The Boy Next Door

Jayson lifted himself up on his forearms and looked down at me as he increased the depth and speed of his thrusts. He grabbed one of my legs and rested my ankle on his shoulder, creating a new angle where he could reach my deepest parts.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried as he plunged to dizzying depths.

Suddenly, a new wave of pleasure crested, and I came nearly without warning, my pussy clamping down on him, milking until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Another deep thrust had Jayson roaring on top of me as his cock spasmed and emptied deep inside of me.

He collapsed against me and we lay there for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything.

As my breathing returned to normal and my thoughts stopped swirling, I was overcome by near panic. What had I just done?

I knew that Jayson was not close to my type. That he lived a completely different life than I did and that there was no way we could ever work out. Was getting laid worth the awkwardness and potential heartbreak that would follow if I continued to pursue this?

My anxieties got the better of me, and I climbed off the couch. The earlier feeling I had been dreading, the lack of fulfillment in spite of the orgasm, came creeping up on me. “I have a thing this evening,” I told him vaguely.

It was a lie. I didn’t have any plans, and I wanted nothing more than to melt back into his arms and let him shelter me from the world. I knew that I couldn’t, though. That wasn’t an option.

I was surprised to see Jayson’s face harden. He stood up, his whole body tense. I ducked my head, feeling ashamed, not entirely sure what was happening but knowing that I didn’t like the feeling. There was a part of me that wanted call after him as he straightened his clothes without a word and headed for the door.

The words stuck in my throat, though. I trailed silently after him. Inside my head, I was begging him to say something, anything.

At the last moment, he turned toward me. For the briefest second, there was a flash of regret on his face, a certain tenderness. I held my breath, wishing he would reach out and caress my cheek, brush my hair back, maybe kiss me again. Just because this couldn’t happen again, it didn’t mean that it had to end this way, with ice between us.

These feelings that I had for him were exactly the reason it could never happen again. God, how was I already so caught up in his web? I barely knew the guy. This was only a one-time thing; I had known that going into it. No point making it into something it wasn’t.

Then, Jayson shook his head slightly, one single and sharp movement. I couldn’t tell if it was a response to something on my face or if he was trying to negate something inside of his head. “Thanks for the pizza,” he said. With that, he turned to leave.

I slumped there in the front hall, wondering if I had just screwed everything up. The truth was I had nowhere to be that night. Except that now, since he lived next door, I felt like I had to go out, just to preserve the lie. I immediately felt tired. But what else could I do?

I sighed but texted Piper, hoping she might be free. I didn’t know what else to do. I had no one to meet, since I barely knew anyone in town yet. The other girls had been nice the night before, but I certainly didn’t know any of them well enough to text them.

I just hoped they weren’t out at another club. I didn’t know if I could take another night of drinking. I already still felt off after the night before.

My phone buzzed almost immediately with a reply from Piper.

No plans, but this is the perfect time to show you some of LA since you’re new here!

I texted her back: What did you have in mind?

I couldn’t help but think back to the way it had felt to be tangled up in Jayson’s arms on the couch. That was where I would much rather be right now, but I tried to shake that thought out of my head. That wasn’t an option.

I frowned down at my phone as it buzzed with another text: It’s a surprise. Dress casual, pick you up at your place. Text me the address.

I wrinkled my nose. The last thing I wanted was a surprise. On the other hand, I could use the distraction. Maybe it would keep me from thinking about Jayson’s strong, tattooed arms and the way he had fit so perfectly inside of me.

I headed to the bathroom to shower, then got dressed semi-casually in a sexy, low-cut top and dark jeans, figuring I was covering all my bases that way if we were going to a club or something.