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The Guy In My Building

If you’re into romcoms, you’re bound to love this short erotic story. But this one actually considers the clitoris. Annie has lusted over Andrew for years, so is quite taken aback by a meeting on the stairwell...

And as I sat there, watching my friends laugh and giggle, another wave of loneliness washed over me. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was, that nagging sense of incompleteness that seemed to accompany me everywhere and anywhere I went; all the while knowing exactly what it was.

It was him. Andrew. The guy in my building I had been crushing on for years now, but never had the courage to ask out. We used to be friends as kids, but childhood doesn’t last, and neither did our friendship. We saw each other now and again on the stairwell or in the area, and apart from some fleeting glances and feigned smiles that made me feel like a fool in love, nothing else ever happened.

Shaking off these thoughts, I brushed the dirt off my shorts and shouted out a quick goodbye to my friends, making my way to my building. “Time to drown your sorrows in a Nora Roberts novel”, I thought to myself and started up the stairs, stepping onto the third-floor landing only to slam directly into Andrew. The impact, his musky scent and the feel of his body against mine had me catching my breath. I looked up at him, whispering, “Shit, I’m so sorry”, when I felt him draw me close and swipe his thumb across my lips. The gesture caught me so off-guard that I could only gape at him, and perhaps the baffled look on my face couldn’t conceal the unmistakable lust for him I had been trying to bury for years, because he caged his arms around my waist and leaning forward, murmured, “I’ve wanted you forever”, before crashing his lips to mine.

I would’ve cried if he wasn’t holding onto me, but his lips against mine somehow unlocked all the yearning, the love, and the want in one single instant. It was like the flick of a switch, and I held his face in my hands and kissed him like my life depended on it. He whirled me around and pushed my back into the wall, pressing frantic kisses into my throat and chest before quickly returning to fuse our lips together.

Breathless with the intensity, we simultaneously reached for the hem of each other’s shirts when the dull thudding of approaching footsteps brought us back to our senses- we were making out right inside the building, in plain sight, where anyone could pass by at any given point in time. I registered the sheer ridiculousness of it all and made the mistake of glancing up at his eyes, only to see the beginnings of what I remember as the longest giggling fit of my life.

Still struggling to control our laughter, we raced up the stairs, hands clasped together and hearts tripping. As he unlocked his apartment, he caged me against the door, and feathering kisses against my neck, whispered, “Just so you know, I’m not done with you yet.” Fighting against the urge to moan and simply dissolve into a miserable pile of jelly, I smirked, hovering my lips inches from his, and said, “Done? I haven’t even started with you yet.” Along with the flickers of amusement in his eyes, I saw a smouldering heat that I wanted to burn my soul into, so I simply slammed the door behind us and crushed my lips to his desperately.

We fell on the sofa, legs tangled together, and he reached for my shirt, stopping to glance at me for permission to continue. My stormy eyes seemed to be all the agreement he needed as he stripped it off, and he just stared at me with so much desire, my throat began to close up. Afraid that the tears would come any minute, I pressed closer to him, lifted his hands onto my chest, and whispered, “Touch me”.

His dark eyes turned molten as he pressed his lips to mine, and traced his fingertips along the back of my neck, down to my spine, stopping to release the catch of my bra. Tossing it aside, he kissed my collarbones, and slowly lowered his lips to my breasts, swiping his thumb across one nipple and gently sucking on the other. I threw my head back on a moan, not sure I could take all this pleasure. Squeezing both of my breasts, he laid me flat on my back and began to trail kisses along my belly and abdomen, and I slightly reached up on my elbows to draw his shirt off.

Seeing his tanned, lithe body streaking down on mine caused goosebumps to race across my arms, and I had to admit this was a thousand times better than the countless fantasies of this exact moment I had been obsessing over. As I glided my fingertips across his strong back, he stopped in his act of dragging my underwear off, and looked up, giving me a heart-stopping smile and a chaste kiss. As I was just starting to catch my breath after the sweet exchange, he drew my legs apart, gently kissing the inside of my thighs, caressing my calves with his fingertips.

“Your legs are fucking incredible, you have no idea how much I’ve admired them every time you walked past”, he says, managing to make me blush as well as shiver as his mouth gets closer to my vulva. Giving me a sexy, sexy wink, he finally drags his tongue in one lick on my clit, inserting one then two fingers, making me gasp in half pleasure, half exhilaration. He brings his mouth back on my engorged nub, licking and sucking, adjusting himself to lock my ankles onto the back of his neck. Gliding one hand up my hip to the palm lying flat on my right breast, he turned my hand and intertwined our fingers, never stopping the expert tongue strokes. My heart almost jackhammers at the gesture, and the shivers become more intense as my back arches off the soft surface of the sofa, and I moan his name like a prayer.

I guess the moment was just as intense for him, because he lay on top of me, cupping my face in his hands and giving me a toe-curling kiss, one hand continuing to rub my now-drenched clit. I reach one hand to his steel-hard cock, giving it a teasing rub to elicit a moan out of him, and then guide it to my wet entrance, moving my hips to take him in. We stare at each other, and he pushes himself deeper, increasing the tempo as we both start to feel it build. I take one hand, and glide it over my wetness as he stays inside me. He arches his back to make more room for my hand between us, so that I can rub my clitoris beyond his rhythm. My inner sensations release around him. Our eyes never break contact as we glue our lips together, tongues engaging in a frantic dance as his thrusts become deeper and deeper still and we simultaneously moan and groan into the kiss. He came inside me and with pure love & lust we stuck our bodies hardly pressed with  each other.   

Utterly spent, we tumbled to the floor and lied facing each other- our chests touching & pressed and matching Cheshire cat grins on our faces. Suddenly, his eyes turn misty, he rubs his thumb over my lower lip tenderly, and my breath hitches- I know what he’s going to say even before the words leave his beautiful mouth. “I love you, Annie. So fucking much.” But I guess, hearing it, actually hearing him say it, was too much for me, and my eyes filled despite myself. Wrapping my arms tight around his body, hugging him to me; I feel an overwhelming sense of peace. “I love you, Andrew. I’ve always loved you.” And as I smiled, I realised how much this moment was like a Nora Roberts novel.

The End

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