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Elevator
By
Celeste St.Cyr
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Elevator by Celeste St.Cyr
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Copyright© 2007 Celeste St.Cyr
ISBN: 978-1-60435-017-3
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Elevator
By
Celeste St.Cyr
Elevator
Helen Harris reached out and punched the call button for the elevator. Stepping back, she checked her watch. Late, noted. Well after one in the morning. She was running a little late in getting home tonight. Hadn't meant to, but car trouble had delayed her.
Nervous, she checked her reflection in the shiny elevator doors. She had dressed somewhat daringly this evening in a short skirt, low cut blouse and high sandals. The skirt showed off her long tanned legs to good advantage. The light rose shade of her blouse perfectly complemented the blonde highlights in her long hair, worn up in a chignon this evening. Her cheeks, naturally rosy, needed no blush, and she'd worn only the barest hint of gloss on her lips. Overall, she looked smashing, dressed to impress.
The party ushering her father into retirement had gone off without a hitch. Come Monday morning, she would step up as the new CEO of Harris Enterprises, one of the largest real estate developers in the country.
Thirty-seven. Successful. The world at her feet.
What more could a woman want? At the moment, a lift to her apartment would be welcome. A chilled bottle of wine and a long hot bath would be the perfect way to end the evening.
Where's that elevator? She thought, punching the button again.
A moment later, the light indicating the elevator had reached the first floor came on, the twin doors swooshing open. No one exited. At this late hour, it was very rare to find anyone out and about. However, there was one person in the elevator.
Helen's gaze raked over the man as she stepped inside. Her heart pounded deliciously when she took in every inch of him. She liked what she saw in this piece of eye candy. Tall, rangy and muscular, he was all angular features and testosterone. His clothes were shabby chic; faded black jeans, Metallica tee-shirt and heavy leather lace-up biker style boots. He'd cut the sleeves off his shirt, clearly proud to show off his collection of tattoos. A mass of chains hung from his belt. One of the chains held a circle of keys, giving him complete access to the entire place. Dark blond hair brushed his shoulders, a style that set him apart from the normally clean cut men who lived in the building. Deep brown eyes peered over an unshaven jaw. Leaning back against the railing, he looked like a large bear, wary and ready to pounce at any time.
The new maintenance man, her mind filled in. Oh, how delicious. I could eat him up and go back for a second helping. She shook her head slightly, banishing the thought. Still, a slight smile brushed her lips.
He smiled. “How you doing this evening, ma'am?"
Helen smiled back. “Fine, thanks, uh ... Steve, isn't it?"
Startled by her intense attraction to the stranger, she turned her back on him and reached out, choosing the button to the floor she needed. Behind her, the man stood three feet away, but she could feel his presence. Annoyingly, her heart pounded. Her nipples hardened, deliciously rasping against the soft silk of her bra. Between her legs, she could feel herself growing moist. Easy to imagine the muscular planes of his body pressed against her own.
Helen heard him shift, felt him step up behind her. The barest whisper of his hot breath brushed the nape of her neck.
"That's a nice perfume you're wearing,” he murmured in a low sultry tone.
Without turning, she said, “Thanks. It's my favorite. Vanilla musk."
"Nice.” The single word was a sexy rumble. He was standing so close now; she felt his warm breath caress her bare nape. “You look sexy tonight."
Licking dry lips, she almost jumped when his fingers brushed the nape of her neck.
"You like what you see?” she asked breathlessly, wondering if her heart would burst out of her chest. She should put a stop to this flirtation immediately, but she didn't want to. It was too much fun to have a sexy stranger making time with her between floors. The ride would soon be over. Then she'd step out and walk away, leaving him behind.
"Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “And I'd like to explore it a little more.” His hands slid down her shoulders, down her back to cup her ass cheeks. He leaned in closer to her body, squeezing her firmly. “A woman who wears a skirt like this is just begging to get fucked."
Helen's tongue snaked out, tracing her lips, wetting them. The instant pleasure of his touch startled her; gentle, caressing. Her head was spinning. She liked the fluttery feelings that spread through her body. “Bet I don't have to beg you to do the job,” she shot back boldly.
"No, ma'am,” he murmured. His hands moved to her waist. He pulled her back, shifting his hips against her ass. His cock was rock hard, ready for action. She could feel his erection pressing between the crack of her ass. “Always ready to help a lady out."
Helen closed her eyes, feeling the heat from his hand seep through the silky material of her skirt. Her breathing came a little faster. She started to grind her ass back against him. His hands moved to her front, one pressing against her flat belly, the other moving to cup her breast. A small gasp escaped her lips when his fingers began to pull at her erect nipple through the material of her blouse and bra.
"You can help me out by screwing me until I scream.” She pushed back harder against him, moving her arms under his and grabbing his hips.
"Whatever you say, baby."
"Where?” she asked, desperate to have him.
"Here,” he said. “Now.” Suddenly, he pulled away, reaching out to punch the EMERGENCY STOP button. The elevator lurched to a halt between floors. Reaching for the key that controlled the elevator, he shoved the key into the lock, twisting it as he shot her an evil grin. “I don't think anyone will be bothering us for awhile."
Helen nodded stupidly. What was she thinking, letting a strange man make love to her in an elevator between floors? Still, there was nothing she could do. He had the master key.
Taking her arm, he pushed her back against the far wall. His hand moved to his back pocket, taking something out. Her eyes widened when he produced a pair of handcuffs.
"What are you doing?” she breathed when he slid one of the cuffs around her wrist. The heat of anticipation suffused her body. She didn't try very hard to pull away.
"Maki
ng it more interesting.” Looping the cuffs between the elevator's rail guard, he pulled her free hand behind her and clamped the cold steel shut. Arms securely behind her, she was trapped to the railing at his mercy.
"Someone could need the elevator at any minute,” she started to say. What if they got caught? Strangely, the idea intrigued her; the danger of getting caught any moment was an exciting one.
He gave her a lazy smile. “They can take the stairs. Besides, it's late and I think we'll be left alone for a little while.” He chuckled knowingly. His gaze grazed her body, lingering on the silky material of her bra peeking out beneath her blouse. She held her breath, yearning for his touch. When his palms covered her breasts, she gasped from the pleasure, her body arching against the railing as she closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations of lust stabbing at her sex.
Slowly, teasing her, he began to undo the pearly buttons on her blouse, uncovering her sexy bra. Briefly, he fingered the lacy covering, then slid his fingers into one cup and peeled it down to expose her left breast. He teased her nipple, thumb circling the pink aureole. The tip hardened under his touch, growing instantly erect. Fingers flexing open and shut behind her back, Helen moaned. She was helpless to stop him.
"Looks like someone's a little horny,” he said. Sticking a finger in his mouth, he sucked on it, making it wet. He then brought it to her nipple, rubbing his saliva around the hard nubbin. A shiver ran through her body when he leaned over and blew on her hot, wet skin. She could feel the ache between her legs; feel herself grow slick and wet.
He lowered his head and kissed her breast, circling his tongue closer to her thrusting nipple. When his mouth covered the nipple and suckled, she almost exploded from the pleasure. Against her sensitive nipple, his tongue felt like warm satin, sucking gently, then harder. After a moment, he eased down the other cup of her bra. He slicked the tip of his tongue over it before pulling it deeply into his mouth. Sucking hungrily, he pinched the other roughly, causing her to cry out lightly in response.
"Damm it,” she gasped. “That feels so good."
He let the nipple slowly slip from his mouth. “You like that?"
"Oh, yes,” she moaned.
He smiled. “I bet your pussy's just dripping by now.” He slid his hand over her belly, pulling up her skirt and pushing his hand roughly between her thighs.
Helen caught her breath in anticipation. Her tongue rasped against dry lips. “Yesss...” More words were beyond her grasp. She was too damn turned on to think straight.
Steve placed his fingertips against her crotch, rubbing through her thong. The warmth of his fingers combined with the silky material created a friction designed to send a woman straight into the stratosphere.
Moaning softly, Helen spread her legs wider. A silent plea.
He smiled. “You're one hot bitch.” He stroked his fingers up and down, making sure she felt every lush caress.
Her body shuddered and she tried to push her crotch against his hand. “A horny one,” she bit out. She lost the rest of her thoughts in the sheer glory of the sensations his touch evoked. Another few minutes of this intense torment and she'd go insane from erotic madness.
"Slow down,” he murmured. Giving her a lazy smile, he pressed his fingers firmly against her clit and stroked harder.
Helen shivered, pressing her body back against the railing. “I can't,” she gasped. “I'm so hot I can barely take it."
Strong fingers made slow delicious circles. “Oh, you'll take it all right."
Helen rolled her hips against his hand. “Go ahead,” she said hoarsely. “Make me."
Sliding aside her panties, Steve moved his finger along her silky slit before dipping it into her. The closed atmosphere was redolent with the musky scent of her sex. The cuffs were biting into her wrists as she twisted her hands, desperately trying to free them so she could touch him. Her nipples jutted, hard and flushed. She wanted him to capture her in the brawny cage of his arms, ravish her like a barbarian conqueror until she screamed from the sheer pleasure.
Helen's need shifted down into overdrive. Time to take a little control. “You're all tease,” she gasped out. “I want to see you put your tongue into action."
Steve flashed her a pirate's grin, full of wicked intent. “Hmm. Someone's getting bossy.” He pretended to think.
Kissing his way down her stomach, he went on his knees in front of her. “Something like this?” Pushing up her skirt, he caught the elastic band in his teeth, easing her panties down over her hips. He helped her step out of them, tossing them aside.
Helen grinned. “You're getting warmer."
Steve chuckled. “Oh, I have a feeling you're a lot more than warm.” He ruffled her neatly trimmed bush and parted her labia. With a rumble of hunger, his mouth claimed her sex.
Helen groaned, grasping the railing. She tried to grind against his face. “God, yes,” she moaned. She lifted her left leg, hooking it over his shoulder. His hands moved under her ass, bracing her body and tilting her up so that she was in the perfect position to be licked all over. His tongue moved up and down between her swollen lips, teasing her clit with maddening flicks. Her creamy juices drenched his face as he turned his head to suck one of her inner lips into his mouth before he slipped his tongue into her opening. The tip of his tongue circled her most sensitive spot for a second, and then he pushed it deeper into her. Her thighs tightened against his head when he squeezed her ass cheeks, his mouth working magic.
"Don't stop,” she cried out, voice quivering.
"Come for me, baby,” he ordered, slipping two fingers back inside her.
Helen bit her lip. Her body set to trembling uncontrollably as the orgasm coiled its way up her spine. Closing her hands around the railing, she held on for dear life. Whimpering, climax washed through her, an uncontrollable tide of lust.
When it was over, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall, her bare breasts rising and falling. Aftershocks pulsed through her.
Steve continued to tease her sex until her body went limp.
Helen shuddered against the onslaught of sensations. Dazed and overwhelmed, desire fisted her in its unrelenting grip. “Oh, God,” she whispered, breath rasping over dry lips. “I can't take much more."
He climbed to his feet. His cock was hard against his jeans, straining for release. “We're not done yet.” He grinned as he unbuttoned his jeans, taking his time to free his erection.
One hand circling her hips, he pressed his cock against her stomach letting her feel its length, its hardness. Taking his penis in his other hand, he began to stroke it, bringing his fist up to the large purple head, then back down. The wanting, the needing was driving her wild, yet he was holding back, making her wait. Leaning forward, his mouth captured hers, his tongue snaking between her lips. She took his kiss greedily, inhaling her scent, tasting her own creamy juices.
"Hurry up,” she demanded in a breathy voice. “I can't wait much longer."
Steve's mouth moved from hers to her cheek, then her jaw, to her ear. He nipped at the soft pink of her throat, tasting her. “Beg for it, baby,” he purred in her ear.
The nip of his teeth made her jolt against him. “Fuck me,” she whimpered. “I need you inside me, please."
Sliding one hand under her hip, he lifted her leg to curl around his waist as he laced the head of his cock against her slit. Pushing gently, his cock slowly disappeared into the depths of her cunt. The deeper he pushed, the more she could feel him throbbing inside her. A cry escaped her lips when he rammed his hips up against her, his erection slamming against the walls of her vagina with incredible force. Leaning into her, he pressed her back against the elevator wall, pumping her hard.
"Is this what you want?” he growled in her ear. “A hard cock pounding your cunt until you scream with pleasure?"
His rough words turned her on even more. “Don't stop now!” she cried, throwing back her head and letting out a cry that would have brought the whole building running h
ad the tenants been able to hear. “Give me everything you can!"
Her words seemed to fill his head. He moaned as he pumped into her, quickening his pace, then slowing down, teasing her with a few slow strokes before he'd ram hard again. She was gasping for air, her hands clenched tightly around the elevator's railing, her hips grinding against his. Each deep thrust seemed to reach clear up into the back of her throat. Absolute blinding pleasure hovered at the edge of her senses, just out of her reach.
Damn. Talk about penetration.
"Shit, you're tight.” He caught his breath and thrust even harder. His body suddenly stiffened. Grunting, he gave one final jab, his body tensing as hot semen filled her.
At the same moment, a wave of sheer pleasure dimmed her senses. She whimpered helplessly, caught in the whirlwind of pure euphoric sensation. Climax was her addiction. Better than any drug, higher than any high.
Delicious aftershocks rippled through her. She felt deliciously liquid, as though rich warm chocolate pulsed through her veins.
Neither said a word as their bodies broke apart.
Steve straightened his jeans, tucking his cock back in. Turning the key, he punched the button that restarted the elevator's transit up to the penthouse suite at the top of the building. Then he fished another key out of his pocket. Reaching around her body, he unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists and pocketed them.
Drawing a steadying breath, she smoothed her skirt back down, shifted her bra back into place and buttoned her blouse.
The elevator doors slid open.
Strolling past him, Helen paused as if forgetting something. Turning, she pressed her hand against the door, keeping them from closing.
"Same time next week, Steven?"
He gave her a knowing wink. “You bet, Miss Harris."
Helen inclined her head, a satisfied smile playing on her full lips. Her leg shot out and she snagged her errant panties on the tip of her stiletto-heeled shoe. With a neat flick, she sent them flying into the air. He caught them.
"I think you're going to work out very well.” She let her hand drop. “Next time, though, bring your brother. I have a new fantasy I want to act out."
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