Chapter 5
Dean
Fuck me, I heard her loud and clear.
Every moan.
Every movement.
Every single thing.
I may as well have been in the room with her, watching each ripple of her orgasm rip through her body. And I swear to Christ I could hear what sounded like a thrumming noise, assuming a toy was involved, and when she screamed out the word fuck before going completely quiet, I knew she came.
I want that for me to witness, for me to own, and for me to give an experience that will rival what she gave herself. Fuck, do I want that, and I’m pretty sure she does, too, had we only exchanged names.
By the time I got dressed, took the pup out, and made it to my truck, I’d gotten the call from my boss that service had been restored.
It was a simple issue and only took a hot stick to get the small area back in action.
I was relieved. I still had to deal with the rogue dog walker and figure out the next plan of action, because clearly, what was working or what I thought was, wasn’t.
I look down at my phone, the one that’s been vibrating in my hand the past few minutes.
One missed call turned into two. There was no way I was moving a muscle, let alone letting her hear me talk to another person and causing her to pause getting hers.
I’m not that cruel to her or myself, but it puts a plan in motion for what I’m going to do once the sun goes down.
We share a wall, alright, apparently bedroom walls.
It pains me to wait, especially with my cock as hard as it is, threatening to bust out of my jeans; either that, or the zipper will create a permanent impression. Still, I’m not budging. The wait will be well worth it.
I walk out of my bedroom while swiping the screen on my phone and hit the callback number before bringing the device to my ear. On the chair, perched up near the window, is Scout. I drop my hand to scratch beneath his jaw. He nuzzles into my palm, and I scoop him up as the phone rings in my ear.
“Dog Walkers R Us, this is Greta. How can I help you?” the person on the other end of the line greets in a happy tone.
“Hey, Greta, this is Dean. I missed a call from you earlier.” I’m trying to keep my tone civil when all I’ve been thinking about is that they're a no-call, no-show today, as if they’d done this before.
You know, in the late afternoon when I’d have to head out, and the neighbor wasn’t home yet to help out.
It might explain the sudden wailing Scout has been doing.
Honestly, he could have been doing it all along, and I had not one fucking clue, since the apartment next to mine sat empty since I’ve had Scout.
“Ah, yes. We were calling you back after we noticed your dog walker didn’t check in when they made it to your home address.” She pauses, almost to ask me what really happened. I settle in the chair with Scout, and he moves into my lap, nosing his head into the palm of my hand to keep petting him.
“I don’t know who was scheduled, but they didn’t show up.” I keep the emotion out of it. Shit worked out this time, but that doesn’t mean I’ll hire this company again, either.
“Oh, we were afraid of that. Please accept our sincerest apologies. We can send someone else out there immediately to take their place,” Greta offers.
“That’s okay. I’ve had a change in plans today.
Thank you,” I make it short and sweet, to the point, while already putting another plan in place.
It might require paying the neighbor downstairs a bit of money, but if it means Scout will be taken care of and my new neighbor won’t be interrupted at night, it’s a chance I’m willing to take.
“Oh, thank you, and once again, we’re very sorry about the issue you had today.
Please know if you need our services again, it’ll be free of charge for up to three dog walks.
” Greta is going above and beyond what most other companies wouldn’t.
Probably due to the fact that Whispering Oaks is a small-as-fuck town.
People talk, and the last thing you want is word to get around that your employee flaked, and for a pet no less.
“I appreciate that.”
“Have a good day,” she says.
“You do the same.” We hang up. I toss the phone on the table beside me and tell Scout, “Guess we better figure out what to do next. Not sure how much longer I’ll be on the night shift, bud.
And I can’t have you keeping the pretty girl next door up at all hours of the night.
” He lets out a loud yip. “Yeah, that’s not what she needs.
” He makes another noise, this time a low howl, and I instantly grab the remote, turn something on, and attempt to settle him down.
The little shit does the exact opposite.
A spurt of energy rushes through Scout, zoomies take over, and I’m his fetch bitch with every damn toy he brings me.
There’s no sign of him slowing down and no stopping the baroo he lets out.
Going from low to high, high to low, putting his chin on the ground, doing a frog jump, and going after my hand more than his toy.
It has me laughing at his antics, all while hoping we’re not interrupting a certain someone next door.
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I strip out of my clothes, more than ready to relieve the ache in my dick I’ve had all goddamn day.
The thing stayed in a semi-hard state for the entirety.
I almost gave in to temptation several damn times today.
But I thought better of it. I didn’t want anyone to interrupt me, and they would have been endless with the amount of phone calls I received and made.
Now it’s the dead of night, closing in on midnight, and everything is quiet.
Scout is settled in, curled into a ball on what has been dubbed his throne.
The recliner that was once mine is now his.
There’s a blanket he pulls down when he does his circles, and shortly after that, he’s passed out.
Scout doesn’t move an inch once he’s tucked in.
A damn cat could walk through the place, and he’d be fast asleep without a care in the world.
I rest my back against the headboard, prop one knee up, and before I know it, my hand is wrapped around my dick.
Precum drips from the tip, sliding down, and I use it to guide my path.
My eyes close, and my chest rises and falls with each powerful breath.
I’m already imagining the pretty girl next door.
She’s here, completely bare to me, and she’s crawling between my spread legs. Her hands clutch the top of my thighs, nails digging into my skin in a burn-you-up kind of way.
“Goddamn.” My voice goes hoarse when I imagine her long hair down, breasts swaying, nipples tightened, and eyes full of heat and desire. My fist tightens around my length, staving off the need to explode before I even get started.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Suck me deep.” Her tongue darts out, tracing the tip for the barest of moments before her mouth engulfs it.
The suction she uses has my head tipping back, my eyes closing, and my muscles tightening.
Christ, it’s like she’s right here with me, as if it’s not my hand but hers holding my cock as she bobs up and down, dragging her bottom teeth along the underside, causing a shiver to slide up my spine.
I pick up my pace, imagining the beautiful woman with long hair, eyes that are deep and soulful, and a body that makes me salivate anytime she’s near.
Getting to know her is my top fucking priority.
“Fuck.” I grunt with each pump of my fist, my hips arching up to the sensation, imagining my cock hitting the back of her throat.
She chokes and backs away, but that does nothing to stop my orgasm.
“Christ.” My voice echoes in the room. There’s no stopping.
I’m too close. This feels too damn good, and I’ve held off long enough.
“Goddamn, sweetheart.” I lose control and move faster, twisting my wrist with each downward motion, and when my body locks up, balls drawing tight, in my mind, she’s sucking me hard and deep, gripping my thighs.
Each swallow has her making a choking noise that I can feel.
And when she cups my balls, I’m fucking done.
I unwrap my hand from my cock. It flexes on its own with each thick rope of cum that coats my abdomen.
And while the woman next door isn’t in the room with me, in my head, she is, and she’s swallowing every last drop.
My energy should be zapped. I should be worn the hell out, and my cock shouldn’t still be hard and aching.
Yet it is, and the minute I can find the gumption to get my ass off the bed, I’ll be taking this into the shower.
I might as well kill two birds with one stone—get myself off again and clean myself up at the same time.