as his hands roamed over my hips and under my shirt. "You know I've been watching you for weeks, right? Getting hard every night as I watch you touch yourself, taking your clothes off, using your toys. Watching you with your not-boyfriend. I've cum so many times for you."

I felt the wet spot in my panties growing, right there outside my building. I was so turned on that I'm not sure I would've stopped Chris if he pulled my shorts down and slid inside me right then and there. I moaned, grinding back against his cock as I worked on getting the key in the lock. "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise I might call the cops instead of inviting you upstairs."

Chris laughed against me, into me, then pulled back to allow me to open the door and let us inside. We started making our way upstairs, and I felt his hands on my hips and ass every few steps, maybe just wanting to touch me, or maybe hurrying me along.

When we finally made it up to my apartment, he wrapped his arms around me again at the door, his hands slipping under my shirt and up to cup my breasts through my bra as his lips found my neck, kissing and biting. We practically fell through the doorway. I slammed the door shut behind us and dropped my backpack and CVS bag right away. Then, I turned around and pulled Chris into a kiss, reaching down to rub his hard cock through his jeans as I walked us backwards towards my room.

By the time we traveled the few strides to my room, my shirt was off and I was fumbling with his belt. Once I got into his pants, I pulled his cock out right away, moaning as I felt and saw just how big he was, up close. All I could do was stare as I stroked him, my hand sliding along his impressive length.

Chris smirked at me as he reached around to unhook my bra, then pulled it down and off. And then it was his turn to stare.

We laughed at each other and ourselves.

"I would say the close-up view is paying off so far. What do you think?" Chris asked.

I laughed some more until I felt him reach out and pinch both of my nipples and the sound got caught in my throat as I moaned. Then he grabbed me by my throat and pulled me into another kiss as I kept stroking him.

"It was so hot watching you suck his cock the other day. When he started fucking your mouth like that," Chris said when he pulled back, his hand still grasping my neck.

"So you were still watching?" I asked, grinning and leaning into his grasp. "I thought you might've still been there after you closed your blinds."

"Of course I was watching," he smirked back, then pulling back and pushing down on my shoulders. "And all I've thought about since is seeing how much of my cock you might be able to take."

I kneeled down in front of him eagerly on the rug next to my bed, thinking about Mark and wondering whether it would turn him on to hear that Chris was watching us together, and recreating some of his moves. The thought of recounting those details for him later turned me on that much more, and I imagined him in the room watching and stroking his cock as I got on my knees in front of Chris. I kept smiling and stroking as I looked up at him, leaning in closer.

"Well, I haven't been with anyone as big as you before, but I'll do my best." As soon as I finished talking, I rolled my tongue around the thick head of his cock.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, his head rolling back. He pulled off his shirt and pushed down his jeans and underwear the rest of the way.

Seeing Chris standing before me, completely naked like that, spurred me on to take more of his cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, sliding onto his cock as I took him in gradually deeper. His heavy breathing and moaning, and the feeling from his fingers combing into my hair, caused my pussy to throb. I reached down to unbutton and unzip my shorts, sliding a hand inside so I could touch myself while I sucked him.

When Chris saw that, there was another groan and then I felt him thrusting deeper into my mouth suddenly.

"Is this what you like?" he asked. "It was so hot watching him fucking your face against that chair."

I could only moan, bracing myself for more, trying to open my throat to him. My hands came to his thighs involuntarily as he held one hand on top of my head, the other cupping my chin as he pressed me back against the side of the bed. He pushed himself into my mouth further, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, groaning and cursing.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good, Sam," Chris groaned. "I've been thinking about feeling you like this for so long."

I moaned around him, taking him as deep as I could until I was gagging, the sound mingling with my moans. He pressed in deeper, pinning me against the bed. My eyes watered as I looked up at him and let him fuck my throat, rubbing my clit faster inside my shorts and panties.

"Fuck, that feels good," he repeated, finally pulling back to let me catch my breath for just a moment. Then he pushed in again, thrusting faster and bumping the back of my throat. "I'm going to fill your mouth with cum. Did you see how much I came while you were watching me?"

I moaned, again picturing his cum-streaked windows, the image of it shooting out onto his windows in huge spurts, coating the glass. Even though I had described what I'd seen to Mark, I wasn't sure my words could do it justice. Still, Mark knew how much I'd been thinking about feeling Chris cum for me like that, and had been teasing me about it. I felt a flutter of nerves and excitement knowing it was really about to happen, and hoped I'd be able to swallow at least most of it.

Chris loosened his hold on my head a bit, allowing me to suck him. Working on taking him in as deeply as I could on my own, I pressed down onto his cock, my lips wrapped tightly around him. He cursed and thrusted in deeper reactively, causing me to gag again as I looked up at him, my eyes watering.

"Fuck, Sam... I'm close," he told me, his eyes furrowed as he looked down at me.

I braced myself for his torrent of cum, looking up at him as I sucked and stroked, cupping and playing with his balls, rubbing and squeezing them in my hand. With each bob of my head, I took him in until I felt him hitting the back of my throat.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," Chris groaned.

And then he was.

I felt the first hot burst in my mouth as his cock pulsed, and I started swallowing right away, expecting much more. Chris grunted and gripped my hair in his fists, holding me on his cock, making me take all of his cum. Not that I would've considered backing away. In the end, I kept most of it in my mouth, feeling just a drip sliding down my chin as he pulled back slowly. I wiped it up with my finger and sucked it back into my mouth with a smile as I looked up at him, feeling his hold loosening in my hair.

"So fucking hot," Chris muttered with a smile, stroking his still-hard cock as he stepped back and turned to sit on my bed, patting the bed beside him for me to follow. "Keep sucking me. I have some more cum for you."

I felt my chest heaving as I stood up and followed Chris onto the bed, kneeling beside him. He gripped the waistbands of my shorts and panties and dragged both down my legs. I smiled and held onto his shoulders to brace myself as I kicked them off. Then, he slid over to the middle of the bed, leaving room for me to kneel beside him. I leaned down right away to keep sucking his still-hard cock as directed, dropping my mouth as far as I could on his cock, wrapping my lips around him.

"Fuck!" Chris yelled out, reaching for me. One hand came to my head again, holding me down, while the other reached for my ass, squeezing and then slapping.

As I continued sucking him at a steady pace, Chris' hand roamed down over my ass to rub along my slit with his fingertips. I felt him pressing into me when he found my opening and heard the wetness slicking his fingers as he made a few thrusts into my pussy.

"God, you're so wet," Chris breathed.

He pulled his fingers back out of me and rubbed the wetness around my pussy onto my clit. When I felt his fingers there, I buckled and whimpered on his cock, grinding on his fingers.

Then Chris was groaning and dragging me closer to him by my hips. "C'mere," he groaned. "Sit on my face."

I leaned up from Chris' cock as I let him guide me to straddle his face, feeling my pussy clenching already. Then he was reaching around my hips to cup my ass and pulling me down onto his waiting mouth and tongue.

"Ohhhhh fuck," I moaned, stroking his cock and writhing on top of him. I got so wrapped up in the feeling of his mouth on me like that, grinding on his tongue as he licked and sucked on my clit.

Chris moaned into me as he felt me grinding, then reached around and pushed down on my head again, reminding me of my task at hand.

I happily resumed sucking his cock, taking him in deep and rubbing my tongue along his cock as I sucked hard and slow. I pressed down to take him as deep as I could until I gagged, then felt Chris groaning into my pussy as he held my head down and pushed his hips up, thrusting further down my throat. I moaned around his cock and tried my best to take everything he was giving me until my lips wrapped around the base of his cock.

Another groan caused vibrations against my clit, and then two of Chris' fingers were sliding into me again, curling forward and rubbing me from the inside as his lips and tongue rubbed and flicked over my clit. My pussy clenched, gripping his fingers as I pressed down onto his face, rubbing myself on his mouth, his prickly stubble adding to the sensation. Then, the hand that was holding my head down on his cock slid down my back and wrapped around my hips, squeezing my ass and holding me down on his face.

"Ohhh fuck," I gasped, pulling back from Chris' cock. "So close."

Chris moaned into me, his wet fingers slipping out of my pussy to rub over my asshole as he flicked my clit with his tongue, holding me down to take it all.

"Ohhhhh god," I yelled out when I felt his fingers teasing my ass. My breaths were coming out as quick and shallow moans. I was practically panting as my thighs quivered and my hips moved on autopilot, grinding on his face hard and fast as I felt the waves of pleasure rush through me.

Chris moaned with me, using both hands to squeeze and then slap my ass, hard. Then he pressed up on my hips and slid his tongue along my slit to my ass, pressing it into me there.

"Fuck!" I yelled, leaning up as I felt Chris licking my ass, rubbing my clit fast as I kept writhing and cumming.

Then Chris pushed me back down onto his cock, moaning into my ass. "I'm going to fill your mouth again," he muttered against me.

I was in a haze, my ears still ringing and my whole body tingling from the intensity of my orgasm. I braced myself with my hands on the bed beside Chris' thighs as he held me down on his cock, thrusting up into my mouth just a few more times before he shot more cum into me with a loud groan. I moaned and struggled to keep it in my mouth, my lips wrapping around his pulsating shaft. Gravity was against me in that position, though, and I felt some of the cum dripping down to the base of Chris' cock and onto his balls. As soon as I was sure that he'd finished cumming, I pulled back to swallow and then set to work licking and cleaning up the drips I'd missed.

Chris tensed up as I licked and sucked the cum from his balls. "Fuck!" he cursed, bringing down another hard, double-handed slap on my ass.

I moaned and laughed a little as I pulled back from his balls and climbed off of him carefully, turning around to face him.

As hot as it was to feel Chris cumming in my mouth twice in such quick succession, I couldn't help feeling disappointed that there would likely be a wait before I could feel him inside me. My pussy was throbbing with need, and all I could think about was feeling his big, thick cock inside me. I reached down to rub my pussy almost involuntarily, leaning and then lying down beside him to keep touching myself. But Chris stopped me with his words and a hand on my hip.

"Get on top first," he ordered.

My face must've shown my surprise as I looked at him, from his face to his hand stroking his still-hard cock.

Chris smirked. "Didn't think I was done, did you?"

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I bit my lip to hide a smirk. "Silly me for thinking that you might be done after cumming twice in a row."

"Yeah, well, I had to keep some tricks up my sleeve," he winked as I straddled him, kneeling up over his cock. "I'm still planning to fully fuck the shit out of you, don't worry."

Before I could react to Chris' words, I felt him rubbing his cock along my slit, then pressing the thick head into my opening. I gasped and then groaned as I felt him sliding into me slowly, the walls of my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. He pulled down on my hips and I eased down onto him further until I was completely seated on his big, thick cock.

"God, you're so big," I gasped.

Chris' head had rolled back as I sat down on him. He gripped my hips and pressed up into me, filling me as deeply as possible. "You feel so fucking good."

I felt Chris pressing me forward and reached out to brace myself with my hands on his chest. Slowly, I started sliding on his cock, moaning with nearly every breath and grinding a little each time I sat back down on him all the way. He moved his right hand from my hip to clasp around my neck, pulling me down to meet his lips in a deep kiss.

I moaned as he sucked on my bottom lip, feeling my pussy clench and squeeze around his cock.

"Fuck, Sam!" Chris breathed, pulling back from the kiss and throwing his head back again. "You feel so fucking tight around my cock."

I felt myself building up again and slid a hand down to rub my clit as I continued riding him.

Chris looked down to watch and groaned, bringing his own hand to meet mine and take over, rubbing with his thumb. "I want to feel you cum on my cock like this."

"Oh god!" I moaned, pressing my fingers over his on my clit and rubbing with him as I rode him with quicker, shallow movements.

"That's it. Ride me until you cum," Chris groaned, raising his hips to meet mine with each thrust.

I felt it coming, and pressed his fingers harder onto my clit, grinding and rubbing as my body arched and writhed on top of him. I yelled out as the walls of my pussy gripped Chris' cock. He continued to thrust hard and deep, not letting up as I came.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I finally relaxed on top of him, breathing hard and smiling involuntarily.

Chris moaned, smiling back and slapping my ass again. "Lift up," he directed. "I want to get behind you."