"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."

Selene's mouth ghosted over mine again-this time, less teasing, more intent.

She kissed me like she was devouring me in slow motion.

Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her heat across the strain in my pants. I let out a strangled sound, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other still gripping her bare thigh like it was my only tether to Earth.

"Relax," she whispered against my lips. "Let me take care of you."

Her hand slid down my chest, nails catching just enough to make me arch into her touch. She moved lower, trailing fingers across the waistband of my sweats, toying with the hem-then up again.

She smiled, watching me squirm beneath her.

"You're so easy to read," she murmured. "I like that."

I swallowed, chest heaving. "Is that a bad thing?"

Selene shook her head, nose brushing mine. "Not at all. I want you to be honest and responsive."

Her fingers slipped under my shirt, dragging it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of bare skin like she was unwrapping a present.

She pulled it off entirely and tossed it somewhere behind her, then sat back just enough to look at me properly.

Her gaze roamed my chest, lips parting. "Damn," she whispered. "You're even sexier than I imagined."

"You imagined?" I asked, a little breathless.

She grinned like she'd been caught. "Oh, Zeke. You only ever focused on your car and your comics, it made me sad to know you didn't notice me, and every time I'd come into my room and touch myself to the thoughts of you slutting me out."

Fuck, how did I manage to get this goddess to drool over me? A stupid unaccomplished virgin is about to get laid by a freaking goddess.

Her hands moved lower, nails scraping softly along my abs, then up her own body. She took my hand and guided it to her thigh, up until I could feel the lace edge of her underwear.

"Touch me," she said softly. "But listen to me while you do. Do exactly what I say."

I nodded, throat too dry to speak.

"Start slow," she whispered, guiding my fingers along the outside of her panties. "Gentle, just like that. Let me warm up to you."

My fingertips traced the fabric, and her breath hitched. She rolled her hips into my hand, eyes fluttering half-closed.

"Now use two fingers. Press-yes, right there."

The fabric was already damp, and I could feel the heat of her even through it. She moaned, low and controlled, like she didn't want to give me too much too fast.

"Good boy," she murmured. "Now pull my panties to the side and insert two fingers."

I did, my breath catching as my fingers brushed over bare, slick pussy. Her thighs tensed around my hand, her nails digging into my shoulder.

"Start circling. Gently. Slow and steady," she said, breath stuttering. "Keep your eyes on my face. I want to see you watching me come."

I obeyed, fingers moving in soft, rhythmic circles. Her mouth fell open, her head tipping back as her hips rocked into me.

"Faster," she breathed. "Add a little more pressure."

I adjusted, and she gasped, like really gasped-like I'd pressed some hidden switch.

"Right there. Stay there. Don't stop."

Her breathing grew erratic, hands clutching my shoulders, her body trembling slightly above mine. Her pussy clenching hard in my fingers as I thrust in and out.

God she felt so fucking warm.

"Fuck, Zeke," she moaned, grinding harder into my hand. "You're doing so well."

Her voice dropped an octave, turned breathy and unfiltered. "Yes baby, continue doing that."

I swallowed hard. "You're doing all the work."

She smiled, dazed and wicked. "And you're doing everything right."

Her thighs started to shake. I could feel it-the tension rising, coiling tight like a spring.

"Zeke-" she gasped, clutching my wrist, "don't you dare stop."

My hand moved faster, matching the rhythm she set, fingers working her in just the right way. Her whole body was trembling now, lips parted, eyes heavy with want. Her mouth fell open like she was about to cry out-

And then she stopped herself, pulling my hand away with a shaky gasp.

"Not yet," she whispered, eyes wild and dark with lust. "I want you inside me when I come."

I stared at her, dazed. My fingers were slick, and she looked like a goddess caught mid-thunderstorm.

"Holy shit," I breathed.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my jaw. "You're about to find out what that feels like, pretty boy."

She grabbed the fingers that were just in her oussy, setting it at the entrance of my lips.

"Go on, taste me."

My tongue tugged out of my lips and I popped the two fingers into my mouth.

She tasted like salt water, fucking heavenly. I wanted more, more of her pussy juices, more of her moaning.

"Before you fuck me we need some ground rules like Safe words," she said, voice steady. "We pick one that means 'stop, immediately' and another for 'slow down' or 'check in.' Communication isn't sexy, but it's essential."

I nodded, heart pounding. "Safe word... Maroon for stop?"

"Perfect," she smiled. "Yellow for slow."

The room seemed to shrink to just us, the world outside fading as she traced her fingers down my chest.

"Now," Selene whispered, "let's try something."

Her lips met mine, softer this time.

The first thing I register is the sound. Not her voice-the click of leather against metal. A subtle clink, like she's assembling a weapon.

She'd managed to convince me to do her bidding, my wrists were already strapped to the bedposts, stretched wide. The tension pulling across my chest as the leather cuffs bite into my skin.

My ankles are bound the same way, completely spread and exposed.

I lift my head, just barely, and there she is. Selene, y goddes in a black corset and thigh-high boots, a goddamn whip twirling between her fingers like it's an extension of her will.

"Safeword?" she purrs.

"Maroon, Yellow and Gun," I rasp.

My cock was already aching, and precum leaked out and she hadn't even touched me yet.

"Good boy."

She straddles my thighs but doesn't settle. Just perches there, smirking like a queen on her throne. Then she leans in-slow, methodical-and clamps something around the base of my cock.

"Don't move you cock abruptly or you could injure yourself, pretty boy. Cock rings can be quite dangerous." The sweetness in her voice made my cock jerk from excitement and the cock ring dug deeper into my skin.

I hissed through my teeth, with every nerve in my body going haywire.

My cock was already beetroot red and I needed to release soon, or I'd lose my fucking mind.

"Oh, you thought you were going to come tonight?" she laughs softly. "How cute."

Selene brings out a slim silver vibrator, and my body goes rigid. Where the fuck is that going into?

She presses down on my abdomen, and my hips buck instinctively at the contact.

"Is this okay?"

"...Yes," I choke.

She lubes it, slides it slowly into my pee hole, I expected pain but there's nothing. My back arched off the bed and she shushed me like a child throwing a tantrum.

"You'll thank me later."

Then she turns it on, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood I can feel it everywhere.

When I get close to cumming she stops the vibrator, and her hands take over stroking me enough to my my thighs shake but then she always pulls away.

"Look at you," she says at one point, running her nails down my chest until she reaches my hips. "So desperate to lose your virginity to me."

I feel her teeth a second before they sink into the side of my neck, marking me possessively.

I groan, head lolling, letting her take whatever she wants.

And when she finally takes the vibrator out and replaces it with her hands on my cock, stroking it slowly I nearly scream out in pleasure.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes, fuck-Goddess, please-"

Her nails scrape my inner thighs, dangerously close.

"Too bad."

She presses the vibrator against my swollen cock instead. A whimper, escapes my mouth. A fucking whimper. My whole body's trembling now, soaked with sweat, and still straining against the restraints.

I think she's going to stop again but instead her mouth replaces the vibrator, I feel it deep in the back of her throat, her teeth grazes me a bit and I tremble underneath her.

I feel it coming again, and I think Selene does to as she bops her head faster, taking my balls and cock into her mouth at the same fucking time.

"I- I am- fuck-" I stammered.

My balls unload into her mouth, but Selene doesn't stop. She sucked harder, milking every drop out of me.

"That was a lot of cum," she whispers. "Do you think you still have more for me, pretty boy?"