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I was excited, moving into Chicago was one of the things I’ve wanted to do for so long. I stood in my new living room; I was mind planning my living room, what colours I wanted, where I wanted my furniture etc. The idea of lime green on two walls, the other two white, then my brown leather sofa would look wicked. I heard my mobile phone ring, shit where the hell is my bag? I started moving boxes and stuff and diving into a large pile of bubble wrap, where my bag was. I opened up my bag and looked at the screen, mom.
“Hello Mom,” I sighed.
“Hello sweetie, just wondering how it’s going?” she asked. She’s already phoned me like a hour ago asking how it was going, she doesn’t believe I can survive alone, like I’ll be living on tin food for the next five months and never walk out of the house.
“It’s fine mom,” I answered.
“Good, now remember to lock all the windows and doors before you go to bed,” she said.
“Yes mom,” I mumbled.
“Okay then goodnight sweetie,” she said.
“Night mom,” I said. I hung up before she started to reminding me the number of the police, oh so hard 911.
I heard a knock on the door. I got up and went to the door.
I opened up to a gorgeous muscular blonde hair man, he had a lip ring on his lip, just like me except I have the cartilage piercing, but he had his ears pierced.
“Hey I’m Bob, your next door neighbour, just wanted to say…hi,” he said.
I smiled.
“Okay then Bob, I’m Sabrina, or Sabby, whatever works,” I said.
“Do you want some help or something?” he asked.
“Really? I’ll pay you in… beer?” I asked.
He laughed.
“You sound like my kind of girl,” he said.
“Thanks, so come on, beer won’t drink itself,” I said.
He walked in.
“Lots of boxes,” he said.
“Yes,” I said.
“Like the tattoo,” he said pointing at my wrist; I had notes on my wrist.
“Thanks,” I said blushing.
“I think the piercing suit too,” he said.
“You going to comment on every part of me?” I asked.
“Every part?” he asked.
“Beer?” I asked trying to turn the conversation.
He smiled and nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~
I learnt a lot about him, that he was in a band, he played drums, he was in a jazz band, he didn’t like school, he likes Mr. Bean, and cats.
It was a few days since me and Bob talked. He had invited me over to his for dinner.
I went over to his, and knocked on the door.
He opened up, his shirt half unbuttoned, he blushed.
“Umm… I was getting dress,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I said smiling. He let me in.
“Something smells nice,” I said.
“Thanks, I’m cooking my famous pasta dish,” he said.
“Cool, usually my dad burns things to bits, we start off with chicken and it ends up like charcoal,” I said. He started laughing.
I started admiring the part of his chest I could see, his toned kind of pale chest was still sexy.
“Umm…” he said as looked down and noticed what I was looking at, then blushed. I stood close to him.
“Sabby, I want you, but-” he said.
“Then have me,” I cut him off.
Suddenly his lips crashed into mine, I moaned as his hands rubbed up and down my body. He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I started grinding into him, feeling his erection grow more and more. He moaned out.
“Oh God,” he moaned out.
He pushed me up against the wall, his lips attached to my neck, I threw my head back and let out a moan, I looked down at him and started undoing his shirt and slipped it off him, seeing his beautiful muscular chest that I ran my hands over.
His lips found mine again, but his ran across my lips, I allowed his tongue into my mouth, our lip rings hit against each other, our tongues battled each other, he won. His tongue started massaging mine. I started sucking on his lip piercing that made him moan out. He put me down and pulled my t-shirt off, he started examining my breasts in my black bra. He unhooked the back of my bra and let it fall off.
“Your so beautiful,” he growled into my ear and he squeezed one in his fingers which made me moan out. His hand then travelled down to my jeans, he quickly flicked the button open and pulled the zipper down, he had them off in less then thirty seconds. He threw them on the floor and carried me over to the kitchen counter.
“Can’t we take this to your room?” I asked.
“Aww but I want you so bad,” he said. I laughed as he quickly carried me upstairs. He lay me on the bed as he pulled out a condom.
“Good you’re a safe sex boy,” I said. He laughed.
“Well I don’t think we’re both ready for a mini Bob,” he said.
“Get over here Mr. Bryar and make love to me now before I get to frustrated and leave,” I said with a smirk. He quickly got on the bed, his lips met mine as we both lay down on the bed. My hands found his butt and I pushed him closer to me, I urged him to be inside me.
“Patient Sabby,” he said into my ear. I groaned. He ripped the condom opened and slid it on his erection, man he was big.
“Ready?” he asked. Suddenly he pushed his finger inside of my wet hole.
“Yes!” I screamed out. He kept pumping it in and out, then added another one and pumped them in and out a few times.
“Please Bob, I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned out. He pulled them out and lined himself up. He quickly pushed himself inside of me and set up a slow pace of moving in and out of me.
“Faster Bob, your making a snail look fast,” I said.
He stopped completely, I groaned out in frustration.
“Say sorry, and say Bob’s the best fuck in the world,” he said teasing me.
“I can’t say that because you haven’t fucked me yet,” I said.
I cried out when he slammed into me, he started thrusting in and out of me more quickly, more harder. Our moans started getting louder and more breathless with each thrust.
“Oh God Bob, I take it fucking back,” I moaned out.
“See, I am the greatest fuck and not a snail,” he panted. I wrapped my legs around him, his fingers held onto my hips, thank god he didn’t have long nails or I would be bleeding and I hate that.
“Fuck Yes,” I moaned out.
“God,” he moaned out. My hands tangled into his hair and brought his lips to mine, much more rougher and stronger but who gives a fuck at the moment?
I felt my orgasm approaching fast, suddenly I clamped around his dick and then the large waves of my orgasm came crashing over me. He soon followed, he pulled out, took the used condom off and lay next to me, he brought me close to him, our sweaty bodies lay there for a few minutes.
“Come on then say it,” he said.
“Say what?” he asked.
“Say sorry and say that Bob’s the best fuck in the world,” he said smirking.
“Fine, I’m sorry and you might be the best fuck in Chicago,” I said and giggled.
“Oh really?” he asked, he sat up over me.
“Yes really,” I said. Suddenly started tickling me.
“No stop! Okay-your-the-best…” I laughed.
“The best what?” he asked.
“Best… fuck in the world… just stop,” I laughed as his fingers still was tickling my stomach.
He kissed me softly on the lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a the kiss more.
He quickly pulled away.
“I just remember something,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Dinner,” he said, he quickly got some boxers out of a draw, put them on and ran downstairs. I pulled the bed sheets around me and went downstairs too. Bob held out a baking dish that was full of burn stuff.
“Well there goes dinner,” he said.
I laughed and kissed him gently.
A/N: Sabrina, hope you liked it, I actually found this one really fun to write, of course I enjoyed writing the others but this one was good.
People hope you liked it, if you want one go to the very 1st one and put in your details.
Please comment, review, rate whatever you want to do, I just want to know if anyone likes it.
(P.S. read my other fan fiction and comment, tell me what you think of my other works, not just these one shots, please? If you do I shall love you forever and even write you a one shot, deal?)
“Hello Mom,” I sighed.
“Hello sweetie, just wondering how it’s going?” she asked. She’s already phoned me like a hour ago asking how it was going, she doesn’t believe I can survive alone, like I’ll be living on tin food for the next five months and never walk out of the house.
“It’s fine mom,” I answered.
“Good, now remember to lock all the windows and doors before you go to bed,” she said.
“Yes mom,” I mumbled.
“Okay then goodnight sweetie,” she said.
“Night mom,” I said. I hung up before she started to reminding me the number of the police, oh so hard 911.
I heard a knock on the door. I got up and went to the door.
I opened up to a gorgeous muscular blonde hair man, he had a lip ring on his lip, just like me except I have the cartilage piercing, but he had his ears pierced.
“Hey I’m Bob, your next door neighbour, just wanted to say…hi,” he said.
I smiled.
“Okay then Bob, I’m Sabrina, or Sabby, whatever works,” I said.
“Do you want some help or something?” he asked.
“Really? I’ll pay you in… beer?” I asked.
He laughed.
“You sound like my kind of girl,” he said.
“Thanks, so come on, beer won’t drink itself,” I said.
He walked in.
“Lots of boxes,” he said.
“Yes,” I said.
“Like the tattoo,” he said pointing at my wrist; I had notes on my wrist.
“Thanks,” I said blushing.
“I think the piercing suit too,” he said.
“You going to comment on every part of me?” I asked.
“Every part?” he asked.
“Beer?” I asked trying to turn the conversation.
He smiled and nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~
I learnt a lot about him, that he was in a band, he played drums, he was in a jazz band, he didn’t like school, he likes Mr. Bean, and cats.
It was a few days since me and Bob talked. He had invited me over to his for dinner.
I went over to his, and knocked on the door.
He opened up, his shirt half unbuttoned, he blushed.
“Umm… I was getting dress,” he said.
“It’s okay,” I said smiling. He let me in.
“Something smells nice,” I said.
“Thanks, I’m cooking my famous pasta dish,” he said.
“Cool, usually my dad burns things to bits, we start off with chicken and it ends up like charcoal,” I said. He started laughing.
I started admiring the part of his chest I could see, his toned kind of pale chest was still sexy.
“Umm…” he said as looked down and noticed what I was looking at, then blushed. I stood close to him.
“Sabby, I want you, but-” he said.
“Then have me,” I cut him off.
Suddenly his lips crashed into mine, I moaned as his hands rubbed up and down my body. He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I started grinding into him, feeling his erection grow more and more. He moaned out.
“Oh God,” he moaned out.
He pushed me up against the wall, his lips attached to my neck, I threw my head back and let out a moan, I looked down at him and started undoing his shirt and slipped it off him, seeing his beautiful muscular chest that I ran my hands over.
His lips found mine again, but his ran across my lips, I allowed his tongue into my mouth, our lip rings hit against each other, our tongues battled each other, he won. His tongue started massaging mine. I started sucking on his lip piercing that made him moan out. He put me down and pulled my t-shirt off, he started examining my breasts in my black bra. He unhooked the back of my bra and let it fall off.
“Your so beautiful,” he growled into my ear and he squeezed one in his fingers which made me moan out. His hand then travelled down to my jeans, he quickly flicked the button open and pulled the zipper down, he had them off in less then thirty seconds. He threw them on the floor and carried me over to the kitchen counter.
“Can’t we take this to your room?” I asked.
“Aww but I want you so bad,” he said. I laughed as he quickly carried me upstairs. He lay me on the bed as he pulled out a condom.
“Good you’re a safe sex boy,” I said. He laughed.
“Well I don’t think we’re both ready for a mini Bob,” he said.
“Get over here Mr. Bryar and make love to me now before I get to frustrated and leave,” I said with a smirk. He quickly got on the bed, his lips met mine as we both lay down on the bed. My hands found his butt and I pushed him closer to me, I urged him to be inside me.
“Patient Sabby,” he said into my ear. I groaned. He ripped the condom opened and slid it on his erection, man he was big.
“Ready?” he asked. Suddenly he pushed his finger inside of my wet hole.
“Yes!” I screamed out. He kept pumping it in and out, then added another one and pumped them in and out a few times.
“Please Bob, I can’t take it anymore,” I moaned out. He pulled them out and lined himself up. He quickly pushed himself inside of me and set up a slow pace of moving in and out of me.
“Faster Bob, your making a snail look fast,” I said.
He stopped completely, I groaned out in frustration.
“Say sorry, and say Bob’s the best fuck in the world,” he said teasing me.
“I can’t say that because you haven’t fucked me yet,” I said.
I cried out when he slammed into me, he started thrusting in and out of me more quickly, more harder. Our moans started getting louder and more breathless with each thrust.
“Oh God Bob, I take it fucking back,” I moaned out.
“See, I am the greatest fuck and not a snail,” he panted. I wrapped my legs around him, his fingers held onto my hips, thank god he didn’t have long nails or I would be bleeding and I hate that.
“Fuck Yes,” I moaned out.
“God,” he moaned out. My hands tangled into his hair and brought his lips to mine, much more rougher and stronger but who gives a fuck at the moment?
I felt my orgasm approaching fast, suddenly I clamped around his dick and then the large waves of my orgasm came crashing over me. He soon followed, he pulled out, took the used condom off and lay next to me, he brought me close to him, our sweaty bodies lay there for a few minutes.
“Come on then say it,” he said.
“Say what?” he asked.
“Say sorry and say that Bob’s the best fuck in the world,” he said smirking.
“Fine, I’m sorry and you might be the best fuck in Chicago,” I said and giggled.
“Oh really?” he asked, he sat up over me.
“Yes really,” I said. Suddenly started tickling me.
“No stop! Okay-your-the-best…” I laughed.
“The best what?” he asked.
“Best… fuck in the world… just stop,” I laughed as his fingers still was tickling my stomach.
He kissed me softly on the lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a the kiss more.
He quickly pulled away.
“I just remember something,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Dinner,” he said, he quickly got some boxers out of a draw, put them on and ran downstairs. I pulled the bed sheets around me and went downstairs too. Bob held out a baking dish that was full of burn stuff.
“Well there goes dinner,” he said.
I laughed and kissed him gently.
A/N: Sabrina, hope you liked it, I actually found this one really fun to write, of course I enjoyed writing the others but this one was good.
People hope you liked it, if you want one go to the very 1st one and put in your details.
Please comment, review, rate whatever you want to do, I just want to know if anyone likes it.
(P.S. read my other fan fiction and comment, tell me what you think of my other works, not just these one shots, please? If you do I shall love you forever and even write you a one shot, deal?)
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