The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell 5)

He should stop her, take back control and show her how good it could feel when a man touched her. He wanted to erase every bad memory that piece of shit before him had made. He wanted to show her how pleasurable a man’s touch could be, should be. He wanted to lay her down on the bed and kiss every inch of her body, but at the moment he could barely stand as he watched that small hand move the towel over him.

With every stroke of her hand, the towel shifted until the head of his cock would disappear and reappear with every stroke. The sight mesmerized him. Without thought, he shifted his legs apart and arched to give her better access.

“Is this okay?” she whispered almost shyly, shooting him a questioning look as she continued to stroke him with the towel.

“Better than okay,” he growled, leaning down to kiss her. “Don’t stop, Jodi. Don’t stop.”

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“Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” she whispered against his mouth as she tightened her grip around his erection experimentally, not sure if she was doing this right, but that loud groan that he released against her mouth had her smiling.

Whenever she’d done this with Jerry he’d complained, made sounds of annoyance and glared at her because he couldn’t maintain an erection or even seem to enjoy it. At first she’d enjoyed experimenting with him, trying to figure out what he liked until one day the thought of touching him left her feeling sick and nervous. It hadn’t exactly helped that she hadn’t liked the way that he’d touched her.

He’d always left her feeling cold and worthless. When she didn’t come, and she never did when he touched her, he put her down, made her think that there was something wrong with her. He’d never hesitated in telling her that she didn’t know what she was doing in the most assholish way possible.

He’d made her feel worthless.

Danny……

He made her feel beautiful, sexy and desirable. He never complained about the way that she touched him or kissed him. He welcomed her touch, seemed to crave it. He made her feel whole. He never complained, never bitched, gave her a dirty look or made her feel like garbage. No, not Danny. He murmured words of encouragement, kissed her, caressed her and had absolutely no problem with letting her know how much he enjoyed being with her.

“Wait,” he said, startling her. He placed his hand over hers, stopping her.

“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sor-”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he said soothingly, reaching down between them and yanking the hand towel away. “I just want to feel your hand wrapped around me.”

Hand over hers, he wrapped her hand back around his erection and kissed her. “Don’t stop, Jodi. Don’t stop.”

Chapter 26

She had him begging for a hand job.

If he wasn’t so damn close to coming harder than he’d ever come in his life he’d probably laugh, but goddamn, this felt good. He wanted to push her hand away, turn her around and shove his cock inside that sweet little pussy he’d been fantasizing about for months.

He reached up and cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. He invaded her mouth, teased her tongue into playing with his and groaned when she gently suckled his tongue in time with her strokes. He was so damn close to coming, to screaming her name, but he wanted to prolong it, to make this feeling last.

“You feel so good,” Jodi moaned in his mouth, destroying his control.

One second he was struggling not to flex his hips and ride her hands and the next he was blindly reaching out, slapping his hand against the wall and yelling her name until his legs buckled, almost dropping him on his ass. Exquisite pleasure shot down his spine and tore through his cock, robbing him of the ability to breathe, to think, to do anything but hold onto the wall.

He opened his eyes, panting hard and stared down at Tinkerbelle. Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths were coming faster and faster and she was watching him with an expression mixed of hunger and amazement. She was absolutely beautiful and she was most definitely his.

“On the bed……now,” he bit out, needing to hear her lose control. He wanted to hear her scream his name, to feel her tremble beneath him, to hear her moan and gasp as he pleasured her.

When she didn’t move fast enough, at least not for his sanity, he grabbed her. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he swooped in and picked up where they’d left off. He devoured her mouth, groaning loudly when he felt just how wet she’d become from touching him.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the edge of the bed. He slid his tongue across hers one last time before he pulled away, but he didn’t go far. He brushed his lips against hers as he pulled his arms away.

“Don’t move, Tinkerbelle,” he said hoarsely as he pressed a kiss against her stubborn little chin.

“Why?” she groaned with a little whimper that had him smiling as he pressed a kiss to her chest.

“Because it’s my turn,” he said, kissing his way down between her breasts.

“Your turn for what?” she asked, sounding a little dazed as he cupped her breasts and gave them a light squeeze.

He kissed his way to her right breast, gently suckling the side of her breast as he went. His hand tightened around her large breast as he reached the firm nipple begging for his attention. He licked around it, kissed the tip, flicked it with his tongue, pulled it into his mouth and suckled on the hard tip as he ran his palm over the other nipple, teasing it into a firm point.

“Danny,” she moaned his name, shifting restlessly beneath him.

“Does this feel good, sweetheart?” he asked as he allowed her nipple to slip free from his mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned, swallowing audibly before she added, “do it again.”

Chuckling, he worked his way to her other breast, kissing and licking as he went, savoring every moan that escaped her beautiful mouth. He gently squeezed her breast, holding it as he ran his tongue around the nipple before he pulled it into his mouth and gently tugged it between his teeth. He worked her other nipple between the fingers of his free hand as he squeezed her breast.

God, she felt so fucking good.

But, he knew that she would feel better in a minute. He gave her breast one last squeeze before he trailed his hand down the soft swell of her stomach, over her hip and down her leg until he came to her knee. He moved his hand behind her knee and pulled her leg aside. He trailed his fingers back up her thigh until he came to the soft thatch of hair between her legs.