1. The Guy Next Door - Part Four


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    groan rise in my throat. His free hand was grasping my shoulder, holding me in place but as his thrusts quickened, I couldn’t help but shunt forward every time and his balls slapped wetly against my snatch. For all the nights I’d listened with my ear to the wall, I’d never heard anything quite as lewd as the sound he and I were creating. “You like my cock in your ass, don’t you?” he growled. “Not as much as you do,” I bit back and was instantly rewarded by a barrage of thrusts that made me wish I could stifle my moans. “Don’t – forget – rule – number – two,” he snarled between thrusts. Fuck you and your rules , I wanted to say but of course I was expending all my energy on obeying those stupid damn rules. I pushed back at him as best as I could and heard his breaths become shallower, a grate sounding in his throat. It made me hang on. I hung on with everything I had. I was sweating harder than I sweated on the last mile of marathons. Everything blurred into one; the pain, the pleasure, the disintegrating control. He came first, unloading inside me. His hand gripped my shoulder tightly, and that one lasting groan he couldn’t hide tipped me over the edge. His fingers were still buried inside me and I clenched hard around them, and around his cock too as I finally let the throb overcome me. It felt hot, white, and exquisite; worth every one of his arrogant words. He recovered first and undid the handcuffs, letting me stretch out my hands. I was vaguely aware of his cock easing ...
    out of me and a fleeting sensation of emptiness which seemed far too wrong to dwell upon. I gingerly sat up and glanced around the room for my clothes. Cooper dragged on his boxer shorts and sat on the sofa, watching me dress. “So out of one hundred and one, who’d you like the best?” he asked. I didn’t reply. I tugged on my shirt. The clock told me it was past three in the morning. “I’d better go,” I said, thinking of the long, atoning shower my body required. “Actually – I need a favour.” Super-Cooper was back. As in hallway-Cooper. As in Dr Jekyll. He smiled at me encouragingly. “What?” I asked suspiciously. “I have this thing to go to tomorrow. You wanna come along?” “What thing ?” He sighed dramatically. “Well, every Sunday, I go to church with my mother. She keeps going on about me finding a girlfriend so if you came, faked it out, it’d shut her up for a while.” “ You go to church ?” I didn’t trust him. He was setting me up for some kind of lewd sex party. He was probably going to sell me. “I don’t believe you.” Cooper shrugged. “I find the confession booth very cathartic.” I didn’t laugh though it was the most surreal thing I’d heard in months. “As in church? Like Saints and Jesus and Mary and all that?” “Yeah.” His eyes met mine.“So you’ll come?” “No way.” “What?!” He sounded hurt. “Why not?” “I don’t trust you. And why would I anyway?” “If you do, my Saturday nights will belong to you. And, I’ll help you score with that guy you were trying to impress.” “Oh, please!” I ...