you.”
“Thanks.”
You’re attractive. It looks good on
you. LOSER! Was she being punished for
being sexually needy? She was finally
getting a chance to live out a fantasy, and
her first impression couldn’t be any less
arousing.
A loud banging overhead made her
jump, and the unexpected dip of the
elevator car thrust reality back in her face.
“Oh God, we’re going to fall!” She
pinned herself to the wall, her breathing
coming again in quick pants.
He came closer and ran his strong
hands up and down her arms in comfort.
“We’ll be out of here soon.”
She saw the change in his eyes, a
flicker of naughty intentions. He inched
even closer. The soft swell of his lower
lip grazed along her forehead. He
whispered, “Hopefully not too soon.”
Her blood simmered at the feel of
his warm breath tickling her sensitive
skin.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m distracting you.”
Her head fell back against the wall
as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh.”
She should take advantage of this.
She should take the moment by the balls
and kiss him senseless.
“What if I told you I thought of you
as hot office girl?”
“You do not.” She looked up
expecting an easy smile. Instead the air
grew heavy, ripe with sexual need. It
sizzled and crackled between them.
His mouth came down on hers
before she could even muster the courage
to make a move. He pulled her against his
body, grinding his already hard, pulsing
cock against her stomach. A slow burn
sparked between her thighs.
When his tongue glided along the
seam of her mouth, she parted for him,
moaning as he delved into her warmth.
The bitter taste of his coffee mingled with
the sweet flavor of her latte. He was
gentle and tender, his fingers tracing
circles on the small of her back.
The dim lights above cast a soft
glow over the car. The atmosphere took
on a dream quality, some sort of surreal
sexual adventure. She settled into his
body, savoring the taste of him, the feel of
him, and the stiffness of his cock. Her
mouth watered at the thought of that
hardness gliding along her lips.
He broke away from their kiss. He
wanted this. She could see it in his hungry
stare.
“Are you distracted now?”
Dizziness clouded her brain. Her
heart ruthlessly pounded underneath her
breast bone, but this time her attack wasn’t
driven by fear. It was lust. Overwhelming,
all consuming, spread-her-legs-wide lust,
and it was all for him.
She didn’t care about the elevator
or being stuck. She wanted his hands on
her breasts, his lips on her skin, and his
dick buried deep inside her. Grabbing the
back of his neck, she pulled him down and
locked her lips with his. This time he was
rough, urgent. His hands cupped her
bottom, lifting her sex toward him.
It wasn’t until she felt the coldness
of the steel wall against her behind that
she realized he’d lifted up the hem of her
skirt. The black wool pooled around her
waist, showing off her lace thong and
matching
garter
tied
to
thigh-high
stockings.
His eyes widened.
“Fuck!” He nipped her neck. “I love
garters.”
She gasped as he blew a steady
stream of air across his love bites, a cool
contrast to the heated trail his mouth left.
“You’ve just been upgraded to sexy
office girl.”
“I like that.”
Their mouths met again as his hands
made their way between her legs. He
rubbed his palm against her clit while his
fingers settled against the damp fabric that
barely covered her slick opening. She
wiggled into his touch.
“Mmm…I like that too.”
His fingers glided along her folds,
circling and teasing until she was about to
buckle from the anticipation. Finally, his
finger slid past the lace, and he mumbled
under his breath at the feel of her wetness.
He plunged one finger then another inside
her burning flesh.
As he devoured her mouth, he
captured her moans. He pumped in and
out, his thumb stroking her nub. He kissed
her