Lust Next Door - S01 E02

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Lust Next Door - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

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Connor Deluca liked the feeling of being liberated, free.

He was the oldest of 6 siblings, not including himself. His family was great, he had no complaints there. But his whole life he lived as the role model.

Connor's rebellious and free-spirited nature always contested this "role model" image his parents desperately wanted to force on him.

Hockey was his only vice. The only place where his fire and aggression was encouraged, and he could really be himself.

He excelled at the sport immediately at a young age. His parents were never too thrilled about the dangers, but that was the exact part Connor loved.

Ever since he was a teen he would hit on the girls giggling in the stands, and then hit his opponents on the ice.

He was a rowdy kid. Always getting into trouble, sticking his nose where it shouldn't. There was never a time he wasn't bruised or scratched.

And as he grew up into his teen years, all that stayed true. All that was new was now his head was stuck up girls skirts instead of stuck up in a tree.

Everything about hockey came naturally to him. So, when Connor was offered a full ride to play hockey at the best college in the state. He immediately took it.

His parents were just thrilled he was going to college.

Playing hockey for his college soon turned into him getting scouted his senior year. And before he knew it, he was playing for a professional team right after graduation. Connor could hardly blink before all this happened.

His parents were insanely excited for him, so was his siblings. His littlest sister, Honey, told him that he had to win all his game for her.

And that's exactly what he did. That's what he continued to do.

He hasn't lost a game yet and he hasn't broken his sisters promise, Connor sure as hell doesn't plan to break it any time soon.

He has been playing for his team for three years now, he's easily the best player in the league, being completely undefeated this season.

Even though Connor is insanely good at hockey, he's never let that get to his head. His team matters to him, and without them they wouldn't be undefeated or even as good as he was.

He owed everything he had to hockey. Especially his freedom. Because of hockey, he could buy his first house in Citrus Grove at 26, a million dollar house at that

Connor made sure to find a house located in the most secluded part of the community he could. His realtor delivered, landing him a gorgeous huge home nearly in a woods of the community. His was pretty sure both house next to him were vacant, or maybe he remembered his realtor saying an old lady lived to his right.

Whatever, something like that.

Regardless it wouldn't stop him from throwing his huge parties, like the one tonight.

He wanted his first night in his new home to be something to remember. He called his hockey team and invited them over, telling them to bring anyone and everyone they knew.

Connor invited all the people he knew and before he knew it people were spilling out the seams of the house.

After Connor's 4th shot of tequila and 8th beer the alcohol officially stopped tasting like anything. His smile fell easily on his face and his drunk eyes slurred hungrily over the scenes in front of him.

Dancing super models, the pool glowing with led lights, and an inviting roof; conveniently close to the deepest end of the pool.

It was as if someone was whispering in Connor's ear, "do it pussy."

And that was all the encouragement he needed.

Connor vaguely registered the scene of some chick in pajamas getting tossed into the pool as he walked by inside his home.

He climbed to the second floor and exited out one of the windows that led to the roof. Connor couldn't even hear his own words over the cheering of everyone. He smirked and took the final gulp of his beer before jumping in.

He was laughing hysterically as his buddies crowded around the pool. He effortlessly lifted himself up the side of the pool and out, his large defined muscles flexing against his tanned skin as he did.

"That was fucking crazy man." His best friend Joshua, who was also on the team with him, said as he grabbed his arm and roughly pulled him against his chest.

Conor smirked and sent a flirty wink at some hot girl ogling his wet body, "Waters great guys." He had stripped down to just his boxers that shamelessly had a large horse printed on it.

"But hey, Bruce told me some girl is here and is looking for you. She said she's pissed as hell." Josh remarked.

Connor threw a towel over his fluffy dark brown hair, he ruffled it a few times before resting the towel around his neck.

"Fuck me. Please tell me it's not Destiny? This is why I promise I'll never fucking have a girlfriend, I can't stand any girl after hooking up twice. They get all clingy and expectant." Connor made a face as they walked inside.

He grabbed a solo cup from some girls hand walking past, and chugged the rest of its contents. Josh shook his head, "that's cause you date these stuck up and bitchy models. But no. It's not Destiny."

"Thank god. I can't deal with her today. Or ever for that matter." He groaned and grabbed the bottle of wine from the gift basket his mother got him.

He jumped up onto his huge island, "All I wanna do is have fucking fun man!" Connor yelled as the head of the bottle was raised to his lips. He didn't waste a second and started to chug it, people turned and looked at Connor.

Their cheers and hoots only fueling the drunken fiery spirt inside him.

The red wine spilled from the lip of the bottle and dripped down his chin. His lips then started to sloppily chug the drink, letting a lot of the win drizzle down his neck and abs.

It looks like streaks of blood highlighting his tanned and chiseled figure.

After a moment he finished the bottle and panted, a stupid grin on his lips as everyone cheered. A string of concern started to knit Josh's eyebrows together. He took the empty bottle from the slurring Connor while he got down from the counter. How he didn't fall? Josh didn't know.

"Oh buddy, I think you should wash that off. You're gonna stain your horse boxers." Josh said knowing that would motivate him to actually do what he said and step away from the party for a moment.

Connor gasped and looked down as the red, "Shit, you're right! I'll be right back."

He walked over to his stairs and ran up to the second floor where the rooms were. He blinked against the spinning room and managed to stumble into a bathroom.

Connor had not registered the whole room to even know which one of his bathrooms he walked into. All he could think about was, water. I need water.

He went to turn on the sink when a voice sounded behind him, "what the fuck are you doing in here!"

Connor whipped around to see a women leaned over his tub, the end of her shirt lifted slightly in her hand exposing the soft skin of her stomach. She obviously just got done ringing the bottom of it out.

His eyes moved slowly down the curves of her body, he felt like the luckiest bastard in the world because her baggy clothes were wet and clinging to her skin, defining her figure.

He kept his gaze steady as he looked her up slowly. Her has a slim waist and curvy figure, she seemed radiate heat and desire. Making his eye glued to every part of her. He couldn't look away but his lust was broken when he finally connected his gaze with her face. And man she looked pissed.

A grimaced formed on his face, "You must be the girl." He narrowly remembered what Josh had said before.

"What? Whatever. This is seriously ridiculous. I came over here to tell you to quiet the fuck down and be considerate. And I got thrown into the pool by your asshat of a friend." She quickly pulled her shirt down and crossed her arms self consciously over her torso.

Connor couldn't help but smirk at the soft blush forming on her cheeks. He leaned back against the counter and stared at her. His normal brain was already extremely dirty. So the fact he was drunk his mind, without fail, wandered to hot places.

He raked his eyes over her face, wondering what her plump pink lips would look like pressed against the base of his hard length.

"Oh...okay. So you're also that girl that got thrown in the pool?" He chuckled and pushed off the counter walking closer to her.

Connor watched her eyes quickly glance down at his body before locking back with his, a dangerously red blush on her face.

"Can you at least pretend to give a shit." She spoke again but her voice was quickly losing its confident edge. It wavered as her eyes started to wander curiously.

He closed the gap between them a bit more, his chest filing up with desire as his eyes traced every curve of her body. He couldn't ignore the throbbing desire, that only seemed to grow in him the more he looked at her.

He put a hand on her waist and looked carefully at reaction. She shivered and her eyelids fluttered softly as a tiny gasp sounded on her lips. But she didn't pull away.

Connor grabbed her hip and pulled her roughly into his chest, his lungs breathing the hot air in like a drug. He lowered his face into her neck and inhaled the sweet smell of sugary vanilla. He groaned and dragged his tongue on her skin.

She hesitantly leaned into his body, as if fighting herself. He nearly lost it feeling her supple breasts pressed into him.

Connor leaned back from her neck, his lips inches from this mystery women's. His eyes fell to her lips and he mumbled finally to reply to her statement.

"I got to be honest babe, I don't really give a shit. And I'm not sure why you give a shit either. You came to the party no? Just leave." Connor stared deeply into her tantalizing eyes.

She scoffed and backed up against the wall quickly, her chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes fell onto her thighs as she squeezed them together.

He groaned and imagined his hands all over those soft thighs, dragging his tongue up the inner part.

"I can't just leave, and I didn't come here with any intent of joining the party. I'm your neighbor. I live in the house to your right." She spat out putting a hand on his chest to keep him at a distance.

Her soft hand on his skin was nearly enough to distract his drunk self from what she had just said.

But he froze.

"What!? You're my neighbor. I thought only an old lady lived on this street? These houses are supposed to be vacant." Connor sharpened his features and knitted his eyebrows together.

He watched the woman roll her eyes, "the elderly woman lives in the home a couple houses down. The rest are vacant, besides the one next to you. That's mine genius."

Connor took a minute to process this. He dropped his head and groaned, "oh fuck me, of course this was too good to be true"

"Yeah, sorry to crash your little house warming party but you better get everyone under control and turn down this loud ass music or I'm calling the police to do it."

Connor narrowed his eyes down at her and stepped closer, "or how about you loosen up and have fun? No ones bothering you."

Connor watched her face twist in anger, she stepped closer and seemed to stand on her tippy toes to not look so pathetic.

"Bothering me? Seriously!? I came over here to politely ask you to settle the fuck down because someone threw up in my poor petunia bushes, which is more than kind of me considering it's nearly 2 in the morning! Then when I get here, some jerk threw me in the pool! Oh and then when I finally found the owner of the house and host of the party, he barged into the bathroom I'm in and is clearly plastered." She raised her voice the more she spoke. She stabbed her finger into his chest a few times, her face now red with anger.

Connor's eyes widened and he blinked a few times, not sure how to respond. She shook her head gathering up a discarded piece of wet clothing before moving to towards the door.

"I swear, Connor." She got really close, her face inches from his. His hands felt as if they were twitching at his sides to grab this girl and feel every part of her.

The room was hot with anger and desire. Connor felt like he was suffocating, his drunk self couldn't even open his mouth to speak. He just held her gaze with an intense look.

"This party better be gone in an hour or you'll have way more problems than just that hangover in the morning."

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