by Amy Isan
“Was it gone?”
“It was diminished.” He squeezed my hands. I felt dizzy from his touch. “But that glow is stronger than ever. It’s maddening really.”
I glowed? Probably one of the most powerful people in the country at the moment was telling me how full of life I was.
“So I wanted to see if you were free tonight...?”
I grinned, remembering that from when he first recaptured me at lunch. “I am, Mr. Evans.”
“Let’s make a date of it then. I’ll go back to the hotel and freshen up a little, and come pick you up around... eight?”
I reached out and grabbed his arm. “How about I come with you and help you freshen up?” I took his hand and put it between my legs, where he immediately took the helm. He pressed his fingers against my clit. My knees shook and I moaned a little louder than I wanted to.
He gave me a look that made me turn to butter. He twitched his fingers a bit more, and I gasped and pushed him away.
With a grin, he answered me: “That could work.”
***
At the hotel, Hugh started working on me in the elevator. He pushed me against the mirrored wall and slipped his hand up my shirt, giving my breast a squeeze.
I moaned, dragging my lip against his ear, tugging with my teeth. He grunted, and worked at undoing my bra.
“Oh my god what if someone gets on?” I gasped.
He turned and pressed the STOP button. “They won’t.”
“Hugh, you’re a bad man,” I whispered, pulling him back to me. He lavished my neck with his lips, dragging them down my chest. He finished unstrapping my bra, pulling it free of my body.
Hugh threw it on the ground. I loved that feeling of exposure. We couldn’t just fuck in the elevator could we?
I dragged my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned my name when I squeezed his cock through his pants, his girth threatening to tear his pants open.
He knelt down and unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down to my knees. I leaned back against the railing in the elevator, my thighs and pussy suddenly chilled with the stagnant air.
He kissed my hips and thighs, only stopping to inhale me deeply. “You smell fantastic,” he mumbled. His voice traveled through my body, sending shivers up my spine.
I grabbed his shoulder, urging him closer to me. I could feel his breath on my wet lips now, that unspeakable anticipation flowing over me. My legs were bound at the knees because of how he had pulled my pants down, but I managed to separate my thighs a little with his help.
He slid his tongue against me, making me squirm. I marveled at the look in the mirror, this handsome man in a business suit eating me out in an elevator. I couldn’t believe it.
His tongue danced against my lips, and he sucked on me, pulling my clit into his mouth just a little. The only thing keeping me in the air was Hugh’s strength, and my ass hanging off the railing. My sweaty back pressed against the cold mirror.
I pushed him deeper into me, biting my lip in the process. I could have screamed into that empty elevator, but god forbid someone was actually expecting it to arrive on whatever floors we were jammed between.
He yanked my pants down to my ankles and slid one leg out, kissing it in the process. Now I could spread out for him as much as he wanted. And he wanted a lot.
He pushed my knees apart almost completely, exposing me to him.
“Mmmm, this is delicious. Do you like being taken advantage of in this elevator, Ms. Winters?” he said, with a smooth growl on his tongue. I only nodded weakly, still swept up in his aggressiveness. If there was something I did learn from him when we were together before, it was to be more aggressive.
He wetted a finger and tickled it against my folds, enticing another groan out of me. “Push it into me, Hugh,” I whispered. He slipped the tip of his finger into my pussy, and put his tongue back on my clit. He wasn’t playing nice, and I didn’t want him to.
He kept my legs from squeezing his head with his free hand, while he slowly curled his finger inside me. I threw my back against the wall, thudding against it with each successive heat wave that burst from me. I felt so wet, so naughty.
He slurped me up, drinking me in. Making me so wet. All that ran through my mind was him inside me, his cock filling me up. He held onto my thigh for balance. I couldn’t believe what he was doing with his tongue and finger, this inexhaustible man thrusting into me with everything he had.
I could feel his sweat against me, yet his rhythm was unfaltering. I braced myself against the railing, gripping it until my knuckles turned white as an orgasm exploded through me. There was no way I didn’t gush all over him, my pussy completely enraptured and taken by him. For anyone else, it might have been enough, but I needed his cock now, I needed to taste it.
I started laughing uncontrollably, my euphoria making me feel high. He caught my chuckle as he stood up. He grinned at me before he wiped his mouth, probably ruining his shirt.
“Oh my fucking god, Hugh,” I finally said. I was catching my breath when he pushed the start button on the elevator again, and it ascended towards his penthouse.
Thankfully, no one needed it, so we were undisturbed for the rest of the ride up. As the doors opened into his room, I took my chance. I pushed him out of the door with both my hands clasped on his collar, his surprise knocking him off balance.
There in the entry way, I took advantage of him. The elevator closed and left us as I ripped his pants open, pulling them down to his knees.
He was braced against a small table that was in the entry way, probably used for keeping mail or keys on. I didn’t really care, I just wanted a chance at his cock.
When I pulled it from his boxers, it was already glistening with precum. I licked my lips and glanced up at him, meeting his dazed eyes.
I slid his cock into my mouth, tasting the proof of his pleasure immediately. I moaned as I took it in, gauging his twitches and groans as signs to not stop.
He put his hand on the back of my head, but I brushed it off; I wanted to be in control. I took him all the way in, tapping my tongue on the underside of his cock as he slid in, meeting the back of my throat. He grunted, his cock twitching inside my mouth.
I sucked on it, trying to suck on him the same way he managed to do me. When I rolled his balls in my hand, he fell against the unsteady table, nearly making it collapse on itself. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked it a little, making sure he grimaced with pleasure each time, and winced in delayed satisfaction.
“Cay, I wanna fuck you,” he mumbled. I answered him by squeezing the base of his dick as hard as possible, before slipping it back against my tongue. “Please,” he begged.
I popped him out of me again, “Not yet,” I said. I ran my tongue from his balls up to the tip, swirling it around it as I took it in again. He took a handful of my hair and jammed his hips into my face, and I didn’t blame him. I was doing a number on him, after all. He started thrusting into me, and I matched his pace.
“Don’t cum yet, we’re not done.”
I ran my hand up his stomach and chest, admiring his chiseled body. It felt like my thighs were slick with excitement, and I was beginning to lose control of myself too.
His tongue rippled against mine, he caught me by surprise by picking me up with one quick motion.
I gasped as he took me into his bedroom, his pants dragging behind him. He threw me onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Soon I was completely naked, ready for him to fuck me until I was raw.
I watched as he finished stripping down, and he climbed onto the bed. He lavished me, immediately falling to my chest and kissing me there, cupping my breast. I moaned as he sucked on my nipples, making sure to treat them both equally.
I burned for him, my insides feeling hot to his touch. I wanted him, I needed him. “Hugh, come here,” I said. I motioned for him, grabbing his ass and bringing him to me.
I laid down on my back, and our eyes were locked as he s
cooted closer to me. The tip of his cock brushed my wet lips, and I held his ass as he pushed into me, one inch at a time.
It didn’t take much, we were both soaked and ready. His face contorted and he moaned as his cock dipped into me. “Just hold it here for a moment,” I whispered, “Please.” I held him in with my gentle touch. He pulled out a condom he had retrieved from his suit pocket.
“Good idea,” I admitted. He slipped out and slipped it on, and then pushed back into me. I felt a fire grow in my eyes. He looked divine, and he could no longer control himself. He started thrusting into me, and my body coiled around him, my legs and arms clasped against his dewy skin.
His scent of manliness reached me, and I moaned louder. I threw myself off of him and against the pillows, trying to focus on and capture that point, that point where I could just stay all night, locked in pleasure and ecstasy. I wanted that.
“Hugh, don’t stop,” I cried out.
“Caitlin! Oh my god!” he screamed. He started bucking wildly, and there was no way he’d last long now.
“Hugh, fuck me, oh shit!” He pounded me, and I caught that point, and focused on it. I brought myself to it, feeling a warm wave of heat growing in me, filling my pussy. His cock throbbed in me, and he let out a guttural roar.
“Caitlin, I — marry me,” he breathed, slamming his hips into me. I grew wide-eyed. It was exactly what I needed to push over the edge. I screamed as my orgasm overtook me, throwing me into a world I barely recognized. I thrashed and my sticky skin kept the sheets stuck to me. My pussy felt like it was seizing up.
He leaned onto me and held me tight, letting me fight my way through it. “Holy shit,” was all I could muster. My voice trailed off and I started panting, completely blown away.
The sounds of our breathing filled the room, that hot sweaty smell of sex lingering in the air. I held him against my chest, holding my hand against his sweat-dampened hair. Just letting him lie there, letting me stay with him.
“Yes! Hugh, Yes!” I whispered to him. He squeezed me tighter than he ever had, and thanked god he had met me.
I felt like I should be the one giving thanks.
***
We laid there for a while, just catching our breath. Finally, he started to sit up, and I caught him.
“Did you propose to me? Like, was that real?”
He blushed, “It was to me. Was your answer real?”
I nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Yes, yes, yes it was.” My ears burned, I couldn’t believe it. “I just — I’m really surprised...”
“Sorry it wasn’t more... formal.”
“I don’t like it being formal anyway... it doesn’t feel as organic, as right.”
“I knew as soon as I saw you again, I had to marry you, Caitlin.” He stood up and looked at me, seemingly pleased with himself. “You had to be my wife.”
“It doesn’t sound like I get a lot of choice in the matter,” I teased him.
He shook his head, “It’s always been your choice. You’ve completely changed my life in the last couple months. A complete turn around.” He leaned down and picked up his suit jacket. He started rummaging in the pockets.
I thought about it, and realized he had really been the main focus of mine too, the main instigator that shoved me forward. I ultimately took control, but he helped get me started.
He was turned away from me when he dropped his jacket back to the floor. “I was going to ask you at dinner tonight, but since things don’t always work out, well... you have to be flexible.”
He turned around and went down on one knee. He was still naked, but he held a small box in his hand me.
“I want to keep that energy and life going, I don’t want to spend another year away from you. Every year I want to grow, to change, with you, Caitlin Winters.” He popped the box open, revealing a triple-studded diamond ring. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t stop myself from gasping at how it glowed in the light. I was sprawled on the bed, my legs out from under me.
He smiled. “Will you marry me?”
I nodded, tears filling my eyes without my permission. “Yes, Hugh, yes I will!” He turned the box and took the ring out. I presented him with my hand, and he slipped the ring on. It was a perfect fit.
My tears broke and ran down my face, there was no stopping it. I looked at him and laughed with happiness. He sat down next to me, clearly relieved at my answer.
“You’ll make me the luckiest man in the world, Caitlin.” I teared up, too overcome.
“If there was anything you could have right now, what would it be?” he asked me.
I didn’t even need to think, I already knew the answer. “Room service would really tie this all together, not to mention staying here tonight, with you.” He reached down to grab his clothes, and I grabbed his wrist. “Naked.”
He grinned, and kissed me, pushing me back against the sheets. My ring caught on the fabric, something I was going to have to get used to.
The day couldn’t have been more perfect.
Chapter 13
I woke up the next morning feeling satisfied and full of excitement. For a brief moment, I forgot that I was at the hotel, and seeing the empty food service cart reminded me of one more thing.
My ring.
I had slept with it, as it only seemed fitting to wear it through the night. It wasn’t too extravagant, but just the right size that I always thought I might have. The light filtering through the blinds made the three diamonds shine. Hugh was still asleep next to me, but I couldn’t contain my excitement.
I grabbed my phone and called Aaron. As the phone rang, I realized how early it was. Good thing it was the excited-early in the morning, not the I’m-in-jail-early in the morning.
He picked up, his voice sounding strained and edgy. “Hello?”
“Hey Aaron, It’s Cat.” I bit my lip, in an attempt to keep my mouth shut for that much longer.
“What’s going on? You know how early it is?”
“It’s only seven AM, Aaron, let’s not be ridiculous. I called with good news.”
I felt Hugh stir next to me. I guess I could have been a bit more quiet. I’m sure he wouldn’t protest to me being excitable about last night. His hand moved and grazed me, trying to touch me. His eyes were still shut.
“I got engaged last night.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Aaron started. His voice immediately lifted, and I heard him sit up. “To who?”
“Who else? Hugh.”
“He’s in town? You didn’t even tell me!”
“I didn’t want to spoil it.” I smiled a little, and looked at him. Hugh’s eyes were open now, and he looked pleased with himself. I leaned over him and kissed his head.
“You knew he was going to propose to you?” Aaron's voice was a bit excitable now, which made me feel relieved. “No, of course not.” I touched Hugh’s hair.
“Wow, I’m just — amazed.”
“You should be, you’re the first to know.”
“Caitlin...” Aaron's voice trailed off, “that — means a lot.” He paused. “Not even your parents?”
“Not yet. I think we’ll see them later today.”
“Thanks for waking me up. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go to back to sleep now,” he chided me. “Do you know when the date will be?”
“No idea,” I looked at Hugh, who heard his question. He shrugged.
“So no shotgunning it huh?”
“Well,” I ruffled his hair, and he chuckled a little. “I can’t make any promises.” I was just full of smiles, and running on giddiness.
Aaron laughed, “I guess I’ll find out. Congratulations, and tell Hugh I’m happy he finally caught you.”
“I think I caught him really. Have a good day Aaron, I’ll talk to you later.”
“Cool, bye-bye.” Aaron hung up. I turned to Hugh, and let the phone slip out of my hand to the sheets.
He growled, reaching around me and pulling me close to him. I mock-gasped at him, and we kisse
d. We were still naked, and I thought about one way we could spend the morning.
“It’s still pretty early to be going to your parents’ house,” he said. “I just think maybe we should let them sleep in a little.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “But that doesn’t mean we have to sleep, do we?”
I traced my finger around his chest, circling his pectorals. He growled at me, pawing at my legs and making me more excited.
“We might as well get clean while we’re at it,” I said. He nodded, and started to climb out of bed. I followed him into the bathroom, where the tile was familiar to me, and the steam wouldn’t be the only thing getting hot that morning.
“We can pick up my dad so he can finally meet your parents.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded excitedly. “But not for a few hours...”
He shot me a mischievous glance. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
About a half hour later, we pulled into my parents’ house with Sam in tow. Hugh’s dad was almost jumping off the walls of the car he was so excited.
“Come on, let’s get going!” He pushed open the car door and hopped out. Hugh and I raced to keep up with him as he reached the front door.
He gave it two hard knocks. Hugh and I looked at each other and tried to keep straight faces.
My mom answered the door, smiling as soon as she recognized us.
“Hello! Caitlin? Don’t you have a key?”
I blushed, “I forgot it in the excitement.”
“The excitement?” She invited us in, and led us to the living room.
Hugh introduced his dad to my parents, who seemed very pleased to finally meet him. When we were all settled on the couch, I held up my left hand.
“Hugh and I are engaged!”
My dad laughed loudly, and he ended up coughing and wheezing to catch his breath. “I had a feeling something was up. That’s amazing! When did this happen?”
“Last night. It was completely spontaneous.”
“I’m speechless, Cat!” my mom said. She was already crying with joy, and I really wasn’t ready to break down again. My mom and dad hugged me, holding me tight.
