Page 1 of My Fake Neighbor's Valentine
One
Grace
He tightens his hold around my waist and pulls me close to his naked body.
“How long you are staying up with your family?” Seth, my upstairs neighbor and current friends with benefits, asks.
“Probably until January 7th. My grandparents are also visiting, so my mom wants to celebrate Three Kings Day.” I turn to face him.
He’s been staying with me the past couple of days, leading to the day I’m going back to Clear Springs for the holidays. He is staying in Maxwell since his family is from the west coast and his parent are spending the holidays road tripping through Europe. I know he thought of going to one of his siblings, but after learning everyone is traveling to their spouse’s families, he opted out of the idea.
I thought of inviting him with me, but knowing my mom would think he is my boyfriend and that we are getting married.
That’s the thing I’m not looking forward to. The never-ending conversations and comments about being single on top of why I haven’t comeback to Clear Spring and settle down.
“When are you leaving?” He asks, nuzzling my neck.
I giggle and bury my hand inside his hair. I know where this is going and I’m not opposed to one more round before I have to spend the holidays in my old room and a cold bed.
“Ideally around noon, but I wouldn’t mind leaving around 3:00 pm. I would arrive around dinner time, which works for me.”
“What time is it?” I reach over his body, grabbing his phone to look at the time.
“It is 10:12 am.”
“Perfect!” He runs the tip of his tongue from the base of my neck to my earlobe before wrapping his lips and biting it softly. I gasp as I slide my hands over his chest and pinch his nipple. He captures my lips with his and kisses me breathless. He throws the blanket off of our bodies, goosebumps cover my entire body when the sudden drop of temperature hits my skin. He kisses his way down to my breast, stopping to kiss and suck my nipples before going further down.
I open my legs wider for him, making space for his wide shoulders. What God didn’t give him in height, he give it to him in length and width. I wrap one hand in his hair and grip the edge of the mattress with the other one.
Seth gives his all in everything he does. His all-in nature has helped him and his business partner build a successful company. He is a nurturing and ride or die friend and in bed, well fuck. Let’s say whoever I ended up with in a relationship has huge shoes to fill in. Seth doesn’t hold back and always, since hook up number one, prioritizes my pleasure. He doesn’t come until I come.
God, whoever taught him how to properly eat a woman, bless her and her entire generation. Whoever she is, she is a saint.
He spread my legs further apart, and the strain heightens the pleasure I’m feeling. I pull on his hair to let him know I’m coming, knowing well he is not gonna slow down. Instead, he adds his fingers to pull that orgasm out faster and harder. High in ecstasy, he kisses me deep, letting me taste myself, something I never knew until the first time he kissed after oral sex, how much it would turn me on.
“Are you ready for more?” He whispers into my ear.
“Yes. Fuck me so hard I have a hard time sitting for the almost three-hour drive I have to make.”
He chuckles. “If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want, so put on that condom and get in me now.” I order.
Seth says nothing. I feel him pushing into me as I relax. I had my fair amount of relationships and a one-night stand here and there, but nothing and no one compared to Seth. Sometimes I feel like we were born for each other with how compatible we are in and out of bed. I wish this could be more, but I also don’t want to spoil one of the best friendship I have as an adult. Sex chemistry be damned.
I wrap my legs around him, pushing him deeper into me. I sigh as I leave half-moon indentations on his back and moan his name over and over again.
“Can’t you stay longer? Doesn’t your job allow you to work remotely?” My mom says as I pack my luggage in the truck of my SUV.
“I’ve already worked enough remote days. I have co-workers and clients to meet. You know you are always welcome to visit me.”
“You know I don’t like cities.”
“Mom. Maxwell is far from being a city. I don’t like small towns like this and I still make time to come and visit. It is only fair you and dad come at least once in your lives. See how happy I am living in a bigger town.”
She sighs and hugs me. “Can I give your number to Asher?”
“Mom, no. Stop trying to hook me up with every single man here. We had this conversation over the holidays too many times. I’m not moving back to Clear Springs. I don’t like it. Please stop.”
