When Joe first moved into the massive house down the street, I didn't think much of it beyond curiosity. New neighbors came and went, though none quite like him young, tall, long haired and broad-shouldered, with an easy smile that drew attention without even trying. At twenty-five, he seemed too young to be living in such luxury, but there was nothing cocky about him.
We got to know each other little by little. Passing conversations at the mailbox. A wave when I jogged past his driveway. The occasional neighborly favor he once helped me carry a stubborn dresser inside, while I lent him my spare ladder. Before long, we had an easy rapport, the kind that felt natural.
So when he finally invited me to dinner one evening, it didn't feel strange. Still, I decided to bring something along freshly baked brownies, warm from the oven, tucked into a neat tin.
When he opened the door, his grin widened. "You didn't have to, but damn, those smell amazing."
Inside, his house was stunning spacious, modern, every corner looking like it belonged in a magazine. Yet it wasn't cold or showy. It felt like someone had chosen every piece with care.
"You weren't kidding about the big house," I teased as I set the brownies down.
He chuckled, guiding me to the kitchen where the smell of garlic and tomato sauce filled the air. "I like space. And I like cooking. Tonight's chicken parmesan, roasted vegetables, and garlic bread."
Dinner was… easy. Conversation flowed as it always did, except this time there was more. He told me about his life, how wrestling had gone from a passion to a career that took him all over the world. He admitted he was fresh out of a relationship—not bitter, just honest.
I raised a brow. "So you're a famous wrestler, rich, and newly single. That's a dangerous combination."
He smirked, swirling the wine in his glass. "Only dangerous if I'm careless."
Something in his tone made me look at him a little too long, a little too closely. His eyes lingered, and the air shifted.
After dinner, we carried the brownies into the living room. He poured coffee, we laughed over small stories, and for a while it felt like any other night between friends. But somewhere between bites of dessert and another glass of wine, the energy changed.
When I leaned forward to set my cup down, I realized how close he was sitting. His hand brushed mine just barely but it was deliberate. His gaze softened, his voice lower when he spoke.
"You know… I've wanted this for a while," he murmured.
I blinked, pulse quickening. "Joe..."
And then his hand was at my waist, his face leaning dangerously close. Heat flared between us, but instinct made me push against his chest.
"Stop." My voice came out sharper than I intended. I stood, heart hammering. "Don't do this. Don't make me your rebound. I won't be that person for you."
His expression faltered, but instead of backing away, he rose too, stopping me as I reached for my bag near the door.
"You think I'd disrespect you like that?" His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with something fierce. "I didn't invite you here to fill a void. I invited you because I can't stop thinking about you. Because every time I see you, I want more."
I froze, caught between anger and the sincerity in his tone.
"You just got out of something serious"
"And I'm not looking for a replacement," he interrupted. "I'm looking at you. Only you. Don't you see that?"
The words lodged in my chest, heavy and real. His hand reached for mine again, this time gently, giving me the chance to pull away. I didn't.
"You could never be a rebound," he whispered, stepping closer. "Not you."
My defenses wavered, trembling against the intensity of his gaze. I wanted to argue, to protect myself from the risk of falling, but the way he looked at me made it impossible.
When his fingers brushed against my jaw, tilting my face toward his, I felt the world tilt with it. My breath caught, and before I could summon the will to protest again, his lips hovered over mine, waiting.
The decision was mine.
And when I didn't move, when I leaned in ever so slightly, he closed the distance.
kissing me softly as he undid the buttons of my denim shirt and pulled it off my shoulders and on to the floor revealing my white lacy bra - the sudden move got unconsciously covering my chest with my hands an action he stopped, pulling my hands away from my chest.
"Don't cover yourself, you are so beautiful" he whispered lightly close to my neck, kissing it before moving his lips to my chest area, to my tummy down to my womanhood where he kissed it through my denim shorts
"stop, Joe this isn't right, I'm older than you.." I said before a throaty moan left my mouth interfering the weak attempt at resistance when he unzipped my shorts and licked my womanhood through my matching lacy panties.
"Are you sure you want me stop" he asked his hot breath dangerously close to my covered womanhood before he continued his kiss into my covered nether region.
"Aai ooooh" is all that managed to come out of my lips as I fully gave into this beautiful man.
He removed the shorts off my body leaving me with just my bra and panties then got up and picked me up, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me to his large bedroom
Once there, he threw me ontop of his king size bed, opening my legs at the edge of the bed and stepping into the middle.
He undid my bra and got his t-shirt off revealing his sexy physique and the large tribal tattoo that adorned half his chest.
He lowered himself and picked my hands and placed them on his chest, letting me explore the large muscled chest and biceps before he proceeded to kiss me roughly his hands lowering and disappearing into my knickers.
He seductively kissed my neck and started to rub my womanhood slowly before picking up the pace. My moans grew even louder when his fingers found my opening thrusting in and out while he whispered sweet nothings to my ear, telling me to let him adore and cherish my body the way it was supposed to be adored and cherished.
He removed his fingers from my fountain and licked them while he made full eye contact with me.
"sweet" he merely stated before pulling the remaining bit of clothing I had off of my body leaving me fully exposed to him.
I instinctively tried to close my legs but he stopped me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he leaned down to where I laid and kissed me like his life depended on it.
I opened his belt buckle mid make out session and pulled his pants alongside his underwear below his butt, his massive manhood sprung out and I took it into my hand moving it up and down a few times earning groans from him.
Without stopping the kiss, he moved my hand off of his manhood and entered into my fountain of womanhood and without warning he started to thrust into me, my juices serving as a lubricant.
He kissed my neck leaving hickeys here and there while thrusting into me, my hands grabbed his beautiful burgeoning butt to push him deep inside me.
" I need to taste you"
He pulled out of me and kissef my neck, down to my chest where he caressed my perky breasts and sucked each one of them before moving lowerm
He placed my legs over his shoulder as he dove into my womanhood.
"Oh my God Joe" I screamt as he sucked and licked on my nub, assaulting it each way he wanted sometimes lightly glazing on it. I was reaching my climax faster and before I could even contain myself tremors hit my body like tsunamis and high magnitudes of earth quake. I tried to pull him off of me but he didn't burge until he ensured I had fully experienced my climax all the way through.
That night we made love in different positions at one point he put me in a position where we six-nined each other while he held my frame upside down. We did it in different locations too from the bathroom, to the kitchen counter, to the sitting room, on the couch and on the windows and balconies, ending it back in the bedroom where it all started. He didn't rest till I climaxed fully about 8 times that night. He did things to me that I had not experienced before and I even found myself calling him "daddy" at some point.