You ran into him in the elevator. Or rather, he ran into you.
Your closed umbrella was dripping on the floor of the hall as you shivered from the change of temperature. Your fingers were still numb from the cold of this London rainy day when you pushed the button, calling the lift down to you. You welcomed the warmth of the heated building as you waited for the door to open, shaking your umbrella dry before you could step into the lift. But when it finally opened you were faced with your neighbour Steven, who looked as he usually did every time you saw him; exhausted, lost and confused.
His wild eyes stared at you like you had three eyes and two noses, scared, as if you were a monster ready to swallow him whole. You tilted your head to the side as you raised an eyebrow, moving your eyes from his face down to his feet then back up to his pleading eyes. Pleading for what exactly, you didn’t know. Steven was a mystery that had always intrigued you, in ways you had, not ignored, but tried to contain, as you knew Steven would not be able to handle them.
To him, you were a neighbour he could rely on, although he tried not to bother you too much. In fact, every time you had helped him so far had been after you had found him wandering around like a lost puppy having trouble finding his way back home. You had always been kind enough to walk him back to his flat, always been willing to help him gather the groceries he had clumsily dropped to the ground of your shared floor. You intimidated him, and you knew it. You were intimidating. You tried not to glare at him, as you usually did with people. You stared them down until they submitted to you. You liked it. You loved it. And although you would love nothing more than to have Steven Grant submit to you, you knew he couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle you. And besides, it would be too easy, to have him do whatever you wanted. You could see it on his face, his trembling lips, his panicked eyes, his worried features. It frustrated you. It was like he was begging for you to take control from him, to save him from whatever it was that was making his life so complicated. You shook the thought away. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. And neither would you. You didn’t know if you could help him, in a way that would actually help him.
“Steven,” you said firmly, as a way of greeting him.
“H-hello,” he stuttered, waving awkwardly at you.
You frowned as your core screamed. Damn it. You wanted him. Him, your clumsy neighbour with a sleeping disorder who always looked like he was about to pass out, either from exhaustion or terror. You wanted to pin him to your mattress, or his, it didn’t matter, and fuck him until he dropped and maybe you’d allow him a good night of sleep. Although he looked like he could use more than just one night of good sleep. Everything about him was messy. You loved it. From the curls of his uncombed black hair to the shirt he had put on backwards. You really didn’t mean to stare at him, but you noticed he was shrinking under your dark gaze, and you smirked.
“When’s the last time you slept, Steven?”
Your question echoed in the elevator as you stepped inside. He stepped back. You quickly turned around to push the button of your floor and the door closed behind you as you turned your attention back to him. You intertwined your fingers together as you rested your hands on your middle. He shook his head and started mumbling.
“I asked you a question, Steven,” you said with a strict stone as you took a step forward.
He stepped back.
“I… I… I don’t know. A few days, I think…”
“What did we talk about last time, Steven?” you asked him, taking another step towards him.
He stepped back.
“That I should sleep at night.”
“And what do you do at night, Steven, if you’re not sleeping?”
You took a final step, as he did, when his back met with the mirror behind him. He was taller than you, just a little bit, but he still felt small under your hard gaze.
“I… I don’t know… I read…”
“You read? Maybe I should remove all those books from your flat then,” you told him as you pressed your chest against his, slowly bringing your free hand to his face, gently brushing away the curl from his forehead. “You’ve been bad, Steven. Maybe I should punish you.”
His eyes grew big as the words came out of your mouth. He chuckled in disbelief, thinking you were having a laugh, but you weren’t laughing. You weren’t even smiling.
“You think I’m being funny?” you asked in a cold whisper as you tiptoed, bringing your lips to his ear. For some reason, he lowered himself to make it easier for you. “Come with me.”
You ordered him as the elevator door opened and you didn’t waste a second and exited the lift. He didn’t follow you. You stopped in the middle of the corridor, in front of your door, and turned to your side to see Steven was still glued to the mirror where you had left him.
“Steven,” you called, you commanded.
He responded right away. He almost jumped from where he was standing, and he was next to you in a matter of seconds. You nodded at him, to tell him he had done well. You dug your hand into the pocket of your raincoat and took out your keys, which you handed to him.
“Open the door.”
The confusion grew into his head about what was happening, and what was going to happen, but he was certain of one thing, he had to open the door.
“Don’t drop the keys, I know how clumsy you are,” you teased. He nodded. You watched as his trembling hands brought the key to the door and unlocked it. He immediately looked up at you. You smiled. “Good boy.”
The words seemed to have some effect on him, and you weren’t just thinking that because of how red his face got, but you also saw him swallow away his embarrassment and nervousness in a gulp.
“Get in.”
He hesitated, but only for half a second. You followed him inside. You left your umbrella on the hook up your wall, your eyes focused on Steven’s back. He was looking around your neat flat, very different from his own. More colorful, less messy, there was no sand around you bed, at least. You locked your front door and the sound made him turn around.
“What are you doing up so late, Steven?” you asked, as you noticed he wasn’t wearing a coat, or shoes, for that matter. “You weren’t going out.”
“I… I… I had a nightmare, I… I needed to leave my flat…”
“You had a nightmare, uh?” you repeated as you leaned back against the door.
You moved your hands behind you back and crossed your legs, the edge of your raincoat opened slightly, giving Steven a view of your bare thighs. He didn’t seem to notice.
“So you were in bed.”
“I…” he nodded. “Yeah.”
“Trying to sleep.”
He shrugged. “Just… lying in bed.”
You hummed, taking in the information.
“Steven.”
“Yeah?”
“Help me out here.”
He gave you a confused look and you pointed a finger at the belt of your coat. His confusion only worsened as he understood.
“Please,” you grinned at him as you tilted your head to the side.
“O-okay.”
He walked slowly towards you, looking at you like you were a skittish kitten who would run away if he moved too fast. It amused you. His fingers were hesitant as they approached, then untied your belt. You focused on his face as he did as you asked.
“Take it off me,” you said as you pushed yourself off the door.
He gave you another look but you only raised your eyebrows at him. It was funny, watching him try to remove your coat without touching you.
“You can touch me, baby, that’s the point of the game.”
He flinched at the nickname, and turned redder than humanly possible. He was so easy.
“Wh-what game?”
“Hang it there,” you instructed him as he held your wet coat in his hands.
You watched as he did as you asked, placing the coat next to the wet umbrella.
“Now unzip me.”
He spun towards you, your words startling him. You turned to show him your left side, where the zip of your skirt could be found. He shook his head no.
“Steven. Unzip me.”
“I… I don’t think… are you sure…”
“I ask the questions here, Steven. I say. You do. Understand?”
He gaped at you, speechless, his mind probably empty as well.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
He gulped then nodded before he stepped towards you. His hands found your waist quickly, but it took him a few tries to bring the zipper open. Your skirt fell to the floor immediately.
“Pick it up.”
Your heels clicked on the floor as you stepped out of the expensive piece of clothing that was now lying on your floor. He brought his lips in a thin line, and you understood he wasn’t that comfortable with the more humiliating part of the game.
“I promise you, baby. You’re going to love this game, if you play it right.”
“I don’t think…”
“Don’t think,” you cut him off. “Just do. Isn’t that easier?”
He thought for a second, then took a deep breath, before he bent over and picked up your skirt. You held out your hand and he gave it to you. You smiled at him, he didn’t smile back. He seemed a bit unsure, like he was asking himself if he should leave or stay. You walked away, towards your bedroom. You turned around as you did so, just to see if he was watching you. Watching you in your underwear. He wasn’t. That seemed to both amuse and annoy you at the same time. You opened the door to your bedroom and switched the light on, and you disappeared inside the room for a few seconds, before you called him to join you. It took him a moment to reach you.
You were standing near your bed, only wearing your underwear, your blouse disregarded on the chair near your dresser with your skirt. He looked away immediately. You tapped your heel against the floor in displeasure.
“Sit.”
You saw him frown. He looked around, a bit distressed.
“On the bed.”
He did as you asked, but still, he wouldn’t look at you.
You made your way around your bed to where he was sitting and finally, as you came to a stop before him, he looked up at you, at your face. But he looked away quickly.
“Show me your hands.”
He frowned again. He seemed uncomfortable. You couldn’t have that. You cupped his chin with a hand and forced him to look at you.
“You once said to me you were afraid to sleep, because you weren’t sure you’d wake up in your bed,” you told him, and he nodded. “You said you felt like you wandered around at night, but woke up with no memory of it,” you continued, and he nodded again. “We’re going to play this game, you will do this for me, and you’re going to enjoy it, I promise. And when we’re done, I’ll do something for you. And in the end, we’ll both get what we need.”
“Wh-what do you need?”
You smirked. “I’m going to take what I need. And I’m going to give you what you need. A good night of sleep.”
“What do you need?”
You ignored the question again and slid your fingers down his strong arms (how were these arms so strong, you wondered) and took his hands in yours. They were big hands with long, long, fingers. You had noticed those fingers the first time you met him. You had thought about these fingers of his a lot.
“Take off your clothes,” you instructed him as you stepped away.
For once, he did as you asked without question. You even picked up his pants yourself. You took his shirt and threw it all to the side, away from where they could become a hindrance.
“I said, take off your clothes,” you repeated as you noticed he hadn’t removed his boxers.
Your mouth almost salivated at the bulge concealed in his underwear. You knew you wouldn’t be disappointed when he would show himself to you.
“I haven’t… it’s been a while…”
“That’s okay,” you reassured him gently. You weren’t surprised. You even liked it. “Want me to do it for you?” you asked, but didn’t wait for his answer as your hands quickly found the edge of his boxers and you pushed them down slowly as you kneeled before him. “Feet,” you ordered as you’d reach the floor. He complied slowly. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t his eyes you were focused on at that moment. “Look at you, big boy.”
You bit your lips. You looked up at him, just to see how he was doing up there. He was nervous, you could tell, like he would run away at any moment now.
“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” you told him as you wrapped your skilled fingers around his length. You heard him gasp. “How long has it been, baby?” you asked before you placed a kiss on his pelvis as you moved your hand around him, your thumb working on the tip. He groaned.
“I don’t… I can’t…”
“This long, eh?”
You ran your lips alongside his large length before putting him into your mouth. He gasped as you moaned as you took him expertly, hungrily, entirely.
“Shit!”
He almost made you laugh. You moved your hand and tongue and lips around him once, twice, thrice… until you felt his legs quiver. He whined, although uncontrollably, as you released him, to instruct him to sit back on the bed. You crawled up to him, placing kisses on his abdomen as you pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him to lie on his back. He was fully erect before you, your hand seized him again and you pumped once, twice, before you put him back into your mouth. You loved the sweet noises you got from him. God, he was so easy.
“F-Fuck,” he breathed, and you doubted he often said that word. “I’m gon- gonna…”
And just as he was going to, you stopped.
You released him completely, moved away from him and stood up as he sat up and gave you a look of desperation you absolutely relished in.
“Wha…”
“I forgot to ask you.”
“A-ask me?”
“Where you want to come,” you answered as you started to take off your bra. “You want to come on my breast?” you asked as you started to remove your panties, “you want to come inside me, inside my cunt?” you continued as you disregarded your heels to the corner of your room. “Or do you want me to suck your cock until you come in mouth?”
He looked at you in complete awe, like you were an angel with a magnificent pair of wings glowing right in front of him and he had no idea what to say to such a beautiful creature such as you.
“I asked you a question.”
“Well I... I… whatever you want.”
You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t expecting that. Although, surely, you should have.
“What I want… is for you to choose. Do you want to fill me up?” you asked as you moved to straddle him and you rolled your hips against his, making him whimper. “Do you want to stain my skin? My face, maybe?”
“I… I don’t want to disrespect you… I…”
You laughed, a bit abruptly, and you regretted it as soon as you saw the shame on his face.
“I’m not mocking you, you sweet thing,” you reassured him as you brushed his curl away from his forehead. He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his that made you weak. He was so cute, so pure, so… sweet. You wanted to eat him up. “Choose. If you want to come, you have to choose where. But thing long and well, sweet thing,” you whispered, “you have to play the game differently, depending on the ending you want.”
He looked at you with his questions filled eyes and wondered about you, about why you were doing all this, why you seemed to like it so much. He decided you were two very different people with very different life experiences, and that he’d be a fool to refuse such a pretty lady like you, who was eager to touch him as you did. Certainly, this wasn’t the sort of relationship he was hoping for, with anyone, but sex could be fun too, right? Just sex? Neighbours with benefits?
“I think I…”
“Yes?”
“I think I… I want to come on your face.”
You smiled. “Dirty boy. Want to stain my face with your come, eh? See me on my knees, and beg for it?”
“Yes. Please.”
“All right, then, baby boy. But before that, you have to do something for me,” you said as you moved to lie on your bed, resting your heads on your pillows, spreading your naked self on the mattress.
“What?”
“Make me come. Make me come with your tongue.”
You looked at him expectantly, with a smile you wanted welcoming, encouraging. You were dripping wet and you didn’t want to scare him away.
“I don’t… know…”
“Just do as I say,” you told him as you held a hand out to him.
He gave you a weird look but put his hand in yours and you leaned forward to put his index and middle fingers into your mouth. He watched, perplexed, as you licked his fingers, your eyes never leaving his for one second.
“Put these to good use, eh?” you smirked.
He nodded, although not out of understanding. You tilted your head to the side as he still hadn’t moved and you eyed for him to move to the end of the bed as you spread your legs.
“You’re sweet, Steven,” you said as he moved into place. “I know you’ll be attentive, and do exactly as I say, won’t you?”
“Ye-yes.”
“Good boy,” you sighed as you closed your eyes and relaxed into your pillows. “Tongue.”
It took him a moment to obey, but his wet hot tongue eventually met with your dripping cunt as he licked you entirely, making you chuckle.
“Greedy boy, just like that.”
He did as you asked. Everything like you asked.
“Suck on my clit baby, that’s it,” you bit your lower lip as you arched your back and groaned. “Fuck, that’s it, doing so good baby. Why don’t you put your long, magnificent fingers inside me? Now.”
He complied, but struggled, as he tried to slide his index inside you, but too slowly for your taste.
“Just do it baby, I need it, now,” you instructed, but he was too afraid to hurt you to obey you. “Steven, fingers!” you commanded with an impatience that seemed to encourage him to do as you asked. “In and out, baby, just, fuck, as fast as you can.”
God, he was good at it. You had had better, but damn it, you had had way worse. And you wouldn’t mind having it again, until he could fuck your cunt with his mouth and fingers without needing any instruction from you anymore. It was his nature that made him such a good lover. He aimed to please. You knew that about him. You liked that about him. And you had stayed away because he deserved better than you. You were too hungry for him. But a good fuck once in a while never hurt anyone, did it?
You clenched around his fingers as your climax neared and you instructed him to keep going no matter what, until you explicitly told him to stop.
“Keep going, Steven, keep going, more, more, more…”
Somehow he had found that spot inside you that triggered a shattering orgasm that became even more powerful thanks to his tongue devouring you like he was a man lost in the desert drinking from an oasis. He was relentless.
He aimed to please.
He carried you through it as you fisted the sheets of your bed with a hand and his curls with an other as a long, loud moan escaped you. Fuck, he had deserved to make you beg for it now.
“Okay, Steven, you can stop now,” you breathed as you laid panting and sweating, naked on your bed. “You did so well, sweet thing,” you smiled at him.
“Ye-yeah?”
“I think you deserve to come now.”
He wasn’t scared anymore, just eager, you could see it on his face, the expectancy of it all.
“You want me to kneel for you, baby?” you asked and he nodded. “Want me to beg for it?” he nodded again. “Say it.”
“Kneel for me,” he said, but he wasn’t commanding, wasn’t authoritative, the unspoken ‘please’ was loud and clear in his voice.
“Yes, baby,” you grinned as you moved off the bed.
He planted himself before you, excited like a teenage boy getting to be touched for the first time.
“Ask me, baby, tell me what you want.”
“I… I want…”
“Yes?” you encouraged him as you wrapped your fingers around him once again, bringing his cock onto your face. “What is it you want, Steven?” you asked before you ran your tongue alongside his length. “Tell me.”
“Tell me what you want,” he finally said and you smiled.
“I want you to put your cock in my mouth, Steven.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “O-open your mouth.”
You did as he asked, being a good girl for him. He deserved it. He took his cock and placed it into your mouth and you closed your lips around him immediately, sucking and licking expertly with a speed he couldn’t handle. Although he wouldn’t complain. His hands found your hair and you knew he didn’t realize how hard and painful his grip was but you loved it. His sweet whimpers encouraged you not to slow down, eager yourself to have him spill himself onto your pretty face. You grabbed your breasts and pressed them together as you started playing with your nipples, earning another ‘fuck’ from him. But when you felt him throb against your tongue your hand returned to his length and you started pumping as you brought the tip of his cock to your face, right against your cheek, and you rubbed until he came on you with a loud groan. He couldn’t look away as he spilled himself on your face and you opened your mouth and put him on your tongue and he came all over, his hot sticky come staining the skin of your face and your pink tongue. You hadn’t swallowed yet, you wanted him to see, to see how much of him was in your mouth before you closed it and swallowed it all, and when you stuck your tongue out again, it was all gone, and your eyes hadn’t left his for one second and you stared even deeper as you licked your lips and hoped to swallow more of him. You looked glorious, he thought, as he looked at your face stained with his come.
“So good for me, sweet thing,” you smiled. “Are you feeling better?”
He frowned at your question, but then pondered it for a moment, before he nodded.
“Good,” you said as you stood up. “That was a lot of fun, thank you.”
You abandoned him as you went to your bathroom to clean your face, calling for him to settle on the bed.
“I’m not done with you yet, sweet thing,” you told him as you came back to your bedroom. “So you sleepwalk, eh?” you asked again and he nodded. “I have a fun idea to make sure you’re not going to go anywhere.”
“Wh- what idea?”
You climbed onto your bed as you gestured for him to lie back. “Make yourself comfortable,” you said. You moved to straddle his lap and you pushed your hands against his chest as he tried to sit up. “Lie down, baby. It’s simple, really,” you told him as you took his cock between your fingers and directed it to your entrance. You bit down a moan as you made him penetrate you. He instinctively grabbed your waist with his hands. “We’re going to sleep like this. And if you’re a good boy, and you sleep the night, maybe even wake up late, mmh? I’ll let you fuck me however you want. You taste so good, sweet thing, I think I’m starting to regret not having you come in my mouth,” you mused. “Do we have a deal?”
He nodded, too exhausted to fight back, really, but mostly, the price seemed worth it.
“Did you like my little game?”
“Ye-es.”
You smiled. “Let’s play another. If you’re still inside of me when I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll have won. Wanna play?”
He blinked at you, still wondering if all of it was real or if he had imagined it all, as sleep deprived as he was. Your skilled touch certainly had left an impression on him and he wasn’t going to complain to you about anything that you had allowed him to do tonight. He felt honored you’d pick him to play with. And he realized he really liked the game.
He nodded.
“Yes. I’ll play.”