Oh man, this is bad. Really really bad..but fuck, does it feel so good. You can feel the way his calloused hand find their way under your shirt like a snake slithering into forbidden land, touching the warmth of your bare skin, his stubble scratching the flushed skin of your sensitive neck, and my god..his deep growls of frustration that prove just how much he’s holding back on you.

He in question, is Johnathan Price. 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 about his work and whatnot. He was quite friendly despite his intimidating physique, his mutton chops and unintentional deadly gaze that just screamed business. The way John looked at you, how he reciprocated the energy in conversations in that sexy..deep..seductive..British accent— No! You can’t think like that, you’re literally 23-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.

John picked you up like you weighed nothing to place you on his counter, he crashed his lips against yours as he stood in between your legs, wanting to be close but hesitated to cross a line. He growled against your lips, his hands coming under your shirt to feel your supple skin. You held back the urge to moan into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

John broke the kiss, trailing kisses from your jawline to 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. “Fuckin’ hell, you make me want to make everything I know feel wrong..”