My Mysterious Neighbor

Still don't know his name

Ella

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There on the front porch, he is standing as he gazes down at me. He doesn't say anything; he only raises a single eyebrow. It is a clear question, and I guess he isn't much of a talker either; besides, he didn't even tell me his name the first time we met.

"I am here to check up on you," I say nervously. I grip the edge of my crop top and wait for him to say something, anything. After all, I don't know what to expect from those lips.

"But I don't want you here," his voice is gruff and rough, which only implies he doesn't talk much or is just exaggerating.

"Am I not welcome?" I ask.

"No," is outright rude, if you ask me.

I am pissed off, but I don't show it; my face remains composed. "I am still coming. We are neighbors, and we barely talk, nor do we know each other's names. We are the only two in this area; the least we can do is get to know each other's names." I am not going to give up on him that easily.

"I am not interested, and I prefer to keep it that way."

At least I got him to talk.

I push forward, and I am determined to spend some time with him, whether he likes it or not. I am not going back now. I stop in front of him and stand, head to chest. He is quite tall, standing at 6'5, making my 5'8 look so short. What is he, a giant?

"I am a wolf, and I do bite," his voice has a cold edge to it. The roughness of it sends a cold shiver down my spine, the dangerous kind.

He is like the wind, a cool breeze that is calm before the big storm, and it's blowing in a direction unknown to me, yet I want to follow that direction. The thought of me following it excites me.

"Stop with your bluffing; your little jokes will not scare me, big bad wolf," I playfully hit his shoulder, smile, and walk past him, simply inviting myself into his home.

He stands there, watching me with calculative eyes. And thoughtlessly wander around. It isn't what I expected. To begin with, I didn't even know what to expect. But it is different from what I perceived it to be.

Modern style and clean, too clean.

Is he a clean freak too?

"No, I already told you who I am," he answers yet again.

I don't know why I keep saying my thoughts out loud like this.

He stalks right behind me. The entire time, I could feel his eyes burning into my skin. It gets itchy more like blazing wherever his eyes touch. His masculine, earthy scent engulfs me, swallowing me whole. I sigh in contentment. I could easily get used to this.

My index finger grazes the top of the nearest shelf. I rub my index finger with my thumb, and just like I expected, there is no speck of dust.

"What are you doing here?" he asks once more; he growls lowly, and it has me wondering if it is him or just something else.

I can feel him glaring daggers at my back. I shift the heat that's burning me with a desire I can't quite contain, not when he's looking at me like that. I continue to avoid his direct gaze, too afraid that if I gaze into those stormy gray eyes once more, I will fall too deeply and there will be no turning back.

I am a woman who is s*x-starved. Going a year without s*x has taken its toll on me. Jade might have been joking, but maybe she was right; I might have cobwebs down there. And right now, it feels like this intense itch that needs to be scratched.

He grips my arm and turns me around. The unexpected action makes me gasp, and not only that, but the electric shock that comes with it is so intense and yet delicious.

Just like that, I am staring into those stormy gray eyes. I was just swearing I wouldn't. My knees buckle and my eyes shut on reflex as I wait for the impact, but it doesn't come. He holds me; his arms are around my slim waist as he holds me plushly against his overly warm body.

My lips part as I get lost in those eyes I swore I wouldn't get lost in. It is at this moment that I know my resolve is slowly fading, fading into nothing.

"I caught you, kitten," he smirks; it looks more devilish than anything. But why am I amazed? Maybe it's the way his dark brown hair is sexily styled on top of his head.

I put my hand on his chest, only now noticing how light and transparent the material is. I am transfixed as I gaze at him and feel the muscles of his muscular body in the palm of my hand. All I want to do is explore every curve his body has—with my tongue, of course.

I am a mouthful, but right now I am quiet. The words are caught in the back of my throat.

"Cat got your tongue now, kitten," he teases me as he gives me a full grin. His minty breath fans my face.

"I am not a kitten," I protest.

I begin to back away from him, but he only tightens his hold on me, bringing me closer to him. He tilts his head and dips his head at the nape of my neck. He takes a deep breath while I just freeze. This man is unpredictable. But why am I getting wet?

"You smell so nice," his deep voice purrs.

It feels like he is massaging me in the right places with his words.

I squeeze my thighs together. He notices the action and lets out a low, dark chuckle. He is attentive, and every small action I take grabs his attention. I love it and hate it at the same time. This man is driving me crazy, and I don't even know his name.

His hand moves and takes mine in his. He begins to guide it and puts it over his exposed neck. Another gasp leaves my mouth at the sudden shock of our skin contact.

I try to pull away, but he doesn't let go.

"Why pull away when you are so wet for me? I know you are dying to have me between your legs. Your body is begging for it," something about the way the words tumble out of his mouth makes my body shiver.

"I don't want you. You are misreading my body," I finally speak after being quiet for some time.

"Oh, am I?" His lips widen, showing off his perfect set of white teeth.

Why does he have to be so perfect?

I nod, too afraid to even speak out because I don't trust anything that will leave my mouth at this point.

"Let's see then," he simply says.

His lips capture mine. My lips move against his like they were made for him. My body is on fire. Never have I felt this way before. This feeling can't compare to the way it was with my ex-boyfriend.

Our lips move in sync. Hunger and longing can be felt from that one single kiss. My hands move on their own accord and grip the back of his head, pulling his dark brown-styled hair and messing it up instantly.

He grunts and growls into the kiss, the feeling only making me feel even more bothered. He s****s my round ass hard, making me shriek out. Very unladylike. He takes advantage of that and shoves his tongue inside my mouth. It massages and explores every inch of my mouth. For some reason, my clothes feel too hot on my body, and I want them out.

A soft moan leaves my lips, and I grip the edge of his shirt. I want to feel his naked chest against mine, and these clothes are only getting in the way. His lips leave mine and land on my neck; he sucks on a spot that has a loud moan leaving my mouth. I didn't even know I had such a sensitive spot. I have only known this man for a short period of time, and he is already making me discover things about my own body that I never knew.

I begin to lift the shirt against his body, sliding up and revealing that nice, perfect tan skin. I am drunk on lust and past the stage of sanity. This is a feeling I want to stay drunk with. My body easily responds to his.

"Easy there, kitten," he smiles against my neck while his hand plays at the waistband of the sweatpants I have on.

"I don't want to take it easy," I moan. Who am I?

I am surprised these words are coming from my mouth.

His shirt is finally off and lying on the floor beside us. My hands roam his perfect abs, enjoying the feeling. This man is the definition of sexy.

His hands dip into my pants. They find their destination, and when his finger dips inside, my knees go slack once again. He chuckles out loud, and his reflexes are quick. He lifts me as if I weigh nothing. I lock my legs around his waist. Finding the nearest couch, he lays me there, and his hand returns to its previous task. I arch my back and moan loudly. His lips don't leave my neck, and the combination of his lips on my neck and his hands inside me, pumping in and out, drives me crazy to the point where I can't think anymore.

I am nearing o****m, and any second now I will explode. My head rolls back, as do my eyes. I feel a sharp pain in my neck as I sense his sharp teeth sinking into me. Instead of the pain I expected, it only intensifies the pleasure. Making me work harder than I ever have before.

I want to scream out his name, but I can't.

It is in this moment that I realize I still don't know his name.