by Gordon, Gina
“Once I finish with your mouth, you’ll turn around and stick that beautiful ass in the air, so I can fuck your sopping wet pussy.”
“Fuck me now.” She stood.
Their tongues twisted and tangled in a heated rhythm. He didn’t waste any time.
His hands quickly found the hem of her skirt and thrust it up to her waist. The cool breeze didn’t do anything to tamp down the blazing heat.
She laid her head back, savoring the pleasure he was so content to give.
He grunted in her ear, “Please tell me you have a condom?”
“Safety!” She unlocked herself from his grip and bolted for her purse. She held the deep purple packets up, waving them in joy. “It’s good to be prepared.”
“Lucky for me.”
He pounced on her, pushing her to the elevator wall. His mouth came down on hers with urgent need. He ripped open the foil wrapper and slid down the smooth latex.
Grabbing her just under her bottom, he lifted. She wrapped her legs around his body. With a smooth glide, he was inside her. She met him thrust for thrust as he filled her core.
“Harder!”
He obliged. With every stroke she slid up the smooth steel of the elevator wall only to come back down hard on his erection.
She should have her head examined.
After years of therapy discussing the fear of being trapped in an elevator, here she was with a cock buried to the hilt, waiting for someone to rescue her from captivity.
She didn’t care that someone could hear her low moans. Or that at any moment the doors could swing open. She was in the moment. All that mattered was the pulsing dick gliding along the walls of her sex and the rough grunts of…who?
“What’s your name?”
“Jordan.”
“Fuck me, Jordan. Just like that.”
“Shhh.” He nuzzled her neck.
“We’re not alone.”
“Make me come again.” She was on the verge of release. This time instead of a coiling in her belly, it tingled from the outside in.
He leaned back, changing the angle, and rubbed his dick on the grainy patch of skin on the upper walls of her opening.
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod!”
“Take me with you.”
Their skin slapped together in a frantic rhythm. The fabric of his pants twisted in the chaos, and with every brush of contact, her clit rubbed along the metal edges of his zipper. The quick sting of pain gave way to a slow build of pleasure until she tipped over the edge.
The space went black, her head spun in all directions, but the feel of her cunt sucking him in with every contraction kept her grounded in the experience.
Within seconds she felt the ripple of his intense orgasm and the warmth of his heated seed as it emptied into the condom.
He shuddered against her body then dropped her down to rest on her feet.
His voice was hoarse as he finally broke the silence. “I would get stuck in an elevator every day if there was even a slight chance of this happening again.”
“Me too.”
“This from the woman who not ten minutes ago was terrified of elevators.”
“Well, I’d be up for it only if it’s guaranteed that this would happen again.”
He stepped away giving her some room. She had to admit that the farther away he was the more aware she became of her surroundings.
“And it would have to always be with you.” She pulled down her skirt and fixed her messy hair. “You’re the master of distraction.”
“I wasn’t kidding about my office. I think you’re…”
There was a loud rumble, and the elevator car flooded with fluorescent lighting. A few rattles and the elevator began a slow decent back to the main floor.
“Thank God. Any longer, and we might have been forced to do an encore.”
Not that she would ever turn that down.
She looked him over, and despite the mind-blowing sex session they’d just finished, she saw the spark flicker in his eyes at the mere mention of a repeat performance.
The doors opened with a ding, and Jordan ushered her out.
People flooded the lobby: co-workers, security guards, maintenance personnel, even a couple of fire fighters, and paramedics. Some office workers waited around in annoyance, no doubt their wait time had doubled as a result of the break down. Everyone seemed to be going about their business, but they all had quirky smiles plastered on their faces, their eyes darting to the couple then quickly away.
A man in a suit and tie approached.
“I’m Bob Brown, Security Manager for the building.” He held out his hand to her.
“Becca.”
“Everyone all right?”
They nodded.
“Good. There are paramedics on site if you need any medical attention.”
She looked up at Jordan. “I think we’re both fine.”
“Just a little hot and bothered?” The man laughed low in his throat. He turned but stopped halfway. “A tip for next time.”
Next time? Becca hoped she would never have to endure another elevator situation. At least not without Jordan.
“We have security cameras positioned in each elevator car.”
Becca recoiled and looked at Jordan.
“Not that a visual was necessary with the enhanced audio we could hear from the elevator shaft.”
Her face flushed with embarrassment. That would explain the smirks of the onlookers. Jordon looked at Bob, a silent manly exchange on both their faces. Men.
“I’ve got to get back and write a few reports. If you’re both fine, then I’ll send the emergency personnel on their way.” He gave a quick nod and turned on his heel, weaving through the crowd.
It was time to get back to reality.
Her co-workers were probably wondering where she was. Her boss probably thought she was slacking off. She headed for the bank of elevators across the way, slightly embarrassed to look Jordan in the eye.
“Becca?”
It sounded nice rolling off his tongue.
He grabbed her by the elbow and swirled her around.
She gobbled up the sight of his handsome face, clear tanned skin, dark eyes made even more beautiful now that she’d seen them blaze with sexual need.
“Like I said before, I wasn’t kidding about my office.” He pulled out a business card from his wallet. “Thirty-second floor. Whenever you’re in the mood for something sweet…” He lowered his head, his mouth hovering beside her ear. “…or salty.”
