The noise I should have recognized to be a lawn mower belongs to none other than my lovely neighbor.
But it’s not the interruption to my towel time that has me feeling hot all over and damp between my legs. It’s the view of Jaxon shirtless, pushing the lawn mower.
I have always laughed in my sister-in-law’s face when she’s made comments as to how hot it is seeing my brother doing chores around the house—one, because it’s my brother, but two, I’ve never believed that for myself. But holy guac-a-freakin’-mole, that man is straight sex on a stick in front of me.
I lean further to get a better view. I think I’m far enough away that he won’t see me creeping on him like a Peeping Tom. Although is it still a Peeping Tom if you’re looking out of the house versus looking into the house?
Jaxon pauses and grabs the shirt that’s hanging on the handle. He removes his sunglasses and wipes his face before placing the shades back on.
I imagine the sweat dripping down his chest, glistening and begging to be licked up with my tongue.
I close the blind back up and make my way back to my bed. The thrumming between my thighs continues to the same sound as the lawn mower outside.
I rub my thighs together to create some friction, however, it’s not relieving the ache.
I lie back on my bed and open the knot on my towel, revealing nothing but skin. Reaching over into my nightstand, I grab my teal bestie, aka my favorite vibrator. Guys may come and go, but this has been a constant for a few years. When I need a quick but powerful orgasm—because hey, sometimes you only have a few minutes when the urge strikes—this clitoral simulator toy is my go-to. The V-shaped tip surrounds my clit and sends tickling vibrations that have always guaranteed mind-blowing pleasure. Who needs a man when you have one of these?
No lube needed because just the sight of him has my thighs slick with arousal.
I hold the vibrator so that the two prongs are just on the outside of my clit. The first vibration sends a jolt up my spine. I let out a sigh of relief and continue.
The lawn mower cuts off abruptly as the buzzing of the vibrator fills my room.
I’m so lost in the feeling that I don’t hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs. My bedroom door slams open against the wall. My eyes widen in shock to see a shirtless Jaxon standing in my doorway, sweat fully dripping down his bare chest. What is he doing here? I should stop what I’m doing and cover up, but it just feels so fucking good. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and squirm against the toy.
A coy smile tips his lips upward. “I was knocking on the door, but now I see why you didn’t answer.” He stalks toward the bed. Pressing a knee on the edge of the bed, he looks at me as if he wants to devour me as his last meal. “Fuck, baby, look at you touching yourself. Does it feel good?” I nod.
“Spread your legs further, baby.” He scoots up closer on the bed. “I want to see how wet you are, how wet watching me made you.” His words send a fresh wave of wetness to coat my fingers. I listen and spread my legs a little more, but it’s not enough for him because before I can even blink, his rough palms are gripping my thighs and pushing them so far open, I can feel my lower lips on display, wetness gathering at my opening.
“Mmm,” we groan in unison. “Just like that.” He hovers between my open thighs and trails soft kisses, starting from my belly button and moving up between my breasts. “Seeing you like this has my cock so hard. Be a good girl and come for me, then maybe I’ll give you my cock,” he says against my bare breast. His tongue teases the tip of my nipple before doing the same to the other. The slight burn of his facial hair against my skin has me begging for me.
“Come for me, Kate.”
I shake my head. “No, not yet,” I pant. I’m so close but don’t want to give in to the pleasure yet. But the fire in his eyes tells me that his orgasm would just be the first of many.
“Do you always have to fight me, baby? Would you rather I force it out of you?”
I bite my lip as I press the button to increase the speed, and my breath quickens. Writhing against the toy and pressing it deeper against my skin, I press my head further into the pillow, and a moan slips from my lips.
“I said, come for me,” he commands.
I press the button to increase the toy to the highest speed, and my back arches off the bed. The orgasm barrels into me like a damn freight train, sending pulse waves of pleasure throughout my body. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted. I know my clit will be buzzing long after I turn the toy off. When I can’t take it anymore, one name leaves my lips: “Jaxon.”
I sink back in bed in a postorgasmic bliss—so what if I just jilled myself off to the image of my neighbor? People do it to the thought of celebrities all the time. Why can’t I do it to the bane of my existence? If there’s one positive for him living across the street, it can be content for my spank bank. Everything else is just meh.