The Neighborly Thing To Do...

I love that house. She thought to herself, jerking on the leash a little as her dog stopped to sniff at yet another tree.

She walked past this house every day, twice a day in fact, and mesmerized by every detail, fell in love a little bit more each time.

The garage door was open today, she could hear a voice.

A very masculine voice.

And as she neared close enough to take in a sidelong view of Mr. Deep Voice, a little black rocket shot out of the open garage and barked a rapid tattoo of insults at her own much larger dog.

The little rat looking animal danced around her feet, yapping and snapping at her heels.

It wasn't long though before Mr. Deep Voice himself came rushing out of the garage, holding a phone in one hand and a leash in the other.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry," he said, slipping his phone in his pocket and snatching the little dog off the ground.

Jerking on the leash to get her own monster back under control, she pushed a lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind one ear, a smile blooming across her face as they locked eyes.

Not only did he have a beautiful home, but he also had a very attractive face as well.


He was all angles, with thick brown hair and eyes that were more yellow than brown, the color of a good whiskey on the rocks.

She gulped, hoping he didn't notice.

With the small dog still yapping but cradled now in one strong arm, he held out his free hand to her.

Switching the leash over to her left hand, she gripped his hand firmly and shook it.

"Hi, I'm Jake. Sorry about Satan here," he laughed, giving the dog the slightest of shakes as it continued to growl. "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new to the neighborhood?"

His hands were soft but for a couple of calluses, and his grip was firm. The smile on his face sincere, if not totally sexy.

She could do little more than nod in the direction of her apartment building right down the street.

"Just moved in a couple of months ago," she managed, freeing her hand from his grasp and using it to absently pat her companion on the head, as he sat panting and looking up at her.

"Beautiful dog," Jake commented, indicating the large mixed breed heeling next to her.

"Thank you, this is Brownie."

The large brown shepherd looking dog looked from one to the other, tongue lolling about as he realized he was being talked about.

Jake laughed, the sound of that laughter warming her up inside. First his eyes, then his laughter, Jake was just one big glass of liquid warmth wasn't he? And simply looking at him was giving her all sorts of courage she'd never known she possessed.

"I love your house," she heard herself saying before she even knew the words had formed in her head.

Jake turned for a second, admiring the two-story cabin-like structure, "Yeah, it's alright." He replied.

"No really, that little bay window, the wood look, it's great."

One dark eyebrow cocked upward, his body still half turned, he gave her a devilish smile. "Would you like a tour?" He suggested.

Before she could comprehend what he'd even said, she found herself walking towards the house with him. He opened a gate off the side of the house, and setting the little satanic dog on the ground, indicated that she should leave Brownie outside as well, he opened the back door and guided her inside with a firm hand on her elbow, lest she change her mind.

Once inside, Jake gave her a quick tour of the house that was  as lovely on the inside as it was on the outside.

She wondered if Jake looked as good naked as he did clothed. Then with a shake of her head, she thumbed herself mentally for that one.

Peering around the more than adequately appointed chef's kitchen, she almost wasn't sure she had heard him correctly when he finally spoke up again.

"Would you like some sex?"

"I'm sorry what?" She asked in astonishment, her jaw nearly dropping.

"I said, would you like something to drink?"

Her eyes a bit cross, and her brow furrowed, she shook her head, then smiled, laughing at herself, which only seemed to confuse Jake.

"Sorry... I just, I thought you said..."

"I did." He interrupted before she could finish.

"You did what? Propositioned me for sex?"

He nodded, a cocky ass grin spreading the width of his face. "Is that a problem?"

"I don't even know you!" She gasped, not sure if she should be appalled or turned on at this point. Of course, it was clearly the latter that she was feeling, her loins gripped in anticipation.

Jake took a step towards her, taking a loose strand of hair and twirling it around his fingers. "You're right, you don't know me." He crooned, his voice deep and low. "But you'd like to."

She would have huffed indignantly if she could have, but at the moment, she could do little more than swallow as her mouth began to water. As her eyes were captivated by the warming of his amber colored irises.

With a light tug on her hair, he pulled her closer, his hands reaching out to cup her face as their bodies nearly came up against each other, heat radiating off him in waves.

"I don't know you," she whispered with a lot less conviction.

Jake merely smiled at her before he lowered his face to hers and let their lips touch in the briefest of kisses.

It was feather light, but the force of it, the strength of it shocked her system completely. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing into his hard chest, her mouth seeking his in a move of complete surrender.

Jake needed no further prompting, he lifted her into his arms, placing her bottom on the top of the granite countertop and fisting his hand into her hair, he yanked her head back so that he could plunder the long smooth column of her throat.

His lips were hot, and his hands were rough as he fought to get her out of her clothes.

Jake's mouth seared her, branded her, claimed every available inch of her neck. She moaned, as much in pleasure as in pain while his grip on her hair remained firm.

Moving swiftly down her body, he finally released his hold on her so that he could maneuver her back against the cold hard granite and explore her body further.

He lapped and laved at her puckered nipples, he dipped his tongue in her navel, and he teased and tasted the sweet flavor of her womanhood.

As she arched and moved against his mouth, her body slick with sweat, with need, he pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, he examined the core of her, his fingers delving into the depths of her hot wet desire as he stroked and stoked the flames within.

She exploded in a rush of heat, a blast of firey intensity. Her orgasm a powerful flare-up that nearly singed him in the process.

And as quickly as the orgasm ebbed, he began to build it back up, flicking at the sensitive nub that pulsated and throbbed.

Climbing on top of the counter himself, Jake flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of him, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust himself into her in one quick motion.

Intertwining his fingers into her already mussed up hair, he pulled her head back towards him again and rode her hard.



He pushed himself into her body over and over, each powerful thrust sending her breasts into a fast rocking motion.

Groaning low and loud, he reached out and grabbed one breast, kneading her taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger for several moments before doing the same to the other.

She moaned, the differing sensations evoking a strong pleasurable buzz of electricity to pulse through her body, as his thrusting rapidly increased.

He pitched himself into her, diving as deep as their bodies would allow. Forcing her to accommodate his thick length, and nearly coming undone with each new undulation of his hard body into hers.

 It was she however who broke first.

With her breasts flattened against the hard granite, her ass in the air while he banged their bodies together, his hands gripping and digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, she came, fast and hard.

Everything had been fast and hard with Jake.

She erupted like Mount Vesuvius. Hot wet spasms of liquid making her body slick and easy for him as he continued to plunder her booty like a pirate.

Nearing a treasure greater than gold, he pitched forward, leaning over her body as he came. As he dumped his seed into her, emptying himself so completely.

Jake slapped her on the ass, leaving her lying on top of his counter as he made his way into the bathroom to grab a towel.

Using the towel a moment later to gently clean her off, he handed her the clothes that had been discarded in their haste and poured a glass of cold water from the fridge as she commenced getting dressed.

"Thank you," she said bashfully, taking the water and putting the cup to her lips.

Jake just smiled. "I'm so glad you like my house," he finally said, pulling on his jeans as he shot her another of those grins of his. "Feel free to come back anytime."