Love Thy Neighbor (25 page)

He chuckles, “Open the door.”

Leaning back on the door, I check my nails
and state, “No.”

Silence then, “Why not?”

I turn to the door and poke it as if I would
be poking Ash’s chest. I snap, “I smell something fishy here! Why
didn’t you just break in like you always do?”

Silence then, “I thought it might make your
highness mad seeing as she kicked me out yesterday morning.”

This is quite possibly a reasonable answer.
Still unsure, I ask, “What do you want?”

He answers, “I brought you a gift.”

No way! Retreat! It’s a trap!

I don’t say a word. I’m sure this is some
joke. I yell out, “Is this some kind of joke?”

He says, “Nope. I got you. You got me. We’re
even, so if you got any more pranks up your sleeve, call ‘em off. I
don’t wanna spend another morning scraping fuckin’ pancakes off the
ceiling.”

I can’t help the chuckle that breaks free. I
tell him through my chuckles, “Okay. Well, leave it at the door
then.”

He utters, “I really wanted to show you how
to use it, but…okay.”

Listening through the door, I hear his
apartment door close. Still uncertain if this is a trick, I open
the door, snatch up the small white box and slam the door shut in
record time. I narrow my eyes at the box and turn it every which
way to get a better look at it. The packaging gives nothing
away.

What if you open the box and there are bugs
in it?

The bastard! I put my ear to the box and
shake it. Doesn’t sound like there are bugs in it. Doesn’t sound
like there is anything in it. The box is light as a feather. I sigh
at myself as my curiosity gets the better of me and I open it
hesitantly. There’s a small vile of orange colored liquid in the
very center. On closer inspection, the vial has Chinese writing on
it. Considering I don’t speak or know any Chinese, this doesn’t
help me. I have no idea what I’m looking at.

Just as I pick up my cell phone to text Ash,
the phone chimes in my hand. It’s a message from Asher and I
chuckle because I forgot I changed his name in my phone to ASSer. I
open it and it contains a link to a website. I click the link and
see a picture of the exact vial I have in my hands. I scroll down
and read the information. The vial contains an old Chinese remedy
which is used as massage oil.

Scrunching my face, I hold the vial close to
my nose and sniff. It smells sweet like vanilla.

There isn’t enough oil in the vial to have a
full body massage. There’s barely enough in there to massage a
foot. I read on and when I get to the part that describes the vials
contents as
intimate pleasure oil
, my eyes widen in
interest.

Oh, it’s
that
kind of oil!

Skimming through the rest of the page
information, I get to the end of the page and almost run down the
hall and into my room to try this stuff out. It said it takes
around twenty minutes for it to start working and that you only
need to use a single drop on your pleasure center. Opening the
vial, I hold out my index finger and place a single drop on it.
Rubbing my thumb and finger together, I shimmy out of my pants and
underwear and massage it into my ‘
pleasure center’
. Not a
minute passes before I feel tingling down below.

Starting to feel antsy, I move my ass into
the kitchen and walk around. A few minutes of doing nothing but
walking around, starts to make me even antsier. The tingling
between my legs is so intense my face is flushed bright red, my
heart races and my breathing heavies. It almost feels like I’m
going to have an or-

“Oh, God! Oh my Goddd! Shit! Fuck! Jesus
Christ!” I hold onto the counter for support. My legs shake and my
eyes roll back as I come hard. From doing nothing.

This oil shit is the shit!

On jelly legs, I walk to my room and flop
backwards onto my bed. I’ve officially forgiven Ash for whatever
the fuck I was pissed at him about. Walking around in only a tee, I
quickly put on a pair of underwear, grab my keys and head next
door. I unlock the door, breathing heavily and walk into Ash’s
place.

There he sits behind one of the computer
monitors stroking his cock and with a moan I fall to my knees. The
tingling between my legs intensifies. He smirks like the ass he is.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Crawling over to him, I
look up at the monitor and gasp.

That’s my bed. In my room. That’s my bed in
my room!

I choke out, “You’ve been watching me?”

He nods and smiles, “The cameras were for
safety…of course.”

Another orgasm isn’t far behind. I turn my
flushed face up to him and beg, “Please fix me!”

He shakes his head and tuts, “I’d love to. I
really would.” Leaning down, he grips the back of my neck and says
huskily, “But you didn’t ask me nicely.”

I moan, “Please, Asher! Please fuck me! Oh
God, please!”

Already lowering his pants, obviously
mollified, he says softly, “That’s my girl.” Walking around me, he
kneels behind me and tightly grips my ponytail. He leans over me
and whispers into my ear, “Buckle up.”

In one fell swoop, he pulls down my panties
and thrusts into me. Gasping for breath, I come again. He growls
and thrusts into me over and over. He states, “You were naughty.
Naughty girls get punished.” I shriek when he slaps my ass. The
tingles intensify and I whimper.

Not again!

He spanks me while thrusting into me and I
cry out, “I can’t take anymore, Ash! You need to stop!”

Gripping my hair tighter and pulling it back
to expose my throat, he says in perfect calm, “You
will
take
your punishment tonight or we’ll do this all over again night after
night until you ride it out.”

Holy fuck, it turns me on when he gets like
this! I know what he says isn’t an empty threat and it’s not like I
actually want to stop.

Can you die from a pleasure overload?

Without warning, I come again. I shriek and
moan. My legs shake while my eyes roll back. Ash wraps an arm
around my stomach for support and pounds into me. His balls slap my
clit with every thrust and a few seconds later I come again.
Squealing and sobbing all at once, I yell out, “I’m sorry! I won’t
do it again!”

Ash pants, “Do what?”

I cry out, “I have no idea!”

Ash chuckles before he groans long and hard.
Pulling my hair, he leans over me to whisper in my ear, “Fucking
beautiful when you lose control. You are perfect. Take it, baby.
You want my come?”

“Yes! Give it to me!” I yell out.

He groans. “Here it comes, baby.”

He grinds his crotch against mine and I moan
long and low. He snaps, “Give it to me, Nat!”

And my traitorous body does. This orgasm is
so intense it hurts. I sob through it and hear Ash say, “Here it
comes, girl.”

His body stiffens and he groans with every
jerk of his orgasm. After a moment, he walks away from me, leaving
me a panting mess on the floor. I look over at him as he wipes the
wetness away from his thighs. I guess I came a lot. A whimper
breaks free from my throat when the tingles start again. Ash opens
the fridge, takes a carton out and brings it to me. He asks, “You
read the instructions, babe?”

Whimpering, I nod. He sighs and says,
“Obviously not good enough.”

He pours something cool over my ‘pleasure
center’, which has officially overloaded. Using his hand, he gently
washes me and the tingles stop. I cry out, “Thank you, God!”

Ash chuckles and holds up the carton to show
me. It’s milk. I squawk, “Milk?”

He raises his brows and nods. Like
I’m
the stupid one! Exhausted and sated, I whisper, “Sweet
baby Jesus, that was something else.”

Pushing my hair out of my face, he says, “No
more demon witch lady?”

I cringe, “Nuh uh. Nope.” I close my eyes
and Ash lifts me. Unable to open my eyes, I feel him lower me onto
something soft. I assume it’s his bed. He climbs in next to me and
takes hold of my hand. Kissing my brow, he whispers, “Goodnight,
pretty girl.”

Half asleep, I whisper, “Night, Ash. Love
you.”

Then promptly pass out.

***

Waking earlier than I expected, I look over
at a sleeping Asher.

No more nightmares. Yay!

Smiling, I stretch and slip out of bed. I
walk over to the kitchen and get a glass of water. I make my way
back to bed and my heart swells watching him sleep. He looks at
peace. Too bad I have to do this.

I pour the contents of my glass over his
head. Ash coughs and sputters. He looks up at me like I’ve gone
cuckoo bananas and says, “Fucking devil woman! What the fuck?”

Matter-of-factly, I tell him, “That’s for
putting cameras in my place and watching me without me
knowing.”

His face actually loses some of its steam
and he opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off by
kneeling on the bed and kissing him deeply. His argument forgotten,
he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. Pulling away
slightly, he says, “Wait. I have to know something.”

I look up at him and nod. He says, “Do you
love me?”

And I almost choke. My face flushes and I
squeak, “What?”

He runs a hand through his hair and tells
me, “Last night when you were falling asleep, you said you loved
me.”

Oh shit. Mother fucking sleep talk! Look at
what you did?

I sputter, “I- ah- I’m not- What I mean is I
don’t kn-”

Taking hold of my hand, he says softly,
“Loving someone’s not a bad thing, right?”

He’s genuinely asking me like he doesn’t
know.

This makes me sad.

Squeezing his hand, I cup his cheek and
confirm, “No, sweetie. Loving someone can be a really good
thing.”

He nods and avoids my gaze when he asks
again slowly, “So, do you, ya know, love me?”

I don’t answer for a long while. Fear of
rejection creeps up my chest and into my throat. Ash looks so much
like a child right now. Unsure of himself and a little naïve. I
kiss his lips and say against them, “Yeah, baby. I love you.”

Pulling back from me and looking me in the
eye, he rambles, “Okay. Okay, good. This is nice. I mean, I feel
nice. Yeah, okay. This is okay.”

Hmmm, not the answer I was expecting. Nor
the one I was hoping for.

This makes me even sadder.

My heart hurts.

Ash doesn’t love me back.

Putting on a brave face, I smile at him and
move to get up. With furrowed brows, he pulls me back to him and
whispers, “Never made love before.”

Leaning forward, he kisses my stunned and
lax mouth. I lean back and ask, “What’s happening here?”

He smiles. “I get that you don’t get it
yet.”

I whisper wide-eyed, “Get what?”

His brow furrows but he softens it with a
smile. “That you’re my girl.”

I’m stunned. I whisper, “I don’t know what
to do with this new information.”

His lip twitches as he responds, “Just hold
onto me and ride the wave, babe.”

Blinking once, twice, I respond on a
whisper, “Okay.”

He lowers his face to mine and kisses me
again. A new type of kiss. A gentle, loving kiss.

“This is new for me, so be patient. I’m
bound to fuck up once or twice,” he explains.

Nodding slowly, I circle his neck and place
my mouth against his. He moans into my mouth and pulls me into him.
His arms wrap around my back and he strokes me sweetly with every
kiss. His lips are like wine and I’m feeling love drunk. Reaching
for the bottom of his tee, I lift it up and over his head. He does
the same to me and for the first time, we don’t take our eyes off
each other. This time it’s different. We take our time exploring
each other and removing items of clothing til we sit opposite each
other naked. His hand reaches out and I curve my face into his
touch. His eyes are hooded with lust but there’s more there. I
can’t quite put my finger on it.

Moving back from me, Ash sits in the center
of the bed with his back to the heardboard. He holds his hand out
to me and with a small smile, I take it. When I’m close enough, he
lifts me and adjusts me to straddle him. I sit on his thighs and
move slightly so his cockhead kisses my folds. I rock against him
and he groans, wrapping his arms around me. Never closing his eyes,
he captures my lips in a deep and sensual kiss.

If I ever had doubts before, I take them all
back. I can safely say I am in love with Asher Collins.

I’ve never seen this side of him before. I
doubt anyone has.

This thought makes me head-over-heels
happy.

Unable to stand the imaginary distance any
longer, I lift myself, move forward a little and sink down onto
him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him and with my feet
planted on the bed, I lift and drop. Slowly. Almost slow enough to
be classed as torture.

Getting into a rhythm, Ash drops his hands
to my ass and squeezes. I hold his face in my hands and search his
face for some clue to what he’s feeling. He doesn’t give much away,
but I see he’s looking at me differently. Tenderly.

I like it.

Changing it up, I lower myself onto him and
grind back and forth. He groans and grips my ass tighter, warmth
spreads through my belly and my pussy clenches.

Almost there.

I don’t ever want this to stop. The feelings
that charge through me right now are strong and empowering. I love
that we’re discovering something unknown together. The tingles
start and I whisper, “Love you, Ash,” before taking his mouth in
deep, wet kisses. He returns my kisses enthusiastically and thrusts
up into me. He moans as I start to come and pulls me down into his
body. Without a word, he stills and I feel his cock jerk in me.

High on bliss, I lean my forehead onto his
shoulder and hug him tight. He wraps his arms around me and kisses
my shoulder once, twice, three times. “So that was making
love?”