Prologue

Holly

EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY

I sighed and stared up at my ceiling, wishing I was happier that I was finally turning eighteen today. So many people got excited about it since it was such a big day. It was the year I was officially supposed to be considered an adult. Life was supposed to be great. I was supposed to get more freedom. Be able to have more fun.

Unless that person was like me and born in September, which meant I still had the entire school year to go before I could really branch out and just be me.

Huffing, I rolled over, looking out my open curtains to the house next to me. Someone had moved into that house a couple of days ago, but I hadn't seen them yet. Cheer practice had been keeping me too busy, but today was Sunday, which meant no obligations until later when I went out with my best friend, Ginger, to celebrate my birthday.

My eyes widened when I saw the neighbor in the room directly across from mine. He had just gotten out of the shower. Water was running in rivulets down his chest as he towel-dried his hair, and he hadn't bothered to pull a towel around his waist.

I swallowed thickly, unable to rip my eyes away. I continued to stare, drinking him in. His shoulders were broad, his arms thick and corded with muscles, his veins standing out against his tanned skin. It was clear he worked in the sun. Even from my position on the bed, I could see where his tan sort of cut off, his skin turning a lighter shade where the sun didn't touch his body as often.

Hair was splattered across his chest in dark curls, and I suddenly had the urge to sink my fingers in that hair, tug a little. I bet his chest would be hard and toned, just as it looked, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip at the mere thought of getting to touch someone who looked as good as him.

He didn't have abs, but his belly was flat with a line of curly, dark hair that matched the hair on his chest, except it led straight down to?—

Oh my God.

He was hard, his shaft thick and jutting out from his body. I ached between my legs, a small moan crawling out of my throat. I wasn't a virgin by any means, but no guy I had ever fucked had a cock like that . I knew it would burn when it stretched me, but that burn—that ache—would be all-consuming, would send me tumbling over the edge so easily.

And I bet a man like that knew how to use it, too. Knew how to get a woman off so she wouldn't have to go home and finish the job herself… like I'd done so many times now with my boyfriend.

He took a seat on his bed and leaned back against the wall, his hairy thighs spread, giving me a view of his heavy balls. I whimpered, my fingers already under the waistband of my sleep shorts, playing with my clit. So, when he gripped his thick cock in his hand and began to stroke it, his head falling back against the wall, I had to cover my mouth with my hand so I wouldn't alert my parents to what I was doing.

My breathing increased, becoming labored, when his lips parted the slightest bit, his hand moving faster over his shaft. Every couple of strokes, he tightened his fist at his head and ran his thumb over the slit, gathering the precum leaking from his tip.

I was panting, my body wound too tight, desperate to come, but I wanted to see him come first. I was infatuated with men coming. I loved the way their muscles tightened, how lost in pure ecstasy they looked. I couldn't get enough of the way cum would coat their chest, their belly, and their hand as they finished themselves off. And God , the way they moaned…

He was moving even faster now, and I wished I could hear the way his hand moved over his dick. I wished I could actually see how slick his precum was making him.

I swallowed a whimper, my lips parting. I was so fucking close. My body was trembling, my legs were shaking, and my hips were chasing my hand, desperately seeking the same thing I was.

Finally, fucking finally , his mouth fell open, his throat muscles tightened, and cum spurted over his chest and belly. I bit my fist as I came, my eyes rolling back in my head.

When I opened my eyes, my neighbor was cleaning himself off with the towel he'd been drying his hair with. He looked up, and our eyes locked. My cheeks darkened.

My hot as fuck new neighbor just caught me with my hand in my pants… while looking in his direction.

Fuck .