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You closed the door to your apartment and walked down the hallway to where the elevator is. You pressed the button and waited, answering texts from your friends in the meantime.
“Where are you going?” You heard a deep voice ask from behind you.
You turned around and found your neighbor Marc standing in front of you. You must’ve been so distracted by your phone that you didn’t hear him come out of his apartment. He was wearing jeans, a white tee, and a black jacket that you’d never seen before. He never made an effort to dress, but that didn’t affect how good-looking he was. He usually had his hair slicked back, but his hair was now disheveled and some wavy hair strands fell on his forehead.
“Good evening, Marc.” You said with a small smile as you shoved your phone in your purse, fighting the blush that was creeping towards your cheeks. Over the few months you lived here, you developed a small crush on him. His apartment was the only apartment other than yours on this floor, and he proved to be a nice neighbor. On the day you moved in, he had helped you and the movers with the boxes and some of the furniture. You funnily even thought that he was one of the movers until he introduced himself at the end. He didn’t smile back then nor had he afterward, which weirded you out a little at first, but you soon came to realize that it was just how he was and accepted it.
You didn’t speak to Marc much, other than the greetings you exchanged when you met in the hallways or the elevator, or the times he helped you with carrying your grocery bags or advised you to carry an umbrella because it was predicted to rain. There was also this one time when you needed some tools for the bookshelf you were assembling and went to knock on his door, asking him if he had a toolbox that he could lend you. Upon hearing that you were assembling a bookshelf, Marc insisted to help, which you would’ve refused had you known that his version of helping meant him doing all the work and not letting you touch anything. You didn’t mind it that much though, because that afternoon while he worked, the perfect opportunity to sit and stare at him without him noticing presented itself to you, and you made sure to enjoy every bit of it. When he was done, you thanked him and offered him a glass of orange juice, then found yourself staring at his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he downed the juice. He had noticed it back then but chose not to comment on it.
“Good evening,” Marc replied, “where are you going?”
“Convenience store.”
“At this hour?” It was past midnight.
“Yes, I need something and this is the only time I can get it.” You answered truthfully. Your period was due sometime in the next three days and you needed to be prepared.
Marc nodded at your explanation then let his eyes roam over your body. “And you’re going like that?”
You glanced down at yourself, a short black dress that hugged your curves and stopped halfway above your mid-thigh, and four-inch black heels that made you come closer to his height. “I was out with my girls.” You didn’t owe him an explanation, but you said it anyways.
The elevator doors opened behind you, and you turned around and walked inside, Marc following you.
“What about you?” You asked when the doors closed and the elevator started moving.
“I’m coming with you. It’s late and I can’t let you go alone, especially not when you’re wearing that.” Marc answered, his eyes on the wall. He was avoiding looking at you, and you wondered if it was because of your outfit.
The elevator reached the ground floor and Marc motioned for you to get out first, then followed behind as you walked to the doors of the building. Once you were out, a chill hit your bare legs and arms, and you instantly cursed yourself for not picking up a jacket during the few minutes you spent at the apartment after you got back from your night out. It was summer, and it wasn’t cold, but the chill still made you hug yourself.
“Here.” You heard him say from behind you and felt him put his jacket on your shoulder. You quietly accepted it, thanking him with a shy smile as you slid your arms into the sleeves of the jacket. The scent of his cologne engulfed you, and you blushed when you caught yourself wondering whether this is what it must smell like in his arms.
You reached the 24-hour convenience store in no time. You went to grab the handle of the door but Marc beat you to it, opening the door and holding it for you like he usually did. You stepped inside and your gaze met with the male cashier, who drew a smirk as he looked at what you were wearing, his eyes lingering too long on your cleavage and your legs. You grimaced in disgust but he kept on staring, only stopping when he glimpsed something behind you that made his eyes widen and look away.
“So, what are we here for?” Marc questioned, his hand protectively resting on your lower back and turning you to face away from the cashier.
“Follow me,” you told him as you walked towards the aisle where you usually found menstrual products, all thoughts of how uncomfortable the cashier made you feel vanishing as you focused on how Marc’s hand felt on you.
You reached the destined aisle and calmly looked through the boxes of tampons, searching for the brand you usually bought.
“It’s over there,” Marc said, motioning to somewhere towards the end of the aisle.
Confused, you broke free from his touch and walked to where he’d motioned, finding the brand you were looking for.
“I apologize, but I couldn’t help but notice the box during the few times I helped you with your groceries.”
You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up as you grabbed the box and made your way back to where you came from, dying of embarrassment. As you walked with Marc following closely behind, you brought out your wallet from your purse and pulled out cash, dreading the forthcoming interaction with the cashier from earlier.
As if he felt your discomfort, Marc took the box of tampons and the cash from your hands, whispering, “I’ll take care of it. Wait for me by the door.”
You gave him a grateful smile as you nodded and went to wait for him where he wanted you to, not looking in the direction of the cashier.
Marc was back in no time, giving you the change and waiting for you to put it in your wallet before handing you the bag with the box of tampons in it. You walked back to your building in silence, only breaking it once you were standing in front of your apartment.
“Thanks for tonight, Marc.”
“It’s nothing, really.” He was waiting for you to go inside your apartment so he can go in his own.
“But still, I kept you from sleep. You could’ve slept half an hour ago.” You said as you fished your keys out of your purse and turned to unlock your door.
“That’s not an issue. I wouldn’t have slept anyways.”
“What do you mean?” You pushed the door open and spun around to face him while you kept your hand on the handle.
“I have difficulty sleeping these days.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Then, an idea passed through your mind. “Would you want to come in? I have some tea that I think could help.”
A smirk appeared on Marc’s face, the closest thing to a smile you’ll ever see from him. “Inviting a man inside your house at this time of the night? Not so smart, princess.”
Blood rushed to your cheeks at the pet name. “I wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t trust you.”
He nodded, the smirk disappearing from his lips as he took a few steps toward you, closing the distance between you. He didn’t stand too close for your comfort though; he never did.
You pushed the door back and stepped aside, letting him walk in. You closed the door and turned the lights on, following him to the living room. You put down your purse and took off the jacket, then handed it to him.
“You can sit on the couch,” you told him with a smile. “Making tea won’t take long.”
Marc ignored what you told him and followed you to the kitchen. You went to grab the kettle to go and fill it with water, but a warm hand on your upper arm stopped you.
“Don’t.” He spoke low as he stood behind you. “I’m not here for tea.” His hand started moving on your arm, caressing its way up and down and sending tingles all over your skin. “Tell me, did you really invite me in for tea?”
You slowly shook your head, unable to form words as you tried to process what was going on.
“That’s what I thought too,” he said as he lowered his head and buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “You smell heavenly.”
Marc’s hand left your arm and went to rest on your waist on the other side, his arm wrapped around your front.
“You have no idea what this dress of yours is doing to me.” He drew you closer, and your back pressed against his chest, your eyes widening at the bulge that dug in your ass. He went up your neck leaving kisses then turned you around with his arm that was around you, finally bringing you to face him.
“Say something, princess.”
“I want you.” You whispered, lifting your arms to loop them around his neck. You kissed his jaw. “I’ve always wanted you.”
“So all I had to do was be brave enough to ask you out on a date, huh?”
“Yeah.” You agreed with a chuckle, earning a small smile from him. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile, and it pushed you to stand on the tip of your toes to give him a quick peck on the lips.
Marc’s smile only widened, and he leaned down, his hand coming to hold your chin as he kissed you. You kissed him back, the kiss starting slow and gentle before turning hot and demanding. His hands made their way to your ass, groping the cheeks before he gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you as you kept making out.
In a few seconds, you reached the bedroom and he sat on your bed, putting you down on his lap. You let your high heels fall to the ground and pushed him back on the bed. You stared at him from your position, thinking to yourself that you’d love to ride him.
His hands slipped under the hem of your dress and began to push up the fabric. “Lift your hips for me.”
You did as Marc instructed, and he pushed up your dress, lifting his upper body so he could take it off of you. You were left in nothing but your panties.
“Fuck.” He whispered as he stared at your breasts, your nipples hard and ready for his attention.
In a swift movement, he flipped you both around, immediately lowering his head to your chest, his mouth closing around one of your nipples. He sucked and you moaned, feeling heat pool between your legs and your clit throbbing with every minute it goes unattended.
You felt his fingers push aside your panties and slip inside of you, a groan leaving Marc’s throat at how wet you were for him. You moaned as he pushed in and out of you, arching your back when he started scissoring his fingers inside of you while he switched his attention towards your other breast.
“Marc.” You moaned when you felt yourself close.
The next second he was off you, and you whined at the lack of contact when you were just going to come. Impatient, you brought your own hand between your legs, which he immediately caught.
Marc pinned both of your hands above your head and leaned down to kiss you. “I’ll take care of it, baby,” he breathlessly said between kisses, your heart skipping a beat at what he called you. “I promise.”
You nodded and lifted your chin up to steal another kiss from him as he stood up. He hooked his fingers on the top of your underwear, and you lifted your hips as he pulled it down, baring your pussy.
You could see the hunger in his eyes as they settled on you, and he bunched your panties in his hands, bringing them to his face and smelling them. You groaned, wanting to touch yourself at the sight but stopping yourself because he’d promised he’d take care of you and you knew he wouldn’t disappoint.
Marc went down on his knees and spread your legs, his tongue licking from your clit to your opening. The movement had you arching your back and letting out a loud moan.
He sucked on your clit until you were close, then pushed his tongue inside of you, fucking you with his tongue as you came with ragged breaths. He slowed down and pulled back when you relaxed, gently collecting your juice with his tongue, careful to not overstimulate you.
You stood up when you recovered from your climax and brought him to his feet along with you. Without your heels, you were back to being shorter than him, the usual six-inch height difference making you crane your neck to look at him. You were fully naked while he was still fully clothed, and you were about to change that.
As if he read your mind, Marc pulled his t-shirt over his head, and you stepped closer, allowing yourself to roam your hands over the planes of his chest.
“Like what you see, Princess?”
You glanced up to see that he was smirking down at you, and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched your lips as you nodded.
His hand found the back of your neck as he leaned down and gave you another knee-weakening kiss. You started to unbuckle his belt, and he broke from the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. “I don’t think we’re gonna do that today, baby. I don’t have a condom on me.”
You whined and pouted, your hand stopping on his belt as the gears in your mind worked. “Are you clean?”
He nodded.
“I’m clean too.” You unbuttoned his pants. “And I’m on birth control. I’m up for it if you are.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
Marc kicked off his shoes and took off the rest of his clothes, standing in front of you in all his naked glory. You reached for his penis and started rubbing him, suggestively glancing up at him. “So,” your voice dripped with honey, “how are we gonna do this?”
“Is that your way of asking if I would let you ride me?”
You furiously blushed, your eyes widening.
“It was a wild guess.” His smirk was going to be the death of you. “But apparently I was right.”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“I’d let you do that another time.” You smiled as you remembered that this wasn’t a one-time thing.
He removed your hand from his cock and picked you up, kissing you as you wrapped your legs around him. “I’ve always wanted to take you from the back, to tie you up and edge you until you begged me to let you come,” your mouth watered at the thought, “to fuck you on every surface of both your apartment and mine, to bury myself deep within you again and again until I memorized by heart all the noises you can make.”
Marc kissed you. “Would you let me do all of those things to you, baby?”
“Yes.” You eagerly nodded as he lowered you down on the bed.
“Not tonight though. I wanna feel all of you.”
You lay down and he came on top of you, propping himself up as he leaned down and kissed you, his cock rubbing against your core. You could feel yourself getting wet again. “Marc,” you moaned, unable to wait any longer.
He pushed inside of you, his groans joining your whimpers as he filled you. “Baby, you’re so tight.”
You threw your head back and panted as your walls relaxed around him.
Marc started moving inside of you, slowly at first then picking up the pace when you urged him to. “Look at you taking me so well.” He pushed in and out of you, his thrusts and praises bringing you closer to the edge. “Such a good girl for me.”
You lifted your legs and wrapped them around him, digging your nails into his back as you climaxed, your walls tightening around him and making him come less than a minute after you.
Slowly, he pulled himself out of you and then went to lay on his back next to you, wrapping his arm around you. You turned to lay on your side, resting your head on his shoulder and throwing your arm around his torso.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sleepy and tired, but overall good.”
Marc nodded and kissed you, slow and tender like the first one you shared.
“I never thought that you could like me.”
He smiled. “I can’t say the same for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re always blushing when I’m around you, princess.” Your cheeks heated as if they wanted to prove his point, and he smiled wider at the sight. “I just couldn’t figure out whether it was because you were naturally shy or because you liked me.”
“Well, now you know.”
He hummed in agreement. “There’s the tea to thank for that.”
Only when he said that that you remembered why he was here in the first place; he needed tea to help him sleep. “Oh yes, you need it to sleep. I’ll be right back, wait here.”
You tried to stand up but Marc stopped you and pulled you back, this time making you sit on top of him. “I think I’m gonna sleep just fine.”
You blushed when you realized what he meant by that.
“Plus, I already drank something delicious earlier.”
“Marc!” You yelled, your mind drifting back to him burying his head between your legs, licking you dry. He chuckled at how red your cheeks were from his comment.
“So what now?” You wondered as he brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed it.
“You’re already in position,” Marc gave your ass a light slap, “cowgirl.”
“Marc!” You yelled again, earning a grin from him. Teasing you was definitely his new favorite thing.
You were about to scold him but noticed how hard he was and felt the need to have him inside of you again.
You lifted your hips then lowered yourself on him, riding him as he sat back, watching your tits bouncing, praising you and lightly spanking you from time to time to urge you to go faster with a breathless “Go faster, baby. That’s right. Just like that. Good girl.”
You collapsed on the bed when you were both done, laying in his arms and sleeping until the next morning when he woke you up with kisses on your neck.
You let him eat you out on the bed and when you tried to stand up to go make yourself breakfast, he stopped you and insisted that he should be the one doing it.
Unable to say no to him as per usual, you sat on the bed waiting, still in disbelief that you and Marc were a thing now.