Page 14 of Love Next Door
I moved in the direction of the music and saw that the door was open. I peered inside, expecting to see July, but he wasn’t in that room. I stepped inside and looked at the controls on his system.
They said that you should do what you’re going to do and ask for forgiveness later. I found the volume button and turned it down to what I deemed an acceptable level. I wondered if he was in the shower, but when I made my way out of the room, I heard a groan. It sounded like someone was hurt.
“July?” I called again as I headed in the opposite direction.
I hesitated at the door of the master bedroom. The door was mostly open, and just when I realized that it wasn’t someone who was hurt, but it was the TV, it was too late. My mouth dropped open as I saw a woman on her knees, giving a man head.
A gasp fell from my lips as surprise took over my insides. I was frozen in place, unable to move even as his dark, hooded gaze fell on me. No matter how hard I willed myself to move, I seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move my feet.
My eyes fell to his lap. Ink covered his entire body, down his chest and arms to his thighs and legs. July’s tattoos were beautiful, but the most beautiful part of his body was that unblemished specimen between his thighs. The one that his tattooed hand slowly stroked up and down as I stared.
Mesmerized by the sight of the angry, reddish-brown head and the dark, blue-black erection, my tongue flickered out and licked my bottom lip. The veins in his dick thickened like tightly coiled rope.
“You can take a lick.”
His words caught me off guard but were also the catalyst to forcing the wind back into my lungs.
“July.”
“Abril.”
He said my name the way that it was meant to be spoken with a Spanish accent. No one but my parents and siblings spoke it that way. Everyone emphasized the “A” to make it a long “A” sound rather than ah-BREE-l, the way it should have been pronounced.
My heart lurched, and excitement twisted my belly.
“Abril,” he spoke again in a thick, guttural tone.
The woman on the TV moaned loudly, and when I looked at the TV again, I noticed she had changed positions. She was still on her knees but no longer facing the man. He was fucking her up the ass.
July’s jaws clenched, his eyes narrowed, and the speed of his hand grew with intensity.
“Abril,” he repeated through clenched teeth.
Cum spewed forth from the head of his dick, and my feet finally came unglued. I spun around and ran out of the apartment and back to my own. I locked the door and leaned against it, waiting for my racing heart to calm down.
After ten minutes, when he didn’t knock at my door, fear seeped out of my bones, and my feet propelled me to my bedroom. I opened my nightstand, removed the item from within, and climbed onto the bed.
I closed my eyes for several long seconds as I recounted the scene in my head. With my pussy pulsing below, I pulled my shorts down and spread my thighs. I clicked the button on my Rose and slowly slid it between my wet flesh.
I pulled my teeth between my lips as I thought about what I had seen. Thinking about the way July called my name and how sexy he looked when his cum spilled over his hand, I pressed the Rose deeper into my slit before dragging it back up and circling my clit.
My body tightened with the pleasure from the Rose and the sexy memories I conjured. Within minutes, every nerve endingbecame alert as my orgasm ripped its way through my belly and exploded through my pussy.
“.. .ride me slow. Ride me long. Ride me hard. Any way you want to ride me, baby, just ride. Just ride.”
I heard noise and rushed to the door. I peered out the peephole and saw July inserting his key. He was still singing as he stepped into his apartment and closed the door. Jealousy filled my insides as I wondered who had him singing Solemn’s latest song, “Let’s Ride.”
Every night before my shower, I played with myself and rubbed one out to the memory of his hypnotic gaze and intoxicating voice calling my name. The image of his cum erupting from his dick over his hand was powerful enough to make me explode.
I headed into my bathroom and turned on my shower. The water pressure changed halfway through my shower. I finished and closed my eyes.
I imagined once more that he was masturbating. I quickly oiled my body and threw on an oversized CSU shirt and some biker shorts, before I slid on my flip-flops and rushed to his apartment.
“Coming!” I heard him call out when I rang the doorbell the third time. The light at the peephole disappeared and turned dark. I bit the inside of my cheek in satisfaction as I pondered what I was about to do.
“Hey,” July greeted in a thick voice. My eyes dropped to the butter yellow towel around his waist that protruded with a happy erection.
His dark chest was covered in a myriad of tattoos, soft swirls of hair, and droplets of water. I licked my lips and looked up and into his eyes.
