Page 34 of Buckle Up, Buttercup

A soft groan escapes me as I drag my mouth along the curved shell of her ear. “You smell good like this, Bluebell. Relaxed.”

She turns her head just enough to hover her mouth close to mine. “Is this supposed to help me relax more, Hadrian?”

Dropping my voice low, I let out a satisfied chuckle. “No, my pretty little neighbor. Not at all.” Straightening tall, I grin at her as I shove my hands into my back pockets and tuck my wings behind me. I want to take that first kiss, but I don’t want it when she’s drunk. I don’t want there to be any confusion when I kiss her for the first time.

“Good night, Miss Tucker.”

She lifts her chin, shooting me a snooty, imperious look.

I love it. That sass. Beneath it all, there’s a tender side of Bluebell. A side that’s in desperate need of someone in her corner. That’s me, even though she probably doesn’t know it yet. She needs someone for those quiet moments between the rush and mess. The two a.m. cuddle sesh. The post dinner clean up. And everything in between. She does it all alone and I really, really hate that for her.

She shoves her keys in her door lock and opens it. After disappearing inside, she pokes her head back out and sticks her tongue out at me. “Tease.” That said, she goes back inside and slams the door.

Chuckling, I turn and head into my apartment. Inside, I change out of clothes that smell like a bar and into gray sweatpants. I forego the shirt. There’s no one here to be offended by my state of half nudity.

Faint singing filters through my door from Bluebell’s apartment. Normally, I don’t listen for her, but tonight I’m amped and hot, and her scent is buried in my nostrils so deeply. My cock hardens against my thigh, stretching against the fabric of my pants as I twitch an ear to listen.

She’s singing and humming, although I can’t make out any particular song. Stalking across the hall, I press my ear to her front door. It’s not like anyone is going to come up here. We’re the only two apartments on the Bodice’s second story.

The sound of clothes hitting the floor has me holding back a groan. I reach down and grip my dick through the sweatpants, stroking down the length just once. Heat flares from the base of my shaft, my skin tingling as my sack tightens. Precum drips from me like a faucet at the mere idea of Bluebell naked on the other side of this door.

Springs squeak as she drops into bed, still humming. Moments later, the sound of something vibrating reverberates from inside. I do groan then, as the vibrations rise and fall. Her moans are soft and inconsistent at first, her bed springs squeaking faintly. Fuuuuuck.

She must not realize quite how good my senses are. I’m pressed to the doorway, hand on my cock, and I start stroking faster up and down my rigid length, pulling gently at the piercings that line the underside. Squeezing my tip, I gather the moisture there and use it to jerk myself roughly. Soft groans fill my throat, growls following as the sound of her vibrator amps my lust.

I press my forehead to her door, shoving my hand inside my pants for skin on skin. Gripping my cock, I choke out a groan as heat spears through me, my abs tensing and tightening as Bluebell cries out inside.

Something clicks, and her vibrator whirs faster, her bed squeaking rapidly. Wood cracks and splinters. Gods, is she gripping her headboard? It’s what I imagine she’s doing as I jack myself hard and fast.

“Say my name, baby,” I beg softly through the door. If she utters my name, I’m ripping this door off the hinges to get to her.

“Oh gods,” she moans. The vibrator makes sounds like a jet engine taking off.

I’m dying, moaning against the hard surface of her door as she masturbates inside.

“Say my name,” I plead again. “Bluebell.”

She makes a choked sound, then a muffled scream like she has her hand clapped over her mouth. The scent of her coming undoes me, and orgasm hits me like a freight train. Baring my fangs, I ride out waves of pleasure, jerking my hips against her door as I fantasize about being buried inside her.

“Say it,” I beg softly once more. “Fuuuuuck.”

I’m whining with need by the time her orgasm fades. Mine drags long, and I’m still coming like a fucking faucet as she rolls out of bed and turns the water on. When she steps into the shower and starts humming again, I flip against the door, panting so hard, I’m seeing stars. I stalk across the hall, sweatpants soaked through and dripping cum all over the hallway floor.

She didn’t say my name.

Fuck me.

Bluebell

“Bluebell, I’m here!”

Tiana’s voice drifts from the Bodice’s front door to where I am in the storeroom.

“Back here,” I shout, knowing she’ll easily find her way to me.

Moments later, the beautiful purple-haired troll appears in the storeroom door, amethyst brows rising high. She plants both big hands on her hips and looks around.

“My oh my, what is going on here? This place is a bit more of a mess than I would have expected.”