The sun warmed my back as I climbed the three sets of stairs to The Neighbor’s door. It was barely 8 am and the morning chill was already beginning to fade. I slipped my key into the lock and turned the handle. He’d left the deadbolt unlocked for me.
I stole into his quiet space, kicked his shoes out of the way of the door and crept quietly across the apartment to his bedroom doorway. He lay tangled in his comforter, the ceiling fan whirred overhead.
I set my purse and keys down and cringed when they jingled. He didn’t stir. My zipper sounded like a roar as I undid my jeans; I quickly kicked off my shoes, followed by my cheap Target Harvard sweatshirt and climbed into bed with him. He continued to slumber.
I pressed my cold skin against his back and let his round ass fill out the cradle of my pelvis. He was a warm cloud and I clung to him and breathed him in, his entire backside pressed against me.
“Good morning, Hy,” he said to the window filling with light.
“Good morning, TN,” I whispered into his neck.
I stroked and scratched him and he stretched and purred, climbing his way out of a Lunesta haze. I pulled him over onto his back and grabbed his giant morning wood and began to gently pump it as it pulsed and flexed in my grip.
We didn’t say much; I let the silence wrap around me as I gently lured him to greater consciousness. I knelt between his knees and took him in my mouth. Soft, wet pulling. Soft, sweet moans. I kept at him imagining my greatest morning hope of his release into my mouth, but he stopped me and roughly grabbed my shoulders and pressed me down into the mattress.
“You are the best alarm clock ever,” he said, his gaze intense.
He was wide awake now.
I spread my knees and he plunged into me. Our eyes locked on one another like long lost lovers. No sentiment, just hunger.
He moved in me and I closed my eyes, felt him fill me to the brink. “God I fucking love your cock,” I moaned.
He pumped and ground and rode me like the little morning whore that I was. He curled into me and growled and I held on for dear life, then my ankles went up to his shoulders. Orgasm burst through me and I shook my head from side to side in desperate protest. A tear slipped out and ran down my cheek.
He stopped and I lay panting. He looked at me for a moment then lay to my side and put my legs over his hips. He was buried deep inside of me. “Use the *Doxy,” he said gently with a lift of his chin to the British magic wand that lay beside me.
“We haven’t done this in a while,” he added. It’s been almost a year since my Hitachi died.
I punched the On button and adjusted the speed to the middle setting and thought about Goldilocks and all her choices. I pulled the comforter between me and the buzzing head and instantly blasted off, my pussy stuffed full of his rock hard cock.
He thrust, just enough, and with each penetration I climbed higher until I fell off the fucking mountain with a yell and many expletives.
“Again,” he said the instant I landed.
I felt like saying, “Ok, Coach!” but only nodded instead and started the climb.
But two wasn’t enough for him, no, he coaxed 3 more from me. By the fifth, I was trembling, damp with sweat. His cock was as hard as ever, his hands filled with breast. I dropped the speed down to the gentlest and let my clit meet the challenge with less intensity.
His body nudged mine with a rhythm matching that of his alarm clock. In the past, fucking to his alarm reduced us to giggles. Not that morning. I ignored it and concentrated on the pulsing in my hole, the stretch and swell, and came with a boom a fifth and final time.
I hung on his cock, limp and satiated.
I turned to look at him, the treetops in the window a bright green. “And here I thought I was just going to give you a blowjob this morning; I had no idea I was gonna get some morning sex!”
He grinned and looked at his phone. “I really have to get up now. I have to be at work in 20 minutes.”
He pulled out and left the room for a minute. I laid in his bed feeling motherfucking lucky.
He came back in and helped me up and watched me as I got dressed. At his door, still nude, he gave me a kiss and a hug and I walked out into the bright morning light. When I turned around he was standing in his doorway.
The bright sun reflecting off the building nearly blinded me and I could only make out the dusky pink cock that hung like ripe fruit between his muscular thighs, his white body glowed from the shadows behind him.
I could tell he was smiling at me, watching me watch him.
“You’re beautiful,” I called as I started walking down out of sight. “And you can do that every time I leave in the morning!”
And he has.
[Ed. note: TN Tuesdays is a semi weekly meme which will share more of The Neighbor with my Internet Boyfriend. All photos have his approval before I post them. As always, he’s eager to see what you guys think and has requested that I share any comments.]
*Doxy post coming soon!