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You’d been playing eye tag for a while now, he was hot too, some very sweet eye candy for you. ‘Toji’ was all you knew him as, but you definitely wanted to know more, way more than just a couple of conversations. Every summer he’d come to your place, do some yard work for you, and you’d give him lemonade or something cold to drink every time, it just seemed like the nice thing to do. It was always so scorching hot outside, and he worked himself so much in the heat, you figured it was well deserved specially cause he stopped charging you to do his work in exchange for that delicious lemonade you took the time to make yourself with fresh lemons.
It was when you were just getting out of the shower when you heard the familiar buzzing rumble of the lawnmower from outside, making you perk up from your bed, peeking out the window. There, you saw him again, cutting the old lady’s lawn next door. It seemed even Ms. Hallie knew Toji was a looker, cause she was just shamelessly watching him on her front porch with a glass of lemonade she came over yours to get. You were known in the neighborhood to make delicious lemonade, so here and there, people would come by especially in the summer for a glass. Ms. Hallie was a regular, being your neighbor and all.
But the view outside the window was all you thought about when you snuck a look. Sweat down his face and neck, his biceps shining in the sun in that white wifebeater he was wearing, the way those big hands of his wiped the sweat off his face with his towel, and he had such a nice looking physique, loving the way those biceps of his flexed when he handled that lawnmower. Of course, there was that bulge you tried not to notice in the gray sweats he was wearing. He was so fine that it was unfair.
He looked about finished with Ms. Hallie’s lawn when you had looked through the window. For a split second, he glanced over your way, making you jolt back away from the curtain feeling a wave of embarrassment and paranoia wondering if he’d seen you, not to mention you were still in your towel from your shower.
Oh but he saw, and he was definitely walking toward your driveway.
Cussing under your breath, you hurriedly rushed your fluffy robe onto your body before heading toward the front door hearing the doorbell. “Damn..why now?” you whispered, sighing a bit at the dread before creaking open the door. Toji was absolutely shameless when he came to greet you.
The scent of fresh-cut grass clung to him as he leaned against the doorframe, sweat still glistening on his collarbones where his wifebeater hung loose. A slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as he took in your flushed face, the way your fingers clutched at the robe's belt like you were debating slamming the door in his face. His voice came out rough and low, amused.
"Caught you peekin', again. Thought I’d come say hi for myself,” He nodded, scratching the back of his neck. “Was about to head over to get started on your lawn anyway." He shrugged as he flicked the towel over his shoulder, letting his gaze drag down your frame with deliberate slowness over your body, water droplets still clinging to your neck, the way the robe barely hid the dip of your waist. He was shameless with those gawking eyes of his.
"Coulda stayed in that lil’ towel. Ain't like that robe doin’ much for you." He teased, making you subconsciously close your robe tighter. He then tilted his head toward the kitchen behind her past the living room. “But shit, I did come for that lemonade you keep teasin’ the block with. Ms. Hallie’s been braggin’ ‘bout it all mornin’." His grin widened, all teeth. It looked as if he wanted to drink you up instead.
”Hi Toji, sorry. I had just gotten out the shower,” Your heart was pounding, it seemed every single time he flirted over these summers he got bolder, more shameless than before. You didn’t mind all that much, it wasn’t like you didn’t have dirty thoughts of your own about the guy. But damn, the way he looked at you as if he himself knew that? It sent tingles down your spine.
Mentally pulling yourself together to have a conversation, you stifled a laugh at the mention of Ms. Hallie. That old lady didn’t play about you, bragging to just about anyone about how much a ‘nice young lady’ you are.
You opened the door wider, stepping aside for him to come in. You were completely bare under that robe, it was poorly and loosely tied, and Toji couldn’t seem to get enough of the view. Desperately trying to ignore the embarrassment seeping in, you cleared your throat. “But yea, I do have some in the fridge,” you nodded. “I can get you some,” you told him as you padded into the kitchen, reaching for a glass that was a tad bit too high in the cabinet.
Irritated with yourself, you were wondering how the fuck you even got these glasses up in the cabinet so high. You were on your very tiptoes reaching, fabric of the fluffy robe rising up on your thighs, revealing just about the bottom of your ass to Toji who watched you struggle with quiet amusement.
His grin was wide and smug as he deliberately took his time closing the distance behind you. The sweet scent of your skin, that signature body lotion if yours you used, it triggered that deep desire he had for you even more than before. His hands hovered just shy of your hips, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear causing your body to hold still, tingles running through your spine.
"Nah, ‘s okay doll, let me get it," he murmured, voice dipping into something darker as his arm reached over you, muscles flexing against the thin fabric of your robe. His chest brushed against your back, intentional, teasing. Then the front of his sweats began brushing against your ass.
He was done with the games and he wanted you to know that. "I like what I see," He whispered in your ear from behind. His fingers closed around the glass, but he didn’t move away, he just lingered, letting you feel the full weight of him pressed against you, specifically that unmistakable bulge.
His other hand slid up your thigh once he saw you relax a bit, embracing the situation, his calloused fingertips skating under the hem of the robe. "Ms. Hallie ain’t the only one who likes how sweet you are," he whispered, teeth grazing your shoulder. "And that lemonade ain’t the only thing of yours I wanna taste,” he suggested.
The shock in you was gone, like hell you’d pass this opportunity up. You’d been ogling him summer after summer, it’s about fucking time if anything. No more quick glances, no more playing safe and relentless sexual tension every single simple conversation. No more teasing and flirting, this was the real fucking deal. And with the way your cunt throbbed in between your legs at his suggestion, you definitely weren’t disagreeing.
You turned your head over your shoulder slightly, your eyes meeting his hungry gaze. “I just might let you,” you replied. He noticed that wanting look of yours that flickered up and down from his eyes to his lips that you wanted to kiss, then down his body you wanted to see and feel, to know.
Testing the waters, you pressed against him just a little firm, your heart pounding in anticipation. The feel of his breath on your neck was sending tingles just about everywhere. His eyes flickered over the features of your face before he stared intensely into your eyes, trying to figure you out.
“Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ shy on me,” he rumbled against your skin as his fingers on his other hand tightened on your thigh, dragging the robe higher. His other hand abandoned the glass, letting it clatter onto the counter as gripped your chin, tilting your head back so you could face him a bit more. His grip was firm, dominant, no room for hesitation now.
“I’m not,” you whispered, your lips just inches away from his. The tension was unbearable, leaving you with a soaked and throbbing cunt between your legs actually being this close to him. Toji took your statement as a challenge, bringing your face closer to his. “Show me then,” He grinned, his breath ghosting over your lips while his hand that was on your thigh inched closer toward where it was warmer. Feeling his touch gently roam into your inner thighs, you impatiently rub your ass against his front.
You leaned in, beginning to close the distance before his mouth abruptly crashed against yours before you could even gasp, his tongue sliding past your lips with a hunger that had been building for summers. Fuck, if you could just kiss him forever you would. All the want and sloppiness of it all made you melt with lust. The feel of his lips, his tongue, molding and rushing against yours made you squirm against him, and when he moaned into your mouth you just about lost it. Soft noises of your moans mixed together as you hungrily devoured one another’s mouths, his hand cradling the back of your head to pull you closer. He tasted like he’d been chewing on a watermelon-flavored stick of gum, his hands already wildly tugging at the flimsy tie of your robe. The fabric fell open with a quiet ruffle of noise, exposing your bare skin to the cool kitchen air and his ravenous gaze.
"Well ain’t you a fuckin’ beauty," he growled against your mouth, pushing your front against the counter. His knee nudged between your thighs from behind, forcing them apart as his hands roamed your curves, one sliding down eagerly squeezing and kneading on your ass, the other sliding up, palming on your tits, like he needed to memorize every inch of you. His teeth scraped your collarbone, a promise of bruises to come. "Gonna fuck you right here just how I been wantin’ to,” he declared.
You could barely register the way this was all moving so fast, still in bliss from the feel of his lips and tongue against yours, but all your brain could think was ’more, more, more,’. Your right hand gripped the counter in front of you, the left tugging him forward by his shirt, emphasizing the pure need to feel him, his bulge pressing up against your ass. You gasped as you rolled your hips back, your head tilted over your shoulder as your tongue wrestled his, your moans spilling into each other’s mouths as you could feel him grind against you.
You were so wet you were dripping down the inside of your thighs, and the high you were feeling was like none before. All your wildest dreams coming to life right here and right now in your kitchen.
His hand left your tit to roughly grab your hip, forcing you to grind back against him harder, each movement deliberate, each drag of his cock against your ass through those damn sweats sending a shudder through him. The wetness soaking your thighs? Yeah, he felt it too, the heat of your cunt teasing him through the fabric.
"You feel that doll? How much I want you?" He groaned into your mouth, his free hand sliding down to slip between your thighs, fingers dragging through your slick with a filthy, wet sound. "Drippin’ for me aren’t you baby," Two fingers pressed against the lips of your pussy before his entire hand gave your soaked cunt a light smack making you gasp and jolt against him. He lowly chuckled before he began slowly plunging his middle and ring fingers inside without warning, curling just right to make you moan. He pumped them in and out your messy pussy, short, sharp punches of his fingers fucking into you as his thumb circled your clit.
Your hips rutted back and forth, chasing that friction, cussing under your breath as your hands tightened their grip on the counter. “Could see how bad you wanted this the second I walked in," he rasped against your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. "All that playin’ nice, lemonade-makin’ and actin’ innocent knowing you been wantin’ this dick all this time. Fuck outta here." His fingers crooked deeper, making you squirm, his own hips jerking forward against your ass as if he couldn’t help it. "So many times I been dreamin’ about this pussy, wantin’ to bend you over this exact counter,” he growled.
“So why haven’t you sooner?” You managed to croak out, your thighs began to tremble at the feel of his hand between your legs, his fingers stretching your soaked cunt in the way that made your body continuously rut against his. He raised a brow, frowning a bit. “I should be the one askin’ you that,” he countered, his hand giving your pussy another light snack before smoothing the sting over with his palm. You moaned out, arching against him as both hands scrambled for a tighter hold onto the counter. “Toji,” you moaned out, just the sound he’d been dreaming to hear. Your hips stuttered, trying to fuck on his fingers, lewd wet noises filling the lustful air as the back your head lightly thumped against his chest, your lashes fluttering shut as his thumb circled your clit.
His breath was ragged against your ear, the sound of you moaning his name sending a jolt straight to his cock. He worked his fingers deeper, rougher, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, just the way you needed it.
"That’s it, fuck, that’s the sound I wanna hear. Just look at you baby,” he said with half-lidded eyes, cock throbbing as he took in the sight before him. “That’s right doll, fuck yourself on my hand," he growled, his free hand gripping your throat, tilting your head back against his shoulder so he could watch your face twist in pleasure. "Look at you, all that actin’ all sweet and shy when you’re just a greedy little slut for my fingers, huh?"
He curled them sharply inside you, dragging a high whine from your lips as your walls clenched around him. "Been dreamin’ 'bout this pussy clenching on me just like this," he hissed, his own hips grinding against your ass with more intensity, his cock straining against his sweats, precum staining his boxers. "Bet you wanna feel me stretch you even more, don’t you doll?" His fingers slowed, teasing you with shallow thrusts, just enough to keep you desperate. "Say it, admit t’me right now.”
You were already cumming on his fingers, and he was demanding answers to questions you barely heard. “Mmpnh—uh-huh,” you pathetically mewled with an eager nod, desperately rolling your hips to feel his fingers gush in and out your squelching cunt. The way he was talking to you, such vulgar and yet desiring words toward you made your cunt flutter around his fingers. He raised a brow feeling how suddenly messy in between your legs became. He grinned at the realization, but you spoke before he could tease you about it. “I want it Toji, I’ve been wanting it for a long time now,” you shamelessly admitted in a fit of pleasure. “Want you to fuck me so badly,” you whined, reaching a hand back at the waistband of his sweats, tugging him forward even closer just to feel the hardline of his cock press close to you.
“I know you want it too Toji,” you pried, pressing your ass even firmer against that aching bulge just begging for some friction. How the fuck could he resist when you said his name like that?
He let out a rough scoff, the sound dark and hungry as your fingers tugged at his waistband. His cock was twitching at the mere sound of your voice. "Ready for it, ain't you doll?" His fingers slid out of you with a wet pop, bringing his hand up to his lips, stretching your slick when spreading his fingers before slowly licking them clean. With a satisfied grunt, his other hand gripped your hip, spinning you around to face him. The counter dug into your lower back as he crowded you against it, his hand grasped over yours, guiding it to the waistband of his sweats before tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. It was everything and more than you imagined it to be. You’d knew it be big, that was a given with a body like his. But it was still even better to see it up close…big, thick, veined, already leaking.
"No more waitin' little lady,” he told you, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter, spreading your thighs wide. The robe hung off your shoulders, barely clinging to your body as he lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds. He pressed his tip against your clit, rubbing up and down as he peered into your eyes hazily. “This right here, this is special to me doll,” he murmured, slapping the tip of his dick over your pussy, his hands running up your sides till his thumbs brushed over your nipples. “Been watchin’ you tease me summers, givin’ me looks. Looks that give away just how filthy you really are," he hissed, pushing his tip in right where you ached for him, just enough to make you gasp at the slight stretch. “Now ‘m gonna see what looks you give me right now when I stuff you full of this dick."
He leaned down, plastering one wet and sloppy kiss to your lips before slowly pushing inside, taking his time to feel the very moment your cunt sucked him in. With one deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his groan tearing from his throat as your pussy stretched around him just the way he imagined, but even better. "There she is,” he gritted. “Fuck—," he moaned, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise before moving one under your knee, lifting it up till your knee pressed against your chest, and he held it there.
The first thrust immediately punched out a quiet cry from your lips. Your back immediately arched the moment his cock slowly seeped in, wincing from the stretch. Your hands scrambled to hold onto him, reaching for a shoulder, a bicep, anything at all, gasping out at the feel of his agonizingly slow and deep strokes. The walls of your cunt fluttered around him, soaked pussy trying to keep him sucked in every time he began to slide out, clenching on him so tight it ticked at his self-control.
Knew you'd feel—fuck, just like this." His hips snapped forward, then slowly pulled out enough before slamming back in again, setting a punishingly slow pace right from the start, each thrust sending the sound of his balls slapping against your ass through the kitchen. "Look at you," he whispered, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing rough and slow circles. "Sittin’ all pretty takin’ this cock.”
“‘S too deep Toji,” you whimpered, rolling your hips forward nonetheless, trying to get him to go faster. The lewd noise of his cock slowly sliding in and out your dripping pussy had you slightly flustered, trying to avoid his gaze, it only made him go harder, deeper. His grip under your knee tightened, forcing your other leg up higher with his other hand, spreading you wider as he leaned over you, his chest rising with every heavy breath he took. His smirk was filthy, breath hot against your lips.
"Nothin’ you can’t take doll, c’mon. Know you can,” he growled, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of his hips, making you squeal. "Every fuckin’ inch,” he hissed, his hand slapping on your ass to emphasize just how much it drove him crazy making you whimper and jolt against his body. “Mmn, yea? You like that don’t you?" He whispered. He began snapping his hips faster, his thrusts sped up, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that had your toes curling, your nails digging into his shoulders.
His free hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Eyes on me," he demanded, his voice rough, his pace unrelenting. "Wanna see every fuckin’ face you make while I ruin this tight pretty pussy." His thumb found your clit again, rubbing rough circles as his hips pistoned into you, the slap of skin echoing through the kitchen. "You like it baby? Like how my dick feel, huh?" He grinned, biting your lower lip.
“Mmnph—yea!” you nodded eagerly, biting your lip to keep control of the involuntary whines and cries that left your kiss-swollen lips. Every sentence you tried to mutter out was incoherent. Your cunt clenched around him, trying to milk him deeper, tighter. Every groan and touch of his sent a jolt of pleasuring tingles to your stomach, feeling your own release creeping up once again. “Ohh fuck, Toji, don’t—don’t stoppmnh! Gonna, gonna make me cum,” you gasped. The way you quickly rut your hips toward his turned erratic and desperate. Slick began gushing out your cunt, creating a puddle of lewdness on the counter beneath you, his balls slapping against your ass as he drove into you over and over.
"Yea? You gonna cum?” Toji moaned, his hand reaching up to grip your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pussy throb around his cock. You nodded, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. “Want you to fill me up, want you deep inside forever,” you mewled in a state of passion.
His laugh was dark and ragged, half a groan as your walls fluttered around him, your words sending a fresh wave of heat straight to his cock. His grip on your thigh tightened, fingers digging in as he fucked into you harder, deeper, hips snapping with a brutality that had you squirming and whimpering.
"Fuck—you want it doll?" He snarled, his thumb pressing harder on your clit, rubbing rough circles as his thrusts turned punishing. "Gonna cum all over this dick like a good girl?" His free hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. "C’mon then, take it," he demanded, his voice raw with want. "Cum all over this dick baby, use me."
He could feel you tightening around him, your pussy gripping him like you didn’t wanna let him go, your thighs trembling as your orgasm built, and fuck, he wasn’t far behind, his balls drawing up tight, his cock throbbing inside you. "Gonna fuck my cum so deep into you," he grunted, his pace faltering, hips stuttering as pleasure coiled low in his gut. “You’ll be leakin’ me all night,” he whispered. Your breath came in harsh pants as you teetered on the edge, your moans growing higher in volume as your arms reached around his neck to bring him closer, moaning out against his collarbone as you could no longer hold back, your body shivering as your soaked cunt tingled in pleasure, fluttering around his cock.
“Fuck, ‘m cumming Toji—mmnpgh fuck, I’m cumming!!” you sobbed. Your head was thrown back, lashes fluttering as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your thighs left trembling, shaky breaths leaving your parted lips as you rode out your high on his dick. Thick layers of cream immediately gushed around his cock, coating him with full coverage as you came undone.
The second your cunt clamped down on him, milking his cock like you were trying to wring every drop out of him, Toji let out a broken moan, almost a whine that made your cunt twitch once more. Fuck, you were squeezing him so tight he saw stars. "Shit doll—fuck, fuck—" His hips jerked erratically, slamming into you one last time before he buried himself, each and every inch, tip kissing your cervix, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside your pussy, creamy ropes of thick cum filling you up just the way you longed for.
He shuddered against you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rode out his own orgasm, hips desperately punching toward you as he kissed on your neck in desperation, cradling the back of your neck, his grip on your thigh with his other hand bruising your skin. His breath was ragged, his body still trembling with the aftershocks as he slowly pulled out, his cum already spilling out of you, dripping onto the counter mixing in your own mess between you two.
His hand lifted, thumb dragging through your folds, swiping the mess before bringing it to his lips, sucking it clean with a satisfied nod. "Fuckin’ perfect," he murmured, voice rough."Damn near head-to-head with that lemonade of yours,” he slightly grinned.
Thats when you remembered, he did originally come here for a drink before starting up on your lawn. Your eyes flickered over to the forgotten jug of lemonade over on the other counter then back up at him, it almost made you laugh. Honestly it was crazy how wanting to do a good deed for him turned into actually doing the deed with him. You cleared your throat after a moment. “Well, did you still want some?” you asked, a little thirsty yourself after all that chaos on the counter.
He helped you off, your hands holding onto his arms as you wobbled a little before maintaining balance, pointlessly fixing up your robe. Some dignity was better than none.
He let out a breathless laugh, nodding his head as he tugged his sweats back up, wiping his hands on the towel still draped over his shoulder. "Yeah, ‘m still thirsty," he said, eyes dragging over your mess of a robe, the way your thighs glistened with the aftermath of him, made his heart swell with pride. “But I think you got other shit to clean up first." He teased.
He reached past you, grabbing the glass you’d been struggling for that started all this earlier, filling it to the brim with lemonade before taking a slow sip, watching you over the rim. The taste never got old. "Ms. Hallie wasn’t lyin’," he admitted, licking his lips. "Damn good." His grin was lazy and satisfied, the kind of look a man gets when he’s had his fill of everything he wanted.
He set the glass down, nodding toward the mess on the counter. "Need help with that?" he asked, tone teasing. "Or you just gonna let it dry?"
You scoffed, waving him off as you headed to the cabinet under the kitchen sink. “Just shut up, go take a shower or something,” you playfully rolled your eyes as you grabbed some paper towels and some lemon-scented lysol to clean up.
He chuckled, raising his hands up in mock surrender, it was fun to tease you. "Hey, just offerin'," he replied, watching as you wiped away the mess you two made.
His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, the sight of you, still ruffled and disheveled from your guys’ little encounter, it began tugging on something inside him. He stepped closer, one hand reaching out to tuck stubborn strands behind your ear. The gesture was oddly tender, a stark contrast to his usual roughness. "Hey," he said, his voice suddenly low.
You paused for a moment, a bit caught by surprise. “Huh?” you asked, looking over your shoulder before turning to fully face him. You set the lysol down on the counter as you looked up at him. In this moment, you really took an opportunity to look at him, look at his features, noticing the scar on the right corner of his mouth. He really was handsome, and you really could look at him just about all day, that didn’t change.
His thumb brushed along your cheek, lingering there as he studied your face, the same way you studied his. He looked at the way your eyes caught the light, the softness of your lips still swollen from his kisses. For a second, he looked almost... uncertain, something rare for a man like him.
"Next time," he started, voice gruff but quieter than before, "don’t stay hidin’ behind the curtain like always. Just come say hi.” There was an unspoken promise there, a shift in the air between them, more than just lust, more than just heat. Then, as if catching himself, he smirked, slipping back into that cocky ease.
"And keep that lemonade stocked. Shit’s addictive."
“Okay, fair,” you nodded, giving him a genuine smile he secretly longed to always see.
With that, he set down his towel, looking at you for a moment. “About that shower,” he grinned, before hauling you into his arms, causing you to laugh out in surprise, slinging you over his shoulder before heading toward the bathroom, and wondering just what the hell this summer was gonna turn into.