The Neighbor

Chapter 3 - Negan's POV

You couldn't tell her about Lucille. You just couldn't. Not yet. It was too painful. So you'd cut yourself off and brought her down to see your Harley. Her less than impressed reaction dampened your excitement a little, but persevering, you'd managed to get her on the back.

Now here she was, straddling you from behind, stroking her thumb across your belly. Your cock twitching in your pants, at the sensation of having her wrapped around you. Fuck sake, chill the fuck out man.

When you'd seen her through the window the day you'd moved in, you'd thought you were in luck, with the look she was giving you. Unfortunately you'd figured out over the next couple of days, that the dude who came home at night was her husband.

You'd held off for a few days, but once you'd settled in, you took a little walk round the neighbourhood to introduce yourself. As you walked up the driveway to her house, you had started to feel excited about seeing her up close. Even if she was married, she was the only hot lady that lived in this damn neighbourhood.

As she'd opened the door, all you had seen were nipples. Fucking beautiful, perky, tight nipples. Your dick had nodded its appreciation, and you'd had to force yourself to tear your eyes away. Offering to massage her feet was probably a foolish move, but the noises she'd made as you'd gently rubbed them, had haunted you for the past week. You'd continued rubbing them for a long while after she fell asleep, unable to let go. The little contented sighs she was making as she slept were like music to your cock, which was impatiently straining against your pants the whole time. All those things combined had kept your imagination busy, and you'd waited just about as long as you could before making up the bullshit decorating excuse to get her round to your house.

So now, with her wrapped around you while you rode your Harley, you weren't sure what to do next. She'd relaxed her grip a little since you got going, but that had only served to allow her fingers the freedom to roam across your torso, driving you a little bit crazy. You weren't sure if she was even aware she was doing it, but either way, it felt fucking awesome.

Slightly lost in the fuzzy pleasurable feeling of having legs and arms wrapped around you, you bumped down a pot hole, shifting her body impossibly close to your back. You could feel a fierce heat at the base of your spine, and the thought of her hot, wet, pussy pressing against you was enough to fully stir your dick. Unfortunately, the force of the movement had also caused her hands to slide further down your torso, so now, her fingers were resting on the top of your very eager cock.

Glancing over your shoulder, you couldn't see her face, but you were pretty sure she was burying her face in your back with her eyes clamped tightly shut. "Sorry 'bout that. It was just a pot hole, nothing serious. You okay, sweetheart?"

"Mmmhmmm." She mumbled, as you felt her shift her body against your back. The heat from her core spreading over your lower back. Her fingers had left your cock now and were back to gripping your belly for dear life, only now, it felt like she was digging her nails in to your stomach, and that was doing nothing to help rid you of your hard on. Your dick was throbbing painfully, constrained by your pants, and you needed to find a place to pull over. This is getting fucking dangerous.

As you slowed to a stop, her grip altered again, and you took advantage of her loosened grip to take one of her hands in yours. Turning around slightly, you looked into her eyes, which were blazing with a fire you hadn't seen before. It made your chest tighten, and you grasped her by the shoulders to move her from behind, to in front of you, perching her on the fuel tank between your legs.

Removing her helmet, and then your own, you saw that her face was flushed, and the heat in her eyes was enough encouragement for you to crash your lips against hers. Half expecting her to pull back, you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face when she kissed you back, with just as much passion as you felt. Sliding your hands down her back, to her ass, then hooking them under her thighs, you hoisted her up and closer to you, so that your eager cock was nestled against her hot crotch.

You growled against her lips, as she rocked her heat against you, and you felt, rather than heard, the moan she made in response. "Fuck, baby. You feel awesome!"

"Ah, god! Aahh!

"Oh my god! What am I doing?!" She placed her hands on your chest and pushed herself away so forcefully that you had to grab her to stop her falling off completely.

"Hey. Calm down, sweetheart. It's okay."

"No. It's not! I'm married! I shouldn't be doing this! Oh god, what have I done? I..... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She was scrambling to get away, so you let her go. She stumbled just off the side of the road, before sinking down to her knees and putting her head in her hands.

Turning off the engine, you watched her shoulders shaking as she cried. Desperate to go and comfort her, but not sure that she'd want you to, you waited a couple minutes until she seemed to calm a little, and then walked over and sat on the grass next to her.

"Hey." Her tear streaked face looked up at you, and so forlorn was the expression on her face, that you thought your heart might break for her. "It's okay, beautiful. It really is. This doesn't have to change anything. As amazing as that kiss was, I can handle it being a one off."

"No Negan. It's not okay. I've never even looked at another man while I've been with Eugene. And yet here I am. You're all I can think about. You're all I've thought about since the day you moved in. You plague my dreams, and I feel like a giddy schoolgirl when I'm with you. Why IS that? How can I have gone from the perfect wife, to a person who behaves like this and kisses someone else, in the less than two weeks??"

Fuck.

Your ego inflated with her words, and you tried not to show that everything she'd said made you insanely happy, but instead dropped your eyes and took her hand in yours. "I don't know sweetheart. I really don't. But I know that one little incident doesn't mean the end of a marriage. I can stay out of your way if that makes things easier. That being said, maybe this is a wake up call. You already said you're not sure what you guys have in common anymore. Sometimes things just run their course. It's nobody's fault. It's just life."

You looked up to meet her sad gaze, "Take me home please."

"Sure."