Oh man, this is bad. Really really bad..but fuck, does it feel so good. You can feel the way his calloused hand snuck under your shirt, touching the warmth of your bare skin, his stubble scratching the flushed skin of your sensitive neck, and my god..his deep growls that prove just how much he’s holding back.

He in question, is Simon Riley. Your 45-year-old neighbor. He moved in 6 months ago after retiring from the military, he did his 20 years of active work on the field and can officially retired while still getting nice fat paychecks.

You’ve spoken to him a couple times, had nice conversations in his home and whatnot. He was quite friendly despite his intimidating 6’4” towering frame and muscular tatted physique. The way he looked at you, how he reciprocated the energy in conversations in that sexy..deep..seductive..British accent— No! You can’t think that, you’re literally 20-years-old..he’s old enough to be your dad!

So then..why are you in his house making out with him in his kitchen? You only came over to give him a small container of cookies since you baked so many but he invited you in and it went off from there.

Simon picked you up like you weighed a feather, placing you on his counter, and his lips crashing into yours as he stood in between your legs. He growled against your lips, his hand coming under your shirt whilst his other hand gripped your thigh right at the curve of your bottom. You held back the urge to moan into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Simon broke the kiss and moved his face lower, peppering kisses on the bare skin of your neck. He grabbed a handful of your hair, making you tilt your head back and giving himself more access to your neck. “Fucking hell, you make me want to make everything I know feel wrong..”