The Men Next Door

Ch 15 - Campbell

Bondage had always intrigued me, and I was so down to test the waters with Brooks — but I wasn't quite ready to dive into the deep end.

First, I had to wade in the shallow part of the pool. You know that little alcove by the stairs, where the label on the cement says zero feet three inches? Yeah, we needed to start there. Dip our toes in, splash around, get used to the feeling of the water.

We'd still get wet.

I already was.

And when Brooks asked if that was the case, I couldn't even begin to deny it.

My neighbor wasted no time after seeing my eager nod. He scooped me up bridal style, and I demanded he put me down through my nervous, excited giggles. His only response was to slap my ass as he walked me to the bedroom.

Once we reached his bed, Brooks plopped me on the center of the mattress. His hands trailed down my legs to flip my dress above my hips, and I thanked past me for putting a little effort into my outfit that night. Slowing our momentum to yank off my jeans would've been a lot less sexy.

Brooks sat back and gazed down at me appreciatively. My heart nearly stopped when he licked his lips like I was his last meal and he couldn't wait to get a taste.

"You weren't kidding," he observed, running a finger up the damp material on the front of my panties. "I've literally had dreams about the wet spot you left on your sheets that first night."

I turned bright red and pulled him down by his shirt. I was going to explode before he even touched me if I didn't get a break from his dirty words, so I kissed him like my life depended on it. He responded just as eagerly.

It wasn't long before Brooks decided we still had way too much fabric between us. He sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head, and suddenly, I was on my stomach with my dress unzipped. He slipped it off — along with the rest of my clothes — then turned me back over to face him.

"Beautiful as always," he commented, straddling me over my thighs and looking down at my naked body.

Despite the compliment, I was feeling a little self-conscious under his watchful eye. I reached up to tug at the waist of his pants, hoping to take some of the attention off of me.

"Not yet, Cam," he warned. "The second those come off, I'll be inside you."

"I wouldn't mind," I breathed out.

Brooks smirked. "I would. I'm not done with you yet."

With that, he moved between my legs and put his mouth to better use. He focused on my clit just as he'd described on the couch, and I grabbed his hair to pull him closer to my core.

He wrapped a hand under my thigh and lifted my leg over his shoulder. One, then two fingers slipped past my entrance. They curled up to rub that delicious, spongy spot on my front wall, and I couldn't help but clench around him.

Brooks used his free hand to spread me open, and between his tongue and his fingers, I knew I was done for. My legs began to shake as he fell into a perfect rhythm, like my body was an instrument he'd been practicing for years.

"That's it, baby," he hummed against me. "Let it go."

The vibrations from his voice sent me over the edge. He kept licking and sucking until I'd ridden out the high, and when I finally caught my breath and stopped pulsing around his fingers, he moved up my body to kiss me.

I tugged at his pants again.

"Tell me what you want, Cam," he muttered against my lips.

"Take these off." My fingers dipped inside his waistband, but I couldn't make any real progress with him hovering over me.