Dexter
"Babe, your tits feel fucking amazing," I growled into Penny's ear, moulding her hard nipples with my thumb. We were on the top floor, standing in the hallway outside my apartment, and my back was pressed against the doors of the lift. Penny was going to make me lose my mind in a second, grabbing my cock so eagerly and playing with it, like it was a fucking toy.
"Your apartment, Dex. Let's just go in already," she moaned when I shoved my fingers into her knickers, touching that delicious spot between her legs. I was hungry for her soaking pussy, and she responded to my touch eagerly.
"Do you like it when I stroke you so fast?" I asked her.
She gripped my cock harder and slid her fingers around my balls. I was in heaven, my pants ready to burst into flames.
"I love it, Dex," she moaned. With my other hand, I held her face in place and devoured her mouth. I didn't do slow and gentle. I liked to be in control at all times. Even the kiss had to be the way I wanted it, deep and rough. "Just don't stop… please… I'm so close."
I laughed and bit her lower lip, ignoring the vibration of the lift behind my back. I knew it would stop long before it got to this floor. No one used the elevator to come up here; I was the only occupant of this floor.
All of a sudden I felt something behind me—the lift stopped and the doors opened. I was too busy concentrating on Penny's pussy to care, but then someone or something pushed me forward.
I lost my bearings, Penny yelped, and I flew to the floor, losing my balance. Something hard hit me. I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head and heard a loud, "Fucking boxes! What the hell is wrong with the lift?"
Penny lay on the floor next to me, giggling. I glanced up and saw shit everywhere. Books, DVDs, magazines, and clothes were scattered around the floor. My head was banging and I was more than pissed. My johnson went flat like a tire, and that never happened to me before. What the fuck?
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there."
The voice came from a blond girl who picked herself up off the floor, blushing red in an instant. She wasn't Scottish. English, maybe; she didn't have that thick accent that I was used to.
I narrowed my eyes and glanced at Penny. One of her tits was hanging out and her trousers were unzipped. She was pulling herself together, but it was obvious that we had been busy with each other only a minute ago. I glanced back at the girl. Her mouth hung wide open as her eyes moved from Penny to me.
She was fit. Not slim, but she had nice curves in just the right places. What the fuck is she doing on my floor?
"Barbie, this is my floor. No one apart from me is allowed in here, unless I make an exception and you're here for my cock?"
Barbie had platinum-blond hair, the most stunning green eyes, and she was taller than most women.
"Excuse me?" She laughed nervously, placing her hands on her hips. My fucking intimidation game wasn't working.
"I'm not here to fuck or explain myself to you. I'm sorry that I bumped into you and your friend here," she said while rolling her eyes, which meant that she wasn't sorry at all. "But if you hadn't been banging her by the lift, this wouldn't have happened."
"Penny, get inside the apartment, and put some porn on for entertainment while I deal with Barbie here," I said with a stern voice. Penny was mumbling something, but she obeyed me and that was the main thing. The girl inhaled, going red again, and glaring at me like she wanted to stick a fork between my eyes.
"Don't call me that, you arrogant prick. I'm moving in next door. I inherited apartment twenty-one." she hissed and looked around. Yeah, there was shit everywhere. She started picking up her stuff off the floor. I looked down and saw a slutty pink thong lying by my feet. It wasn't the kind of underwear that women wore to work, but wore to fuck. And she wore a size twelve.
She got up and launched forward wanting to snatch her knickers from my hand, but I didn't let her, stepping away and catching a wave of her perfume. Orchid and blackberry. I had an instant sense of deja vu, as if I recognised the scent.
"No so fast, Barbie. You have to earn the privilege to have these back." I smirked.
Her face grew harder. She couldn't have inherited the apartment from Joey. He had no family, no friends, or anyone that I knew was even interested in burying him. The solicitors were dealing with what he left. She was probably playing me.
Her eyes grew wider and her skin paled with shock. After a few seconds, she turned around, picked up something from a box, and threw it at me.
A tennis ball hit my head and then bounced off the wall. I hissed, reaching for my forehead. I didn't see that coming.
"Keep them, asshole," she snapped with a delicious smile, picking up her boxes and marching away. I stood there like a fucking moron, watching as she swayed her delectable hips towards the next-door apartment. "I'm filing a complaint," she said, "and you may keep the knickers for a souvenir, a memory of what you will never have."
Then she just slammed the door, disappearing inside. My forehead was throbbing with pain, but I didn't care. I clenched my fists and strolled back to my own apartment, ready to deal with her later.
