Page 11 of A Beary Nice View
Dell picks everything up before heading towards the front door. He puts on his shoes and turns back to me. He opens his mouth to say something, a flush rising up on his cheeks. He stumbles on his words a few times.
I don’t interrupt him, allowing him space to find the words he wants to say. When he finally does, I’m shocked in the best possible way.
“Keep an eye on my backyard,” he finally says, clearing his throat a few times. “There might be a repeat performance.”
I grab his wrist before he can run away. “Just so we’re clear, this isn’t some bullshit repayment, right? Because that’s not what I want.”
“No, no. Nothing like that,” he says quickly. “I just want to give you a show since I got one last night. Is that okay?”
I grin. “I look forward to seeing it.”
Dell lets out a shaky breath before leaving through my front door, heading back to his house. My stomach is a tangled knot of excitement and nerves. What could that adorable man be planning? Whatever it is, I have a feeling I’m going to love it.
As I drift back into my kitchen, I can’t stop sniffing the air, breathing in Dell’s scent. That sweet honey scent fills my houseand for a moment, it’s the only thing I can smell. It’s deliciously sweet, making my mouth water. I want to taste it straight from the source. Someday, I hope Dell will let me.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Now that Dell is back home, I find myself feeling a bit down and mopey. I miss him. I’ve known him for a few hours and somehow, I already miss him.
Jesus, I have got it bad. Is this because I’m a lonely bachelor who works too much? No, without a doubt, I know I’m feeling like this because Dell is special. We have a connection like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. I’ve heard people talk about true mates before. Could this be that? Could Dell be my true mate? The one destined to complete me?
I guess only time will be able to answer that.
As the sun starts to set, butterflies make themselves known inside my stomach. I’m a nervous mess of excitement. I can’t stop bouncing around the house, trying to find something to do until it’s dark enough to venture outside. I move from room to room, unable to concentrate on a single project before I’m moving again. I’m a mess.
Once the sky outside has turned dark, I head outside. I walk through the door slowly, listening for anything. The air is cool against my skin causing it to rise up with goosebumps. My heart is hammering in my chest so loudly I’m sure that if Dell is outside, he must surely be able to hear it.
I’m not sure where I should stand or what I should do. Will Dell be up at his window again? Should I go closer to the fence between our yards? Maybe I should have asked for more details.
Before I can really start to second guess this entire thing, I hear something come from Dell’s backyard. It sounds like a whimper. Immediately, my stomach floods with warmth and blood starts to travel south. That sound might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I walk over to my fence and now I can hear him even better. Dell is already outside, already doingsomethingto make himself whimper breathlessly. Jesus fucking Christ, he sounds so hot.
Finding a hole in the fence, I press my face to it, looking through. Gods, I feel like such a creep, but at the same time, sneaking over and watching him, despite the fact that we’re both on the same page, adds a layer of hotness to this whole thing.
I let out a groan as I finally get eyes on Dell. He’s leaning against the picnic table in his backyard, his right foot up on the seat, his left elbow on the top. His right hand is on his ass which is pointed directly at me, playing with a plug that’s wedged between his cheeks.
I lean so heavily against the fence that it lets out a long creak. Dell freezes, turning to look over his shoulder. There’s no way he can see me but still he looks around.
“Gods,” he hisses out. “It would be so awkward if someone was watching me,” he says, his voice coming out breathy.
I place my left hand at the top of the fence, holding on as I watch him. My right hand goes to my pants, opening them up so I can get my hand on myself. I know he can see my left hand peeking over the top of the fence, but he pretends like he doesn’t.
This whole game is so sexy I feel like my knot could pop just from watching. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m happy that I get to play like this with Dell.
“Oh,” Dell gasps out as he pulls the plug completely out, a splash of slick sliding down his crack and over his balls before dripping onto the ground below. Jesus Christ, he’ssowet. I wish I was over there. I wish I could be on my knees, licking every last drop before it could hit the ground. My mouth waters just thinking about it. “Fuck. That feels so good,” he says to himself before pushing the plug back in.
It’s so dark that I can’t see the details like I want but I take him in as much as I can. His body is lean but strong. His ass cheeksare perfectly sculpted and I wish I could get my hands on them. I want to squeeze them and see if they’re as muscular as they appear. He has fine, blond hair over his body and I want to feel if it’s soft or if it’s coarse like my own body hair.
I finally get my hand on myself, stroking my dick up and down, achingly slowly.
“Fuck,” Dell cries out, swirling the plug around as best as he can while it’s inside himself. He whimpers and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or frustration or a mixture of both. “It’s not enough,” he says to himself. “I wish there was an alpha here to take me. I need it so badly. Need a knot to plug me up.”
I bite my lip, trying to stave off the growl working its way up my throat but I can’t cut it off in time. I growl loud enough for Dell to hear and in response, I see him shiver with delight. Gods, I want to take him apart, piece by piece until all he knows is pleasure and Daddy. I want to give him everything. I want to make him feel so good while he’s hanging off Daddy’s knot.
Dell switches his position, sitting on the edge of the table so he can shift and rock back onto the plug inside of himself. Now I can see him in all his naked glory. Fucking hell, he’s beautiful.
Dell’s body is strong. He’s got a delicious treasure trail that leads down to his cock which is smaller and thinner than my own. I have a feeling I could get my entire mouth on it, swallowing down his entire length. My mouth waters again, thinking about how good that would feel for both of us. It’s dark out but I can swear his blush runs down the center of his chest. I want him. I want all of him. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been and I’m just watching him touch himself. What will happen if I can actually get my hands on him?
My cock aches as I stroke myself. I’m leaning against the fence, breathing heavily and jerking off while my neighbor touches himself. This should feel wrong but I’ve never felt anything more right.
