Axel

My balls are heavy as hell as I watch her run to her house. She’s got no idea how badly I want to fuck the shit out of her.

She comes over here trying to throw tantrums and trying to tell me what to do, but she knows I don’t listen. I won’t listen. No one tells me what the fuck to do.

I know she only comes because she can’t get enough of me. She wants to pretend to hate me, but what she wants more is for me to play with her soft, tight little pussy.

I don’t care. We can keep playing this game as long as she keeps coming back. One day I’m going to fuck her so good and raw, then she really won’t stop running to me.

This neighborhood has been mine since birth. I’ve lived here my whole life. Blacksburg, Virginia. Born and raised. My grandmother owned this house way before the rich motherfuckers moved here and bought out the other houses, renovating and turning this into some bullshit, upscale neighborhood. Gentrification is a bitch and now I’m dealing with it. No one is going to buy me out. The buyers can kiss my ass for all I care.

I grip the doorknob and walk into the house, the music surrounding me. It’s loud as fuck, just the way I like it.

The college students are dancing, drinking, and laughing.

These damn kids know how to have a good time and they’ll pay good money for it too. Twenty-five bucks a person and it’s fucking final. A song by The Weeknd comes on and the dancing slows down. Girls start grinding on other girls, making out with each other, all of them sloppy drunk.

Normally it would turn me on, but right now all I can think about is my feisty little neighbor, Vanessa.

Vanessa fucking Reed. Her pussy tasted so sweet on my tongue out there. I know I’ll regret downing this whiskey to cover up the taste, but it’s needed in order to forget about it.

I can’t keep thinking about her too much. She isn’t about to fuck with my head. I do what I want, when I want, and no matter how sexy she is, she isn’t going to mess that up.

I walk past the kids and to the kitchen where Martin, my cousin is. He’s the one who goes to college, gets the local kids in the know about the parties I throw here. He’s the star quarterback for the school so he knows how to drag them in. There is an unlimited supply of alcohol and the music doesn’t stop until four in the morning.

“One more hour and these kids are out of here,” I mutter when I step up to him.

“What? You’re kicking us out already?” Martin laughs before taking a swig of his beer.

“I got my money from them. I’m fucking over it now.” I pour myself a shot and toss it back.

“Hey, who was that banging on the door like a fucking maniac?” he asks, bunching his eyebrows together.

“Redhead from across the street.”

“Again!” He laughs loudly. “Dude, she wants your dick so fucking bad! She comes over every single time just to annoy you. I say you pipe her down, teach her a fucking lesson already.”

Oh, trust me, I want to. I want to make Vanessa’s pussy mine in more ways than one. But I won’t admit it. Not to him and never to her.

I look at Martin. He’s four years younger than me. Twenty-three and doesn’t have any common sense whatsoever, but wants to major in engineering. I guess he is good at creating shit. He’s book smart, athletic, has girls all over him, but he’s far from street smart. His athleticism and good grades is what got him the full-ride scholarship to Virginia Tech.

I pour another shot and drink it, the warmth and sting coursing down my throat. “Hey,” he nudges me. “You want me to tell one of these drunk bitches to give you a blow job? I bet that one would do it in front of everybody right now.” He points at a girl with blond hair dancing on the middle of the dance floor alone, pushing her hands through her hair and sucking on her bottom lip, desperate for attention.

“Nah. I’m about to take a shower. Better not be any people in my damn room either or I’m tossing them out.” I give him a stern look. These people are his friends. I’d hate to embarrass him but I don’t like my shit to be fucked with.

“They aren’t,” he laughs. “Trust me, they know the fucking rules. And if they are in there, fuck it! Toss their asses out! Should teach them a lesson!”

I step around him and push through the thick crowd, going upstairs. A few girls grab my arm over the banister, batting their eyelashes at me, but I pull away.

I don’t want any of them. I want the firecracker across the street. The one who mouths off at me and doesn’t give a damn how I make her pay for it. The one who resists and makes it harder for me, just the way I like it.

I like when she puts up a fight. Easy women don’t turn me on, but a feisty one will have my cock hard as a rock in seconds.

My room is empty as it should be and I lock the door, walking to the bathroom to start up the shower. After getting undressed and getting in, I stand under the stream, gripping my heavy cock in hand. My balls ache, in need of release. I stroke slowly at first, imagining myself thrusting in and out of Vanessa’s pussy on my front porch. I remember the sweet, sticky taste of her pussy on my tongue—how she came all over my fucking face—and I groan when my cock swells in my hand.

I bet her mouth would feel so good wrapped around my cock. I bet having her pussy wrapped around me is to fucking die for. She’s always wet. Even during the times I fingered her, she was wet and ready. Soft, tight, and fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” I growl, pressing a heavy hand on the wall. I start to jack my cock off faster, but then the shower curtain shoots open and I look over with a frown. It’s the same blond that was dancing on the middle of the dance floor.

“What the fuck!” I bark.

“Martin told me you needed me?” She grins, her eyes dropping to steal a glimpse.

“I don’t fucking need you,” I mutter. “How the fuck did you even get in here?”

“He used a butter knife or something to unlock the door.” She shrugs. “You have really shitty doorknobs, by the way. You should get new ones or something.”

I flare my nostrils, releasing my cock. Fuck it. She’s already up here and she’s staring at my junk like she wants it. Might as well make use of her.

I grab her hand and bring her into the shower. Her clothes get all wet and her nipples get hard beneath her thin gray tank top. Gripping her shoulder, I force her down to her knees with a sigh.

“Open your mouth,” I demand.

She opens wide and I shove my cock deep down her throat. I hear her choke on it and feel her press a hand on my thighs to try and get me to ease up, but I hold her head with both hands and fuck her mouth, shutting my eyes tight and imagining myself fucking the mouth of the redhead that was just on my porch. I ease up a little and her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock. It feels so fucking good.

“Yeah, suck my dick, Vanessa,” I rasp, holding the girl’s head tighter.

She muffles something around me but I ignore her. She’s probably complaining that I called her by another name. I don’t give a fuck. She’s Vanessa for right now.

I look down and thrust all the way in, going deep in her throat, and I can’t help what happens next. The warmth of her mouth is exactly what I need right now. I cum in a matter of seconds, squirting hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan again, still thrusting hard in this college girl’s mouth, getting the whole load out and making sure she swallows every drop of it. It got the job done, but I know what will feel even better is this same hungry cock deep inside Vanessa’s dripping wet pussy.

Damn that firecracker has me all wound up.

I finally relax, pulling my hands from her head and grabbing her arm, tugging her up. “Get out,” I mutter and she blinks quickly, stepping out of the shower.

“That’s it? You don’t want to, like, fuck me or anything?” she questions like I’m the one who just got throat-fucked.

My jaw ticks. I close the shower curtain in her face, knowing she’ll get the fucking message. When I see her opaque shadow leave, I turn to face the stream of water, washing my cock and my balls.

It’s clear to me now, what needs to happen. I need to fuck Vanessa already and get her out of my system. It’s been six years too long. I’ve wanted her ever since I saw her unpacking shit from her car the first day she moved into my neighborhood. She walked back and forth in that short-ass dress, showing off a perfect, plump ass and long, silky legs. Hell, what man could ignore that?

I held off because I knew she was a feisty one. I could tell by the way she carried herself and how she turned her nose up at me when she caught me staring, but I don’t think I have another year of holding off in me.

If I fuck her then I can finally stop thinking about her. It will happen soon, I’m sure, but I don’t beg or chase. I’ll wait until she comes running to me again and this time, I’ll own her.