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The Guy Next Door - Part Two

Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 51, Source: LushStories

I heard the door shut behind Cooper’s fuck of the night. High heels clattered down the stairs. I leaned against the wall, still breathing hard from my last orgasm. The bullet vibrator was buzzing softly and insistently on the floor beside me. I switched it off. Shower, teeth, bed. I started to get up but at that moment there was a polite tap on the door. I frowned. Cooper’s date was gone. Who else could it be? Another neighbour? The knock came again. I stumbled over to the door, smoothing down my clothes and opened up. “Could I borrow you for a while?” Cooper asked. He was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. I’d never seen him shirtless before. Pecs. Abs. Biceps. Fuck. His eyes looked past me into the room. I tried to block his view but he clocked the vibrator next to the wall. He didn’t smile. He looked at me. “You’re not busy, are you?” he asked. “Well – I – uh, not exactly, but -” He reached out and grasped my small wrist in his warm hand. Before I could protest, he was pulling me towards him. I barely had time to shut my door before I was pulled down the small corridor and into his apartment. He shut the door, locked it and put the chain on. There was a bolt at the top, definitely out of my reach. He slid it across. Then he turned. He smiled. He took a step towards me. “You’ve been listening, haven’t you?” I shook my head instinctively. “No – I – not at all. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smiled. It wasn’t a real smile. “Come on, Kat. You’ve been next ... door for what… over four months? Don’t tell me you haven’t been there with me for all those nights.” I shook my head again, unable to vocalise my protest. “Who’d you like best?” he asked conspiratorially. “Eleanor? Sarah? Lilah?” I shrugged uneasily. “I never really – heard their – names,” I said falteringly. “So you have been listening,” he smirked. I felt small, unimportant beside him. The Cooper who’d put my painting up was long gone. This was his other side, the side that terrified me but made me wetter than a sinking ship. There was no way to go but down. His hands landed on my shoulders. “Get on your knees,” He pushed. It had been barely five minutes since I’d come but I knew I was dripping wet again. Wordlessly, I complied. His hands went to the front of his jeans and tugged the fly down. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock loomed out, arrogantly large. I stared. His hand went into my hair. “Open.” I obeyed unthinkingly and with one quick thrust he was in my mouth, rocking my head back and forth to make me take more. “Can you taste her?” he asked. “Jenny? She was just here but you knew that already, right?” I couldn’t answer. I was a good girl. I liked white dresses, Taylor Swift music, dinner dates and cabs home. Men never went to first base without my express permission. I didn’t suck cock. I’d given three amateur blowjobs in all my twenty four years. I was Kat Lovette. I was a daddy’s girl, a straight-A student, seven-time employee of the month. I liked business ...