Lust

A Request

Trope: Neighbors to Lovers

Lydia and Leon

Lydia cursed and turned off the kitchen faucet that had just finished dousing her in water. Just add it to the list of things that were wrong with this piece of shit trailer! It seemed that no matter how much she took care of it or kept up with the yearly maintenance, it was always in a constant state of nearing decrepit. Leon had managed to help her fix the AC last week and that was a miracle in itself; the man was a godsend for sure. Maybe he knew something about misbehaving faucets? Brushing back her chestnut hair that was now wet and sticking to her forehead, she pulled out her phone and dialed him. Please pick up, she begged to herself. 

"Hey, it's Leon, leave a message."

Fuck. "Hey, Lee, it's me; I know you just fixed the Air Conditioning, but I was wondering if you knew anything about plumbing? Kitchen faucets to be more specific," she sighed, "If you have anyone in mind that might know something too that's fine, I just don't want to be soaked from head to toe every time I need to do the dishes," she chuckled. "Thanks, bye!" She hung up and let out an exasperated sigh. She had to get out of this dump. Lydia had spent the last eight months trying to remodel this trailer, and the outside actually looked pretty decent, but the internal problems remained the same: shitty plumbing, wonky electrical, and creaky floors that drove her absolutely crazy. 

Lydia cursed again and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. She'd been working in the flower bed all afternoon and had wanted to wash off her hands when her faucet went rouge, spraying her with ice cold water. Now, all she wanted was a nice shower to rinse off the dirt and sweat of the day. Please let nothing be wrong with this faucet, she begged to whoever might be listening. Thankfully, everything worked perfectly, and she was able to take her time to try and wash the stress away. Lydia knew there was only one way she would be able to fully relax.

Sliding down the newly tiled shower, her ass hit the floor, and she spread her legs slowly as if there was someone she was spreading them for. Leon. Closing her eyes, she envisioned his face, square jaw, thin lips, blue eyes that were like two eternal pools of lust she could swim in. He was looking at her-at her pussy-in hunger. She slid her hand down to tease her slid, the water mixing with her slick folds as she played. Circling her clit, she breathed a small sigh and tilted her head. Would he kiss her lips? Suck on her neck as he fingered her? God, she wanted everything he would give her. It was almost as if she felt his hands on her, guiding her fingertips to her entrance as her other hand continued its slow, torturous pace on her clit. 

Her pussy began to stretch around her two fingers as if it were Leon's cock she was taking into her. She moaned as he entered her fully, his pace quickening with her fingers. "Oh, God," she moaned, her muscles already beginning to tense with the pleasure of being with him. "Leon!" He was pounding into her now, using her pussy in a way she had craved for some time; rough, but sweet as he trailed his lips over her skin. She could feel her climax fast approaching and she didn't fight it, letting the waves of euphoria crash over her like an untamed ocean tide. 

Once she turned the water off and stepped out, she wrapped a small towel around herself and moseyed back to the kitchen to take another look at the faucet that had so brutally assaulted her earlier. Rounding the corner and shaking out her hair, she lifted her gaze and stopped in her tracks. There, standing over the sink, was Leon, his eyes lit with an expression she had only seen two other times before from him. There had always been a silent longing there; stolen glances and thick tension...and now it seemed to be coming to a head.

"Leon," she breathed out, clutching the towel a little tighter. She took in his tall form, his hand bracing on the counter, jaw ticked to the side. His blonde hair was swept messily about his head from combing his fingers through it.