#neighbor!andy

A man.

A rather attractive man.

No one else.

No children.

No wife or girlfriend; no sister or mother.

How curious.

Raising your eyebrows as he carried another box inside the house, you turned your back to the sink, thoughts racing on how to be the best neighbor possible, deciding upon the best way to welcome him to the neighborhood.

The coffee was sat down on the counter, hair pulled into a ponytail as you gathered the ingredients needed to make your neighborhood famous chocolate chip cookies. After mixing the batter, spooning the dough, cooking and cooling the cookies, you placed them on a nice plate and wrapped them with plastic wrap.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at the plate of cookies. They looked so tasty, so cute, and so delectable, but then you remembered that while the cookies appeared to be appetizing, you did not—not that your acts of kindness were in hopes of a little sugar, but you were recently divorced and growing bored.

Running up the stairs, you rounded the corner into your bedroom, feet carrying you straight into your walk in closet. Your fingers skimmed over the choices of clothing— the dresses, the leggings, that one jumpsuit that was to die for— but you ultimately decided upon something rather simple: a sundress.

Your pale yellow sundress, with light colored flowers scattered along the pattern, hugged your body perfectly. The sleeves were off the shoulder and the neckline offered a fabulous view, especially when you bent over.

You smoothed your hair down as you carried the plate across the road, licking your teeth clean as you walked to the door. You raised your hand to knock on the door, but was surprised when the door opened in the seconds before you could reach it.

"Oh- Hi," the man spoke, slightly startled at your sudden appearance.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as you got a closer look at the handsome stranger, while your hands held firmly against the bottom of the plate. "Hi, I'm so sorry to scare you. I made you cookies," you replied, raising the plate up to gesture to your hard work.

The new neighbor grinned brightly at you, arm extending into the house as he welcomed you in. "The boxes can wait."

You giggled softly, walking into his big home that was crowded with boxes still to be unpacked. He closed the door behind you, hand finding the small of your back to guide you in the direction of the kitchen. "Sorry for the mess. I've not had a minute to really unpack things yet."

You hummed a soft response as you followed him into the kitchen. The cookies were set on the counter as your brain clouded in an attempt to remember the feeling of the slight embrace from earlier. You watched his hands closely, searching for a wedding band, as he reached into his cabinets and brought out the only two cups on the shelves. "Moving is a long process, it can be hard and tiring to get everything in order," you offered as you smiled softly to yourself— no ring.

He chuckled, turning his attention back to you as he offered you a glass of water while taking the plastic wrap off of the cookies. "Yeah, especially when you have to do it alone," he muttered, seemingly more to himself as he cocked his eyebrows down at the cookies before returning his gaze to you as you stood on the other side of the island. "How about you? Are you..." he questioned, eyes darting down to your left hand where you once wore a ring.

You looked down at the tan lines on your finger, raising it up to show him as you cleared the air, "No, not anymore. He has a thing for secretaries apparently... and his best friend's wife... and the lady at the gas station on 3rd."

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as your list continued, cookie shoved in his mouth as he mulled over the proper response. You giggled as you watched the wheels turning in his head, mouth nervously chewing the cookie in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to understand how someone could do that to someone who can cook like you," he replied softly, unsure if a joke with a dash of a compliment was the best course of action so quickly, but when you laughed at his comment, he knew it was the right one.

He wiped his palms against one another, brushing the cookie crumbs away from his skin as he extended an arm across the island to you, "I'm Andy. Andy Barber."

You smirked at Andy as you placed your small, delicate hand against his bigger, calloused hand and shook it softly, "(Y/N). (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)."

He smiled at you as he repeated your name slowly, hand still slowly shaking yours, "(Y/N). Gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman."

You scoffed as you pulled away slowly, elbows leaning on the counter below you as your head landed in your hands, cleavage being pushed up by the granite below you. "You're a charmer aren't you, Andy? Are you flattering me to make you more cookies or do you have an ulterior motive?" You teased, a gleam in your eye let him know which of the two you preferred.

Andy narrowed his darkening eyes at you, tongue leaving his mouth to lick his lips as he mulled over whether or not his next question should be asked or not.

Fuck it

"Sweetheart, are you bending over my island like that because you want me to look at your tits or because you want me to fuck you from behind?"

You gulped, eyes widening slightly as you stared into his intense glare, body not moving from its stance. He smirked as he watched the friendly, cookie-making-neighbor demeanor leave your body and your eyes clouded over with dark lust.

Your ability to form words left your body, your focus on steadying your breathing while your imagination ran with the possibilities of what Andy Barber could do to your body. He brought a finger to your cheek, brushing hair out of your face as he brought his dangerously close to yours. His hot breath fanned your face as he continued to taunt, "Sweetheart, I believe I asked you a question."

You opened your mouth to answer his original question, but closed it again after still not being capable to make proper sense, a small breathy moan escaping your throat instead. Andy chuckled darkly, his hand grabbing your jaw to pull your face close to his, centimeters of thick air separating the two of you. "Bad girls get punished, Sweetheart. Are you sure you want to ignore Daddy?"

You took a slow, deep breath, fighting the urge to close the small gap between the two of you, the idea of being punished, in addition to the use of the new nickname, spurring you to be more defiant. You smirked at him before pushing your face into his touch, bringing his thumb between your teeth before sinking them into the flesh, tongue licking around the digit.

He watched you intently, a low groan leaving his body as he brought both hands to your face, pulling you up to close the gap between you both, lips mashing with yours. Your lips moved against his in unison, tongues tangling together in a battle of dominance that you knew you would be the one to give in to.

One of his hands roamed your body, down your arm and across your breasts while the other found its way into your hair. His nimble fingers tangled in the roots of your hair, pulling harshly, causing your lips to fall off of his. You whined as the sting on your scalp mixed with the pleasure of his teeth and tongue trailing along your jaw and down your neck.

Abruptly, Andy pulled away from you, pushing your head onto the granite counters as he moved his body behind you. His large hands lifted the hem of your sundress to expose your pantie clad ass to him, massaging the cheeks roughly.

"Daddy warned you, Sweetheart. Bad Girls get punished. Now, tell me, Sweetheart, do you think you deserve to be punished?" Andy asked as his rough digits squeezed your cheeks.

You tuned your head slightly to look back at him, whining as you replied, "Yes, Daddy. I was a bad girl." You leaned your hips back against him, shaking your ass to the side, waiting for any form of contact, as he chuckled lowly at the sudden obedience.

He brought a hand down on your ass harshly, providing you no chance to warm up or adjust to the punishment before his other smacked down directly after it. You hissed at the pain, face buried into the granite as he continued his assault on your reddening cheeks.

smack

smack

smack

smack

Your hisses turned into whimpers, which turned into moans as you felt his hands halted their abuse and began to rub along the red marks left behind. A low groan left Andy's throat as he lowered his lips to your ass, kissing and licking over the area to soothe the sticking, while his beard prickled the skin more— a double edged sword of pain and pleasure that brought a dampness to your cotton panties.

He fell to his knees behind you, hands soothing over your ass before trailing down your thighs, groping your skin as he settled between your legs, pushing them farther apart to widen your stance. You leaned your head off the countertop, desperate to get a look at Andy beneath you until your eyes were closing in pleasure when he brought his fingertips to your core. His digits trailed up your clothed slit, taking a deep inhale before speaking lowly, "Sweetheart, you're dripping wet. Is all of that for Daddy?"

Your knees weakened as they wobbled at the inquiry, a soft moan leaving your lips as you whispered, "Yes, daddy."

He hummed a response, fingers looping around your panties as he pulls them to the side, exposing your slick covered cunt to him. "Such a good girl for Daddy. Bet your pathetic ex husband never even bothered to please you."

You gasped lightly at the words, forehead leaning against the counter as he stuck his tongue out to your cunt. His tongue licked up your core, from your entrance to your clit, flicking your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud. Moans left your mouth as you gripped the edge of the counter to hold yourself up, knees growing weaker at the sensations.

Andy's lips secured themselves around your bundle of nerves, teeth occasionally dragging along the sensitive spot as he sucked harshly, cheeks hallowed. Your moans were breathless, as your mouth fell open; your brain quickly clouded up as every intelligent thought left your senses. Suddenly, all you could think about was Andy: 

his lips on your clit, 

his hands squeezing your ass after smacking red splotches along your skin, 

the way his cock was surely engorged and painfully pressing against his sweatpants, 

and the way he was about to make you cum all over his face.

"Cover daddy's face, Sweetheart," he muttered against your core, tongue slipping between your wet folds. Your hips bucked against him softly, desperate for more as he continued lapping at your velvet walls.

He slapped across your ass as his tongue slipped back in you, bringing your orgasm the forefront. You dropped your jaw, a loud groan escaping as your knees went weak and you released your euphoria across his tongue. He groaned as he licked every drop up, making sure to clean up any mess you had made before standing to his feet with a devilish grin plastered on his face, beard covered in your slick.

You watched him breathlessly, face stuck to the granite as you looked behind you. "Poor guy doesn't know what he abandoned, does he?" He asked as he brought his sweat pants down, stroking his hard cock as you watched with widened eyes. "Don't worry, Sweetheart, Daddy'll be gentle," he muttered as he brought your panties to your ankles, leaving wet kisses along your skin as he stood back up.

"Maybe," he added quickly before shoving his cock deep within your walls, taking the breath right out of your lungs as you groaned loudly, hand reaching back to touch his tummy, to push him back lightly as you adjusted. He tsked as he grabbed your hands together, holding them against your lower back as he continued thrusting quickly and deeply into your cunt.

"Fuck, daddy," you groaned, eyes watching his face contort as he watched your pussy take every inch of his cock with every thrust.

He groaned deeply, "Fuck, baby girl. 's like you're made for me."

You whined against the countertop, the feeling of your pussy clench around his cock as it brushed against your walls perfectly, bringing you to your second orgasm. He felt the squeeze around him, bringing a hand to slap your ass harshly as his other one dug harshly into your hip. "You better not cum without me."

You tried gathering your breath enough to speak, focusing on the words needed to beg for a release, but was abandoned in your time of need when you felt Andy pull out of your cunt. You whined at the loss of contact, looking back at him as he stroked his cock behind you, a diabolical smile plastered on his lips as he groaned your name, jaw going slack while he spurted hot, white ropes across your backside.

He groaned whilst his eyes focused on yours, mouth watering for another taste of you as he watched you slowly sway your hips around, probably probing for a moment of friction. Andy reached around to this oven, pulling the small towel off of the bar before wiping your back clean. He chuckled as he turned you around and brought his lips to yours once again, moaning against your lips as you reciprocated a moan and pouted against his touch.

Pulling away from you, he pushed your hair behind your ears, moving the soft strands off of your shoulders before lifting you by your hips on to the island. He pulled a stool out, sitting in front of your core as he lifted your dress enough to slide his head underneath it, hands pushing your thighs apart as he lowered his face into your cunt.

"Gotta get another taste of this sweet pussy, okay baby girl?"

You whined as your fingers twisted around his short strands of hair, watching the protrusion under your dress move closer as you felt his tongue dart out and lap at your core, groaning when he felt how wet you still were. Your back arched as he pulled your hips as close to his face as he could get them, beard hairs prickling along your inner thighs as he nestled himself in the place he had grown to love the most— in between your thighs.

His lips found your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves again, teeth lightly gliding over it and making your body jerk at the sensation. He growled as your body moved away from his at the impact, pulling you harshly back against his tongue as he purposely pushed his beard into your inner thighs in retaliation.

"Gotta cum, daddy," you groaned in a hot breath, chest heaving at the pressure building below your belly. "Can I cum, please, Daddy?"

Your begging brought a deep chuckle out of him, his laughter vibrating against your sensitive core and spurring you on to release your orgasm whether he agreed or not. His head popped out of under your sundress, watching your face contort and lips form an 'o' as his digits ravaged your cunt.

The fingers of one hand plunging in your core as the thumb of his other hand rubbed softly against your bundle of nerves at the peak, making you whine and whimper. Your hands grabbed onto his wrists, trying to pull him away from your overly sensitive core, to give you a moment to breathe and let you come down from your second high, but he was stronger than you. His fingers maintained his assault on your pussy, eyes starring deeply into your face as you writhed under his touch.

A long whine of, "daddy," left your lips as you felt a sudden third orgasm wash over your body and make your limbs quake.

"Oh, my fucking god, sweet girl. Give it to, Daddy," he groaned, lips lapping at your pussy to gather everything you had to offer. He hummed as you came down from your high, legs shaking involuntarily as your vision slowly began to return to normal as you watched him stand up and pull your dress back down.

You were breathless and speechless, never had your ex worried about making you cum once, let alone writhing underneath his touch as he made you cum three— and a half— times on his tongue. You giggled at the thought, watching as Andy smiled down at you and pulled your panties off around your shoes.