Candy Girl

A headboard against the wall of an apartment bedroom rocked in conjunction with the pounding from a neighboring room. A woman with a dark bonnet on her head’s eyes snapped open from her slumber. She laid there for a moment, feeling her own bed rock with the strong strikes against the wall before letting out a loud groan of frustration right as the woman next door let out one of pleasure.

It was a Wednesday night. A goddamn Wednesday night and her neighbor was carrying on like this. It was the third time this week.

A muffled command and a smack, along with a loud squeal made its way to her ears and she huffed, getting up from the bed and grabbing her pillow to sleep on the couch again.

As she laid down on the lump cushions, she sighed deeply. She could still hear the thumps. Covering her head with her pillow, she resisted the urge to smother herself, and simply blocked out the noise.

He was the worst neighbor Candace Vega had ever had.

He was rude.

He was arrogant.

He was military.

And most of all, he was fine.

The man could talk his way out of a paper bag. The pinkette saw it every first of the month when rent was due. Ms. Johnson, her landlady, would walk down the halls and collect payments but when she got to his room all he did was pull her in. She’d leave an hour later, empty handed and sated, only for her to glare at Candy for her late payment.

That mother fucker was smooth. Too smooth.

Mind you, Candy had gathered all of this and had never even spoken to him. The guy had moved in like a shadow in the night a month ago. Literally, she woke up and she had a new neighbor.

There was just something...different about him. There was something about the way he would stare at her from the mailbox, or when she was picking up groceries or when she happened to come home at the same time. If Candy dared to catch his eye, which was almost never, he would smirk. Like he knew something she didn’t.

Candy got bad vibes from him and she was a believer in women’s intuition, so her choice to steer clear wasn’t a hard one.

The sun creeped into Candy’s living room, causing the pinkette to groan in annoyance. She was barely awake, it was seven in the morning, but she tugged herself out of bed nonetheless, trying to motivate herself to start her day despite the lack of sleep she was running on.

The brown-skinned woman pouted at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her eyes squinting at the fluorescent lights of her bathroom. It was a struggle but she managed to wash her face and brush her teeth with her eyes closed; though she had to finally open them to shuffle into her kitchen. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and chomped on it, leaning against the counter.

It was tired times like these that she thanked the lord that she was a writer and didn’t have to go anywhere in the mornings. Since she was a writer, she made her own hours. But she wasn't really a freelancer, she wrote for the Washington Post, she just worked from home most of the time. Most of her articles were of the lifestyle variety, which could really be implied by her interesting hair color.

Hearing the sound of a door opening outside, Candy ran to her front door, peeking out the peephole.

“Wait! Let me back in!” A woman’s voice called in a whine. There was no response, only the door slamming closed and locking. Candy heard the woman huff, then footsteps as she walked past the door. She was dressed in a tight dress with heels in her hand.

Candy stood back from the peephole and shook her head, feeling sorry for the girl.

But she shouldn’t have been making all that noise last night.

Snickering to herself, Candy tugged her bonnet off her head and scratched at her scalp, sitting down to finish her breakfast. With her belly now full, she got up and put her bowl in the sink, padding back into her bedroom to get dressed.

The pinkette put on a sports bra and a yoga top, then lathered only lotion on her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, grimacing at how much her dark roots had grown out, before gathering all her braids and putting them into a ponytail. She tied nikes to her feet, grabbed her water bottle and ipod, then headed out her apartment door. She glanced over to her noisy neighbor’s door for a moment, before heading out.

Candy finally reached the national mall and began to stretch, not wanting to pull anything. Knowing her, she probably would end up doing it anyway. She cracked her neck and touched her toes, before standing up straight and beginning with a slow jog. She bobbed her head to the latest Beyonce track and tried to keep her breathing under control, not paying attention to anything around her. The pinkette began to increase her pace little by little, her braided ponytail moving from side to side as her feet pounded into the sidewalk.

There were more joggers at the mall than she was accustomed to, it seemed that everyone wanted to jog in the morning, and Candy was doing what she could not to bump into anyone. Be that as it may, Candy was also in the zone. So much in the zone that she accidentally knocked into a man wearing all gray.

Candy only stopped for a moment, her blood still pumping. “Sorry.” She muttered to the man before picking up her pace and continuing to run.

After an hour of running, she was really feeling good about herself. She had hit her runner’s high and felt like the air she was breathing was clearer. She really didn’t want to stop running but her legs were telling her to take a break, so she did. She stopped in a green patch of the lawn and chugged down her water, bending over to catch her breath. Deciding that she was done, she began to make her way back home.

Taking the steps instead of the elevator seemed like such a good idea until she was out of breath and clinging to the railing. Getting herself together, Candy made it back to her apartment unscathed, though a little winded.

Candy unlocked the door to her apartment and slammed it behind her. She stretched her hands above her head as she made her way to her bathroom, turning on her shower. She peeled her clothes from her body and stepped under the water, not even bothering to put her braids up.

The pinkette cleansed her body quickly then wrapped herself in a towel, turning off the water. She padded to her bedroom and dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a white button up that she tied right above her belly button. She wrapped her braids in a bun and used a white bandana as a headband. Candy then walked into her office and sat at her desk, putting on her reading glasses and getting to work.

Candy’s manicured fingers tapped along the keyboard of her computer, trying to think of the words to say that would catch a reader’s attention. She had a pencil between her teeth and she gnawed on it in thought, her eyes dashing between her notes and her article.

She was three pages in when she heard a knock at her door.The brown woman got up from her desk chair and padded to the front, putting her pencil behind her ear and her reading glasses in her hair. She opened her door without a thought and let out a little yelp; standing there was her noisy neighbor.

He had on baggy black jeans and a white tee, a gold chain hanging from his neck. Golden glasses sat on his face and as he smirked slyly at her, she felt like she was caught stealing a cookie from the kitchen by her father.

“Yes?” Candy questioned, managing to meet his eyes and keep her chin up. His attention, however wasn’t on her eyes and instead was returning the favor of appraising her body. With one final sweep his eyes finally fell on hers again and he had to look down just to do that.

“Candace Vega.” Her neighbor accused, his voice deep and warm like a food cup of coffee. Candy’s eyes widened and she looked at him in shock. “That’s your name, right?” He asked as if he already knew the answer. “Candace Vega.”

“I go by Candy.” The pinkette managed to say, her throat dry.

The man’s tongue flicked against his bottom lip and he smirked at her again, nodding his head. “Candy.” He repeated, like he was tasting it. “I like that, that’s cute.”

Candy bit her lip and looked down for a moment, trying to hide her smile. When she got herself under control, she looked back up to the man, “Did you come over here just to confirm my name?”

“Nah,” The man shook his head, giving her another sly smile as he held up a letter, “This was in my mailbox.” The pinkette reached for the letter but he held it just out of her reach, chuckling as he leaned back.

Unimpressed, Candy crossed her arms and looked at him boredly, or at least she tried to.

“Whatchu gon’ give me, Miss Candy?” Her neighbor questioned with a teasing smile, raising his brows at her.

“Whatchu want, a quarter or something?” She retorted, leaning against her doorway.

“Or something.”

Candy bit her lip and looked away again, only for her chin to be pulled up by her neighbor. His gaze was intense and suffocating all at once, and she held her breath for a moment as he got closer to her. The man now stood over her with her back against the doorway. “I don’t even know your name.” She whispered between them, her eyes glancing down to his mouth. It was the first time she noticed the flash of a gold grill.

“Erik.”

“Erik?” Candy repeated, trying it out on her tongue.

“Mhm.” Erik hummed, biting his lip, “You gon’ need to remember that. Since you gon’ be screaming it tonight, Candy.” He breathed over her lips and she almost moaned aloud. He saw her censor herself and smirked, trailing a finger down her cheek, “I bet you taste just like-!”

“Erik!” The voice of their landlord interrupted and Candy took the chance to slip away from him. He almost trapped her. “Erik,” The cougar repeated as she sauntered up to the two of them, she threw a dirty look to Candy before smiling suggestively at Erik, “Rent is due in about a week, think you can put in a deposit early?”

Candy held in a laugh and looked away from the two, pretending not to listen, even though they were at her door.

“I got you, Ms. J.” Erik smirked, before turning to Candy, “I’ll hit you up later, Candy.”

Not trusting herself to talk because of the shiver running down her spine, she just nodded and shut the door, leaning against it.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later did she realize that she never got her letter.

“Bastard.” The pinkette cursed aloud, stomping back to her study. “Dickhead. Fuckboy.” She continued to mumble as she sat at her desk chair.

How could she have fallen for his pretty words so quickly? After all the nights she had heard him fuck other girls, after seeing him run off with that old bitch Ms. Johnson? Candy must have lost her mind.

Huffing, she pulled her reading glasses over her eyes and got to work on her article again.

He had really nice skin.

“Oops.” Candy uttered, backspacing that entire sentence from her article on Club 247.

She really tried to focus, she honestly did, but all she could hear was him saying her name. Practically purring it to her, begging her to come out and play his games. It was like he took every opportunity he had to say it, to summon her away from heaven and make her sin.

“Calm down, Candace.” The pinkette scolded herself, pushing her glasses back into her hair and wiping her eyes. Ashamed of the decision she was about to make, the writer got up from her chair and trotted to her bedroom, yanking off all her clothes and working out her frustration with her fingers.

The pinkette had to bite her pillow to keep from screaming his name.

Freshly orgasmed and a lot less tense, Candy put her clothes back on and sat down at her computer, continuing her article.

An hour later, it was ready to be sent off to the editor and she did just that, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. Only, now her mind wasn’t preoccupied.

Candy bit her lip and rocked in her office chair, thinking about how important the letter he housed could be. It might have been from her parents, or her little brothers, or a long lost auntie. Getting up from the chair, she decided that she couldn’t take it anymore and marched out of her apartment before she could change her mind.

Now in front of Erik’s door, the momentum she had built up slowly deflated and she was left with the limp balloon that is her confidence. But still, she needed that letter. Candy raised her knuckles to knock on the door and waited, stopping herself from tapping her foot.

It only took a few moments for Erik to answer the door, though this time he was just in a pair of sweatpants, his chest exposed. Candy couldn’t help but look and her eyes danced down for a moment. He had raised scars all over his chest and arms, but what Candy was really looking at was that print.

“Yes?” Erik repeated, mocking her earlier greeting with a smirk as he crossed his arms.

Candy cleared her throat and collected herself, somehow still getting worked up even though she had came hours before. “You never gave me my mail.”

The surprised expression on his face was feigned and she rolled her eyes, making him laugh at her. “Yeah, you gotta come and get it.” Erik smirked, motioning inside with his head.

“Erik…” Candy groaned, shaking her head, “Can you just give it to me?”

“Nah.” The man nodded with a suggestive smile, “You gotta come in here and take it.”

The pinkette had a feeling that he wasn’t talking about the letter. She swallowed thickly and shook her head again, holding her hand out this time, “Just give me my-!” Before she could finish, she was tugged into the apartment and shoved against the door as it closed heavily behind her. Her breath hitched and she looked up at Erik, who had pinned her between his body and the door.

“It’s on the table, ma.” Erik murmured lowly, his voice vibrating through his chest. He licked his bottom lip and repeated darkly, “Go get it.”

“Erik,” Candy whispered his name and heard him grunt in response, “I can’t… I can’t move.” Wordlessly, he removed himself from her, all of his body heat leaving making her feel oddly cold. Taking a deep breath, Candy walked over to his dining table and picked up her letter, putting her glasses on to read the address. A part of her knew she was just prolonging the time in his apartment, but another part of her couldn’t give two shits.

Erik’s apartment was so finely decorated that the thought of him being a drug dealer went through her mind. There were African masks hanging from the wall and black art deco furniture. His appliances all looked brand new and his television was huge. Candy couldn’t help but wonder what his bedroom looked like.

“You look sexy with them glasses on, Candy.” His voice brought her out of her pretending to read. “Like a fine ass librarian.”

Candy didn’t reply, only mouthing along to the words of her letter. Deciding that she needed to stop playing games and go home, she put the letter back in its envelope and pushed her glasses back in her hair. She was about to leave when she heard him suck his teeth.

“Yo ass is just so damn mean.” Erik scowled as she turned around. He was now leaning against the couch and watching her. “You too pretty to be that mean, Candy.”

“Stop that.” Candy snapped, rolling her eyes. “Stop saying my name like that.”

Erik smirked before it dropped and he furrowed his brows at her, “Whatcha’ mean, Candy.”

“Y’know,” The pinkette was about to yell but she calmed herself down, “You know what I mean.”

“Candy, Candy, Candy.” The man rasped over and over, pushing himself off the couch to stand in front of her again. “It just slides off the tongue, don’t it?”

“I’m going home.” Candy rolled her eyes once more and turned around, reaching for the doorknob. A hand clamped onto hers and a body pressed against her back, the sliver of skin shown by her shirt pressed against his bare abdomen.

“Yo’ pretty ass ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Erik muttered, into her braids, pressing into her tighter, “I finally got your pretty eyes on me and I ain’t lettin’ you leave without sayin’ my name again.”

Candy froze, looking down at their hands on the doorknob. “All you want is for me to say your name?” She whispered softly, looking at him over her shoulder. She got a nod in response and she turned towards the door again. Licking her lips, she obliged with his demand, saying it sensual and soft, just as he had been saying hers, “Erik.”

In the blink of an eye she was turned around and lifted up, pressed against the door once more as his lips met hers harshly. She exhaled deeply through her nose and dropped the stupid letter, instead wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders and pushing his head tighter to hers. The kiss was deepened and she moaned against Erik’s mouth, her toes curling as he sucked on her bottom lip.

Candy’s legs tightened around Erik as he moved her from the door and dropped her on the dining room table, their lips not separating for a moment. Frenzied hands tore at her button down and a few of them popped off before it was yanked away from her body. As soon as her chest was bare, that was the next thing Erik went to, taking a nipple in his mouth and grazing his teeth against it while his hand pulled and twisted at the other.

“Fuck.” The pinkette breathed, grasping his head in her hands. His dark eyes looked up at her and took in every expression, making Candy moan even louder. The glass from the table was cold and stung as her back arched towards and away from it. Erik switched breasts and reared his hand back, landing a smack onto the one he abandoned.

Candy nearly jumped off the table and she felt his chuckle against her skin. He did it again, though this time she let out a groan instead.

“You like that, Candy?” Erik questioned hotly, unbuttoning her shorts, “You like my fuckin’ hands all over you?” Before she could answer, her shorts were yanked down and he was spreading her legs, gazing at her cunt. He whistled lowly, “You shouldn’t have, baby. All this for me? You bouta’ make a nigga cry.”

“Erik.” Candy begged breathlessly, writhing against the table, “Please, please-!” Her breath was taken from her once again as he smacked his lips against her clit. It was loud and obnoxious and almost juvenile, but damn if it didn’t feel good. To add to the sounds were the groans he was making as he ate her out.

Candy let out a sharp whine as he stuck his tongue under her hood and wiggled it, holding her eye the whole time. He licked his lips and dove in once more, holding her legs apart with his strong hands. Reaching down and taking his dreads in her hands, Candy began to ride his face, shivering as one of his loud groans vibrated on her cunt.

“That’s it, baby.” Her neighbor mouthed against her as she felt her release coming, “Take what you want, fuckin’ use my mouth, babe.”

Candy inhaled sharply only for her to scream as Erik buzzed his lips against her clit. Pulling at the short dreads on his head, she came with a whine of his name and tears in her eyes. The pinkette was not allowed to calm down after she came, as Erik kept smacking his lips against her and licking her clean.

“Fuck,” Erik groaned out, a grin on his lips, “You taste like fuckin’ honey or some shit. Like a tootsie roll, matter fact, that’s what I’m bout to call you. Tootsie roll.” He chuckled at his own joke and Candy pushed herself up and to kiss him, sucking herself from his tongue. His hand pushed her lower back further into him and he grinded his erection on her bare cunt, making her shiver.

Erik smirked against her mouth, gripping her ass to push her against him again. She yelped and he laughed, repeating the motion. “I betchu’ I can make you cum again just like this.”

With every push of his hips she was lifted up to meet it, her nipples brushing against his scars. It was a peculiar sensation and in a matter of minutes, she was coming again. She fell back to the table and he rubbed circles around her weeping clit, letting her ride her orgasm out while he watched.

Erik pulled away his fingers and left Candy twitching on the table like a fiend. She looked at him with lidded eyes and reached out for him with both hands, spreading her legs again. He laughed and pulled down his sweatpants, pulling her to the end of the table. He licked his hand before rearing it back and bring it down hard on her cunt.

“Erik!” Candy yipped, the sting leaving her wanting another.

“What?” The man above her retorted, licking her from his hand, “What can I say, I needed another taste.” He gave her a vicious smile and hooked his hands around her thighs, thrusting up and bottoming out.

Candy’s breath hitched and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her body from being overcome with shakes. In all of her years, she had never been filled so fully, and she doesn’t think she ever would again. It was like a lock and key.

“Uh uh,” Erik sneered, pulling out to his head, “Open the fuck up, let me see those eyes, Candy girl.”

The pinkette obliged only for her eyelids to flutter once more when he bottomed out again. She forced herself to keep her eyes open and reached out to touch his stomach, feeling the raised bumps. His abdomen tensed at her touch and he huffed, his hands forcing her hips to meet every thrust he made.

“You like this shit?” Erik questioned, digging his fingers into her skin, “Huh? Tell me, ‘cuz I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” Candy squeezed out, clenching up when his pubic hair brushed against her clit, “I like it.” She stammered, swallowing thickly.

The man above her raised a brow, slowing his hips down to grind against her, “Only like, ma?” He asked, reaching up to tug at her nipples, “Maybe I should stop then.”

“N-no.” The pinkette managed, her hips bucking, “Erik, I-!” She yelped as he smack both of her breasts at the same time, soothing the burn by groping them, “Fuck I love it.”

“What? Whatchu’ love, baby?”

“You.” Candy cried out, tears escaping from her eyes, “Fuck, I love you and your dick, Erik!”

“That’s right.” Erik nodded with a wicked smile, “You love this,” He thrusted into her to accentuate his points, “Big,” Thrust, “Fuckin’,” Thrust, “Dick.” Ram.

For the third time, Candy felt herself began to cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She screamed, scrambling for something to hold on top, “Don’t fuckin’ stop, Erik! Please, don’t-!” Her neighbor leaned over her and increased his pace, reaching between them to rub her clit. She wept loudly, and dug her nails into his shoulders, hearing him hiss as she came. Her back arched of the table unnaturally and she clutched him to her, sobbing.

Candy didn’t let him go, even as the aftershocks worked their way through her body. He grunted into her ear and scooped her up in his arms, holding her as he continued to drill into her.

“Candy girl,” Erik slurred into her ear, tugging on her lobe with his teeth, “I wanna paint yo’ fuckin’ face.”

Candy shuddered in a haze and nodded eagerly, pressing her lips to the side of his face. “Whatever you want, baby.”

The pinkette was dropped to the table again and he pulled out of her quickly, yanking her to a standing position. Her legs almost gave out on her but she dropped on her own to her knees and looked up at him, sticking her tongue out eagerly.

“Whatever I want?” Erik questioned, biting his lip as he pumped his dick. “Keep those pretty eyes open, ma.” He demanded as he pushed her head towards his cock, he beat it against her tongue and in the next moment came all over her face and mouth.

Candy licked her lips and tried to lick every last drop from her face, gasping as he lifted her up and kissed her again.

“Fuck we taste good together.” Erik rasped against her lips, before setting her down and smacking her bare ass. He stood over her and smirked, groping the fatty flesh in his hands. He pecked her lips again and again before pushing his tongue through and deepening it. “Candy, Candy, Candy,” He sung again, before chuckling, “What am I gon’ do with yo’ fine ass?”

Candy just looked up at him, half conscious, making him laugh louder.

“Well,” Erik started, smacking her on the ass again, “I’ll see you around.” He finished, walking into the kitchen still buck ass nude.

“W-w-what?” Candy managed to get out, her eyes wide.

“Oh yeah,” Erik leaned his head out of the kitchen, a carton of milk in his hands and a smirk on his face, “Don’t forget your letter.”

“My…” The pinkette trailed before he lifted the carton to his lips and disappeared again. Blinking, Candy walked around the dining room and put her clothes back on. She grabbed her glasses and picked up her letter before walking to the door. She put her hand on the doorknob and paused, waiting for him to stop her.

He said nothing, so she left, barefoot with dried cum on her edges. She just hoped the neighbors didn’t hear her.