The Man in 3B

by Alexis Shore

  “Hello?” she spoke into it finally, attempting to feign curiosity as to the caller.

  “Did you miss me?” his chocolate-like voice asked with a deep baritone rumble.

  “Maybe.” She settled back into the couch and lifted her legs up onto the cushions.

  “Mmm. I bet you’ve been wet ever since you got my text.”

  “Not really,” Sheena lied, letting her free hand wander south.

  “Yes you have,” he snorted a derisory laugh.

  “Well,” she swallowed nervously, excitedly, “I haven’t heard from you for so long.”

  A brief beat of silence, then “I’ve been busy sorry. All sorted now though. But you don’t really want to catch up on the gossip.”

  “Don’t I?”

  “No,” he almost purred. “You’re already gently stroking away at your neglected pussy.”

  “Am I?” she simpered.

  “You are.” The firm tone of his voice made her button tingle. “I bet you’re wearing a loose chemise, and you’ve cupped your hand between your legs, seeking out that aching clit with your middle finger.”

  “No.”

  “I can hear the tremor in your voice. Are you on the sofa or in bed?”

  “Sofa.” Sheena stifled a contented sigh.

  “Good girl. You’re gagging for a really great fuck.”

  “Yessss.”

  “When did you last come?”

  “Last night.”

  “Alone?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Did you think of me?”

  “No.”

  “Shame.” Another brief moment of sexy silence. “I think you’re already really close to coming.”

  “I’m not.”

  A soft, admonishing tut. “Don’t tell fibs you dirty little prick tease.”

  “Yes sir,” she cooed demurely, unable to stop now from fingering her clit directly. “But you do need me to tease that big hard prick of yours.”

  “Push your finger inside.”

  Sheena did as she was told, and let him know how good it felt with a long drawn out murmur of delight.

  “I’m so fucking wet.”

  “You’ve been that wet all afternoon.”

  “I have. Has your wanton fuck whore made it hard?”

  No answer, just a few heavy breaths as she imagined his fingers curling around a swollen cock and slowly pumping it. “You need so much more than your fingers tonight.”

  “I do,” she admitted with a sigh.

  “Go to your room then.”

  Sheena stood up, licking her finger as she walked to the bedroom. It was a little awkward to slip the robe free with one hand on the phone, but she managed it, then opened the drawer of the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the mattress.

  “Have you had a real cock since we last spoke?”

  “No,” she let him hear the annoyance in her voice. “Have you fucked anyone?”

  “Yes.”

  That turned her on more than she expected. “Perhaps I should go then.”

  “You couldn’t hang up even if you wanted to. You’re gagging for me to fuck your cunt.”

  She loved hearing that word when she was swirling a finger though her lips. But she didn’t speak for a moment, hoping he might think she’d gone.

  “Good girl.”

  “What?” she asked with an aroused giggle.

  “I can hear how horny you are from your breathing.”

  “I could be faking it.”

  “Then perhaps I should go.”

  “No,” she nearly blurted. “Please don’t. I’m gagging for you to fuck my cunt.”

  “Pick one.”

  Sheena looked into the drawer. There were three to choose from. She picked up the Lelo Gigi and weighed it in her hand. Perfect. Without saying a word, she lay back onto the bed and opened her legs wide.

  “The Gigi?” he asked softly.

  “How did you know?” she let it rest on her tummy.

  “Because you’re a wanton whore.”

  “Treat me like it.”

  “Beg me.”

  “I want you to fuck me. Use me like a cheap tart. Make me come and hang up the moment you burst your load. Please Simon, please. I really need you.”

  “Then push it straight in and turn it all the way up.”

  “Yes sir.”

  Sheena’s pussy expanded around the contoured vibrator, stretching her deliciously, as she moaned deeply into the phone. Without hesitation she flicked it on and aimed it at just the right erogenous spot.

  “Oh fuuuuuck,” she exclaimed with a loud moan.

  “I’m pumping my cock hard for you now you little bitch. My balls are bouncing.”

  “Fuck me,” Sheena pleaded with no awareness of her volume.

  “You think of me every time you fuck yourself, don’t you?”

  “Yessssssss.”

  Whatever he said after that was irrelevant. The toy was doing everything right, and he had already made her feel like such a slut. Her muscles tensed up, and she nearly broke the phone in her taut fist as she pushed down harder onto the buzzing dildo.

  A fabulous feeling pulsed through her entire body, as her loud swearing echoed around the room. There was nothing else in the world at that moment other than the gorgeous pleasure of a wild bucking orgasm.

  The toy fell between her legs and she gasped for air.

  “Slut.”

  He hung up.

  She loved it when he did that, leaving her flailing in her own sex like a cheap whore.

  Sleep engulfed her soon after, and she awoke twenty minutes after her alarm should have gone off.

  With a volley of swearing that put her orgasm to shame, she rushed about getting ready, eschewing her normal luxurious shower for a quick one and bolted out of the door.

  Down in the main reception area, she tugged open her mailbox finding nothing but junk.

  Except for an ornate looking envelope. Thinking it was some sort of advert, she tore it open with no real interest.

  An elegant card invited her to 3B that evening.

  Three

  It was snowing.

  Mike couldn’t remember the last time it snowed.

  Whatever.

  Snow is snow is snow. He shifted his gaze to stare at his reflection in the window. Bending one arm, he admired the gentle tone of his bicep, then tightened his abs to look at his emerging six pack.

  His body hadn’t been this tight for a while.

  His eyes flicked lower, looking right at his cock, erect and proud, the balls swollen beneath. Rolling them in his hand, he weighed them up, then gripped the shaft and gave it a slow pump.

  Time to get rid of this aching erection.

  But would he have to do it himself, or … ?

  He turned round to see Neve lying naked above the covers, her flame red hair cascading down her back, a stark contrast to that pastel white alabaster skin. Her pert little ass looked so desirable whenever she lay on her front.

  It had been a long time.

  Too long.

  What was the point of her coming over if they never fucked?

  He was funny, he knew that much, especially after a few lagers, but why then pretend his jokes annoyed her? It was a game he didn’t understand how to play.

  Mike’s fist continued to work away at his prick.

  Bollocks to this, he wasn’t going to do it into the sink again.

  He sat down heavily on the mattress, deliberately so, in an effort to wake her up. She shifted her body in slight annoyance.

  Good start.

  And that ass looked so biteable tonight.

  Lying down beside her, he let his hand rest on the small of her back, his middle finger gently massaging her there.

  “Stop it,” she moaned.

  She loved playing hard to get. He slipped his hand lower, cupping one of those supple little buttocks and giving it a warm squeeze.

  “Stop. It.”

  He stiffened his cock, feeling h
ow hard he was without touching it, making sure the tip tickled at her hip. Then he let his little finger tease its way between her cheeks and slowly head for her asshole.

  “Look, just piss off,” she shifted her hips throwing his hand free.

  “Fine,” he exclaimed, before spanking that ass with a single vicious slap.

  He recoiled slightly, expecting some revenge, but she didn’t move. The red mark of his hand looked as though it had been tattooed onto her pale white skin. Rolling on his back, he decided to get himself off right next to her.

  But just as he reached down to take it in his fist again, he felt her hand slide over and grip it by the base. Still on her front, her back to him, she began to slowly massage her way up and down his shaft.

  It was too slow.

  He began to thrust his hips, almost fucking her grip.

  “Do that again,” she whispered softly.

  So he thrust his hips faster.

  “No,” she sat up in one of her huffs. Neve’s red hair flowed around her face. Her stupid, angry face. “Forget it.”

  With that she hitched her leg over his waist and pressed her weight down, trapping his cock against his abdomen. He felt her lips spreading around his shaft as she slowly gyrated along its length.

  Did she normally feel this wet?

  Who knew?

  Mike reached up and squeezed her tits.

  “Ow,” she yelped, pulling him away by the wrists.

  She loved it.

  Her own hands pushed down on his chest now, as she angled herself, stroking her clit back and forth along the underside of his trapped prick. Mike liked the sound of tiny puckering as her wet lips caressed his hard flesh.

  His hands snaked around her waist and cupped her ass. As he looked up at her, she dropped her gaze down to between her legs. She was always too shy to look him the eye during sex.

  Never used to be.

  With one hand, she reached under herself and took his cock, guiding it into her tight, hot pussy. The heat seared through his shaft and she moaned as she pushed her weight down, taking it all the way.

  The wet contours of her cunt squeezed around him tighter and she began to fuck him slowly.

  Too slowly.

  He gripped his fingers harder into her ass, and began to push his hips up, using the spring of the mattress to help him pump into her.

  “No,” she moaned.

  Adjusting his grip, he held her hips and lifted her slightly in his strong arms, then really began to fuck her faster.

  “Slow down,” she whispered, clearly loving it.

  His grunts began to mingle with the squeaking of the bed as it bumped gently against the wall. The bone of her pubis rubbed against the front of his cock, and with a sigh she reached down to finger her clit.

  That was gorgeous.

  He fucked her harder. His cock began to swell bigger, and he could feel it coming.

  “Don’t you dare,” she cooed, reaching forward to squeeze his neck.

  She wanted it. He let go, twitching his creamy spunk into her grateful pussy.

  “For fuck’s sake,” she sighed, as he let her go and her weight pushed him back into the mattress, his cock still pulsing inside her.

  He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and Neve rolled off and onto her back beside him.

  Good fuck.

  He turned onto his shoulder and closed his eyes.

  “At least finish me off,” she whined in that irksome voice.

  “I’m tired.”

  A moment of delicious silence, then she clambered off the bed in a huff.

  He hated these mood swings after her orgasm. Bloody female hormones.

  The door slammed.

  Four

  Shit day.

  Snow everywhere. Cold and wet.

  At least Mike got laid last night. It’s not often he could smile about that in the shower, feeling his dick heavy with the aftermath of sex. For once he wouldn’t have to jack off before he washed his hair.

  As he brushed his teeth, he heard Neve calling that she wouldn’t be coming over that evening. He shrugged, and grunted a non-committal response. To be honest, he didn’t care.

  Perhaps it was time to find a new girlfriend.

  Some fresh sex might cheer him up even more.

  It wasn’t fun staying out of Neve’s way this morning, and he didn’t have the energy to interpret her moods anymore. Why on Earth was she still slamming doors?

  He poked his head out of the bathroom tentatively, making sure she had really gone.

  Good.

  Just time for a morning cup of coffee and a piece of toast. As he crunched it loudly in his mouth, he looked at the giant pot of sports nutrients that sat neglected atop a kitchen cupboard. A pang of guilt made him shrug again and dismiss it. He’d stay at the gym longer tomorrow.

  And anyway, Neve still wanted to shag him, so he must be looking pretty good if a hot bit of ass like her wanted it.

  Shame she was getting to be hard work.

  Yep, definitely time to find someone else.

  The moment he stepped out in to the vestibule he heard the next door opening and darted back into his own hallway. Through the peephole he watched Sheena heading out to work.

  Dowdy frump.

  She’d let herself go since he dumped her.

  Maybe he’d cheer her up with a sympathy fuck before looking for someone more long term. Maybe.

  But for now, best avoid her. Nothing like an ex to pour water on a post-shag good mood.

  She’d gone.

  Stepping out again, Mike took a moment to be nosey at all the boxes being carried in to 3B. Maybe some fit young bird was moving in. Interesting.