by S Doyle
“Ow!”
“You say that and then you were making out with someone practically the next day,” she charged.
“First, I wasn’t making out. I was trying to prove something to myself and it didn’t work. Or maybe I should say, it did work. It proved what an idiot I was being. This whole time I’ve been trying to meet a person. Someone I could imagine settling down with. The whole time I had this idea in my head of who that person would be. And while I was searching and looking everywhere, you were the one I wanted to be with. You, who doesn’t fit me at all, in fact fits me perfectly.”
“You have mommy issues,” she accused. “She was an artist. I’m an artist. That’s why you don’t want to go there with me.”
“I do,” I finally admitted. “I took all my baggage with her and I dumped it on you and I’m sorry. You’re not like her at all. You’re steady and consistent. You’re an incredible professional as well as an amazing artist who understands the value of your work. I also don’t think you’re the type of person who would ever let your kid go hungry on principle. Because that’s crazy.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can trust you. Can you see that from my point of view? The tug and push has been really confusing.”
I nodded and took her hand. “I know that. I do. Because I wanted you, but I didn’t want to want you. Can you understand that?”
She frowned. “It’s not very flattering. To be wanted against your better judgment. I suddenly have an appreciation of why Elizabeth Bennet was so pissed off at Darcy all the time.”
“But I’m done with that,” I promised her. “It was entirely stupid. Having this image of who my wife should be in the first place. Resisting everything that you are, when all I wanted was to be with you. What the hell do you think I was doing, waiting for you outside the building that Sunday when you fell and hurt your ankle?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You said you were shopping.”
“You were freezing me out. I could tell. And I hated it. I wanted to see you.”
Her eyes narrowed even more. “You know I don’t trust you when you say nice things to me now.”
“Sorry.” I huffed out a laugh. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to say nothing but nice things to you from now on. I want to date you, Joy. I want to know you. I want to fuck you. I want… all of it.”
She looked down at our clasped hands. Then something came over her and she tugged her hand free.
“I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking of a baby when you said that.”
That sobered us both up pretty quickly.
“No. I wasn’t thinking of a baby,” I said slowly. “But it certainly wouldn’t be hard to imagine you as a mother if that’s what you want.”
She shifted and faced me, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes from dipping to her breasts. Breasts that were so perfect that the idea she’d ever been self-conscious about them seemed incredible. Breasts she’d obviously wanted to show off tonight, no doubt to torture me with what I’d lost.
I had the sudden and amazing image of a baby suckling her on one of those luscious breasts and blinked.
“Really? Are you staring at my boobs right now?”
“Yes, but in a good and noble way,” I told her.
“Noble?” she asked.
“Yes, you have incredibly noble breasts, Joy. Which you’re presenting in that very noble dress.”
She scowled at me. “W.B., this is serious.”
That was true. About as serious as it got. Which I guess meant I had to ask the big question.
“Joy, have you thought about what you would do if you are pregnant?”
She shook her head. “Are you kidding? It just dawned on me, like, a couple of hours ago it might be a reality. I’ve been too freaked out all night. By the what-if, by you.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You! What if you showed up with one of your blind dates? What if I vomited on your shoes because it made me sick to look at you with another woman? What if you could see how I felt?”
That felt like a good sign. “And how do you feel?”
She slumped against me. Her whole body leaning into me this time. “I think I really like you.”
I sighed and wrapped her in my arms. “Yeah, I think I really like you, too.”
Which really didn’t cover a fraction of my feelings, but anything else might scare her. The last thing she needed on her plate was more to worry about. So I did what I normally do and I came up with a plan.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to show you what making out really means. Then, when the power comes on, we’re going to find the nearest drugstore and buy a couple of tests. And no matter the results, we’ll work through it together.”
“You said you wanted kids,” she said quietly, but with her face pressed into my chest I had a hard time knowing how she meant it. So I answered honestly.
“I did. I do. I want a bunch of them. I wanted to give them everything I didn’t have and I want to be kid again with them. I want to go to water parks and play catch outside and tell them silly dad jokes all day long.”
She lifted her head, and again her eyes narrowed. “You know dad jokes?”
I considered that. “No.”
“Do you know any jokes?”
There was a dirty one about a golf instructor teaching a wife to putt by showing him how she holds her husband’s dick, but I didn’t think that was what she meant.
“Not really.”
“But you would learn some. For your kids.”
Her face softened, and when it did something inside me softened too. Like we were both seeing each other with new eyes. She wasn’t a reminder of my mom. And I wasn’t the stiff asshole who couldn’t handle a porn ornament presentation. We were just two people who really liked each other.
“You said something about teaching me what making out really is?” she asked a little breathlessly.
“Yes,” I muttered, now focusing on her mouth. “But only if you let me get to second base in the process.”
Her lips twitched. “That’s pretty bold considering we’re only fifty feet from a room filled with our coworkers.”
“We’ll be quiet,” I assured her. “I’ll swallow your moans.”
“Oh? Now you think you’re going to make me—?”
I didn’t give her a chance to say another word before I captured her mouth. And just like that, the feel of her mouth under mine brought a rush of heat. Except it was more than that; there was this strange sense of relief. Like I’d been losing her for weeks. Only now I was bringing her back to me. She was here. She was mine.
And she might be carrying my baby.
A fierce wave of protectiveness came over me. Carefully, I pulled her into my lap, loving the feeling of her arms going around my neck. The way she was embracing me, holding me. I had this crazy thought that I hoped the power never came back on, that the doors never opened. That we would be here together in this elevator, just the two of us, forever.
Her full breasts pressed against my chest and I sucked her tongue into my mouth. That’s right. All of this was mine. Her lusciousness, her taste. The way she gave me every part of herself without holding back.
I had a chance at this. I had this slim hope she’d actually forgiven me and that all this warmth and heat could be mine every day.
She pulled away from me and we both panted for air, our foreheads pressed together.
“We should stop,” she said against my mouth.
Except I didn’t want to stop. I only wanted more. All of it. All of her.
“I have a better idea,” I said, swinging her legs off my lap so I could stand. I offered a hand down to her and pulled her up. Clearly confused.
“Do you know something I don’t know about those doors about to open?”
“The doors aren’t going to open. When the power comes back on we’ll just keep descending to the lobby, which will give us ample warning time.”
Her brow
furrowed even as I assessed her dress. The top was formfitting, revealing every curve, but the skirt could easily be hiked her to waist.
“I heard elevator sex is even better than door sex.”
“Oh no,” she said in warning, taking a step back against the wall of the elevator, which was good because that was exactly where I wanted her. “We are not having sex when every single person we work with is just beyond those doors.”
“Of course we’re not going to have actual sex,” I said, even as I moved to slide my hands under her skirt, feeling the soft delicateness of her skin. Bending down so I could caress the back of her knees, I could feel her shiver. “I don’t have a condom, and if you’re not pregnant we don’t want to compound the problem. But there are absolutely no rules that say I can’t give you an orgasm by grinding my cock against your clit until you come.”
She huffed. “W.B., I’m fairly certain that is not going to be possible.”
“Try me.”
I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulling my already stiff cock free. Then I lifted her skirt up and in a single move had her legs wrapped around my waist, her back against the elevator wall. “We should always have sex standing up. It really works for us.”
She giggled, but then stopped when I did exactly what I said I was going to do, which was to crush her panty-covered center with my dick. Glancing down, I couldn’t see anything but the crinoline of her dress, but I imagined the sight of my cock pressed against the wet seam of her pussy and I began to stroke her, slowly at first.
“W.B.,” she said softly.
And for the first time it really didn’t bother me. I made friends call me Dare. I made women I slept with call me baby. Those initials, which I’d made my legal name, were always a reminder of where I came from. Who I came from.
Only that didn’t seem as awful anymore. Like having Joy in my life made me let go of all the bitterness I was holding on to because there was no point to it. Not when I could be happy. Happy with Joy.
“That’s right,” I said, slowly thrusting my hips against hers, even as I nipped at her jawline, bit down on her earlobe. “I don’t get to come inside you. I don’t get to take you hard and deep. You’re panties are silky, though. Not as soft as you, but I can feel you getting wetter. Soaking through them, actually. Do you want me inside? Can you feel it? Because know this, Joy, I won’t stop until you come. Even if the lights do come back on.”
“W.B.,” she whined as if she might be complaining, but I could feel her reaching for me. Feel her arms pulling me closer, her hips pressing against mine.
I dipped my head and ran my tongue along her collarbone, then lower until I was kissing the swells of her breasts over the top of her dress.
“Did you wear this dress to drive me crazy?” I asked, dipping my tongue inside the seam, wondering how far I needed to go to reach her nipple. “Did you think it would be fun for me to watch every man in that room look at you, see what I’d had, what I’d touched? Knowing they would all want you the same way?”
I spread her legs a little further, and with one hand reaching down, I made sure the head of my cock was pressed high against her pussy lips. I shifted the angle of my thrusts. Hammering harder on her clit. I wanted to punish her with pleasure.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” I asked, snapping my hips into her, hoping like hell I could keep control because this wasn’t about me. This was about her.
“There. Oh yes, there,” she whispered.
Knowing I’d found the right spot, I hit it over and over and over. Watched her head turn side to side as if she was fighting something instead of embracing it. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
She started to make a keening noise and I kissed her as promised. Swallowed the sounds of her orgasm into my mouth, my soul. Those were my sounds. Not for anyone else. After a bit, I could feel her breathing calm down.
“Can you stand?”
“I think so,” she mumbled. Slowly I let her legs unwrap from around my waist and waited to move away from her until I could see she was steady on her feet, straightening her skirt as I did.
Then I turned my back to her, tucking my aching cock back inside my boxer briefs. I braced myself against the doors of the elevator, willing control over my body. Soon I would have her. After we got out of here, away from all these people.
If she were pregnant, I would take her without protection. All that slick heat would be wrapped around me again. Gently, I banged my head against the doors. Thoughts of being inside her without a condom weren’t helping me to cool down.
Then I felt the press of her hands against my back.
“That might have been the best non-sex I’ve ever had,” she whispered into my ear. “I didn’t even know that was a thing.”
“Happy to introduce you to dry humping,” I got out hoarsely. Then her hands ran down the suit coat I’d been wearing for the party until they landed just over my belt. While I loved the idea of her touching me in any way, right now I was too volatile. “Honey, I’m going to need a minute. To settle down.”
“Settle down? Why would you want to do that?”
“Because I don’t want to embarrass myself like a teenage boy coming in his pants.”
“You’re right,” she again whispered in my ear. “You don’t want to come in your pants. I’ve got a much, much better place for you to come.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
“How about you come hard in my mouth.”
12
W.B.
The feel of her reaching around to the front of my pants was nearly my undoing. Like a signal of what might actually happen. And the thought of it, Joy on her knees, taking me into her mouth. It was almost too much.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I said.
“Too late. We already let that ship sail. Besides, I’m going to make a pretty safe bet we’re not the only ones who are going to be getting it on at the holiday party. Sophie definitely had ideas in her head.”
“The power could come back on any second. Hmm.” I whimpered when she dipped her hands into my boxer briefs and pulled me free again. Stroking me up and down as she did.
“Turn around.”
I wanted to treat her right. I wanted to be a gentleman. I didn’t want to be the kind of guy who would let his possibly pregnant soon-to-be girlfriend sink to her knees in a public elevator and take him in her mouth.
Except I wasn’t a gentleman. I was a man. Who desperately wanted this woman in any way I could have her.
Turning slowly I pressed my back against the doors and pushed my fingers through my own hair so I wouldn’t be tempted to run them through hers, to guide her in the way I wanted. This was for her to control. Somehow I knew that. I had to let her have the power.
Don’t look down. Don’t look down.
Too late.
I dipped my head and watched as she sank to the carpeted floor of the elevator. Her breasts were nearly heaving out of the dress she wore. She pressed one hand on my thigh and squeezed it. Which somehow I felt in my balls. Then, with her other hand, she guided my cock to her mouth, teasing me brutally by using her tongue to lick the head of it.
I banged my head back against the elevator doors, closing my eyes and fisting a clump of my own hair. Hers to do with as she wished. That’s what I told myself. Which apparently was the slowest kind of torture and pleasure I’d ever known.
She needed to stop. I couldn’t do this. She couldn’t torment the come out of me. I was going to have to take myself in my hand. Give myself the pressure I needed to end this exquisite ride.
But then she started sucking me into her mouth. Pulling me deep inside, while her hand tightened around the base of my cock.
“Yes! Fuck!” I banged my head again. Hard. It was the only way I knew how to control my hips. To stop them from thrusting and forcing her to take more of me than she could handle.
But she could handle a lot. And she was relentless. With the pressure of her
mouth, of her strokes, the teasing of her tongue. She hit the underside of the head of my dick with her tongue and I lost it.
“Joy. Fuck, Joy. I’m going to come. I can’t…”
It was all the warning I had to give her, but it didn’t scare her away. If anything, she sucked me harder and stayed with me while I came in her mouth. My head sank forward and I looked at her then. My possibly pregnant soon-to-be girlfriend, on her knees, licking her lips after having given me the orgasm of my life.
Only comparable to the last one she gave me.
She smiled up at me cheekily. “That was fun.”
“That wasn’t fun,” I groaned. “That was mind-blowing.”
I reached down to help her to her feet. Then she did this crazy intimate thing by tucking my still-sensitive dick back inside my boxer briefs. So carefully and gently, as if it was precious to her. As if I was. She fastened my pants and buckled my belt, and I had this crazy thought that I hoped forty years from now she would do the same for me.
Unable to help myself, I hugged her. Wrapped my arms around her and held as tightly as I could without squeezing her too hard. I felt her arms come around my back as if she understood that this was more than being grateful for an epic blow job. More than want. More than sex.
I couldn’t say how long it was that I held her that way, or that she held me that way. Eventually we heard a beep. And the red emergency light went off replaced by the overhead track lights. I could feel the elevator dip as it started its descent and I knew our time in this tiny bubble was almost over.
Soon the reality of our future was about to hit us. One way or the other.
But I needed her to know that, regardless of the outcome of a test, I wanted her with me. I needed her with me.
I pulled away from her and she dipped her head. “Joy, promise me that this is just the beginning. No matter what.”
She couldn’t look at me so I cupped her cheeks in my hands and raised her face to mine.
“No matter what,” I repeated.
“W.B….”
“Don’t tell me we don’t fit. Don’t tell me we can’t make this work. Because, flat-out, we’re better together. And I don’t mean just sex. Together we helped save Kane Co. Together we figured it out when you sprained your ankle. Together we…might have made a baby.”
