Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collections

"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.