I stared at the elevators climbing like a countdown to my doom, or maybe orgasm.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, a very useless attempt at calming the throbbing of my pussy just from memory.

Fuck. I have become addicted to him.

No one had ever paid any attention to me that way, nobody. Not once.

And I know he's just doing his job but fuck, he does it so well.

I got the reception and the assistant that always greeted me sat there with that sly smile plastered on her face.

"Dr. Lee will see you now," she said sweetly, like there was something different about today's session.

I stepped into the room with my heart racing and my clit already pulsing just from being near him.

Dr. Jay turned from the counter, flipping through a chart calmly.

"Aliyah," he said, eyes dragging up my body. "Always the punctual patient."

"I wanted this to be over with," I lied through my teeth, I wanted anything but our relationship to be done with.

He smirked tsking. "You turn bright red when you lie, Ali."

Jay, circled around me, a really sick glint filled his eyes and if I thought whatever plan he had for me would make me beg in ways I didn't find prude.

"You must be wondering why I look more official today," he said, brushing hair back from my face like I was his and had always been his.

I nodded slowly.

"Well," he murmured, voice low and devastating, "today's visit is part of a formal response assessment. I've logged your previous symptoms, initial stimulation tolerance and now I want to test your stamina."

"S-stamina?"

He motioned to the padded chair, but there was something new beside it.

A mirror.

"You'll be watching this session," he said.

Fuck no, that'd be embarrassing.

"I want you to see how your body betrays your mind," he continued. "How arousal manifests in your breath, your muscles, your sounds. By the end of today..." He leaned down, lips barely brushing mine. "You will most likely be pleading for my cock.

"And if I don't?" I whispered, just to poke the bear.

His eyes darkened. "I know you will."

He guided me into the chair like I was made of glass and each touch made my skin tingle with nerves.

"Look at yourself," he said.

I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn't. I was exposed, my legs spread wide open by the wedge cushion, and my robe kept sliding off my shoulder, revealing my taut nipples.

"Tell me what you see," he ordered.

"I-I see myself."

His brow quirked. "That's disappointing. I see a desperate little patient filled with lust and whose pussy is staining my chair with her pussy juice before I even touch her."

I whimpered, from the exposure. I glanced up again. He was right, I could see it too.

My eyes were dilated, small and my mouth was slightly open. I look like a fucking slut.

His slut.

He snapped the gloves on, put my thigh further apart and slid between my legs, tapping the inside of my left thigh.

"You know the rules, do not touch me, do not plead, no orgasms until I allow it. What happens if you break them?"

I nodded, breath shallow. "I lose the privilege of being here."

"Good girl."

His fingers traced around my clit, not on it very slowly. My hips twitched trying to get his fingers to at least graze my clit.

"I said watch."

I forced my eyes to the mirror, if I ever thought my reflection was slutty it was way worse. My makeup was smudged and runny.

Then one finger slid inside. Then two. Curling, teasing-but never hard enough. Never deep enough.

"You're so wet it's leaking onto the cushion," he murmured. "Is that embarrassment I see?"

I bit my lip, hips grinding down.

"Don't." He pulled back. "I'm not here to make you come yet. Your body is getting used to being stimulated, let's see how much more you can deal with."

It was unbearable, my clit throbbed intensely as I clenched around nothing.

"Jay, please-"

He stood, towering over me with a cold demeanor. "Are you breaking the rule?"

I trembled. "Yes. I don't care. Please. Please, I want it. I need you. Inside me."

His eyes sharpened. "Say it properly."

I stared at my reflection. I looked needy, flushed and dripping.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered. "Please, Dr. Lee. I need your cock. I want it deep. I know I said no fucking but if this is going to be my last session, I need to feel your cock inside of me, please."

He quickly tore off his gloves and undid his belt, I watched with a watery mouth as his cock sprung free.

Whoever said Asian men has small dicks were fucking liars, the cock facing me right now was about 8inches long and had girth as well.

I had never taken anything more than 5 inches before, how could I take this?

"Finally," he muttered, rubbing the tip of his cock on my pussy.

There was no way his cock would fit inside me, "I- I don't think you will fit."

"With the way your pussy is trying to pull me in, I am certain it will fit, Aliyah."

He yanked me to the edge and thrust into me-one brutal, glorious motion. I cried out, loud, raw.

"Fuck you're so fuckinh tight keep your eyes on the mirror," he growled against my ear.

I did as I was ordered, my eyes turned to the mirror and I could barely keep it open.

I looked gone as jay's longs stroke plunged deep inside me, my mouth hung open as silent gasps escaped me.

Fuck. I can't handle this anymore, Jay pounded deeper, grunting with every stroke.

"I wanted to be deep inside you from the moment you walked into my office," he gritted into my neck. "You love this don't you, you love how my cock slams into you."

"Yess," I gasped. "Fuck, yes."

"For a dry pussy, it keeps pulling me in like a cock hungry monster."

Jay pulled my head to him, kissing me as his cock drilled my hole.

"Nobody is allowed to fuck you, nobody but me. Understood?"

He slammed harder. My nails dug into the chair. His hand wrapped around my throat-just enough to make me dizzy.

I could feel my orgasm building inside me, Jay did too because he didn't stop. He kept pounding, hitting my g-spot.

"Cum on my cock Aliyah," He grunted, his hands still wrapped around my throat.

And like a fucking obedient patient, I came hard but jay didn't stop.

He kept fucking me senseless until I was close to passing out.

I shadow cast around the room and I thought I was imagining things until my eyes darted to the mirror and I saw a reflection.

The receptionist? What was she doing here in a white coat?

She stood in the corner like she'd been watching him fuck me the whole time.

My breath caught.

"W-what-"

"Relax," Jay said, voice calm like this was normal. Like I wasn't naked and trembling and filled with him. "Maureen is here for formal data collection."

She stepped closer, calmly like this was fucking normal. Her gloved fingers flexed once before she moved beside me.

"Continue," she said, unbothered, clipboard in hand. "Patient's orgasm lasted approximately twelve seconds. Breathing is erratic. Muscle spasms still present."

Jay continued, this time his speed reduced but he thrusts deeper.

"She will assist in assessing stimulation tolerance," he said.

Her fingers brushed my nipple, pinching it slightly before rolling it.

Fucking hell.

I couldn't pay attention to one thing. Jay's cock deep in my pussy or Maureen's finger teasing my nipple while her other hand played with my clit.

It was too much.

"I can't do this," I breathed out.

"Clitoral sensitivity increased," she noted. "Dilated pupils. She's close again."

"No," Jay snapped. "Not yet, you're not coming yet."

Her other finger on my clit didn't stop, she pinched it slightly and massaged it slowly, making me drip more on Hay's cock.

I didn't think it was ever possible to be this wet while being fucked.

I sobbed, unable to hold on anymore

"I-I can't-"

"You can," Maureen said flatly. "And you will."

Jay growled in approval. "That's it, Aliyah. Be a good girl for me, Aliyah."

I writhed, the pleasure too much for me to bear. I needed to come, I can't hold it in anymore.

"Cum for me, cum on my cock," Jay ordered.

Maureen's motion on my clit increased and Jay's strokes increased.

I didn't hold back, I came harder than I ever had, longer and I didn't want to end.

"You're not good enough to work here. You lack the experience."

Jason's voice was clipped, businesslike-like we weren't sitting three feet apart at his dining room table last Sunday, pretending to be family.

It would've been laughable, if it wasn't so familiar. I graduated top of my class from an Ivy League. But sure. Not enough.

I looked up, letting my gaze settle on him. I don't know what I expected-he was my mother's newest accessory.

And my mother? Well, she never missed a chance to remind me I was a disappointment.

Jason kept talking, his mouth moving like a puppet show on mute.

I didn't hear him. I only heard her.

You're a disgrace.

An unattractive virgin with no social life. A fucking failure.

I stood before he could finish his sentence, before I could be insulted again by someone who only saw me through her cracked mirror.

The second I parked, I just sat there, staring at nothing.

I got out.

I didn't bother locking the door. Nobody wanted a beat-up '02 rustbucket with a broken cassette player and an old gym bag in the back seat.

I hit the elevator button and stuffed my hands in my pockets, eyes on the floor. Fifth floor.

The minute the doors started to close, a soft buy urgent voice rang out "Hold the door, please!"

Instinctively, I stuck my arm out, catching the sensor right before the metal shut me in completely.

She stepped in and fuck.

I froze.

She was- God, gorgeous. A freaking goddess on earth. She had a grocery bag on one arm, the thin strap of her silk gown sliding halfway down her shoulder barely clinging. I caught the side of her breast, and her areolas before I yanked my eyes away.

Fuck, I was already hard.

I didn't recognize her, which was weird. I barely talked to anyone here but I was certain I knew my neighbors.

"Thanks," she said, breathless. A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

I nodded.

She smelled like vanilla and something floral.

I probably smelled like old motor oil and the inside of a panic attack.

We stood in silence as the elevator hummed to life.

I could feel her glance at me. Not in a weird way-just curious. She wasn't sizing me up or judging.

And God help me, I wanted her to look again.

I tried to stop myself from ogling at her breasts again, but I couldn't when the elevator jolted slightly at the fourth floor, and she swayed just a little making her breasts bounced and I could feel my cock twitching in need of action.

She let out a tiny laugh, balancing herself with her free hand against the wall.

Nice Zeke, a fucking disappointment and now a pervert?

"You'd think by now this building could afford a decent elevator," she said.

I almost smiled.

"Yeah," I muttered. "Guess so."

Her head tilted at that, but before she could respond, the doors dinged open.

Fifth floor.

She stepped out first.

So did I.

I followed a few steps behind, feeling the heat in my chest spread lower, the hardening in my jeans not entirely down.

She stopped in front of the door next to mine, I almost laughed.

Because of course she was my neighbor.

She looked back at me with a soft grin, kind of surprised too. "Guess that makes us neighbors."

I nodded, too stunned to form actual words. She shifted the grocery bag in her arms and gestured toward my phone.

"Your phone's been ringing," she said. "I think it started in the elevator."

I looked down.

Mom.

The screen pulsed like it was daring me to answer. Like it already knew she was going to say exactly what I didn't want to hear.

"Thanks," I said, forcing a tiny smile.

She opened her door and looked at me one more time. Her expression was... gentle. Something I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Goodnight," she said.

"Yeah. Night."

Her door shut quietly. Mine didn't even close before I answered the call.

"I see you finally picked up," my mother snapped, skipping hello like it offended her.

"I had an interview," I said flatly, already exhausted.

"Oh? With who? Was it another coffee shop that you'll get fired from in two weeks?"

"It was with Jason," I said, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind me. "Your boyfriend."

The silence that followed was sharp.

"I thought he might actually take me seriously," I continued. "But I guess he's learned how to talk to me from watching you."

"You better watch your tone," she bit back. "He's trying to help you see the truth, Zeke. You've always thought you were smarter than you are."

I sat down on the arm of the couch, staring at the floor like it might understand me better than she ever has.

"I had another interview today," I said, voice calm. "But I chose to meet with Jason instead. I thought maybe you cared enough to want me near you. I thought you deserved a chance to prove I was wrong about you."

Her laugh was cold. "Oh, how generous of you."

"No," I said. "It was stupid."

And I hung up.

I sat there for a long moment, breathing through the heat in my chest. My hand was still shaking, but I wasn't sure if it was from anger... or relief.

Then I glanced at the wall I now shared with her.

The girl from the elevator.

I wondered if she heard any of that.

I wondered what she'd think of me if she did.

And I wondered why, for the first time in years I cared about what someone other than mom thought of me.

****

I could feel her lips wrap slowly around my soft cock, sucking on it seductively.

Fuck, who was this?

A soft moan of approval escaped her mouth stiffened for her.

"Your cock is so obedient."

I couldn't see who the person was but that voice, my neighbor?

"Who- who are you?"

No answer, instead her mouth takes me deeper and I nearly scream out in ecstasy.

I'd never had a blowjob before, not even in my dreams.

The person sucked my cock harder while stroking, her tongue licking and doing things I can't even figure out and then she stopped biting hard enough to ensure I am paying attention.

"You like this don't you? You want to cum on my face right?"

I shook my head telling her no, even though I could feel my balls tightening. Of course I wanted to cum all over her face but I didn't even know who she was.

I wanted my first time to be with someone I can see.

"Oh baby boy, you're going to cum. Whether or not you want to, but we both know you want to shoot your load in my mouth and on my face. Isn't that right, virgin boy?"

My body betrayed me, her fingers went under my balls as her through opened, swallowing the entirety of my cock. I moaned uncontrollably as she makes me fuck her throat, tears streaming down my eyes.

Every muscle in my body flexed and my back arched, I grabbed the chair trying to balance myself as my load spilled out of me filling her throat and her mouth.

She didn't stop milking me dry, I felt like I'd die from it. I'd never cum before and I didn't think it could take that long either, it felt like an endless convulsion of ecstasy.

"Your cum tastes so good and healthy. Now it is my turn Baby, have you ever eaten a pussy before?"

Before I could respond a voice her voice changed to one I could never forget in a million years rang through the room and my blood ran cold.

"You can't even fuck a girl in your dreams without crying."

Mom? What was she doing here?

I tried to get out of the chair but suddenly I could feel a restraint around me, Mom's voice kept ringing in the room and her horrendous laughter tormented me.

"What are you doing here!? Get out!?" I screamed out but there was nothing but more laughter from her.

"You're a disgusting pathetic freak, a loser!"

I could hear myself screaming at the top of my lungs to silence her voice and then a hand wrapped around me pulling me out of whatever it was.

"Calm down, you were dreaming. Please open your eyes." The voice was soft and homely.

I didn't dare open my eyes, I was scared to see my mother the second I opened my eyes.

"This isn't real, you're not real. Go away!" I yelled out.

Lips, warm, soft and I think real were on mine, kissing me slowly and reassuringly.

The kiss pulled me halfway to the surface, It was soft and weirdly familiar.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw my neighbor, the one from the elevator.

The one I had been fantasizing about before my mother interrupted.

Fuck.

She was here in my room, almost straddling me, and kissing me.

"What-what the fuck," I gasped, shoving myself up so fast my head spun. My palm hit the mattress hard, shoving myself away from her like she'd burned me. "What are you doing?!"

Her eyes widened, and hurt flickered across her face like a glitch she tried to hide.

"You were... screaming," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "You were having a nightmare, I heard you through the wall, I didn't know what to do."

"So you broke in?" I snapped, more panic than anger.

"No," she said quickly. "The door was open. I-I called out but you didn't answer and then you were thrashing and I-"

"And kissing me was your solution?" I demanded, even as something in my chest ached from the loss of her warmth.

She swallowed hard. "It wasn't like that."

I dragged a hand down my face, trying to calm the tremble in my fingers.

I wasn't even angry, not really. I was scared and embarrassed.

"You shouldn't be here," I muttered, looking anywhere but at her. "You shouldn't've seen me like that."

"I didn't mean to invade anything," she said, quiet now, gathering herself like she was bracing to be yelled at. "But I've had panic attacks. I know what it's like to wake up gasping for air, thinking you're still trapped. Sometimes you just... need to feel someone. Something. So I-I kissed you."

My first kiss, with this fucking hot neighbor and I can't fully remember it. Classic.

Guilt spread through me as she walked out the door but I couldn't say a thing to stop her.

She was just trying to help.

I shut my eyes close and the memory of the faded kiss came rushing, not just in my head but also my cock.

I need to apologize and maybe get a glimpse of her body again.

I knocked twice on her door with my heart in my throat, on the third knock the door creaked open and she came into view wearing just a short sleeping robe.

I could outline her hard nipples from just looking, they were poking and fuck I almost forgot why I came here.

"Uh, hi?" Her voice snapped my attention back to her.

"I'm sorry," I said, voice rough.

She blinked. "What?"

"For earlier," I said again, stepping back slightly so she didn't think I was crowding her. "I snapped at you when you were only trying to help, you didn't deserve that."

Her shoulders relaxed a little. "You were having a nightmare. I probably shouldn't've kissed you."

I gave a weak chuckle. "Yeah, well. Pretty sure that kiss pulled me out of the worst of it. So... thank you."

Her lips curved just a little, hesitant. "Do you... wanna come in?"

My cock jolted awake at her offer, I could say no rush back into my room and take a really cold shower or I could just walk in there a ogle at her all night.

She opened the door wider, the slight movement from her caused her robe to show bits of her thigh.

Ogling it is. She shut the door behind me and we stood there in silence.

I couldn't stop imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock, taking me deeper with each thrust.

How do guys hit on a woman?

"I don't even know your name," she said suddenly, a soft, slightly embarrassed laugh in her voice. "I mean I kissed you before I knew what to moan."

Did I hear clearly? She wanted to moan my name?

I smirked while playing it cool. "We could always start over."

She gave me a small smile, but there was something in her eyes I couldn't quite depict.

"Selene," she said, extending a hand like we weren't flirting a few seconds ago. "I'm Selene."

I took her hand, it was fucking soft and would fit perfectly jerking my cock off for me.

"Like the moon goddess," I murmured, almost without thinking.

Her brows lifted. "You know your mythology?"

"Not really," I said. "Just enough to know Selene drove the moon across the sky every night, fell in love with a mortal, and begged the gods to let him sleep forever so she could love him without him aging."

She blinked. "That's oddly specific."

I shrugged. "I liked the story."

Her fingers were still in mine.

"You?" she asked, voice low now. "What's your name ?"

I looked down at her.

"Zeke," I said finally. "Short for Ezekiel. But no one calls me that."

"Zeke," she repeated again, softly. "Nice to meet you."

Her voice lingered in the space between us, warm and teasing.

I cleared my throat, feeling way too aware of her body just a breath away. "That kiss, earlier..."

"It was my first, that was why I kind of panicked."

Something shifted in her expression. Her brows drew together just slightly-not out of pity, but curiosity.

"Your first ever?" she asked, stepping a little closer. "Like... first kiss, first?"

I nodded, one shoulder rising awkwardly. "Yeah. I-I guess I'm just not the type people look at like that. No one's ever really... wanted to."

Selene's eyes softened-then sparkled.

She laughed, warm and shocked, like I'd told her the sky wasn't blue. "Zeke, are you kidding me?"

I blinked. "Uh. No?"

She stepped right up to me, fingers brushing the edge of my shirt like it was nothing, like touching me was normal but my body didn't understand that. "You really didn't notice, did you?"

"Notice what?"

She grinned-this slow, sinful thing that made my heart stutter.

"That I've been plenty attracted to you since the second we met."

I wasn't hearing a thing, not with the way she was moving her hands across my body.

Her hands slid up my chest as she leaned in. "You're gorgeous, Zeke. Tall and quiet and broody as hell. I've had thoughts about you tonight."

"Thoughts," I repeated dumbly, because that was all my brain could process.

"Really nasty ones," she added with a wink.

If this were another dream, I don't want to wake up until I am balls deep in her pussy, fucking her senseless.

Selene pushed me lightly to the couch, stepping in between my knees and gently straddling me.

If she could feel my cock through my sweats, she didn't show it but I couldn't act like I didn't sense the heat coming from her.

Her robe shifted with the movement, slipping off her left shoulder and revealing a lot of her breasts.

"Zeke," she whispered, voice suddenly serious again. "Can I be your first of many?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

Because how the hell was I supposed to respond to that?

My hands settled on her thighs without even thinking, palms warm against her bare skin.

"You don't have to say anything," she murmured. "I just... I want to show you what it feels like to be wanted."

"Selene," I said, voice cracking a little.

She leaned in until our noses brushed. Her lips hovered over mine, barely touching. Her robe slipped just a little more, and I could feel her body against mine like we were made for this.

She kissed me slowly, like she was teaching me how to enjoy it, like she wanted me to feel it in my soul.

Her lips moved against mine, slow at first, then firmer, deeper. She tasted like cheese and sweet and something I didn't know I craved until now.

I let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan and her mouth curved into a smile against mine.

"Oh, sweetheart," she whispered, pulling back just enough to drag her thumb over my bottom lip. "You're so fucking responsive already."

I shivered. My hands gripped her thighs tighter, needing something to ground me.

She shifted in my lap, pressing down slowly, deliberately, and I felt her heat even through the thin fabric of her panties.

My breath stuttered. My cock throbbed against my sweats, straining toward her like it had a mind of its own.

"You've been neglected, haven't you?" she murmured, her tone turning low and knowing. "No wonder you flinched at a little kindness."

I didn't know what to say. I just stared up at her, jaw tight, heart pounding.

"Don't worry," she cooed. "I know what you need."

Her robe slipped off completely, pooling around her hips. She was bare underneath except for the lace that barely counted as underwear. My mouth went dry.

If I thought she was hot clothed, she looked even more heavenly naked.

She leaned in, nipping my bottom lip this time. "But I don't do sweet and slow. I am rough and wild. Can you handle that, pretty boy?"

I didn't understand jack she said and God help me, I nodded.

"Words, Zeke."

"Yes," I rasped. "I can handle it."

Her smile turned feral.

"Good."

In a blur, she pushed me back until I was flat on the couch.

She straddled my hips, pinning me down with her thighs. One hand wrapped around my neck and the other slipped under my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she trails it up my chest.

I gasped, why did the pain feel good?

"You're mine tonight," she said, voice like velvet and fire. "And I'm going to make you feel everything you've ever been denied."

I moaned, needing to feel some kind of friction from her, she clicked her tongue. "Ah-ah. You don't move unless I tell you to."

"Okay," I whispered. "Yes, Selene."

She slapped my cheek-light, playful-but it rocked me.

"That's Goddess to you, baby."

And holy fuck.

My cock twitched hard at that. My whole body lit up like I'd been struck by lightning.

"Oh... I'm going to have fun ruining you."