The Boy Next Door (68 page)

He suppressed the urge to be chivalrous and amorous one more time.  He was going home in just two days.  This temptation would be over almost as soon as it started.  He had to remember that.

He dismissed himself politely, as he reflected Georgina’s own confusion and misplaced desire.  Maybe this was for the best.  Maybe sometimes being a hero means having great self control, just like the master once taught him.

IV

The knock on the door was light, almost as if the knocker didn’t want to be heard.  Kerrigan had been sleeping in a hotel that night, almost ready to leave this godless state and forget about his emotional wreck of a friend and his dying marriage.  He was only wearing underwear and hesitated on whether he should get dressed before he answered the door.  He decided to slip on a pair of slacks before he answered the door.

To his surprise, Georgina was standing there, eyeing him in confusion. 

“Georgina.  What’s wrong?”

She flinched and tears rolled down her face.

“What?”

“He hurt me.”

“
What
?”

“He was so scary, Kerrigan.  He didn’t hit me.  But he twisted my wrist.  He told me to say ‘Honey please’ one more time.  Honey please!”

Georgina laughed and cried in one deep exhale.  “He dared me to say it, grabbing my neck like he was going to kill me.  He’s insane.”

“Fucker.  I’ll kill himself myself.”

“No, don’t do that.  Just…just hold me for a moment.  Please?”

“Of course.”

He grabbed her in a firm hug and she calmed almost instantly, loving his firm but welcoming chest and his strong arms that caressed her into a feeling of safety.  He fought his inclinations, but felt his altruism fading fast.  What exactly was he staying faithful to?  What kind of an asshole has to hurt a woman to prove his point?

He hugged her close, still standing in the doorway, and caressed her head, dangerously close to succumbing to his urges.  A beautiful woman reaching out to him.  Needing his protection.  Yes, it was flattering.  And sure, she might just be using him to break her marriage bond and rebound with someone else.

But as he sniffed in her scent and craved her body heat, which glowed all over his skin, he asked himself whether that was such a disgraceful thing.  He almost glowered at the thought.  No man who treats a woman this way deserves fidelity.  He wants to kill me for protecting a victimized woman?  Let him come.  He might be surprised at what happens.

Kerrigan welcomed her inside but she hesitated.

“Look, nothing has to happen.  You can trust me.  I don’t want to score with you.  I just want to help a woman in need.  Come in and call someone—”

Georgina put her hands on his head and kissed him, surrendering to her own temptation.  His lips were soft and his jaw firm.  He had the body of a killer but the gentleness of a father.  When he kissed her he was so patient, so immersed in the moment.  Not at all reaching for her crotch, but enjoying a full kiss.

But she wanted more.  He wanted more.  They couldn’t deny what they felt.  And now at the crossroads of her marriage and future, one mistake was something they both felt they deserved.

They scooted each other backwards to the bed and fell down together, still kissing and looking into each other’s eyes.  His muscles were bulging and she couldn’t help but touch his shirtless chest.  Her heart raced as she reached over and caressed his tight abs and pectorals—a perfect body, a peak specimen.  He was beautiful in his own way.  Maybe more than her, she thought. 

“Are you okay?” Kerrigan asked, noticing her hesitation.

“I don’t know.  I keep wondering if I should be here.  If we should stop.”

“It’s okay.”

“I just…I don’t have any protection.  And Nicholas and I were trying to have a baby.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I don’t want an accident to happen and him to think…you know…”

“Don’t worry about it.  We can get you another room.”

“I don’t want another room!” she said.  “Just hold me.”

He put his arms around her and calmed her racing heart.  She fought her attraction as best she could, but the sooner she was relaxed the more she felt the urge to touch his chiseled body.  At first she touched his stomach, so firm and so hard.  Then she moved up, putting her hands on his chest, tracing the line of his thick pectorals.  Then to his shoulder and neck.

The feeling of her hands on his body enflamed him with desire and he rubbed his body closer to her, loving the feeling of her hands touch him.

“I want you,” she whispered, too embarrassed to admit it loudly, but desiring his touch and wanting more. 

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered back, slowly inching up to her blouse.

“I want you.  I don’t know about tomorrow.  But right now, I want you.  I love the way you touch me.  Your strength.  Just the way you talk…so…so…”

“You like that?” he said, tightening his grip on her head as he kissed her.

“Yeah.”

“Come here.  You let me take care of you.”

His voice turned her on and she cooed just at the sound of his sexy command, as he unbuttoned her blouse and leaned her back on the bed.

“Mmmm…kiss me.”

He unbuttoned her blouse completely and threw the ends open, putting his hot and moist lips on her tummy.  She sighed deeply as their skin connected, craving his attention.  He moved his hands up, tracing a path for his lips and then left wet mini-kisses all the way up to her pink bra.  She shuddered and panted in excitement as he rubbed his lips on her cleavage, loving her scent and the delicate curves of her body.

“So beautiful,” he said softly, unashamed to let her know how badly he craved her. 

“Aaahhh…kiss me.  Kiss me there.”

He pulled the bra cups down and brought her breasts out, bringing her shy nipples out in the open, into the dim light.  He suckled Georgina’s right nipple until it was hard and she panted, making a lovely chanting noise.

“Uh, uh, uh…that feels really good.”

“How long has it been, beautiful princess?” he said as he sucked her left nipple, loving the feeling of her getting tighter in his mouth.

“Mmmm…not like this.  I love the way you kiss me.  So tender…”

“Take it off,” he said, helping her shift upwards so she could reach around.

She unhooked her bra as she sat above her kissing her neck and holding her body close.

She leaned back and gasped as she desperately clung to her breasts, kissing each side, letting her skin quench his thirst.  He grabbed her hands and held her tight, letting her feel his power.  She sighed in heat, loving the way he flexed his arms—the way she could feel his strong muscles take control.  He unbuttoned her pants and helped her slide them off, revealing a matching pink pair of panties.  He rested her hands on her lap and caressed her pelvis, kissing her lips once again.

Kerrigan pulled down her panties, exposing a thin line of pubic hair and then her shy lips.  He kissed her thighs and her underbelly area, just short of her clit. 

She reached down and stopped him.

“No.  I want to feel you inside of me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just…pull out before.”

“Don’t worry.  I can control myself.”

“Of course, Master.”

He laughed, relishing in the title.  He took off his pants and underwear and sat up on his knees, handing her his big cock.  She caressed his member around the ridge of his head until it grew in her hand.  She sighed at the erotic feeling, admiring his girth. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“Mmmm, I’m shy,” she whispered.

“All the more reason to say it.  Say it out loud.”

He reached over and kissed her cheek then her jaw and down further to her neck, each kiss intoxicating her and making her breathe deliberately, gasping for breath…

“I want you…to f-fuck me…”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I want you to
fuck
me.”

“That’s right.”

He crawled atop of her and grunted in heat as she spread her legs, welcoming him closer. 

“Aaahhh,” he repeated, this time surlier, as he felt her wet pussy envelope his dick, tightening the grip and inviting him deeper. 

“Mmmmm…yeah come on in.”

“Oh God,” he said, surprised at how dizzingly hot her pussy felt.  He had been with hot women before but never a Black princess.  She really was a new level of hot and sweet, he decided as he shuddered quietly, feeling his length go inside.  “Yeah…”

“Mmmm put it in deeper.  Deeper.  You like that?” she said, spreading her legs wider and giving him more shifting room.

“Oh God…be quiet…you’re making me…”

He almost lost it.  Her pussy was so sweet and warm he was having trouble holding back.  There was something animalistic, primal, about his attraction to her.  Every touch he gave her, every thrust he made her take, felt so wrong.  Forbidden.  Dirty and filthy.  But somehow completely right.  He shifted harder and kept a rhythm going as he withdrew his cock and then planted it in deeper.

“Awww!” she cried out, shoving her pelvis upward to meet him and give even more friction.  “Ohh God!”

“You take that cock.”

“Yes, Master!  Mmmm put it in me deep.”

“Ungh!” he growled, losing himself in the heat of the moment and getting overwhelmed at how wet her pussy was as he kept sliding back in and out with ease. 

His shaft hardened and spasmed.  He held back his excitement, careful not to give too much or lose control.  That wasn’t becoming of a master.  He had to withdraw and bring her this close to orgasm…but not all the way.  Maybe he could withdraw just as she was hot and boiling and then lick her clit until she came.  That was the plan.

“Aaahhh!” Kerrigan cried, almost as intensely as if in class where he dispensed blows to his students.  This woman was his fantasy and too hot to handle.  Her pussy was vibrating with pleasure like he had never felt before.  Her creaminess was calling him back and each time he thrust in deeper, the harder it was to pull out.  “Let’s change positions…”

“No.  Keep going.  Keep fucking me!  Ohhh Ker—Oh!”

“Let’s just change…”

She couldn’t even hear him protesting.  She was into the moment and her voice was moving higher even as her body writhed beneath him, matching his own thrusting rhythm.  “Fuck!  Keep fucking me!”

“I just…need to…”

He sighed and tried to inhale deeply to regain control.  But smelling her wet intimacy was almost too much.  Then she started groaning hard and fast, her orgasm building and sounding like music to his ears.  She was on the brink.  He needed to pull out.

But damned if she would let him.  She let him thrust in deeper and grabbed him tight, wanting to feel every thrust.

“Ohhh I gotta get out!  Gotta…OH FUCK!”

Kerrigan began spasming and opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to pull out.

“Ohhhh shit!  I’m cumming too!” she said, watching him as he squirmed out of position and leaned back, pushing her away.

“Ohhh fuck!”

Kerrigan held tight as long as he could and managed to pull his leaky cock out of Georgina before he exploded.  He shot a whole barrel of hot cum all over her belly, and then another hot load down to her patch of pubic hair.  He groaned hot and hard as he held his cock in his hands, shooting out everything the big boy had inside of him.  He collapsed on the bed and sighed deeply.

Georgina also orgasmed, and loved the feeling of being basted in his juices.  She giggled as he fell over to the side of the bed and breathed slowly, trying to regain the control he lost in an instant.

But then she panicked.  “Fuck.  Fuck…”

“What?”

She eyed him in confusion.  “Did you just come inside of me?”

“What?  No.  I pulled out.”

“Then why am I filled with your jizz?  I can feel it dripping out.”

“Oh.  Well…”

“Holy shit…”

“You’re on the pill, aren’t you?”

“No, honey.  I told you we were trying to get pregnant.”

She grabbed her forehead in frustration.

“Uh oh.  But…how could it be?  I came outside.”

“All it takes is one!  Just one sperm, man!”

“Shit…”

She stared at him in anger then disbelief then almost a fit of sadness.  “Did you just get me pregnant, Kerrigan?”

“Fuck me.”

“I just did.  And look what happened.”

“Ummm…well let’s hope that my sperm are weak,” Kerrigan said with a panicky smile.

“You eat a lot of junk food?”

“Never.”

“Fuck.  I’m going to have your baby.”

“You…you got to be kidding, right?”

“Oh God…I already feel weird.  I feel really weird.  Did you just fucking cum in me, Kerrigan?!”

Georgina’s mouth dropped and she shook her head.  “What the fuck am I going to tell my husband?!  My psycho drunken raging husband who already threatened to kill me?”