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Sinking my teeth into the malleable skin where her neck meets her shoulder, she groans as she flings her head backward. “Do you really care?”
She doesn’t answer, as though weighing the options. “Do you?”
I chuckle. “Do I care that my neighbors might see me fucking a stunning woman?” I shake my head, adding another bite to the line of her shoulder as I shuck her yoga pants down over her hips. “I hope they do. I hope they see me fucking you and are jealous as fuck. I hope Harold—the husband—sees me balls deep inside you, can’t contain himself, and goes and dicks his wife Julie.”
She moans as she pulls one leg out of her pants. My dick is painfully hard, shamefully hard. It’s definitely standing at attention for Addison, and I push any rational thought of what that might mean for us right out of my brain.
“In fact, I hope he sees me fucking you mindless and then goes and gets her so she can watch us too.” Ripping her sweater over her head, I palm her tits through her pretty pink lace bra.
I graze my other hand along the inside of Addison’s thigh, enjoying the little pants of breath that make her chest bob up and down while moving my fingers up toward her pussy. She’s soaking, hot, and ready for me. “Do you like that idea, Addison? Do you like that Harold and Julie might see me fucking you?” I pull down one of the cups of her bra, freeing her perfectly plump breast so I can tug on her hard nipple. “That they may fuck while they’re watching us?”
She doesn’t answer, nor does she look away from Harold and Julie’s window.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head, rolling her hips as my fingers skim her clit.
“Do you want to come for me, Addison?”
She nods.
It’s tricky to maneuver my hard dick out of my pants and inside her without losing rhythm on her clit, but with a concerted effort, I’m quickly buried in her as she grips the countertop.
“You’ve got to stay quiet kitten, okay?”
She mewls, it’s almost a purr that vibrates all the way to my cock as it pistons inside her, harder and harder. As soon as she bursts apart on my dick, I know I’m on borrowed time. Her muscles have me clenched in a vise so tight I’d be surprised her pussy doesn’t keep it when I try to pull out.
Grabbing both her hips, I jut into her, harder and harder with each thrust, clinging to sanity for just a minute longer. Her little gasps and whimpers, pleas for me not to stop make it hard not to shoot my load. At the last minute, a moment of panic strikes. Even though she says she’s on birth control, I’ve just had one kid I didn’t know dropped into my life. I can’t afford another.
Pulling out, I spray her perfect ass with jets of warm, creamy cum, murmuring to her about how perfect and beautiful her ass looks with my release splattered all over it. After a heavy moment of silence, Addison’s head snaps up the same moment mine does. There’s movement in the upstairs window of Harold and Julie’s house, the blinds fall back into place as a figure disappears.
Someone in the neighbor’s house got quite the show. I hope Harold and Julie are about to have the best sex of their fucking lives.
CHAPTER13
Addison
It’s beentwo weeks since Thor fucked me in the kitchen. Two weeks of subtle touches, lingering gazes, and bubbling sexual frustration.
We haven’t had a repeat of the kitchen-fucking incident, or fucking anywhere for that matter, but we both want it. It feels like it’s simply a matter of time before my clothes fall off, and his dick makes its way inside me again. I wouldn’t complain. In fact, it would be like stepping outside after a thunderstorm.
I think we’re both trying to stay on the “right” side of the employer-employee line but the more we try, the harder it actually gets. And I don’t just mean his man-wand.
Having him bareback inside me that night felt different, like it may have meant something more than just two emotional people getting naked together and finding comfort in each other’s bodies. I’m so damn curious to see if we were to get naked again, if that feeling is still there, or if it was fleeting.
And until this morning, other than the drama from that first night where Matthew bumped his head in the bathroom, things have been... well, I’d love to say calm, or interesting, or even educational. But the thing I’m quickly learning about autism, is that no two days are the same. And any progress you make one day, might quickly leave the next.
Every outing is meticulously prepared for. I spend hours covering all my bases only for something to still blindside me. At the last minute, something well-planned could, and probably will, go horribly wrong.
Even the simplest things are no longer simple.
Food is a constant battle. The same dish made the same way by both Thor and I can result in differing outcomes. And it’s not even consistent. Sometimes Thor can make it ‘right’ and sometimes I can. Sometimes neither of us can, and we are back to square one trying to get nutrition into Matthew as he’s hyper-tuned into details: taste, smell, color, even environment.
We invite him to try everything we make and eat ourselves. He always says no.
Every day Matthew gets the same plate, the same silverware, we’ll do everything “by the book,” and Matthew will still say it tastes, smells, or looks wrong.
I’m learning the art of compassionate patience and routine pattern familiarity, but damn, I can’t say it isn’t a struggle some days.
