Lust Next Door - S01 E27

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Lust Next Door - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

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The audacity of Connor Deluca astounded Serena everyday.

A fuming smear molded perfectly on her face as she yanked the fist full of his jersey across the ice and over to the gate.

Once there she pulled him off the ice and he stumbled behind her, "Aye, watch it, you gonna stretch out the neckline!"

Connor was much stronger and taller than Serena, so he was practically hunched over at her grip, and could easily break away, but he didn't.

She was sure the image of her frail, 5'5" , writer self dragging a 6'5" brawny hockey player around was comical.

She stomped off to a private area shaded by some of the stadium bleachers, she finally let go of him and whipped around, scowl gracing her face.

"What the fuck is your problem." Serena nearly snarled at him, crossing her arms under her chest.

"I'm not sure what you mean Shortcake." He lied, a stupid innocent look on his face, she wanted to slap it right off.

"Oh I'll tell you what I mean, why are you trying to sabotage my chances with a nice guy who's interested in me." Her expression was aghast, appalled at him.

He hated her half the time, pretty much only tolerated her when there was a possibility of getting her in his bed. The man tortured her nearly everyday, it was cruel he was trying to do it now too.

He just stayed silent, his face turning stony and void.

"Is this just more of you stupid games? More torture, more quips to get under my skin? Cause' I'm really over them now." Serena's heart hammered in her chest as she leaned forward glancing past him. Liam was still standing there leaning against the boards.

"He's not good for you." Connor simply rasped out, staring at her hard.

Her eyes widened as she turned back to him, her mouth parting with a disbelieving smile, "How

do you know what's good for me?"

He just narrowed his face in a scowl, jaw tightening.

"Because I think that me and Liam are good. Liam is nice, polite, and courteous, and good. There is no reason why I shouldn't accept his number, it's a hell of a lot better than whatever we have going on. Jesus Connor you can barely look at me without-"

Connor grabbed her waist and pulled her roughly against his frantic chest, his eyes were hardened and wild, immediately she shrank under his gaze. He leaned down into her neck and dragged his hot tongue along the sensitive spots, immediately knowing exactly where they were to make her knees feel like jell-o.

His hands roamed quickly all over her body, molding her even closer to him and undoing her completely, they groped and possessed her skin, palming her ass and gripping her waist. His arms wrapped around her, he was particularly holding her up, cause if he wasn't Serena would've crumpled to the floor, became a puddle at his feet.

She gasped and let out a tiny yelp, putting her hands on his chest and trying to will her blush away.

"You don't want him...do you Serena?" Connor whispered huskily into her ear, his hand reaching up to tangle into the back of her hair, cradling her head as he panted on her skin like he was gonna devour her.

She muffled a moan by biting her lip when she felt his knee push between her legs, propping her nearly up onto his lap, rubbing her aching crotch.

Lust was clouding her head, but she couldn't give into him, he must get some sick pleasure from messing with her life. He had no right to do that now.

Not when someone good, is standing 10 feet away waiting for her.

She pushed off him, panting as she took in his scowling expression and hungry eyes.

Serena was just prey to him.

"Fuck you, and stay out of my business." She panted, matching his murderous gaze.

"Trust me, I don't wanna be in it."

He grabbed his stick and helmet, and walked off cooly, as if nothing in world could get to him.

She wanted to scream at him, kick and scream and demand an explanation to his behavior. But instead she turned and walked back over to Liam.

She tightened her pony tail and smoothed her close down, trying desperately to calm her breathing down as she walked up to him.

Once he turned to her, a large sweet smile filled his face, and Serena tried her best to match it, a guilty pang stabbing her stomach.

Truthfully, Serena's dating scene was nonexistent until she met Connor, and that was its own brand of messy. She was a recluse, never good at talking to people let alone romantic interests. She almost completely ruled out dating entirely, didn't believe in the idea that love really existed outside of her made up worlds.

But Liam's sweet smile and kind words were refreshing right now, she wanted to be greedy and drink them up.

"Hey you, work everything out?" He said and straightened up, he was a bit shorter than Connor, a more put together kind of handsome as opposed to Connor's rugged deeper looks.

His blond hair swept in neat curly waves across his forward, crashing against his light blue eyes, like an ocean and sand. He was really handsome, but that fire didn't light up inside of her like it did with Connor, maybe that was a good thing.

Serena smiled, "Yeah. Sorry about that."

"It's alright, I remember you guys are neighbors, and after that party, I gathered you two don't like each other too much?"

"I'd say hate is the right word."

•

"Two hot hockey men in one evening. Serena, I've gotta say, I really didn't expect this from you." Melody said as they both walked back to their vehicles. The chill of the night air making Serena bundle herself up tightly with her small jacket.

She sighed, you'd think it'd be a dream but for Serena these two guys were giving her a headache. Mostly Connor.

"Yeah well it's not really as glamorous as it seems." Serena turned to Melody, "And about the whole Connor knowing you are my- or Sklyn's editor, you can't tell him anything. He's like a super fan, so seriously, not a peep about any details. He's already caught on to the fact that the author is a women."

"Oh my, how the plot thickens." A gentle knowing smile played on her face.

"Im serious Mel."

"I know I know, Im bound under contract anyways." They walked in silence for a moment before Melody chimed up again, "But...I think that Connor lets on a more aggressive exterior than he actually has. It says a lot to me that he loves your books, sees them for what they really are, I think that you two might get along more than you think." She shrugged.

Serena couldn't help but laugh a little, "Melody you've always been hopelessly optimistic. I'm telling you that Connor and I, couldn't be more different. It's just sex."

"Alright, you're the boss." She raised her hands in defense but her expression and tone told Serena she didn't buy it.

Serena didn't have many friends, actually she didn't really have any, Melody was an unlikely one. And you could argue that she wasn't really a friend since she was getting paid to edit her books. But this women had always stuck by and encouraged Serena in a way she was never used to, not even as a child. But it made even a crazy night like tonight still enjoyable.

"Thanks for the ticket, I'll get you those chapters soon, I promise." Serena unlocked her car and got in.

"Of course love, I'll pop in again when I'm in town next!"

"Just please shoot me a text next time."

"No fun in that, gotta keep you on your toes!" Melody waved and walked off.

•

When Serena got home she saw Connor's car parked in his driveway and a lone light on in his room. She had to resist the urge to not dry heave.

She had gone quickly inside and settled comfortably into her bed, ready to sleep the day and it's sexual frustrations off.

Dressed in a large old Fleetwood Mac t-shirt that went down to her mid thigh and a pair of black hipster panties.

She was trying and failing to get to bed, every time she closed her eyes her mind betrayed her. She got flashes of Connor hot and sweaty in his uniform, his hands all over her, his intense gazes from across the ice, the way his hair look after playing.

All of it was making her toss and turn, she kept whipping the blankets on and off because of the heat that swarmed her.

The feeling of his skin on hers, hot and possessive. His large hands that were nearly as big as her torso.

They way he plagued her mind was infuriating. That stupid, cocky grin, was seen behind her eyelids. The way it slipped easily on to his lips, wrinkled smile lines onto his tanned cheek, and showed off his pearly white teeth.

She sighed and rolled over, a hot sensation burned between her legs, making her reach down and shamefully part her thighs.

She felt the slickness there, how incredibly wet she was at her entrance, it was frankly embarrassing. That one man had caused this from a whole house over.

She glanced out her window to his curtain covered one across from hers. The light was still on.

Serena was mulling over how much dignity she had when her phone buzzed.

Unknown #: Hey shortcake.

Immediately Serena knew who that was. No one else called her that stupid infuriating nickname besides Connor.

Her heart starting beating fast in her chest as she glanced at the window again before turning back to her phone.

Serena: How'd you get my number.

Connor: Sweet lil Melody gave it to me ;)

"Melody!" Serena cursed out loud, but she couldn't ignore the excited spark that ignited between her legs. She sighed and ran a hand down her shirt, playing with the hem as she bit her plump lip.

God she was impossibly horny.

Serena: Wonderful friend I have.

A minute went by, then a beep.

Connor: Thinking about you

She squeezed her legs together and rubbed them softly, trying to nullify the throbbing between them, how each message made heat and liquid coat her pussy more.

He followed up his last message quickly.

Connor: Feel bad I interrupted your horrible attempt at flirting with the opposite sex. But I still stand by what I said.

Serena couldn't help but let out a laugh, this might be the closest thing she ever got to an apology from him.

Serena: You're a huge jerk! :D

Connor: Something else is huge right now too ;) wanna come see?

Serena slammed her phone into her bed and flipped onto her stomach, her cheeks were burning bright red as she screamed into the pillow.

It wasn't a good idea, not after how they just fought at the rink, but their weird relationship was a series of up and downs, hills and valleys, an actual rollercoaster doomed to crash.

As Serena was waffling internally, her phone buzzed again.

Connor: sent an image

Her fingers were trembling as she opened the text thread, her breathing hitched in her throat, her eyes relaxing as they fogged over with lewd thoughts.

Connor took a picture in the mirror probably in his bathroom, wearing nothing but a loose pair of gray boxers, his large erection was pressed against the thin fabric, his big veiny hand gripping it so his size was clearly portrayed.

He was leaning back slightly, his muscles stretched against the skin, showing each ridge and angle in them. His v-line was unfairly chiseled, the boxers hanging so low they left barely anything to the imagination. His happy trail look like an inviting landing strip she wanted to slip into. His skin was so tanned and perfect, that smirk playing on his lip.

Serena arched her back against the bed and slipped her hands into her panties, she rubbed her finger over her swollen clit, a moan erupting out of her and filling the room.

It wasn't fair, he was playing dirty with this picture.

Connor: what are you wearing?

If he wanted to play dirty, Serena would too. This little game, who would cave first and knock on the others door, she would play it.

Serena positioned herself on the bed, lifting her shirt up and biting the end of it between her teeth. The swell of underneath her breasts was spilling out from her exposed shirt, just barely covering her nipple as her pouty mouth held the shirt up. Her small waist and tight black panties on full display

She lifted her phone up and with her other hand, she slipped it between her legs.

Serena snapped the picture, and before she could think too much. She sent it.

A full minute later Connor replied.

Connor: Holy fuck.

A beat later.

Connor: keep touching yourself, thinking about me. I like that.

Serena moaned, her fingers moving faster on her sensitive folds, but it didn't feel nearly as good as Connor's calloused fingers.

With her other hand she typed back.

Serena: I think I need some help :(

Connor: you know where I am Rena. Come here, I wanna play with you.

And with that last text, Serena knew she lost this game.