Chapter One
Marty
“Jesus fucking Christ.” That can’t be real. She isn’t possibly doing what I think she is, is she?
I’m housesitting for my best friend and partner in the NYPD, Onyx Inwood, while he takes his sweet wife and their kids to Disney World for a family vacation. Onyx told me to keep myself under control when it came to his neighbor.
The hot little piece of ass is wearing on my last nerve, though.
Not only is she young—too fucking young for me—but she’s a craving I’m not supposed to cave into. I have to stay away. She’s also been a tease from the day I met her almost two years ago. Watching me with wide-eyed innocence and lust in her stare. She craved me before she even knew what the word meant.
She’s been begging me with those perfectly perched lips, those suckable tits, and the tightest ass I’ve ever seen. I tried to brush her off for so fucking long. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold off now, though. Not with her parents gone and me here all alone.
She’s in fucking high school.
She’s also eighteen.
Fuck off.
I’d rather fuck her.
Little miss innocence, Celeste Davis, has been flashing her ass in tiny shorts and showing off more tits than a whore in a whore house.
But, she’s careful. Only when I’m around does she dress so scantily.
And now…
Right fucking now.
Mother fucker.
She’s lying on the grass in her backyard, sun tanning, naked.
That’s right, fucking naked.
She’s rubbing lotion on those succulent little cheeks while flashing me just a hint of her tight, tiny little rosebud.
My cock is throbbing just thinking about violating all her holes. Filling her with as much cum as I can release into her body.
Unable to control myself, I release the buckle of my jeans and take my cock in hand. With a hard grip, I stroke up and down roughly, working myself into a frenzy as Celeste lifts her ass in the air, making the same motion she would if I was fucking her from behind.
“Fuck me sideways,” I hiss out. I can feel my seed building in my nuts as I picture her on her knees in front of me, sucking the cum right out of my dick.
Swallowing every drop as I release into her mouth.
“Motherfuck—” Semen spills into my hand as my imagination controls my movements, and all I want to do is go down there and cover every delicate inch of her body in my sperm. Marking her as mine.
“Fuck this,” I gasp. I’ve never been one to hold off on going after what I want, let alone something I already consider mine.
And Celeste most certainly is mine. From now until the end of fucking time, I’m going to keep her dirty as fuck and happy as hell.
Storming down the stairs and out the back door, I waltz over to her yard, intent on claiming every goddamned inch of her.
Celeste
I can feel his gaze on me as I rub the lotion into my body. I want to roll over onto my back, but I’m not brave enough. I know he’s the only one home on our block right now; everyone else is working, hoping to get away for the long weekend.
My parents left me home alone, like usual, to go on a quick getaway, as they called it. What they really meant is they’re tired of me and need a break.
I’m not perfect. I have needs, fantasies really, that include Detective Martin Lynch of the NYPD, and they disapprove.
They’ve been telling me for months—after catching me staring at him—that he wouldn’t want a little girl like me. What they don’t know, or haven’t paid attention to, is the fact, not only am I a virgin, but I’ve never even kissed a boy, and I get the feeling that’s exactly what Marty likes.
To even get the guts to come out here, I had to take a shot of Vodka from my mother’s cabinet, which I’m certain she’ll notice upon their return.
I was an early in life child and my grandparents on both sides refused to let mom and dad put me up for adoption. We’re also strict God-fearing Christian folks—well, they are, or were, at some point—so abortion was out of the question too.
It’s been nothing but regret, heartache, and reminder since the day of my birth. They remind me often of what a surprise I was.
Having just turned eighteen, and nearly graduating high school, all I care about is getting out of this house and maybe even away from New York.
I used to love this city. I loved the crowds, the nights, the life. The fact there is always something going on is a huge draw for me. But on my birthday, my parents became stricter. I don’t even know why. I’m not allowed to go anywhere but home and school.
I’m a prisoner in an adult’s body in my childhood home.
I could whine and cry about how life’s not fair, but then Marty showed up a couple of days ago to housesit while Onyx and Grace take a vacation. In a lot of ways, I’m grateful for our neighbors. Not only do they treat me like an old friend, but Grace is like the older sister I wish I had.
She takes me shopping with her, lets me help her with the kids. We bake and make huge family meals for every holiday. Since my parents are gone any chance they get, I’m not even sure they know how close I am to the Inwood family. If they did, I’m certain I’d have been shipped off to a boarding school in Switzerland by now.
With the appearance of Marty now, a man I’ve lusted after for far too long, I’m throwing caution to the wind and going for what I truly want.
Him.
Just a single passion-filled night with Martin.
I know he’s a player. I once heard Onyx tell Grace he’s a hit it and quit it kind of guy. I’m sure by the time he’s done with me, I’ll have regret written all over me. But if I’m to be locked away like some princess with no knight in shining armor in sight, I might as well enjoy my time.
The banging of the neighbor’s door as it slams shut alerts me to Martin’s loss of control. I’m honestly surprised he was able to hold off for as long as he did.
Suddenly shy, I stand up and dive into the pool. With distance between us, I know I can push him back should I need to.
The water ripples around my nude body as I kick my legs and swim to the far side. Popping my head up, I place my hands on the side of the pool and rest my head on them. Facing the gate where I’m certain Martin will come through any second, I close my eyes and wait.
The wind feels softer as it blows. The water warms from the bright sun in the sky. I hear the blades of grass crunch under his heavy, determined steps, and I feel the vibration of the gate opening as he comes in the yard.
“Celeste.” He groans.
I keep my eyes closed, terrified I’ll chicken out once I see him.
“Celeste.”
I love the sound of my name on his lips. His voice is deep, filled with an obsessive need for me.
“Celeste.” He’s right in front of me now.
Inhaling a deep breath, I slowly open my gaze and my eyes climb his body with hunger as he stands barefoot in front of me. “Hi,” I murmur as our stares merge. All my confidence from earlier has vanished and I’m the eighteen-year-old virgin with a crush on my neighbors’ friend again.
Crouching in front of me, Martin cups my cheek with one hand, pulling me up and out of the water until my breasts are showing. Self-conscious, I move to cover them when he jerks my chin forward and shakes his head no. “You don’t get to tease a man the way you did and then cover it up, babe.” He smirks as I feel a blush work up my face.