“I do, but I also don’t care, Reece. Everything that happened before this damn elevator stopped moving was out of our control. It’s time for you and me to make our own decisions.”
God, I love this woman.
“Hang on a second let me get my jacket for you to lie on,” I say, trying to lift her off my lap, but she wasn’t joking when she said she wanted to take control of things because she stays right where she is. Unflinching.
Her reply is to take the condom out of my hand only to lift it up to that sweet mouth of hers where she puts it between her teeth. Her stare lasered in on me making sure I don’t miss a beat of her actions. She’s taking control of the situation. Her own life. Us.
Lifting up she pulls the front of my pants down along with my briefs. She pulls out my raging length that feels like it has a heartbeat of its own with the way it’s pulsing with need to be inside her. “I’ve waited twelve years for this, and I just don’t have any more patience. At least not enough to make it nice. Just give me this and then next time we’ll make it nice.” Her fingers seductively push the condom on and if she keeps this up things will be over long before they begin. “You okay with that?”
My hand stops hers from its leisurely caresses. “As long you mean this. I’m not willing to do this if there is any risk at all that I might lose my second chance with you. This is real to me, Rachel. I’m not horny. I’m possessed. Possessed by you. Heart and soul. Please tell me you get that?”
“Just give me this and I promise I’ll give you everything.”
My heart is so damn full. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in my lap. I can’t believe this is happening.
Not waiting on my reply, she lifts back up and pulls her panties to the side before she slides onto me, effectively taking the air from my lungs and feeling better than anything has ever felt.
So warm.
So wet.
So tight.
So perfect.
Reaching under her dress my hands cup her ass, but I don’t try to take control of our rhythm. This is for her. Yes, I’m enjoying every second, but she needs to set the pace. Take control. Feel her power.
I am not ashamed to admit this beautiful woman has always held all the power when it comes to the two of us. I would do anything in this world to make her happy and if riding me in a dark elevator hundreds of feet above the ground is what does it, so be it.
She’s taking her time, which is just fine by me. Not sure how long I’ll last after all this time but I’m doing my best to follow her lead and let her find just the right rotation and tilt of her hips. It’s worth the wait when she finds that magic spot because the purr that comes out of her has the sex-starved man in me wanting to throw her to the floor and take her hard and fast. But again, I restrain myself, not even letting my hands stray from her ass because this is about so much more than me getting off.
Her purr turns to a whimper and she leans forward resting her forehead against mine holding my face in her hands and the move has all of the love that I’ve been pushing down for over a decade filling me. The lost boy who’s been floundering around inside of me all of these years has found his way home once again.
I feel her tighten around me and I know she’s getting close. Finally getting out of my head and letting myself feel every glorious pulse as she gives herself to me, it feels as though we’ve done this a million times. Like we know each other’s bodies by heart. Somehow we both come together, our moans and gasps for air bouncing off the elevator walls are a sound unlike anything I have ever heard. Music to my ears. Something I know I’ll play on repeat over and over and over again for the rest of my life.
Still letting her lead, I don’t speak when she leans forward resting her forehead against mine. Her breaths are heavy as she comes down from her high. Who would have thought I would ever be close enough to her to feel her breath on my skin again. To hold her in my arms. To feel her come apart in pure ecstasy with me inside her.
I never want the moment to end and I make no moves continuing to let her take the lead. Not only to drag out the moment but also because I’m scared shitless. What if she comes to her senses and regrets what just took place between the two of us? What if this was just some sort of revenge sex to get back at her father and now that it’s out of her system, I might be as well.
“I can’t believe we’ve missed out on twelve years of that.” She breathes against my face.
The tension of waiting for the aftermath cautiously begins to fade and my grip on her ass loosens. I was holding on for dear life and if I were a betting man, I would put my money on the fact that they’d be able to lift my prints off her skin in the morning.
Finally finding the bravery to take a bit of the lead for myself I let go of her and replace my grip with a gentle massage. Wanting to touch all of her I settle on bringing my hands over her thighs and then follow her silhouette over her tight dress. Feeling my way up her body, trailing my fingers over her ribs to her perfect breasts. Her dress only has one shoulder to it, leaving one of her breasts easily accessible when I pull down the silky fabric so that her nipple is exposed. I may not be able to see it but there is no denying the hardness of her nipple when my tongue flicks over the top of it and her gasp fills the space around us.
Still semi-hard and still inside of her, my dick begins to get even harder when her reaction to me taking her nipple between my teeth is to instantaneously clench around me. She pulses once again when I suck and kiss the sting of my bite away. Her hips ever so slightly begin rocking back and forth and my hands are back on her ass, only this time I’m dictating the rhythm.
Releasing her breast. I nibble my way up over her sternum to her glowing neck. My hands lifting her up and down my cock as she whimpers. We’re moving harder and faster this time, but luckily I come to my senses. I don’t have any more condoms.
“Rach, wait.”
“What’s wrong?” She’s breathless. I’ve interrupted her lust filled fog.
“Nothing's wrong, but I only have the one condom.”
Sounding dejected she pouts. “Oh.”
“Don’t worry. We aren’t done, Mouse,” I promise, lifting her off my lap. When I say we aren’t done I hope she knows I mean that in more ways than one.
Quickly discarding the condom, I put myself together as best I can and search the darkness for my blazer. My hand hits the bag of party favors and I push it out of the way until it lands against the wall where I find my jacket. Crawling around on my knees I can feel the sting of the rough elevator carpet through my pants. I can’t imagine what her legs are going to look like when we get out of here.
I make my way to the center of the elevator and lay the blazer out on the ground, throwing the pack of cigars over my shoulder. I couldn’t care less where they end up. When I look up and find her sitting and watching me, I swear to God I’m in the presence of a living breathing goddess. Her back pressed against the wall, her hair is mussed, her lips swollen from our kisses, the glow around her neck just enough to illuminate her perfect breast that is still hanging out of her dress. One leg is bent allowing her elbow to rest on it while she rests her head in her hand.
“Rach...I think you...right there...like that...is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” I’m in front of her when the last words come out of my mouth and I take her in a kiss that soon has her moans reverberating through my entire body. Finally allowing myself to break our kiss I go in search of her hand not holding her head up to pull her toward my open jacket causing her to smile, suddenly acting shy and biting her lower lip when my fingers follow the path of her arm to find her hand under her dress.
Stunned, yet turned on beyond any wild fantasy I could have ever conjured up, I let her know I’m taking control with one simple move. Removing her delicate fingers, I lift them to my mouth, taking my time with the two that had been hard at work and cleaning them off making a deliberate show of it.
Her mouth hangs open, but she doesn’t speak, our roles reversing.
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br /> Replacing her fingers with mine, I run them up and down her wetness and her bent leg falls to the side allowing me more access. “Baby, you aren’t going to come again without me getting to feel every moment of it with you.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me either,” I say before I put my fingers in my mouth tasting her once again. “Come here.”
Finding her hands in the darkness is as easy as taking in air. I would find her anywhere no matter how thick the blackness. I pull her toward my jacket, and she shuffles along after me on her knees. “This carpet has to be tearing up your legs.”
“Don’t care,” she says with no laughter in her voice laying down on my waiting jacket.
Her hair fans out beneath her while the glow around her neck gently illuminates her face and she looks like an angel. A very naughty angel. There’s something about the way she willing lay down, essentially offering herself to me. I’m overcome with a sudden surge of possessiveness coursing through my veins. It’s so all-consuming, I know I will never let this woman go again.
She’s watching me in anticipation of what’s to come as I settle next to her on my side, resting my head in my hand. I can’t help but draw things out. To make our own kind of visit to the mile high club last. We may not be a mile up, but I swear I’m higher than the clouds in the Vegas sky.
God, I hope the power doesn’t come back anytime soon.
“You know when I knew you were the one for me?” I lean in to kiss her just as her head ever so slightly shakes back and forth. “Well, I had been head over heels for you our entire lives, but there was a definite moment when I knew I would never love another woman as much as I loved you.”
I pepper her face with kisses while my free hand wipes a renegade tear from her face.
“Junior year,” I say, resting my head back in my hand and watching my finger as it glides down the side of her neck, feeling her eyes on me, wanting me to go faster. “It was the night we went to watch the planes take off.”
She smiles because she knows this story well, but she doesn’t know it from my point of view.
“We thought we were all settled in for a serious night of making out when not five minutes after driving past the no trespassing sign we were lit up by red and blue lights. I couldn’t believe our bad luck. The mayor's daughter and the police chief's son busted making out on private property. I know worse things had happened, but all I could think was that your dad was gonna kill me when he found out.”
Her giggle causes her breast to move, catching my attention. I had every intention of taking my time with my touches, but her nipple is practically calling my name, so I indulge myself and take it into my mouth. She grips my hair begging me not to stop but I have a story to tell. I let my tongue slowly circle her hard bud and then get back to my story.
“Those cops weren’t playing around and even though they were just messing with us, they had us cuffed quick. You tried your damnedest to sweet talk them, trying to play all innocent. They didn’t fall for it, but I sure did. When you didn’t get your way and they put us in the back of the squad car you had the nerve to ask them if they had a light. Rach, we were in the back of a police car and you had me laughing my ass off. I should have been worried about going to jail or our dads finding out, but you asking them for a light when you had never even thought about smoking a cigarette, was too much. You were so ballsy. You didn’t give a shit.”
My finger is circling her nipple as I take us on our walk down memory lane. I can feel each breath she takes and when she laughs out loud when I remind her of her courage, or maybe it was stupidity that night, her entire body shakes and I get to hear a sound I have heard only on rare occasions in the last decade and it sounds good.
“I’m not sure what it was,” I say, my fingers leaving one last circle around her breast and following the path of her body in the dark. Letting the feel of her quivering body lead the way. When I reach the hem of her silky black dress, I keep talking at the same time pulling the material up, tickling her thighs with my fingers relishing in the feel of her naturally opening her legs for me in the hopes I’ll take my journey to a certain somewhere I fully intend to explore.
“There was some sort of crazy freedom in your eyes and it wasn’t just the blue lights from the top of the squad car. There we were, cuffed and in the back of a cop car and I was too busy watching your wild streak shine to worry about going to jail. When you turned to me and seriously suggested we make a run for it with a sparkle in your eyes, it hit me hard.” I lift my hand from her thigh and place my closed fist over my heart to emphasize my meaning. “I went from being a teenager in love for the first time to a person who knew he would never love like this ever again.”
“Reece,” she whispers while tears stream down her cheeks.
Not wanting our little story-time to lose its focus, I return to her thighs and just as my fingertips find the lace she was hoping I would finally get to, I remind her I’m still running round two.
“Shh...I’m still telling my story.” She smiles and even with only the pink glow from her necklace, I watch the mischievous sparkle in her eyes turn to lust the second my thumb hits that magic spot that fills our tiny space with her gasps only to have her moans of pleasure bouncing off the glass walls when two of my fingers enter her warmth, moving in and out at my own pace. Ignoring her moving her hips to control the rhythm.
“Reece…”
“Like I was saying. You said we should run for it while the officers were outside doing whatever it was they were doing to pass the time while they tried to scare us, but the only thing I was afraid of was the moment ending.” Increasing my pace, my thumb massaging her in just the right way on just the right spot, our eyes are locked while she takes in the emotion of my story and the onslaught of her impending climax. “We were breaking the rules, laughing our asses off and all the while you were stealing my heart for good.”
“Reece…I’m...I’m gonna…”
“Let me feel it, Rachel.” She writhes on my hand and as hard as I am, my erection isn’t what matters right now. This is all about her.
Arching her back, her breast is lifted as if she were presenting it to me on a silver platter and there is no resisting taking it into my mouth. My tongue swirls around her nipple sending her over the edge. She falls apart, because of me, and damn does that feel good. No man will ever make her feel this way again if I have anything to say about it. I slow things down bringing her back to earth. I can’t wait to do this again when I can really see her and not just glimpses of her expressions from the iridescent light around her neck.
She lets out one last little whimper when I remove my fingers. I hate that I can’t see her, so I let my fingers do the walking and I slip my hand further up her dress. Leaving a trail of her wetness over her pelvis finding my way over her rib cage and eventually her other neglected breast.
She turns on her side, causing me to have to move my hand to her hip. “Did you really mean what you said?” I don’t need to see her eyes to know the mood has changed to something more serious, the tone in her voice making it clear. Making a move to remove my hand from underneath her dress so she understands I don’t have a one-track mind she stops me. “Please don’t stop touching me. Not yet.”
Oh, God. This woman is going to be the death of me. She has no idea how deep my feelings for her go.
CHAPTER 8
Rachel
“Rachel, I meant every single word.”
The warmth of his hand on my skin is at once exhilarating and comforting. Reece is a grown man, who makes me feel so much more than we did as teenagers, yet he is once again providing me the comfort he always did as a boy. I know we’re trapped in an elevator, and the situation is somewhat dire and maybe I’m naïve, but for some reason, I still trust him. Even though he has no reason to trust me. I have no clue how he could still feel anything for me.
“But I’ve been a spoiled child. For the last twelve years, I’ve treated you horribly. How could you
possibly still care about me?”
“Listen, Mouse. You weren’t the only person who was hurt that day. Not only did it kill me to lose you, but to know I had hurt you like I did, I deserved it. At first, everyone said you were only being so cruel because you still loved me. After a few years, I think everyone else figured it was more than that and that your hate was the real deal. For me, what got me through, was your visceral reaction to me. The fact that year after year, I was still worth the effort for you to openly despise gave me hope that there was still something there.”
“But I was such a bitch.”
“You were.” The purple hue on his face is just bright enough for me to see the corner of his lips turn upward.
“Thanks for agreeing with me so easily,” I huff on a laugh.
“I told myself if I ever got the chance to be in your life again, I would always tell you the truth. No matter how bad it might hurt.”
I’m not sure why, but sitting up for my next question is needed, so I do just that.
“Is there still a part of you that feels the way you did in the back of that cop car?”
“No.” My heart sinks to my stomach and suddenly I want nothing more than to flee from this gilded cage we’re stuck in. My heart is breaking again until he pulls on my hand so I lay down with him. With the sudden onslaught of my despair, I’m weak enough to allow myself to lie with him. He’s flat on his back and my head is on his shoulder, his arms around me.
“I’m sorry, I was being silly to think there was still something of what we had left,” I manage to say with what little bit of breath I have left in me after his honest reply to my question.
“You didn’t let me finish, Mouse.” It’s hard to hear him over the sound of my thunderous, traitorous heart, but thank God, I do. “You asked me if a part of me still felt the way I did that night, and the answer is no, because all of me still feels the same way about you.”
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