by JS Scott
“I thought you said you were going to behave,” she answered breathlessly, her conscious mind slipping away as his fingers slid lower and lower.
“I lied. That was before I felt these panties and had to see them. Now I want to see the matched set.”
Oh, God. She groaned as he turned her to face him, his fingers nimbly unbuttoning her coat and dropping it on the plush carpet in the elevator.
“Simon, we’re in the elevator. We can’t do this here,” she replied with a combination of mortification and desire.
The zipper of her dress gave way under his searching hands and she could feel the light brush of his fingers down her spine as he pulled it down in one smooth jerk.
“Private elevator for the penthouse. It’s not like someone is waiting to use it.” His breath hitched as he exposed her upper body, letting the dress catch at her waist. “You’re so beautiful.”
She sucked in a trembling breath as he trailed a finger from her cheek, down her neck, and along the exposed swell of her breasts over the top of the lacy bra. Heat pooled between her legs, soaking the tiny scrap of material between her thighs. His thumbs rubbed lightly over her thinly covered nipples as his mouth lowered to trail over the hot flesh above them. His whiskers abraded her seductively as he licked, nipped, and suckled, driving her half mad to have him inside her.
“I can smell your need and it’s making my mouth water for a taste of you.” He lifted his head, his dark eyes appearing almost black with hunger.
His hand trailed down her quaking belly and underneath the dress pooled at her hips. She hissed as his blunt fingertips slipped beneath the saturated silk of her panties. Suddenly, she didn’t care if she was half naked in an elevator. All she wanted was Simon.
Knees weak, she steadied herself by putting her hands on his shoulders and took whatever he was offering. As he pulled his midnight gaze from hers and kissed his way down her taut stomach, she knew that what he was offering was pure bliss, and she wasn’t about to fight it.
He ripped the delicate material of her panties, pulling the garment forcefully from her body. Her naked pussy tingled as it was exposed to the ambient air. She gripped Simon’s shoulders tightly as he dropped to his knees in front of her, the sight of his dark head dipping under the hem of her dress making her legs unsteady and her whole body shiver with hot need.
Scorching hands ran from her knees to the tops of her thighs, gliding smoothly over her thin stockings. She held her breath as his hot tongue explored the sensitive flesh of her thighs at the top of the lace before finally parting the folds of her pussy slowly, exploring the flesh of the protective lips.
“Oh, God. Simon.” She moaned as her head fell back and her eyes closed, wanting to watch him devour her, but unable to tolerate the intensity of her desire.
Heat snaked through her belly, slithering over every inch of her skin as he pushed his tongue deeper. And deeper. She wanted to grasp his head, pull his mouth harder against her needy flesh, but she didn’t. It was one small step at a time with Simon. She didn’t want to push any buttons that might cause him to stop. Curling her nails into the heavy sweater on his shoulders, she clutched the fabric like it was a lifeline, her body whirling as Simon’s sizzling tongue found her clit, flicking over it with bold, fast strokes.
Whimpering, she thrust her hips forward, silently begging for more. And he gave it to her. His big hands cupped her ass, bringing her forward, jerking her tightly against his plundering mouth, the sound of him lapping at her plentiful juices erotic and hot.
She exploded in his mouth with a long moan, her body quaking, her pussy flooding with welcome relief. Simon continued to lave, drawing out her climax until she was a quivering mess, before he drew himself up and kissed her.
Her arms tightened around his neck. She stretched and yanked his head down, frantic for contact. The taste of herself on his lips as he kissed her senseless made her undulate her hips, feeling his rock-hard erection rubbing between her thighs. She needed him inside her. Desperately.
“Fuck me, Simon. Please.” She begged without any shame, feeling the emptiness that only he could fill.
“Upstairs.” He groaned as his mouth pulled away from hers. He gripped her ass, grinding himself against her.
“Here. Now,” she insisted as she turned and faced the wall of the elevator. Placing her hands on the wall, she bent at the waist and opened her legs wide and told him, “My hands will stay on the wall. Please. Just do it. I need you now.”
“Fuck!” His curse was frustrated, but so passionate that Kara wasn’t surprised to hear the zipper of his pants lowering.
Yes. Another victory.
“I need you.” Simon’s hoarse whisper was almost inaudible. Kara knew he hadn’t meant for her to hear him, but she did. The quiet, harshly uttered words echoed in her mind, drawing forth an answering primal response that nearly brought her to her knees.
The air in the elevator was steamy and the only sound in the small, cramped space was the ragged, uneven breaths coming from their mouths, as she waited for him to impale her, to feel him filling up the lonely places inside her. “Please, Simon. Now.”
Kara nearly sobbed with relief as she felt the blunt head of his cock brush the needy flesh between her spread legs. His large hands gripped her hips with an almost savage strength, pulling her back against him, his cock slamming into her slick channel with one powerful, hard stroke.
She gasped from the pure elation of Simon’s possession. “Did I hurt you?” Simon rasped as she felt his body tense. “You’re so tight.”
“No. No. It just feels so good.” She pushed back against him, urging him to move.
“Jesus, Kara. You deserve better than getting fucked in a damn elevator.” Simon groaned as he pulled back, tightened his grip on her hips and buried himself to the root inside her again. “But I can’t stop. Never want to stop.”
“You can’t stop. I couldn’t take it if you stopped. Harder, Simon. Give me more.” Her head fell back as Simon started an even, deep rhythm that threatened to drive her insane. The coarse wool of his sweater abraded her spine as he leaned forward, his body curling around her protectively as he kept up a hard, punishing thrust with his hips. In and out. Over and over. She quivered as his hot, uncontrolled breath hit the side of her face as he nipped at the tender flesh of her neck.
Never had she experienced a need so volatile and untamed. Yearning to hold him as he pounded into her, she gripped the metal balance bar and shoved her pelvis back, meeting Simon stroke for stroke, needing the contact of skin on skin wherever she could get it.
One of his hands left her hip and slid down the front of her, between her thighs. He caressed the springy curls before his fingers slipped lower, so very close to the swollen bud of flesh right above his pounding cock.
“Oh, God!” Every nerve in her body throbbed as Simon’s fingers circled her clit, making her hips slam back on his cock with a strength that she didn’t know she had. “Touch me. Please.”
“Come for me,” Simon’s deep voice commanded as his fingers zeroed in on the tiny bud of flesh that was aching for his touch.
Whimpering, her head fell forward and she was blinded by the curtain of hair that was swinging wildly from Simon’s brutal thrusts. She closed her eyes, nearly unable to bear the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body as his fingers stroked relentlessly over her clit while his cock possessed her channel, owning her, taking her, melding their bodies together until she wasn’t sure whether the ruthless desire belonged to her or to Simon.
Her climax hit with a jarring explosion that had her crying out his name as spasms wracked her body, a body that was held in helpless thrall, unable to do anything except ride out the sharp, endless orgasm that was rocking her body.
“Fuck!” Simon’s hand returned to her hip, both hands gripping her firmly, tightly as his cock cleaved into her faster, deeper. A groan
that held both agony and anguish sprang from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, flooding Kara with the heat of his release.
She would have sunk to the floor, her legs unable to hold her up, had Simon not wound a steely arm around her waist, keeping her upright. He turned her gently and wrapped his strong arms around her utterly limp body. Their breathing was heavy and labored.
She lifted her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder, unable to think.
Simon supported her weight, stroking her hair gently as his breathing slowed.
It took her several minutes to speak. “I’m a mess. I need to go back to the condo for a few minutes.” Looking at the remnants of her underwear lying on the floor, she added, “I guess I need to get a new pair of panties, too.”
Simon’s shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “Did you lose them?”
She pulled back, her heart melting at the naughty, amused look in his eyes. “No. Some caveman ripped them off me.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Must have been some lusty encounter.” He pushed her hair back from her eyes, draping it softly over her shoulder. “I’ll buy you more.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need more. I have several drawers filled with lingerie. I could go without doing laundry for a month. I’ve never owned so much lingerie in my entire life.”
“I’ll still get you more. If what you have is as sexy as the pair I just destroyed, it won’t last long.” His voice was hoarse with a touch of warning flowing through his words.
His warm gaze caressed her partially clad body, lingering on every inch of bared skin.
She shuddered, imagining Simon ripping off various articles of lingerie in a fit of passion. “You can’t ruin all my lingerie. Those things are expensive.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining a few minutes ago.” His voice was hot, sultry and filled with a promise of things to come. “I’d buy lingerie for you every day if what just happened is the result. Hell, I’d buy it for you just to see you smile.”
Kara’s heart skipped a beat, her chest aching from unexpressed emotion. How much longer could she do this? How much longer could she hide the powerful and sometimes painful emotions that Simon wrung from her with just a casual comment or a simple touch? Her brain, which had always ruled her life, and her heart were in conflict. She knew that nothing more than a casual sexual relationship and friendship would ever exist between her and this incredible man who was holding her as if she was the most important person in his life. Still, she wanted him. How pathetic was that?
Backing away, she slipped her arms back into her dress. “Can you zip me?” She hoped she sounded casual as she gave him her back.
“Do I have to? We could skip the party.”
“Yes.” She bit her lip to keep from smiling. He had sounded so hopeful that she couldn’t help being amused.
He didn’t answer, but she felt his finger sliding lazily over her spine before he slid the zipper up with a masculine sigh.
Turning her around, he placed one hand on her shoulder and tipped her chin up with the other, searching her face with a frown. “Did I hurt you? I was a little rough.”
Kara knew she would probably have a few bruises on her hips from his strong grip, but his rough, raw possession was something she had been begging for, something she needed. The intensity of her passion for Simon wouldn’t have been satisfied with anything less. She lifted a hand to his rough jaw. “I was there, Simon. I think I was begging for it. No, you didn’t hurt me.” Her orgasm had been intense, but the fact that he cared about whether or not she minded his gritty, feral possession made her care just a little bit more.
I can’t believe I just had some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had in an elevator.
“Oh God, I hope nobody heard me.” She groaned as she picked up her purse and jacket, snatching her shredded panties from the floor and shoving them quickly into her handbag.
“I doubt anyone heard you, although I’m surprised”-the red phone on the elevator panel rang, interrupting Simon in mid-sentence, piercing the silent space with a noise so shrill that Kara jumped-“that nobody called.” Simon smirked as he finished the comment.
“Oh, God.” Kara slumped back against the wall, mortified. While she was in the grip of ecstasy, she hadn’t thought about the fact that others would question the sudden stop of the elevator.
Simon snickered and snatched the phone from the wall. “Hudson.” His voice was instantly professional and impatient.
She couldn’t hear the conversation at the other end, but she could tell that the voice was male.
Simon shifted as he zipped his pants, his hip leaning against the balance bar, his expression serene as he listened. How in the hell did he do that? No one would ever know that she and Simon had been screwing like their lives depended on it only a few moments ago. He looked cool and calm; she was sure she looked like she had just been thoroughly ravaged.
“No. Everything is fine. I needed something and I stopped the elevator to look for it.” Simon’s voice was nonchalant, but he shot her a dark, wicked look, his eyes hooded, a half smile forming on his lips.
Her face heated and she shot him back a murderous glance.
“Yes. I’m quite ecstatic that I found it. Thanks for checking. Have a good night.” Simon dropped the phone back on the hook and slapped the button to return to the condo.
She punched his shoulder. “How can you tell such a whopper without blinking an eye?”
Simon shrugged and pulled her into his arms. “I’m quite sure I probably blinked since the average person blinks every ten seconds. And what I said is absolutely true.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead before continuing. “I needed something. I found it here in the elevator. And I was definitely ecstatic.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. “And I was orgasmic.”
The elevator lurched, stopping at the penthouse. “I know. That’s why I was ecstatic,” he answered in a husky, quiet voice. “Hearing you come is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.”
She swallowed, trying to push down the lump that formed in her throat. Her nipples hardened as Simon reached around her body to unlock the door of the condo. His words were dripping with blunt, raw honesty.
Uncertain how to answer his comment, she made a beeline for her room as soon as he opened the door. “I’ll be out in a minute. Try not to get my new pair of panties wet this time.”
She heard a satisfied, male chuckle behind her. “Getting your panties wet is becoming my main goal in life.”
She smiled as she entered her room and pulled out a fresh pair of underwear, trying to push her own jumbled emotions aside.
Simon had trusted her enough to fuck her without binding her. Again. Maybe some day…
Small steps, Kara. Don’t expect too much. Whatever is eating at Simon has been there for a very long time. It could take years to gain his trust.
And she wouldn’t be here for years. She grimaced, her scalp crying out in protest as she ran a brush ruthlessly through her disheveled hair.
Do what you can. Enjoy what you have while you have it. And for God’s sake, don’t take all of this too seriously.
Enjoying her time with Simon was not the issue. She cherished every moment in his company because being with him filled her lonely places in a way that she had never experienced before.
I’m poor. I’m pragmatic. I am not a woman who believes in soul mates: one man and one woman who complete each other and are meant to be together.
Problem was, her parents had been like that. Poor as they had been, they had also been completely happy. In many ways, it was almost a blessing that they had gone together because Kara was almost certain that one would not have survived without the other. They had been so connected that either of her parents would have been tormented and miserable without the other. It was hard not to believe in re
al, soul-binding love after watching her parents for eighteen years.
She heaved a sigh and set her brush back on the vanity. Okay…maybe she did believe that love could be that intense, that consuming. But not with Simon. Never with Simon. The man was heartbreak waiting to happen. He didn’t do committed relationships and she was already on emotional overload with him.
The only way to survive her relationship with Simon was to keep it casual, not let her heart get involved.
Scooping up her jacket and purse, she sauntered toward the kitchen, hearing only two words running over and over in her head and her own self-deprecating laugh echo through her mind.
Too late. Too late.
Samuel Hudson had a lavish mansion in South Tampa, an area so affluent that Kara had never been there before, even though she had grown up in the city. She had to force her open mouth to close as James pulled the car around the circular driveway, letting them out in the front of the palatial residence.
“This is…spectacular,” she whispered to Simon as he took her hand to help her out of the car.
“You see why I decided not to drive?” he said in a lazy voice, his eyes scanning the expensive vehicles lining the long driveway.
“You draw quite a crowd, Mr. Hudson,” she told him softly, her eyes roving over his handsome face. “Happy Birthday. I have a present for you, but I’ll give it to you later.”
His face lit up in a wicked, wicked grin as their eyes locked in a heated gaze. “I thought you gave it to me last night. And tonight.”
“Simon!” She refused to blush again. She wouldn’t. Absolutely not. She was a mature, adult woman and she didn’t blush over a simple sexual comment. She was an almost-nurse for God’s sake, used to seeing the human body in all states of dress. It wasn’t like she was a young girl, but it was an infuriating fact that Simon could make her feel like one sometimes.
“Well…just saying. But I won’t argue if you want to do it again. In fact, we could go home right now-”
“In the house, birthday boy.” She laughed as he slipped his arm around her waist and led her to the door, a small, satisfied smirk still present on his lips.
