by Amelia James
That wasn’t how their game was supposed to be played. He was supposed to be the one in control. But he was too close to losing control to argue with her. In one quick, violent motion he was on top of her, pounding into her. He was amazed at how quickly she came again. But he wasn’t finished with her. James untied her ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders, driving in deep. Rachel gasped and squirmed under him, twisting her hips in ways that brought him to the edge and back again. If she moved like that one more time…. “Fuck, Rachel! Fuck!”
Rachel lost count of her orgasms. Four? Six? Or was it one long continuous ride? “Oh god! Oh James. Red. Red!”
Red? What the– His eyes flew open as he suddenly realized what that meant. “Did I hurt you, baby?” He pulled out and untied her, holding her close.
“No, I’m fine. I just couldn’t possibly have any more orgasms. I asked you to stop but you didn’t hear me, so I said red.”
“I guess the safe word did its job. Snapped me right out of it.” James collapsed next to her.
Rachel giggled and curled up in his arms. “Maybe next time you won’t be so worried about playing rough.” She could see wicked thoughts dancing in his eyes.
“Next time, baby, your ass is mine.”
Daydreams
Getting on the elevator to go home was the best part of my day. Fortunately, the small metal cube was empty, so I leaned back against the wall and let my purse slide to the floor. God, I hate my job. I’m a receptionist at a deadly dull accounting firm. The phone never rings. I wouldn’t mind if I had other duties to occupy my time, but the guys I work for are control freaks—they never give me anything to do. So, I spend my time daydreaming, and when the phones switch over to the answering service at five o’clock, I am ready stop dreaming and start living.
The elevator pinged and slid to a stop at the fifteenth floor. I bit my lip to hide a smile and waited for my favorite fantasy subject to step through the open doors. Alex Masters, junior partner at the Law Offices of Jacobs, Bradley, and Barnes, looked up from his Wall Street Journal and straight at me.
“Hi, Carrie.”
Geez, I hope he didn’t hear me gulp. “Hi Alex.” Say something witty Carrie. “Some weather we’re having, isn’t it?” I’m not usually such a dope, but put me in the presence of that hunk and all my mental faculties break down—except for the pleasure stimulating ones. He was at least six foot three, maybe more, and built like a Greek god. Yeah, yeah, cliché, but damn—he fit the bill!
A wicked stroke of lightning flashed in those gorgeous blue eyes of his as the elevator doors closed. “No kidding.”
“I love thunderstorms. I love watching the storm clouds roll across the mountains, watching the lightning strike, hearing the thunder rumble as it gets closer.” I had to stop for breath. “A stormy day holds so much potential for excitement.” As if confirming my words, the elevator lights flickered, making my heart skip.
Alex just stared at me, and I wondered if I showed a little too much excitement. I felt my face get warm, but it didn’t stop there. The heat flowed down my neck, trickled over my nipples, and pooled between my legs.
His eyes roamed over my body then met mine. “Sure does,” he said with a thoughtful look on his face.
And then he smiled. I lived for that smile. It’s too beautiful for words, but I’ll try. When Alex Masters smiles at me, I feel it all the way to my toes. It’s not just the way his lips curve over his fine face; it’s the way his eyes sparkle like he has some wonderful secret he’d love to tell. I have so often wished he’d share that secret with me. Then, maybe I could share my secret dreams with him….
He was just about to share something when the lights flickered and went out. The elevator shuddered and stopped and so did my heart. We stood silent for a few breathless seconds until the emergency lights came on.
“Is this what you call excitement?” Alex grinned at me, and I thought I caught just a hint of suggestion in his tone. Wishful thinking.
“Um….” I didn’t dare say anything for fear he’d read my mind. Every time he and I were in that elevator alone, I wished for it to stop, trapping us inside while we made mad passionate love. Maybe I should be careful what I wished for.
He put down his briefcase and inspected the ceiling. “In the movies, there’s always a trap door in the roof.” Alex pushed every ceiling tile but none came loose. “I guess you can’t trust Hollywood,” he said with a wink.
The message from my brain to speak finally made it to my tongue. I just hoped something intelligent came out. “Can’t you pry the doors open? That always works in the movies.”
Alex twisted his lips and studied the sealed doors. “Who do you think I look like? Hercules?”
Um…tall, bronzed, sculpted…. “Yeah.” I think that surprised him more than me because he stopped working on the doors and turned around. I put on my best ‘who me?’ mask, but he saw right through it.
He looked at me, into me. I just knew he could see the naughty pictures in my head. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Yes yes yes yes yes! “Sure.”
“You may look like a harmless woman with your serious brown hair and your wool suit, but I know there’s something wicked going on behind those chocolate eyes.”
Well damn. He knew me better than I thought. “Care to find out if you’re right?” Who said that?
Alex smiled and the uninhibited lust in his eyes excited me more than the most passionate thunderstorm. “The power could come back on any minute.”
“Yeah.” I didn’t think he really wanted me anyway. “We’d better behave.”
“Or,” he paused, letting the alternative hang between us, “we’d better not waste any time.”
His voice was so low and husky I wasn’t sure I heard him. “Don’t tease me, Alex.”
He took two steps and slid his hand behind my neck, making slow circles with his fingers in the valley under my hair. “Only if you want me to.”
Did I have to draw a picture for the man? But I caught a twinkle in his eyes and realized he was playing with me already. “Tease me, Alex.”
He lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine, just barely making contact. Oh my god, his lips were so warm and soft the slightest touch melted me from the inside out. He drew back, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he wanted more—just like I did.
I grabbed his tie and pulled him close, fitting my thighs around his erection like a jigsaw puzzle. His arms slid around me and he crushed me against the wall, taking my breath away. I could only gasp his name when he ripped my jacket and blouse open and pressed his lips to my breast, slipping his tongue under my bra to tease a nipple.
“Carrie.” His hot breath sent goose bumps down my spine. “I want you.”
My whole body tingled at those words. “I want you, Alex.” If he only knew how long and how desperately I wanted him. But it went way beyond want. A hot and urgent need took over my body, and I no longer had the power or the will to resist it.
I untied his tie while he dropped my blouse and bra to the floor. His hands covered my bare breasts, and my body arched into his fingers as he rolled my nipples between them. I heard my own gasp and watched him smile at my reaction.
The buttons on his shirt were so damn stubborn I couldn’t get them open fast enough. After tugging and pulling for way too long, I got his coat and shirt off. His body was absolutely glorious. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of it. His belt came undone easily, and, before I knew what I was doing, his pants hit the floor and my hand was inside his silk boxers, stroking the hot hard prize underneath.
Alex’s low moan felt as good as his touch, but I was greedy and wanted to make him howl. I dropped to my knees and nearly swallowed him whole. He gasped and tangled his fists in my hair. I couldn’t believe what I was doing to him. This was the first time I volunteered to go down on a man. Not only was I enjoying it—it was turning me on. I could feel the moisture dripping between my legs, soaking my panties.
I
studied his cock with my tongue, memorizing every ridge and ripple, making note of the taste and feel of him. His gasps and groans were recorded in my brain, filed away for future use. He braced his arms on the railing, thrusting into my mouth. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and I squeezed them, sliding my fingers through the crisp dark hair to that spot all the magazines said drove men wild.
“Carrie,” his voice was raspy. “Stop now before I come.”
I was torn. How far did I want this to go? If he came now, he might not recover before the power turned back on, and I’d lose my chance to have him inside me. Then again, the thought of watching him come on my skin, or even better, feeling him come in my mouth made my insides quiver. When I looked up at him and met his eyes, I knew I wanted all of him. With his cock still secure in my mouth, I winked at him and shook my head.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. His entire body shuddered, and I opened my mouth to receive him. Just a little at first, then more, and still more. I swallowed it all, sucking him hard even after he collapsed against the wall. I could hardly believe I enjoyed it. Alex’s salty sweet flavor lingered on my tongue, and the more I savored it, the more I craved it.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, and right then I knew a man who wasn’t afraid to taste himself on my tongue wouldn’t be afraid to taste me either. But while he was content to kiss my lips, I wanted him to kiss me elsewhere.
“Alex.” The word was a plea, and he knew it. “Don’t be cruel.”
“I thought you wanted me to tease you.” His tongue circled my nipples, drawing them into his hot mouth. I felt the pull of his lips all the way down to my toes, but it wasn’t enough.
Unable to wait any longer, I unzipped my skirt and slid it to my ankles. I was in Alex Masters’ arms in nothing but a red silk thong and black heels.
“Eager little beaver, aren’t you?” He grinned at the double meaning.
I tried to scowl at him as I kicked my skirt across the floor, but those wicked blue eyes got the best of me again. “Yes, I am.”
“Good.” His warm breath cooled my wet nipple. He knew what I wanted, but he took his sweet time getting there. And it was time well spent. My body hummed as his lips taunted my skin. Little nibbles moved down my ribs to my belly…ahh progress…then back up again. I squirmed and stretched up, hoping to force him to change direction, but he did what he pleased.
“Alex….” I felt him smile on my skin.
“Don’t rush me.” His whispered promise made my belly quiver, and for the moment, I was content to let him explore. Alex was so very thorough. On his knees in front of me, he kissed and laved my lower abdomen, slipping his tongue under my thong while his fingers slid down the back of my thigh and—ooh!—behind my knee. I didn’t know that was a hot spot. His mouth chased his fingers. Wow…I really loved that spot behind my knee…. Nipping the inside of my thigh, he moved up and…breathed right over the wet silk between my legs to nip at my left thigh.
Just when I was beginning to think he had an aversion to hungry beavers, his tongue slipped out of his mouth and touched the wet red fabric. I jumped. Hearing him laugh, I looked down at him and found him looking up at me as he stole another taste. His eyes were dark and wild. The words ‘lust crazed’ came to mind. Our eyes locked as he licked the silk over and over and over again until I finally had to throw my head back and moan out loud. My clit swelled and thrust against the fabric. Alex saw it and smiled, closing his mouth over the begging bud and sucking hard.
“Oh god!” I twisted and bucked, hanging onto the railing while he held my thighs. He picked up my leg and draped my knee over his shoulder. “Get rid of the thong!”
He chuckled and hooked a finger under it, dragging his knuckle against my suffering flesh as he pulled the panty to one side. “What next?”
Did he think I was capable of giving instructions? It took me a few seconds to catch my breath and gather my wits.
He waited.
It was almost enough to let him stay there, breathing heat on my exposed folds. Almost, but not quite. “Tongue,” I sputtered. “Use your tongue.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
It seemed like slow motion as I watched his tongue uncurl and slide between my labia. Oh sweet heaven. I was suddenly grateful for the support of his shoulder as a wave of dizziness weakened me. I became an entirely sensual creature, aware of nothing but the feel of his tongue, the sound of his licks, the scent of my arousal, the taste of my sweat, and the sight of his nose buried in my pubic curls. My senses collided, blending so I couldn’t tell one from another. I became my orgasm.
Alex caught me as he stood up, and as he pinned me to the elevator’s back wall, I felt his resurrected cock enter me. He wrapped my legs around his waist, spreading me wide, and I dug my heels into his back, pulling him deep. My super-sensitized flesh responded to his every move.
“Carrie.” Alex nibbled my neck, groaning. His muscles twitched under my hands, straining with the effort of holding me up. I leaned back and grabbed the railing, driving my hips against his to meet his thrusts. He held me at a mind-shattering angle and it took no time at all to reduce me to a quivering lump of flesh.
“Mm…Alex…please….” I clung to him as he set my feet on the floor.
“Turn around,” he panted. “Bend over.”
I bent forward, spread my legs, and rested my hands on the railing.
He did nothing.
“Alex?” I looked over my shoulder.
He reached for me and caressed the dip in my back, just above my bottom. “You have a tattoo.”
“Yeah,” I blushed, trying to read his expression. “I did that a couple of years ago. I thought it fit my personality.” I hoped that didn’t end his interest in me. His law firm was a pretty conservative one, and the partners frowned on such things. I held my breath until I heard him laugh.
“A wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Alex leaned over and kissed it, swirling his tongue over my multi-colored skin. “It’s perfect.”
“Yes it is.” But I was referring to his tongue. I think he knew that because he didn’t stop kissing me. I felt his lips move lower, then I felt a tug on my thong. Grasping the red silk between his teeth, Alex pulled it to my ankles. He lifted my feet, one at a time, freeing me from my last remaining scrap of clothing. But he left my shoes on, saying that the heels worked to our advantage. Of course I agreed, especially when he whispered the words on my lower calf. My legs trembled, and he put a hand on each ankle, slowly sliding them up to my thighs.
“I love your legs.”
I did too. They were my best feature. But I never knew my legs were an erogenous zone, too. Oh wow! Especially when he nibbled behind my knee like that! I clenched the railing as his tongue drew circles up the backs of my thighs. The dizzying wave came back, stronger this time, and I leaned my head against the wall for support. But that wave was nothing compared to the floodgates that opened when he bit my bottom. Not just a nibble—a whole mouthful. Oh damn did that ever feel good. He bit me all along the curve of my bottom, where cheek met thigh. I squirmed and wiggled into his mouth, not sure if I should giggle or groan. Then, his teeth nipped that supple curve inside my thigh, and I groaned out loud.
“I love your butt,” Alex sighed.
He could love it all he wanted. I wasn’t going to complain. His mouth moved over my bottom and up my spine, nipping, sucking, and licking, until his cock met me from behind. He stroked my wet flesh with his hard shaft, teasing my opening, then thrust inside, filling me, overwhelming me.
The sound of flesh slapping against sweaty flesh echoed in the small elevator. His angle was perfect, his technique masterful. In and out. Deep and shallow. A few short strokes and then a long, slow excruciatingly sensual stroke and hold. Then back out again. He built to a nice rhythm and then pulled out when I least expected. Alex nuzzled and kissed my shoulders until I begged him to continue. Side to side. Higher and lower. Oh, oh, oh god, why was it only this good in my dreams?
/> The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. I blinked, shook my head, and found Alex standing in the corner, fully dressed with his nose buried in the Wall Street Journal. He picked up his briefcase and smiled. “G’night Carrie.”
“Alex.” I had to make a decision right then and there. I’m not the kind of girl who seduces gorgeous men in stalled elevators, and I never will be. Maybe I should stop dreaming and start living the real world. “Wait, I….”
“Yeah?” He stopped and turned, blocking the closing doors with his body.
“I know you’re a busy man….” Just say it Carrie! “I…I wondered if you’d like to go out for coffee sometime.”
He turned that beautiful smile on full force. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Oh boy! “Sure.”
He took my arm and led me from the elevator. “I’m not as busy as you think.”
“Is that right?”
“I’m free right now, if you are.”
The message from my brain to speak finally made it to my lips. “Ok. Have you ever been to The Grinder? It’s my favorite place.”
Alex made a mocking wince. “Sounds painful.”
I laughed and took his hand. Maybe the real world will turn out better than my daydreams.
Midnight Snack
Something scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what it was, but it made me sit straight up in bed and listen for a long time before I was able to think about going back to sleep. I chalked it up to just a bad dream and lay back down beside my wife. She was turned on her side away from me so I draped my arm around her waist and pressed my nose into her shoulder. The scent of something warm and sweet drifted up from her skin and I inhaled slowly. Mmm… vanilla…and some kind of tangy fruit I couldn’t identify.
