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“Do I what?”
He chuckles.
“Want to join me again tomorrow night,” he repeats. I missed what he’d said, daydreaming about the mystery man in the hotel room.
“I’d love to. You have to work that out with Kimber, though,” I remind him.
“I can do that. It was a pleasure talking with you tonight.” He excuses himself after paying, and I shove out of my chair, ready to get home. Jess was right. Most of these men just want to talk, and god, do they ever. They talk about work, their wives, their home lives. Anything and everything. Nothing seems to be off-limits to them.
I walk to my car cautiously. I’m always aware of my surroundings. When I’m satisfied there is no one following me, I climb in and start the car.
Luckily, I don’t live far from here, so the ride back home is short. When I climb out, I see the glow of the cigarette burning in the night. I know it’s Knight. Instead of going straight home, I walk toward his house. This is wrong. I know it is. I shouldn’t be doing this, but there’s a pull to that man. One I want to know more about.
“Hey,” I say when I’m close enough to see him in the moonlight.
“Hey, yourself. What are you doin’ out so late?”
“Just got off work,” I tell him.
“Long night?”
“Something like that.” Then there’s silence. A comfortable silence, but silence just the same. I fiddle with the hem of my shirt before sighing and turning to leave. That’s when he moves. He grabs my wrist and pulls me roughly back into him, where he still sits on the step. I fall into his lap, feeling his hard cock through his jeans.
“Where are you goin’?” he asks huskily in my ear.
“Home.”
“Is that where you want to be?” he asks. I don’t know what I want. Yes, I do. I want him to touch me. I want to see what it feels like to have his hands all over my body. And that’s what he does. He slips a hand between my knees and spreads my legs apart while I sit on his lap. Then he slides his hand up my thigh and between my legs.
“Naughty girl. You’re not wearin’ panties,” he murmurs as his fingers slide over my pussy. I lay my head back on his shoulder as he slowly slid his finger inside me. I gasp at the feeling and rock my body into his hand. Fuck, that feels so damn good. “Why aren’t you wearin’ panties, mama?” Oh God, the way he says that causes my heart to stir and heat to pool inside me.
He moves his fingers in and out as his warm breath dances over my flesh. I moan a little, and his breathing picks up more. He’s panting near my ear just by fingering me. With his free hand, he spreads me wider.
“You didn’t answer me,” he says huskily.
“What?”
“Why aren’t you wearin’ panties?”
“I … I don’t know,” I answer breathlessly as he continues to toy with me. I rock my hips against his hand, and he groans louder.
“Oh, mama. I would give anything to be inside you right now,” he growls. Fuck, I would give anything to have him inside me right now. His fingers are too good.
“Please,” I beg him. I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I do. I need that release. I need to come for him. I need more. My mind is going crazy. My heart is pounding against my ribs. He pulls a finger free and circles my clit until my legs begin to tremble. He fingers me until I can’t take anymore, and I let go. His lips brush over my cheek as I come hard for him. His fingers keep moving, drawing out the pleasure I feel until I can’t take anymore.
“Fuck, mama,” he growls near my ear before biting the lobe. I squirm as he pulls his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. “Open.” I open my mouth for him to slide his fingers in.
“You taste good?” he asks. I nod my head. “We’re gonna do this again, okay?”
“I can’t. Not right now,” I protest.
“I didn’t say right now. But this is gonna happen again,” he tells me. I don’t know what to do. Should I agree to this? Should I run away, ashamed I just let my neighbor finger fuck me on the back steps of his house? I don’t know what I should feel, and to be honest, I don’t really care.
“Say yes, Lyra. Tell me I can feel this pussy wettin’ my jeans again.” Embarrassment sweeps through me at his words. I made his jeans wet? Oh my god. I’m mortified as I try to pull away from him, but he doesn’t let me go.
“I need to go.”
“Not yet.”
