Lust Next Door - S01 E06

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Lust Next Door - S01 E06

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Serena wasn't a sports girl, if you couldn't already tell by the mounds of books that lined her walls and her understanding that in golf; you scored touch downs.

So why was she sitting on the plush sofa in her office, staring at her TV like a puppy looking at its treat.

She didn't understand anything going on, she tried to convince herself that she did, but her eyes were trained on number 16, with the words 'DELUCA' plastered on the back.

The way he moved on the ice like currents through the water sent warm chills tingling all through her body. She was mesmerized by the way he moved, each stroke of his skates in the ice were so powerful and made flashes of something else stroking equally as powerful into her.

She'd never admit it, not even in her head, but she loved it when the camera focused in on him. Her breathing hitched when he smirked through his Helmet, her legs tightened together and she found herself focusing a bit too much on him.

Her body felt hot and the room felt small suddenly. The game ended. They won. And to her satisfaction the camera crew followed the players into the locker room a couple minutes after the game.

Serena leaned back against the sofa as the camera panned over to Connor, she didn't know when but at some point during the game she started taping it on her DVR.

"Can we get a few inspiring words from you Captain Deluca?"

Oh god. His pads and jersey were off, exposing the rippling shiny muscles on his body. Heat erupted between her legs as nasty images filled her mind instantly.

She groaned and squeezed some relief between her legs. Connor smiled, that killer toothy grin, and spoke.

Serena saw a red haze file over her eyes, she couldn't hear anything he was saying. Just focusing on his lips move, then his dark lusty eyes.

She squirmed in her seat as her breathing deepened, the camera backed up a bit and Serena was gifted with the sight of his chiseled v-line.

Her mind immediately focused on the bulge in his pants, imagining what it looked like further down, and exactly how it might feel sliding in and out of her. Stroking her walls with his huge arms wrapped around her.

Serena's cheeks were flushed red. Heat pooled itself down between her legs and her pussy throbbed for her dirty fantasies to come to fruition.

The game official ended, and the news started to play. She thought maybe watching the news for 30 minutes to calm her body and mind down would work, but boy was she wrong.

All she could think about was Connors thick cock, and hard body glistening in sweat, behind her slamming into her wet pussy till she screamed and begged him to stop.

She couldn't help herself anymore. Serena grabbed the remote and clicked on the recording of the game, she fast forwarded it to Connors little interview, horniness clouding her better judgment and future embarrassment.

She watched the way his lips moved, wanting his head to be between her legs. Her eyes traveled down to his body, and her hands followed the same motion down her own chest.

She rubbed her throbbing clit through her pants and gasped at the moan that left her mouth.

How long had it been since she had sex...gosh. years.

Sure she had toys, but nothing compared.

She rubbed herself over her pants, watching the way each muscle flexed slightly with every one of Connors movements. His body pumping with adrenaline and energy just after a game.

God how she wanted that pumping into her.

She moaned and grabbed a hand full of her supple breasts, throwing her leg up over the back rest of the sofa as she laid down. She rubbed herself in circles, loving the way his fantasies filled herself body with desire.

The relief filled her body and made her toes curl. Her cheeks flushed bright pink, and she looked at Connor; hating how her body responded to the sight of him.

She started to touch herself faster while looking at the tv, building closer and closer to an orgasm when the door bell rung.

She frantically shot up, straightened her hair as best as she could, and ran to the door like a teenager who got caught having sex.

Who could be at my door at this hour?

She swung her door open; cheeks flushed, hair messy, shirt falling off her shoulder, heavy breathing, and lust still spilling from her eyes.

There was Connor, not on her tv screen anymore, actually in front of her and looking just as delicious as he did 45 minutes ago on her television.

She sucked in a hard breath as he looked her up and down.

"You look...frantic. Where you in the middle of sex? Who's the lucky guy." He chuckled out smugly and looked past her.

"N-no! You pervert stop looking in my house." Serena gasped out, shame and worry now bubbling up as she realized she left the tv on. Connors interview still playing in the other room.

"What's that?" He said, curiosity driving his eyebrows up and feet into her house.

Serena put her hands on his cheeks and tried speaking over it, "nothing! This is trespassing, you're a trespasser and I'll call the police! Get out!" She sang.

"No that sounds like-" He didn't use much force at all to push past her and into her house.

Fuck.

Serena's short legs scampered after Connors long strides as he made his way to her office.

She couldn't stop him in time, he rounded the corner and entered her office to see his dangerously hot face plastered on her tv screen.

Double fuck.

Serena buried her burning face into her palms and groaned.

"No way, shortcake was watching me on TV. Wait no- this is a recording," he gasped and turned to her with a sly satisfied smirk, "you were watching the recording you taped! You dirty girl, what had you so flushed huh?"

"Nothing! I was just watching it asshat!"

"Liar, you looked like lust on legs at the door. Spill. What dirty stuff were you doing to my face." He said huskily and started to close the space between them quickly, Serena's heart started beating a million miles a minute.

Heat spread all over her body as her desires lit up furiously inside of her again.

"I was doing a bit of....yoga and missed the game. I had it set to record anyways...because...I was working and knew I wouldn't get to watch it." She fumbled over a response.

"I thought you said you were doing yoga. Are you going with your yoga or working story babe?" He whispered and moved closer, she could smell his deep pine scent on him.

Serena blushed and looked at the ground, the tv, anywhere but his melting eyes. "I meant, I was working, which made me miss it and then did yoga while watching your game. The game! Just the game."

"Look at you, so flustered." Connor mumbled and grabbed her chin softly forcing her gaze on his. His thumb trailed just under her lip and she had to hold in a moan as her eyes relaxed with lust.

Her pussy throbbed for his attention and her hands wanted to reach up and feel his chest muscular chest.

"Wanna tell the truth." He leaned his body into hers slightly, "neighbor..."

"That is...the truth." Serena sighed out between quiet heavy breaths, her eyes falling quickly to his lips as she felt his hot body lean more into hers.

"You don't sound convinced, your cheeks are so

rosie, and your eyes have this begging look in them; like you what me to pick you up and take you right now on this couch." His voice was now so low, like it was messy for her, and raspy with desire. His eyes trained on hers with his thumb slowly tracing her bottom lip.

"Please, I have more dignity." She sighed out and went to move away from him but her body leaned into desire and pushed her hips fully into his, her crotch connecting with a huge erection, it almost made her mouth dry.

"Oh do you now, so we are still sticking with this bullshit story?"

"Why'd you even come over here." Serena changed the subject.

"To borrow a cup of sugar." He mumbled through a smirk as the air thickened around them, making it hard for Serena to breath or think clearly.

His body was so close to her, her knees felt like jelly and the room was hot. Her desires and mind filled her with explosive heat straight to her core.

"Now that's bullshit." She whispered out and placed another hand on his chest to create some distance, but it just made the moment more taut with lust as she felt his defined features under her palm.

His hands found her waist and roughly pulled her into his while lowering his lips dangerously closer to hers, "But I'm your neighbor?" He whispered holding powerful eye contact with her as his hot breath fanned across her neck.

"Give me some sugar." Connor spoke huskily into her ear as his hand slipped up the small of back and traced up her spine. His lips moved and tickled the skin just under jaw making her gasp and lean her head back.

Hot tension twisted them closer and closer together, Serena's breathing was ragged as the hot desire that oozed off the both of them and filled the room clouded her thinking. It made her hands move slowly over his body.

A groan sound in his throat when she rocked her hips gently on his hips, making a burst of pleasure shoot through her stomach.

Her body shivered as her will power fought to hold her together. The tension was unbearable, she felt like her breath was being stolen by him, and his lips where the only vice. She couldn't tear her eyes away from them.

Surely this was what drug withdrawal felt like. Maybe he is poisoning me and that's why I'm acting like this, She reasoned

Serena grasped a handful of his loose tank top and whimpered out a moan she tried desperately to hold back, her body ached to move, to satisfy itself on his body.

"Fuck...look at you." He leaned back and stared at her, his eyes now a deep shade of lust. His eyes flicked down to her lips and she did the same, her head was slowly moving forward to connect with his lips, despite all her protests in her head.

But before she could the 12pm alarm on her phone started to go off, snapping her thoughts back in the right place.

Serena blushed hotter than the sun while her heart hammered in her chest and nearly launched herself away from him, "my bedtime alarm."

"What the fuck is a bedtime alarm?" Connor seemed to adjust his pants from the corner of her eyes and run a hand through his hair.

She fumbled with her phone and turned the buzzing alarm off before turning to him, "it lets me know that I have to go to sleep, otherwise I'll just stay up basically all night wri- working."

"That's insane, and kinda mysterious, how does a girl in her 20's afford to live in a house like this working out of a tiny office?" He narrowed his eyes at her as they tried to ignore the thick tension in the room, "oh my god, are you a cam girl? I knew you were a freak."

"No! I'm not a cam girl! Gross." Serena gaged

"Then what. You've got me on the edge of my seat shortcake." Connor smirked.

"For the hundredth time, don't call me that." She started to corral him to the front door, pushing his hard and muscular back to the exit.

"Don't avoid my question then, Rena."

"Don't call me that either."

"Wait, what about my sugar?" He turned towards the kitchen.

"You've got a fancy car and big money, go buy some."

"That's not very neighborly, shortcake." He pouted with a smirk as she pushed him out on the porch and grabbed the door.

"I promise I won't lose any sleep over it neighbor."

And Serena swung the door closed in his face.

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