What Goes Up

by Celia Kyle

  I am so fucked.

  *

  Ashley was so fucked. Any second now, Trevor would call her bluff and they’d go back to the way things were. Hell, he hadn’t even been listening when she’d told him her plan. She had to repeat it! The…the man.

  She kept her glare in place, eyebrows furrowed and mouth firm. She’d practiced the look before. Hell, she’d seen it from Trevor plenty of times when he’d informed her she was being a bratty sub and to get her ass in gear. She needed to get this right. He’d never give in and accept that they should be together if she showed any sign of weakness now.

  She took a deep breath and prayed for patience. Just when she’d decided enough was enough, Trevor surprised her. He lifted his hands from the railing and dropped them to his sides. Lowering slowly, he kept his gaze on hers as he shifted to his knees. The position placed him level with her pussy. Exactly as she imagined. She hadn’t purchased insanely expensive four-inch stilettos for her health. Hell, no! She’d bought them because of how tall they’d make her and because when she wore them they’d place her goody bits exactly where she needed most.

  He dropped his attention to her breasts before raking his gaze over her abdomen to land on her pussy. She watched as he licked his lips and leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on the lace covered skin. Her legs nearly buckled. Just the slightest bit of contact from the man she loved and her knees went weak.

  She kept her attention on him while he stared intently at the juncture of her thighs. She wondered when he’d get down to business, but she didn’t have to wonder for long. He raked his teeth along her cloth covered labia, sending a shudder of pleasure along her spine. She widened her stance, giving him more access. He took the invitation and became more aggressive, biting and tugging at her panties, growling when the cloth wouldn’t give.

  After a minute ticked by, Trevor still fighting with the fabric and not making any headway, she dropped her head back with a huff. Men. Sometimes, they couldn’t see the forest for the trees. Or the trees for the forest. Whatever. The point was, he couldn’t make his way out of a building even if the door was labeled “push.”

  Annoyed, she winced when he started tugging on her panties as if he was a puppy and they were his favorite chew toy. Damn, that hurt and not in a good way. Ashley stroked the top of Trevor’s head, sifted through his silky dark hair, and tightened her grip until he grunted. She pulled his face away from her pussy. It ached and throbbed and begged for tender attention. She didn’t have time for him to be oblivious to what was right in front of him.

  “Trevor, see these lovely strings on my hips?” His gaze flicked to hers and then back to the ties on her hips. He nodded, albeit only a hint of movement due to her hold. “They hold my panties on. Should you want them off, you’ll have to start there.”

  Ashley released her grip and he didn’t hesitate. Trevor tugged at the ties with his teeth until the right side came undone, and he quickly moved to the left. In seconds, her panties drifted to the floor between her feet. Fina-give me some oral sexin’-lly.

  Legs just over shoulder width apart, Ashley braced her hands on the elevator wall above Trevor. This position granted him easier access while giving her the hope that she wouldn’t embarrass herself by falling flat on her ass. Not that she hadn’t done so before from Trevor’s talented tongue, but now wasn’t the time to show weakness to the normally dominant man.

  He licked then nipped her labia. Nose pressed against her mound, he sucked the protective flesh into his mouth before he released it to devote the same attention on the other side. Ashley’s pussy clenched and ached with arousal, growing heavier as seconds ticked by. The evidence of her excitement, slick and musky, seeped from her core. Trevor couldn’t seem to get enough. He moaned against her. The vibrations shot through her cunt, causing another tremor of need to sweep through her pussy.

  His tongue delved between her lower lips, lapping at her heat, but avoiding her clit altogether. Frustrated from his teasing, she reacted, lightning fast. She tangled her fingers in his hair once again and pressed his face against her pussy as she rocked her hips and bent her knees. Her new position increased the glorious pressure of his mouth against her.

  “Do it right, Trevor, or you won’t get to do it at all,” she growled, tightening her hold on his hair. He winced, but increased his efforts. The tip of his tongue found her clit with unerring accuracy and circled the tiny engorged nub. Round and round he circled, fastening his lips around the aroused flesh and sucking as he flicked and licked her.

  Ashley rode his face, rocking and grinding her hips against him as he worked his magical tongue on her pussy. She kept her fingers tangled in his hair, loving the bit of control her hold added to the situation. She directed him as she saw fit, tugging and turning his head while she pressed her lower lips to his mouth. She dropped her head back and eased her legs further apart, opening herself to Trevor as much as she could without toppling over. With the widened stance, he could reach the very center of her cunt, and she moaned when he teased the opening.

  He didn’t linger long, lapping at her juices before returning to her clit. “That’s it, Trev, make me come. Gonna come on your face, baby.”

  Just the words alone sent shivers down Ashley’s spine only to be amplified by Trevor’s answering groan. Telltale tingles skittered and skipped along Ashley’s nerves. Her toes curled in her shoes, and she knew her orgasm wasn’t far off. She pulled his face closer and ground down. He seemed to sense her impending release and increased his efforts. More suction, more flicking, more licking, just more.

  Ashley raised her head and opened her eyes before turning her attention to the man between her legs. Their gazes remained locked as she reached for her peak with gasping breaths. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, tightening and relaxing as if begging to be filled. The spasms didn’t stop at her cunt. They traveled through her entire body, every muscle answering her orgasm’s call. Focus intent on Trevor, she let out a keening cry of release when the pure pleasure washed through her in giant waves that nearly brought her to her knees.

  Body convulsing and jerking, her attention didn’t waver. Regardless of the games she played, in the end it was the two of them that mattered most. She thought she saw a look of triumph slide over Trevor’s features, quickly replaced with what she hoped was the love he held for her, and only for her.

  As soon as the spasms became manageable, she released her grip on his hair and took a step back. He relinquished her clit with a reluctant pop, holding on till the last possible moment, before settling back on his haunches.

  She needed to regain control. While the orgasm had been wonderful compared to what she’d been able to do for herself these past couple of months, she couldn’t let him snare the upper hand.

  Ashley held out her hand, angry that it shook, and demanded the return of power. “The tie, Trevor.” He froze, and the lazy, cocky grin he’d held slipped to form a look of trepidation and confusion. She wouldn’t be denied. Orgasm or not, this was her show. “The. Tie.”

  Steel. She needed to remember to remain steel hard and unbending when it came to her wants. He’d get what he wanted and needed too, but the balance, or imbalance, depending on how you looked at it, of power meant neither would be satisfied unless she deemed it acceptable. Right now, his bit of “damn, I’m the man” attitude was unacceptable.

  Trevor eyed her, brows furrowed, as he tugged the two-hundred dollar tie from his neck. The red silk slid easily through the knot and she nearly smiled. Bet he didn’t imagine this as he got ready for work this morning.

  He handed the unknotted tie to her and she let it glide through her fingers as she replayed her next move in her mind. She’d been practicing, but she prayed her skills held up now that she had the real thing before her.

  “On that ass, Trev. Grab the railing and don’t move.” Ashley took another step back, giving him room to straighten his legs. He moved slowly to comply, the entire time looking at her as if he’d never seen her before.
In truth, he’d never seen this Ashley before. Times, they are a changing.

  When he settled himself on the floor of the elevator, she stepped over him and went to work. In seconds, okay many seconds if she was honest with herself, she had his hands tied to the elevator railing. Could he get free if he tried? Absolutely. She just hoped he’d get the symbolism and sit tight while she had her wicked way with him.

  *

  Not moving. Nope, he wouldn’t move a muscle. He wouldn’t twitch or move an inch. Trevor was a guy, but he wasn’t an idiot. Okay, he was, but not that big of an idiot as to ruin what Ashley created. He licked his lips and savored the remainder of her taste around his mouth. His cock throbbed in his slacks. Damn, he’d never needed to adjust his package more than he did this minute.

  His dick, hard since he’d gotten the first look at Ashley in her “I’m the boss” outfit, pulsed and leaked pre-cum as she stood over him. The damp spot continued to spread across the front of his pants as it pushed against his slacks as if to say “Me! Pick me!” He wanted her to pick him, but he didn’t let his hopes rise too high. She’d kept him guessing from the moment the doors had slid open to reveal her nearly naked form, and he didn’t even want to hazard a guess as to what was coming next. He just prayed he’d be coming.

  Trevor held his breath and remained immobile when she squatted over his thighs, her pussy flushed pink and spread wide just above his legs. He didn’t move as she tugged on his belt. The leather slid free easily and still he remained quiet. He sucked in a quick breath when Ashley popped the button on his slacks and lowered the zipper to free his cock.

  “No boxer briefs, Trevor? Naughty boy,” Ashley practically purred. Oh, damn. It hadn’t been naughty so much as he was trying not to ruin the line of his pants, but his lack of boxers seemed to turn her on. Score!

  He watched, trying to remain motionless as she encircled his shaft with her hand. Her pale skin stood out in contrast to the purple hued, aroused flesh of his cock. She stroked him with moderate pressure from root to tip, and he tightened his hold on the railing. He imagined his knuckles turned white with the force of his grasp. Every muscle in his body and cell in his brain screamed, “Thrust, fuck, come!” but he held himself in check. Barely.

  “Tell me, Trevor, have you been with anyone else?” Her voice took on the lost little girl tone he recognized. She still had control, but uncertainty had wormed its way into their encounter and his heart broke for her, for what he’d done to her and them.

  “No, Ash. No one since you.” Trevor hardly recognized his own voice, but he figured holding back an orgasm when he wanted nothing more than to shoot could do that to a man.

  “No one?”

  He turned his attention to her face and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. Brow arched and lips turned in a perfect smirk, Ashley set his blood to boiling. “No one, Ash. No one.”

  Ashley nodded and he hoped she believed him. He didn’t know what was coming next, but, damn, he prayed they’d be fucking soon. S. O. O. N.

  Fuck if Ashley didn’t disappoint. She held his cock in her tiny hand as she scooted up to settle over his hips and positioned its head at her opening.

  She lowered her silken moist heat over him, enveloping the first inch of his cock in her pussy, and then she froze. “No one since me and no one after, Trevor.”

  Eyes and attention trained on the point of their joining, Trevor shook his head to clear some of the lust crowding in. “What?”

  Her hand flew to his face in a blur of motion, and his attention snapped to her face. “No one since me and no one after, Trevor. Understand?”

  Her slap wasn’t hard. It barely registered when compared to the lust pounding in his veins, and his ache to be inside her only seemed to increase with the sting of pain. Trevor swallowed past the ball of emotion in his throat and nodded. Fuck, how he loved this woman. Anyone willing to go to such lengths to get them back together had to love him just as much, right?

  The answer to his own question escaped him as Ashley lowered her cunt onto his cock. Inch by inch, her heat swallowed him until they were fully joined. The tight, wet heat that he remembered wrapped him in its embrace. Nothing, not his hand or any other woman, had ever felt as good as being buried deep within Ashley’s pussy.

  When he thought he’d go mad if she didn’t move, or let him move, she rose above him. She gripped the railing next to his wrists and began a slow, sinuous rhythm. Her abundant cream eased the way for his cock as she rode him. Up and down, she slid along his shaft, occasionally pausing to swivel her hips around the head of his cock before lowering herself again.

  Being without her for months had placed him on edge, and no amount of masturbating had ever eased the ache she left. Tight, slick, and hot, she gripped him with her pussy, the walls of her heat clinging to his shaft as she worked him. Their breath mingled as they both panted, she with exertion and he as he fought to withhold his orgasm.

  Ashley increased her pace, riding and grinding against him like she never had before. Her pussy squeezed him on the upstroke and released on the down, when she’d rotate her hips against his. Over and again she repeated the movements. Up, squeeze, down, release, grind. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back. Trevor kept his hips immobile, regardless of how badly he ached to pound into her from below. He’d already received glimpses of the harder side of his sweet Ashley, and he didn’t want her getting pissed and walking away now.

  Ashley’s pussy clenched and convulsed around him, a sure sign her orgasm approached. Her breathing faltered, letting him know that she truly was on the brink of climax. She buried her face against his neck as she chanted his name, her warm breath tickling yet arousing him further.

  “Gonna come, Trev. Fuck, gonna come on your cock.”

  He moaned, her words shoving his own climax closer. “Yeah, Ash. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Fuck me harder, baby.”

  If possible, she increased her efforts and Trevor groaned. His climax zinged along his spine to settle in his lower back. The pure pleasure morphed and grew as it slithered through his body to center on his balls.

  When Ashley screamed his name and her pussy convulsed around him in a steady rhythm, he released his control. He echoed her scream with his own, her name on his lips as his seed erupted from his cock in great bursts. His dick throbbed in time with his rapid heartbeat, pulsing within her tight cunt. His orgasm seemed to continue forever.

  It seemed as if hours passed before either of them fully recovered from their explosive releases. Finally, Ashley raised her head from his shoulder, a dreamy smile on her face. She yanked and tugged at Trevor’s bonds, releasing his hands. Not asking for permission, he enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close and tucking her head against his chest. “Ah, I’ve missed you, Ashley.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “So, so much. I’m sorry, baby.”

  “You should be.” She whacked his shoulder with a fist. “Asshole.”

  He laughed, causing his cock to stir within her pussy, and she ground against him with a moan. “Uh, Ash? Unless we want round two to be right here, we should probably get up and get going.”

  She raised her head, and his gaze locked with her narrow-eyed stare. “I’m in charge, mister.”

  He nodded, fighting his smile. Her hair had come free of the ponytail and tiny errant curls framed her face. Her lipstick was smeared and her eyeliner looked like some weird black eye shadow and still she tried to look fierce. “I decide when we go. And since my knees hurt like hell, we go now.”

  She rose on her knees slowly, and he savored the last remaining seconds inside her body, groaning when he finally popped free. She wasted no time standing and pressing the button to put the elevator back in motion. Trevor stood and tucked his half-hard cock back into his pants and grabbed his coat and Ashley’s discarded panties from the floor. Eyes trained on Ashley, he soon discovered a slight problem.

  “Uh, Ash? Where are your clothes?”

  She smiled. “These are my cl
othes.”

  He shook his head. “No fiancée of mine is going out there bare-assed for the night security to see.”

  “Fiancée?”

  “Yes, fiancée.” He held his jacket out for her, and she turned her back to him to slide her arms into the coat.

  “You didn’t ask.”

  “I don’t think you did either when you marched in here to take what you wanted.” He raised a brow at her, hoping he mimicked her new favorite look.

  She pointed a finger at him and he fought the urge to suck the perfectly manicured digit into his mouth. “I’m still in charge, mister. Fiancée or not, I’m the boss when it comes to home stuff. Me, Dominant, you, submissive. The tables have turned. You’re just too much of an—”

  “Idiot to be trusted, I know.” He smiled at her, thankful her biggest fuss was about control and decisions and not about whether they’d be getting married. The elevator dinged, announcing their arrival on the first floor. “How are we gonna get you out of here, Ash?”

  She waved at him as if he were an idiot and stuck her head out of the elevator. She raised her voice and yelled, “Marlon?”

  “Yes, Miss Ashley?” An old man’s voice drifted toward them.

  “There’s a fresh baked apple pie all to yourself this Thanksgiving if you’ll keep your eyes closed for the next five minutes and make doubly sure that the security cameras are off.”

  No response came and Trevor wondered if the man would take the deal. Even wearing his jacket, the bottom curve of Ashley’s plump ass was visible, and he didn’t want anyone seeing that but him.

  “You’ve got yourself a deal, Miss Ashley. I take it Mister Trevor is with you?”

  Ashley reached back and grasped his hand, tugging him along toward the side door. “Yes, Marlon. Please don’t forget my coat on the twenty-sixth floor, and thanks for all your help!” she shouted as he yanked her through the side door of their building and into the parking garage.

  Once settled in his car, Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. So many things had changed in such a short span of time, but he couldn’t be happier. He just had one last question for his love. “How’d you do it, Ashley?”