Cool It Now

Stretching her arms above her head, Candy made her way back home from her morning jog, stopping at the mailbox to retrieve her mail. As she stuck her key into her postbox, someone came down the stairs. Without turning around, she knew who was standing there.

A strong arm reached around her to unlock a mailbox and a body was pressed against her back. “Hey Candy girl.” The source of her grief greeted with a smirk as he pulled his mail from the box.

“Hi Erik.” Candy managed to choke out, pretending that she could read the small print on her envelopes.

“How you been?” The little shit asked her, knowing damn well what he had done.

“Good.” The pinkette answered curtly, squinting her eyes as she flipped through her letters.

“Good?” Erik mocked her voice before hooking a finger under the back of her sports bra. He let it go and it snapped against her skin, making her jump.

“Erik!” Candy hollered, spinning around to face him and glaring at the cocky smile on his face. “What do you want?”

The man just laughed at her, his face void of glasses today. “No but forreal, you gon’ come over and kick it later?”

“No.”

Erik quirked his brows up in surprise, “No?”

“No.” Candy repeated, beginning to walk up the steps, “I don’t want to kick, hang, or ride wit’ you, Erik.” She snapped as he followed her up the steps.

Erik sucked his teeth at her and rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back as they approached solid ground. He tucked his head into the side of her neck and swayed the two of them back and forth. “C’mon babe, don’t be mean.”

“I ain’t ya babe.” Candy protested shrugging him off of her. “Why don’t you call one of them other bitches that be makin’ all that noise?” The pinkette scowled, walking a little bit faster.

“Oh,” Erik chuckled, easily keeping up with her hastened pace, “I get it, you just salty.”

Candy rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, fiddling with her keys. “Don’t nobody want you, Erik.”

“Now see,” Her neighbor scowled at her but his eyes were lit with amusement, “I wasn’t even talkin’ bout all that.”

“Yeah, sure.” Candy nodded, a fake smile on her face, “Just try to keep it down this time, okay?” She muttered as she unlocked her front door, “Don’t nobody want to hear all that.” She heard nothing in reply and rolled her eyes again as she shut the door behind herself.

He was so fucking ooh.

Candy grumbled all the way to her bathroom as she stripped herself of her sweaty jogging clothes. She jumped in the shower and let the water rinse away her frustration.

When she was way more relaxed, she cut off the water and wrapped herself in a towel, padding to her bedroom. She dressed herself in a cool tank top and a pair of purple bikini panties, wanting to be as comfortable as possible.

An hour later, Candy was sprawled out on her couch and flipping through a magazine. The day had gotten very hot all of a sudden, way too hot for comfort and she thanked the lord above that she had a working air conditioner.

She put her magazine down and trotted back to her bedroom, grabbing red nail polish from her nightstand and running back to the living room. She plopped down on the couch and began to paint her toes. After her seventh piggy was painted, a clunk sounded from her window.

Candy paused and her eyes widened, “No. No. No. No.” She muttered, getting up from the couch and waddling to her window. She slid her window up and stared pointedly at her air conditioning unit that had given out its last breath. “No!” She shouted again, banging on it with her fist. Climbing on to her fire escape, she ignored the metal digging into her bare feet and inspected the machine once more before sighing.

“Always me.” The pinkette grumbled, taking out her cellphone and looking up numbers for repairmen. She sat on her window and called company after company, but it seemed like they were all were busy.

Candy hung up her phone and ran a hand through her braids, a frown on her face and sweat under her arms. She looked around, envying the humming of her neighbor’s air conditioning units before her eyes fell on Erik’s window. She raised one of her brows and hummed; this could be an opportunity to get her unit fixed with no cost to her.

Would she dare?

After a much needed minute of consideration she jumped back in from the fire escape and made her way through her apartment, putting on flip-flops and shorts, then making her way over to Erik’s door. Loud music could be heard coming from behind the metal and the bass tapped at her feet. Why hadn’t she heard it from her place?

The brown girl ran a hand through her hair and wiped the sweat from her face before knocking. She waited a moment, her mind convincing her that this was a horrible idea, and tapped her foot against the floor nervously.

With no answer, she knocked again, this time turning her fist around and banging on the door. As she reared back for another hit, the door swung open and she was faced with an angry Erik. An angry, shirtless Erik with a blunt in his mouth.

“Yo, what the fuck?” The gorgeous man questioned, yelling over his music, “Why you bangin’ on my door like you the police?”

“I need help.” Candy replied only for him to furrow his eyebrows at her, his scowl deepening.

“What?”

“I need help!” Candy repeated, trying to talk over the music.

“What?” Erik questioned again, his voice loud enough to penetrate the music.

“I NEED-!” As Candy yelled, the music suddenly shut off, “Help.” She finished lowly, rolling her eyes.

“Ah,” Erik hummed with a smirk, taking a hit. The smoke slowly pooled from his mouth as he spoke, “So you the kind of shorty that only come ‘round when you need something, huh?”

“Erik.” Candy frowned, crossing her arms. “I’m serious. My AC is broken.”

“What that got to do with me?”

“Erik!” The pinkette warned again with an exasperated sigh, “All the repairmen are busy. Could you please just look at it?”

Erik rolled his eyes at her and took another hit of his blunt, his gaze falling to her feet then slowly coming up. He stepped out of his doorway and stood over her, blowing smoke into her face. “You gon pay me?”

Candy grimaced and waved a hand in front of her face before retorting, “You gon help me?”

Erik stared hardly at her, his dark eyes void before he smirked with a nod. “Lemme get my shit.”

Once he was away from her, she let out a breath she didn’t know she as holding. She waited for him outside his apartment, not trusting herself to go in. Erik soon returned, having put a wife beater over his shorts, and a box of tools.

Candy kicked herself off the wall and walked back to her apartment, holding the door open for Erik. He whizzed past her and went straight to her fire escape, climbing out and opening up the air conditioner.

“So?” Candy asked after a few moments, poking her head out of the window. “Can you fix it?”

Erik grunted in reply, his attention on the unit and she mumbled to no one, “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Candy left the handyman to his work. She moved her laptop from the living room to the kitchen and decided to get a little work done herself.

The pinkette really tried to focus on the document in front of her, but her eyes kept drifting to her fire escape. Her fine ass neighbor was drenched in sweat and she could see the small keloids stretching along his muscles. Every so often she would have to pretend to type, because he would lean back and wipe his forehead, peeking in the kitchen himself.

After an hour of getting nothing done, Candy huffed and shut her laptop, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes. She got up from the table and opened her fridge, taking out a pitcher of lemonade. She set it on the counter and took out two glasses, filling them to the brim. She placed the pitcher back in the fridge and made her way to the fire escape, peeking her head out.

“Hey,” She called, holding out a glass, “You want some?”

Erik’s dark eyes fell on her and his lips quirked up in a mocking smile, but he still took the lemonade. “You just Betty fuckin’ Crocker.”

“Shut up.” Candy retorted, taking a sip of her own lemonade. “How’s it coming?”

“Your fan is broke.” Erik informed her, wiping his forehead, “There’s a bunch of little things wrong too, but I gotchu’ don’t worry.”

Candy hummed in appreciation, taking another sip as he downed his, “How do you know so much about AC units?”

“I graduated top of my class at MIT.”

The little tidbit of information was surprising to Candy but she held in her shock, instead nodding in understanding.

“You done interrogating me?” Erik questioned, handing her the empty glass, “Cuz I got plans later and I really don’t want to be wastin’ my time with-!”

“Okay, okay.” Candy huffed, leaving the window. “Ungrateful asshole.” She muttered as she dropped the glasses in the sink.

The pinkette sat at her kitchen table once more and looked down at her toes, cursing when she saw that she hadn’t finished painting them. She got up, walked to the living room and retrieved her nail polish, then sat on the counter in her kitchen.

Candy finished painting her toes and wiggled them, before moving on to her next activity to pass the time. She got a book from her study and began to read, her reading glasses perched on her nose. She got so lost in the words of the book that she didn’t even notice that the apartment had begun to cool.

“You got cute ass toes.”

Candy jumped and looked behind her, seeing Erik standing there and wiping his face with his shirt. She looked over the back of her chair and smiled brightly, “You fixed it!”

Her neighbor just shrugged, “It’s whatever.”

Candy shook her head at his nonchalant attitude and stood from her chair, being careful of her wet toes as she waddled over to him. “I really appreciate it, Erik.”

“Yeah, okay,” Erik started before licking his bottom lip, “But you know you owe me now, tootsie roll.”

“I know.” Candy rolled her eyes, starting to feel a chill in the air.

“Yeah?” Erik questioned, a brow quirking up, “And just how you gon’ pay your debt?”

Placing a hand on his bare chest, Candy pushed him away, “Down boy. I’ll buy you some food or something.”

“Or something.” Erik retorted, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him.

“Uh uh, Erik get away from me.” The pinkette protested, groaning as he placed his hands on her hips.

“C’mon, Candy.” Her neighbor rasped, swaying them both as he slid his hands to her ass, “You know you fine.” Candy rolled her eyes to the ceiling and refused to look at him, even as he started pressing kisses to her jaw. “Don’t be so mean, ma.”

“Eriiiiiiik,” Candy huffed, holding in a shiver as his tongue flicked out to lick the sweat from her skin. “Stop playin’.”

“Who the fuck playin’?” Erik retorted, slapping her ass then groping it, “Ain’t nobody playin’ wit’ you, girl.”

Rolling her eyes, she loosened his hold on her then ducked under his arm, padding to her fridge. She took out a cold water and opened to take a drink, but it was snatched out of her hand from behind.

Candy turned around to see Erik gulping it down. Her eyes fell to his strong neck and down his broad shoulders before she shook herself out of it. “I thought you had plans.”

“I’m starin’ at ‘em.” Erik retorted sharply, throwing the bottle in the trash can. “Now I ain’t gon’ beg you for nothin’, Candy girl. So tell me what you tryna do right now.”

“Erik…” The pinkette trailed, shaking her head, “I really appreciate you fixing my air and everything but I’m not tryna get involved with you again.” She admitted, crossing her arms uncomfortably. “I mean, last time was really just spur of the moment and I-!”

“Bet.” Erik interjected, nodding his head.

“What?” Candy questioned, watching as he gathered his tools.

“You heard me, Candy girl.” He said before repeating, “I gotchu’. You ain’t gotta worry about me no more.”

“Erik that’s not what I-!”

“Bet.” Erik repeated as he opened her front door and walked out of it. Candy rushed to her doorway to stop him but he was already shutting the door to his apartment.

Looking over with a frown, Candy reluctantly returned to her place, closing the door softly. She leaned her back against it and sighed.

She felt bad. She all but told him that he was a mistake. That’s not really how she felt, if she were honest with herself. But she thought it would be nothing further than a casual hookup. Once. Twice was just overstepping a boundary she put in place way before she knew Erik.

Pushing herself off the door, she padded to her bedroom and flopped down on her bed. She heard the boom of a loud bass from next door start and the music rattled her bones. The words were muffled but they sounded angry and loud.

Closing her eyes, Candy just let the music take her for a moment and enjoyed the cool breeze seeping in from the hallway. As she finally began to drift off, she heard the first telltale bang against her bedroom wall.

Scowling, she got up from her bed and grabbed her macbook, going to the fire escape to get away from the sounds. She climbed out the window and situated herself on the metal ground, letting her legs swing over the edge. She opened up her electronic journal and began pouring out her heart, one key at a time.

Candy was in the middle of editing an article when the window next to hers opened and Erik climbed out. He glanced at her for a second before relighting his blunt from before.

The pinkette tried to pretend to be interested in what she was reading but it was no use as the sentence she retyped said:

I wonder what the fire escape would feel like against my back.

Backspacing the entire thing, Candy closed her computer and sighed, standing up. She slowly padded over to where Erik was standing and turned to look out just as he did, leaning against the rail. Pushing her glasses into her hair, she glanced at him from the side.

“She wasn’t as loud as the others.” Candy blurted, though she wasn’t in her room. “I mean, what did you have her gagged?”

Erik raised a brow but said nothing, continuing to look out at the sunset and smoke.

“Usually Ms. Johnson is always the loudest but I think it’s because you’re the only one who’s hit it since ‘96.”

“I thought you ain’t like me.” Erik smoothly inserted, licking his lips, his gaze still away.

“I didn’t say all that,” Candy replied, turning to him, “I just don’t think we should-!”

“Why not?”

The question caught Candy off guard and she froze, blinking. “The other girls.” She rambled shaking her head, “And we’re neighbors, and we’re so different-!”

“Ah,” Erik chimed finally turning to look at her, “There it is. That’s what yo’ fuckin’ problem is.”

Candy raised her brows, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Erik retorted, dropping taking a hit. He let it sit in his mouth for a moment before gesturing to her, “You think you too good for me.”

“Hold up, I ain’t even say-!”

“You ain’t have to say it, I feel that shit. I can hear it in your voice.” The man scowled, looking down at her, “Candace is too good to fuck some thug from Oakland.”

“Erik I didn’t even know you were from Oakland, so what are you even talking about?” Candy retorted sharply, her voice rising with his.

“Shit I coulda’ been from Harlem and you still woulda’ felt the same way. You look down on black people from the ghetto, you one of them bitches.”

Candy’s mouth dropped and she bucked up to Erik, her eyes matching his steely glare, “Who you callin’ a bitch?”

“Yo’ fine ass,” Erik answered just as quick, his nostrils flaring, “You a prissy ass, bougie ass bitch.”

“Nigga fuck you!” Candy shouted, reaching up and mushing his face away from her and turning around to go back into her apartment. “You were the one beggin’ to get in my fuckin’ pants but now I’m a bitch. If I’m a bitch, ya mama’s a bitch!” She threw the insults over her shoulder and just as she had one leg in the window, she was yanked back.

Candy let out a shrill scream as she was forced against the brick wall of her complex with hands gripping her arms. She looked up as Erik towered over her with a scowl, his forehead pressed against hers threateningly.

“Apologize.” Erik growled out, his jaw setting.

“Fuck you.” Candy spat, raising her hands to push him away. Erik quickly gathered them and pinned them to her side.

“I ain’t playin’ with you, ma. You need to apologize for that shit.”

“Fuck you and your mama, ‘cuz obviously she didn’t raise you with-!” Candy didn’t finish her sentence because a heavy hand fell over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up.” Erik shouted at her gruffly before lowering his voice, “Keep fuckin’ with me, see what I do.”

“You ain’t gon’ do shit.” The pinkette mocked from behind his hand, rolling her eyes.

A bitter smile spread across Erik’s face and he nodded, laughing darkly to himself. “Bet.” He muttered before separating from her and grabbing her arm.

“Fuck are you-!”

“Get yo’ pretty ass in my apartment.” Erik demanded, pushing her towards his window.

“Fuck you-!” Candy blurted before she was pushed in, she was easily lifted by Erik and he carried her as she struggled to his bedroom, dropping her unceremoniously.

“Candy, Candy, Candy.” He murmured as he walked to his dresser, “You are so fuckin’ fine but you talk too damn much.” He forcibly pulled out a drawer and Candy’s eyes widened as she tucked her legs under her. She was scared silent.

Erik turned around with a two ties in his hand and pulled them tight, a smirk on his face. “You asked me if I gagged shorty from earlier,” He started, walking toward her, “I didn’t but fuck,” He paused as he stood over her, “If that isn’t a good fuckin’ idea.”

“Erik I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing but I don’t even want-!”

“You don’t gotta lie, ma.” Erik soothed mockingly, lowering to her level, “I know yo’ mean ass want me just as much as I want you.” He pushed her back on the bed and she scowled, trying to sit up. Erik only held her down tighter. “As much as you complain about the noise I make, you seem to forget that I can hear you too, shorty.” He smirked at her wide eyes, “And I hear my name every night.”

Candy frowned, her face warming, “S-shut up, Erik.”

“That’s it, baby.” Erik rasped, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, “Say my name.”

“Erik, I-!” Candy tried to protest again but he shushed her, brushing his thumb against her bottom lip. Out of habit, the pinkette’s tongue darted out to licked at the finger. When she realized what she was doing, she quickly stopped.

Chuckling, he pulled his hand away and picked up on of the ties from the bed, stretching it and looking at her expectantly, “Open up, princess.”

“Don’t call me-!” The gag interrupted her objection and she swallowed thickly as he tied it behind her head. Her eyes narrowed at him and he laughed loudly, pressing his lips against the silk.

“All of a sudden I like yo’ ass a lot better.” Erik teased, snickering as he pushed her further up the bed.

“What the fuck?” Candy tried to say but was halted, he looked at her again and raised the other tie. Huffing, Candy lifted her wrists above her head and rolled her eyes as he tied them to his black headboard. Trying out the knot, she found it was very secure.

“Oh hell yeah.” Erik grinned wildly, biting his lip as he smoothed a hand over her exposed skin. “Fuck this looks good.”

Candy could only glare at him. A sharp slap to her thigh made her moan through the tie.

“Candy girl,” Erik called, looking down at her as he soothed the sting, “You don’t gotta be mean no more, I gotchu’.”

“Fuck you, Erik.” Another sharp smack to the thigh had her trying to close her legs.

“Nah, I’m ‘bouta fuck you, ma.” He retorted, his grill shining as he yanked her shorts down her legs. He saw her purple panties and bit his lip, rubbing her lips through the material, “Royal purple for a bougie ass princess.” He commented before finding her clit. She moaned and he licked his lips, leaning forward to press them against her neck.

Erik leaned back and dragged her panties down her legs, pulling her down so she was flat against the bed, he took his place beside her and continued to lay claim to her skin, his fingers making slow circles on her clit.

“One of these days I want you to play with your pretty pussy just for me.” Erik muttered in her ear as he increased the pace of the circles, “You think I could make it without touchin’ you?”

“Erik.” Candy moaned, her lashes fluttering at him. Her eyes were filled with pleading and she exhaled heavily when he dipped a finger inside of her.

“Nah, nah,” He shook his head, before smirking, “I’mma make you cum just by playin’ with that cute lil’ clit.” He accentuated his point with a sharp pat to her cunt.

Candy nearly sprang off the bed, the action was almost enough to make her cum. When his fingers returned to her clit with faster circles, her abdomen tightened and screamed through the tie, her hips bucking.

Erik didn’t stop playing with her and she twitched away, flinching at how sensitive she was. He raised his fingers and wrapped his tongue around them, licking her off.

“Fuck, tootsie.” He groaned, lining her lips with her own wetness, “I’d drink this shit if I could.”

Getting up from her side, Erik turned her body around so that she was now on her knees and her wrists were crossed. Her ass was in the air and as Erik hovered over her she could feel his hands groping her chest and his dick on her ass.

“Y’know how hard you fuckin’ make me when you scream at me?” Erik rasped, tugging on her lobe, “Yo’ mean ass sure is cute when you mad.”

“Shut up, Erik.” Candy mouthed, groaning when he smacked her ass.

“I’d keep it down if I were you, ma.” Erik warned, leaning back to push her tank top up. “The bitch next door might complain about the noise.”

Candy sent a glare over her shoulder at him and he pushed her head back down, chuckling as he felt her cunt from behind. “Oh shit,” He facetiously exclaimed, parting her cheeks. Candy nearly jumped out of her skin when his fingers brushed against her asshole. “Oh shit, ain’t nobody ever touch you here?”

Candy shook her head, her face hot. She inhaled sharply as she felt the bed shift and heard Erik’s deep chuckle as he kneaded her cheeks again.

“That’s what’s up. I’m about to change your life, shorty.” Candy furrowed her brows and braced herself as he began to peck and nibble at her ass cheeks, a finger slipping down to brush her clit every now and again. “You ain’t never gon’ leave after this, tootsie.”

“Erik-!” Candy was cut off by her own yelp as she felt his tongue slide over her puckered hole. Her toes curled and her eyes glazed over as he lapped, kissed, and wiggled his tongue on her pert skin. A finger lazily brushed against her clit in slow motions and she felt herself contract, wanting something inside of her.

“Erik…” The pinkette’s moan was muffled and she breathed heavily, her eyes rolling back into her head. He hummed against her and she bucked, tugging at the ties on her wrists helplessly. The final straw came when Erik forced his tongue inside, “Fuck!” Candy cried out, as Erik smirked.

Candy felt Erik pull away from her and her whole body almost dropped flat, but Erik’s arm kept her waist up. “I ain’t done with you yet, girl.” He rasped and she felt his finger poking at her backside. She held her breath as he slid it inside of her, her body contorting at the odd new sensation.

The pinkette’s tongue pressed against the tie in her mouth and she allowed her body to fall into it letting Erik take full control. Loud moans sounded from behind the silk as he pumped his finger in and out of her, using the rest of his hand to grope her clit. Leaning forward, Erik replaced his hand with his mouth, licking up her slit and down it then sucking on her clit. That was enough for Candy to scream out his name and convulse.

His neighbor, who complained so much about how noisy he was, screamed so loud that not even the tie in her mouth could mar the sound. Her body trembled for a few more long moments and she moaned loudly the whole time, bucking her ass against his face.

Drool dripped off the sides of Candy’s mouth and she laid there for a moment with her eyes closed. A smack to both her cheeks, made her eyes fly open and she looked back at Erik pleadingly.

“Told you.” Erik shrugged, licking her off of his lips, “Next time, I’mma stretch that shit out even more.”

Candy’s brow furrowed at the mention of a next time but she couldn’t dwell on it too long as Erik bottomed out inside of her. Her toes curled again and she grunted, feeling wet everywhere. He gave her a few shallows pumps before grabbing her hips and forcing her to meet his.

“Fuck, Candy.” Erik groaned, his thumbs digging into her back, “You might as well just give me what’s mine.” He cockily breathed, leaning over her body, “You know I’mma just take it anyway.”

“Shut up, Erik.” Candy babbled, yipping as he thrusted roughly into her, “Eriiiiiiiik.”

“What, tootsie pop?” The man questioned, holding himself up on his fists, “What yo’ mean ass gotta say now?”

Candy tried to speak but was interrupted by him burying his prick into her deeper. “Nuffin’,” She squealed as he did it again, “Nuffin’, baby.”

“I’mma guess you said ‘nothin’.” Erik snickered, burying his head into her neck, “The only thing I wanna hear is my fuckin’ name while I beat this shit up, understand?”

Candy nodded mutely and closed her eyes, sighing as she felt on of his hands sprawl across her neck and one tug at her braids, forcing her head back.

“You love this shit, huh?” Erik asked, looking down at her, “Open your fuckin’ eyes.” The pinkette immediately obeyed his command, looking up to see his face right in front of hers. “You love this shit?” She nodded insistently and flinched as his hand on her throat tightened. “This pussy mine, ain’t it?”

“Yes!” Candy cried, tears on their way, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

“Give me that shit, Candy.” Erik demanded with a snarl, “Yo’ disrespectful ass better cum for me.”

“Eriiiiik…” Candy whined, behind the tie as her eyes began to roll back again. The hand holding her head back, fell to her ass and as she felt a finger slip into her other hole, she came again.

“I fuckin’ love, oh my god, Erik stahp, please oh my god…” The pinkette babbled as he fucked her through it. He dropped his hold on her and she fell forward, drool dripping down her chin. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“God ain’t doin’ this to you, ma.” Erik interjected, slapping her ass again, “Get it right.”

“Erirkik.” Candy stammered, completely gone, “Please, oh my fuckin’ Erik!” She heard a breathless laugh behind her and in one quick motion Erik pulled out and came on her back, the cum steaming as it hit her skin.

“Fuck, I might love you.” Candy babbled incoherently as her eyes finally closed. She laid there for a long moment before she felt her tank top being literally ripped off of her and the cum on her back being wiped away. The sensation snapped her back to reality and she lazily glared over her shoulder at him. “Did you just use my shirt as a cum rag?”

“What?” Erik questioned, the scowl on his face returning. Candy rolled her eyes and motioned down to the tie with them. “I don’t know, ma. I think I like yo’ ass better like this.”

Candy rolled out a line of expletives and he laughed, reaching around to untie her hands, then her mouth. The pinkette immediately hit him on the arm, “You dickhead,” She accused, crossing her arms, “That was my only tank top, you asshole.”

“You better stop talkin’ to me like that, shorty.” Erik warned, yanking her up from the bed and pulling her against his body. “I’mma have to give you another whoopin’.”

“You ain’t my daddy.” Candy brazingly retorted, rolling her eyes.

Erik smacked her ass roughly then parted her cheeks, pressing his fingers into her asshole. “I’ll have you screamin’ it when I get my dick in that pretty ass, tootsie.”

“Shut up.” The pinkette breathed half-heartedly, her eyes lidded as she continued to poke, “You ain’t gon’ do shit, Erik.” Her neighbor grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her harshly, all lips, tongue and teeth. He pulled away but still kept his short distance, glaring into her eyes.

“You so fuckin’ mean.”

“You like it.” Candy accused, biting her lip as she looked up at him.

“Get you ass back in that bed.” Erik ordered with a sly smile, smacking her ass as she turned to do just that.