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?"

Selene straddled my lap, her lips wet and swollen from our last kiss, her breath ghosting over my jaw like a whisper of ash.

"You did good tonight," she murmured, dragging her nails down my chest. "Better than I expected."

I chuckled breathlessly, muscles still twitching from the last round. "Is that a compliment, or a challenge?"

"A bit of both." She smirked, but there was something softer behind it. "Zeke."

"Yeah?"

She shifted, grinding lightly against me. Not enough to start anything. Just enough to make me listen.

"I want you to dominate me, now."

I blinked. "Wait. What?"

"You heard me."

My heart thundered in my chest, not from arousal-though that was there too, obviously-but from sheer surprise.

"You mean like... now?"

"No." She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Yes, tonight. If you want to."

I swallowed. "Selene, I've never- I don't know how to do that. I mean, you know I've never gone further than opening the door for a woman."

She pulled back just enough to look at me. "I won't make you do something you aren't comfortable doing"

"But what if I screw it up?"

Her expression softened, impossibly warm for someone who once made me beg all night.

"You won't." Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently. "I'll tell you what I like. What I need. But you're the one who'll decide how it happens. I'll follow you."

I stared at her, not because I didn't believe her-but because I did.

"And if I get it wrong?" I asked quietly.

She smiled. Really smiled. Not her usual devilish grin. This one was... honest.

"Then I'll show you how to get it right."

I let the silence stretch, my hands resting on her thighs, my pulse wild beneath her.

This was more than sex.

It was trust.

It was power, one I had never been offered before in my life.

And damn it, I wanted it.

"You're sure?" I asked one last time.

Selene leaned down until our foreheads touched. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I kissed her, deep and slow. Then pulled back and whispered against her mouth-

"Then show me how to make you feel good, goddess."

Selene lay back on the bed, hair fanned out like a halo of ink, wrists resting loosely above her head.

"I don't know what I'm doing," I admitted, kneeling between her thighs. My voice was rougher than I expected. Already changed. Already darker.

She smiled, lazy and smug. "I want you to learn me."

God, she made it sound sacred.

I reached for her hands, guided them to the headboard.

"Keep them there," I said.

Her brows lifted.

I leaned in, kissed her collarbone. "That wasn't a suggestion."

The flush that spread across her cheeks wasn't embarrassment-it was pure arousal.

"Oh," she whispered, eyes dilating. "Yes, sir."

Fuck.

That did something to me.

I found a silk tie from the nightstand, not wanting to use the same cuffs on she used on me on her.

I bound her wrists tight but not too tight and she watched me intently, accessing every move I took.

"You good?"

She nodded, then said sweetly, "I'll be better when you stop talking and start fucking do you bidding to me."

I smiled. "Brat."

Her eyes flared.

I dragged her panties down her thighs, so slowly it made her squirm, when the fabric was fully discarded I turned her over slightly, outlining her ass before spanking it hard.

She gasped, eyes going wide. Her mouth fell open.

"You like that?" I asked.

She hesitated-then nodded, cheeks flushed.

"Use your words."

"Yes," she whispered. "More."

I spanked her again, a little harder a cheek at a time, and each time my palm made contact with her ass, she jolted, hips buckling eagerly.

"You like being punished?" I asked, kneeling behind her, pushing her thighs apart.

"I like it when it's you." Her voice was ragged. "You make me feel... out of control."

A sense of confidence clouds me as I chuckled low. "I'm glad you do."

I slid my fingers over her soaked folds, circling her clit but never touching it directly. She writhed, biting her lip.

"Zeke-"

"Shhh." I leaned down, breath hot against her center. "I'm going to try what you did to me to you."

Her head snapped back. "What?"

"You said I could do whatever I wanted." My fingers teased her entrance, slipping in just enough to make her moan. "You didn't think I'd go easy on you, did you?"

She growled in disappointment and I laughed. "So sensitive already. What would happen if I just... left you like this?"

"Zeke," she gasped. "Don't you dare-"

I pulled away.

She whimpered.

"Holy shit," I whispered. "That's your kink."

Her eyes burned. "Stop it, Zeke. Touch me already."

"if that's what is you want."

I dropped between between her thighs, my tongue coming in contact with her dripping pussy and I lapped on it likes u had something to prove.

My middle and index fingers plunge deep into her pussy as my tongue latches on.

"God, Zeke. Don't stop, please."

"Zeke-I'm close-I'm-"

I stopped.

She screamed in frustration. "You bastard."

I grinned. "Say 'please.'"

"Fuck you."

I spanked her again.

"Please!" she moaned. "Please let me come. I need it-I need you."

That's all it took.

I buried my face back in her pussy and didn't stop until she, came in my mouth screaming my name like it hurt to say it.

Her legs shook around my shoulders, her wrists strained against the tie as I continued to lap her juices like a thirsty caveman. she collapsed into the bed, completely wrecked, I kissed her inner thigh like a gentleman.

"You okay?" I whispered.

She looked at me with pure awe. "What the hell did you just do to me?"

I smirked.

"Followed your teachings."

She hadn't stopped shaking. Sprawled across the bed, wrists still bound, mouth parted in pure wreckage.

I didn't give her long.

"Not done," I said, crawling up her body.

Her eyes fluttered open, and I saw it: that bratty little spark that refused to stay ruined.

"Again?" she teased, breathless. "I thought this was your first time."

I grabbed her chin, forced her to look at me. "Don't test me, sweetheart."

She smirked, all sin. "Or what?"

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

"I'll eat your pussy you until you're crying. I'll make you beg so sweet your voice breaks."

Her breath hitched.

And fuck if that didn't make my cock throb.

I kissed her, slow and filthy then slid two fingers inside her while my thumb circled her clit just enough to tease.

Her legs clenched.

"Zeke-"

"Not yet."

I brought her to the brink, over and over-watching her twist beneath me, her body desperate, mind unravelling.

She was sobbing.

"Please," she gasped. "Please, I can't-Zeke, please let me come."

I held still, just inside her, watching her fall apart.

"Say you're mine."

She choked out a breath. "I'm yours."

"Say you're my good girl."

She trembled. "I'm your good girl."

"Beg."

She cracked.

"Please, Daddy," she whispered. "Please make me come. I'll be so good-I'll do whatever you want-just please fuck me."

That snapped something in me.

I untied her wrists, flipped her over, and dragged her ass up with a firm hand.

"Hands on the headboard. Don't move."

"Yes, sir."

I lined up behind her and slid in.

Fuck, I am actually having sex and she feels so good taking my cock inch by inch, her pussy swallowing me completely.

"Oh my god-"

"You feel that?" I growled against her shoulder, slamming in harder now. "That's mine."

I slammed faster into her, gripping her hips then reached up to wrap a hand around her throat.

She matched my pace with the same intensity, fucking me back as her pussy tightened around my cock.

"Louder," I said. "I want everyone to know who's fucking you."

"Zeke"

I pulled out, rolled her over, and sat back on the bed.

"Ride me."

She blinked, dazed and wrecked. "What?"

"You said you'd do anything." I gripped her hips and dragged her over me. "Show me."

She slid down onto me with a broken moan, thighs trembling, body already fried.

But damn-she still rode me like a queen.

I let her take over, just for a minute.

Catching one of her tits in my mouth as she bounced on my cock and her mouth parted like she couldn't believe how deep I reached.

I wrapped a hand back around her throat and whispered:

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," she gasped. "Only yours."

"And what are you?"

She moaned louder. "Your good girl."

"No," I growled, grabbing her ass and slamming her down harder.

"You're mine."

Her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed into my chest, shaking, crying out my name like a prayer.

And I held her there, my arms wrapped tightly around her and my cock still rock hard inside her.

"Holy shit," I whispered into her hair.

She chuckled weakly. "First time huh?"

Fuck, I am in love and addicted.