GirlNextDoor by Lyra Marlowe Read Free Book Online Page A

to help support her weight, and then her legs came up, her thighs
squeezing John’s hip bones, but most of her weight still went into driving him
to the very hilt inside her.
    It felt as if his whole body was erect. John fought for
control, tried to hold back his climax just one more stroke, just one more.
Lucy levered herself up and down on his stiff cock, riding him, and he pressed
her against the wall, shuddered hard as he pounded against her, one more
stroke, one more stroke, on fire now, no way to hold back…
    Her arms tightened frantically around his neck and she
screamed through clenched teeth. All her muscles tightened in a hard spasm
around John’s crystal-hard erection. He drew back and thrust one last time
against her orgasm, and then he was over the edge, coming and coming while she
milked him dry.
    His knees went then and he fell against her, pinned her to
the wall with his body, still impaled. Her head fell against his shoulder, and
her arms relaxed their grip.
    Reality reasserted itself, but slowly. The blood took its
own sweet time getting back to John’s brain, and so it was a full minute before
he became aware of their surroundings—fully dressed, in an alley, and still
buried to his balls in his best friend’s best friend.
    It had been her idea, but Nolan would never understand.
    In the morning he would have to go to work, sit across the
little yellow table from his friend, have normal conversation over normal coffee,
spend the whole day in the squad with him and never let a hint of this slip…
    And then there was the whole matter of the fantasies.
    John shuddered and Lucy lifted her head. “Thank you, John,”
she said, rather formally. “That was exactly what I wanted.”
    “Geep,” John answered. He was still working on breathing.
His whole body felt wrung out like a wet towel.
    She smiled sweetly and kissed his lips very gently. Then she
reached up for the fire escape, pulled herself off him and lowered her feet to
the ground. She kissed him again. “Are you all right?”
    John tried again, “Geep?”
    Lucy took him by the shoulders and turned him so his back
was against the wall. He sagged there, trying to gather the wit for
conversation. She bent to retrieve her panties. They were red, John noted,
matching the dress. He liked a girl who knew how to accessorize. He almost had
his power of speech back when she reached for his cock again. She slipped the
condom off, then wiped him clean with the silky fabric of her underwear. John
slumped farther, sighing. If she wanted him again, he was helpless to resist
her, but he was pretty sure he was going to die from it. He wondered if Bennett
was on shift tonight, if he’d stand over Krulak’s body and shake his head, with
a triple cheeseburger in one hand and mustard in his mustache. And the guys
around the firehouse would be sad, but not at all surprised.
    Lucy released him, tossed the condom into the Dumpster and
hung her panties rather daintily on the handle.
    “Uhhh.”
    “For the DJ,” she explained.
    “Huh?”
    “For turning the alarm off.” She reached for him again,
tucked his cock away as if it were hers, zipped his pants, buckled his belt and
adjusted his shirt. John knew without looking that it was all perfect.
    Lucy put her hand flat on his chest. “Walk me to my car,
John?”
    “I, um, sure,” he answered, bewildered. He put an arm around
her and they walked slowly back to the parking lot. “Can I take you home with
me?”
    Lucy smiled, a little shyly. “I’m not the kind of girl who
falls into bed with a guy on the first date.”
    John had to laugh. “Pretty demure for a woman in a short
dress with no underwear.” He let his hand slide down to cup her buttock,
wanting to reach up under the dress, but now there were people around.
    She led him to a navy van. John vaguely remembered something
Nolan had said about renting a van, moving some furniture into storage or out
of storage, storage locker, something. She unlocked