“Oh...” I said, but it was more like a shudder, an intake of breath, in anticipation of the direction he was headed.
He began to fall further downward along my body, penetrating my navel with his tongue, then kissing the jutting bones of my hips. He made his way to my thighs, and gently pulled on them with his teeth, filling me with the perfect level of pain. Then, at last, he tenderly pushed my legs apart. He leaned me against the wall as firmly as he could, then hoisted me up onto his shoulders, my shins dangling along his back as my thighs closed in around his skull.
I held my breath, eyes wide, and sank my fingers into his scalp for dear life as he began to lick away at my womanhood.
“Oh God... Oh yes... Yes...” I began to cry, and I found I could no longer keep control of myself. I started to scream, to shake violently around him. Never before had a man made me experience the heights of ecstasy to which he was now so skillfully driving me.
His tongue moved in exploratory fashion around the burning, dripping folds of my pussy. His lips tenderly kissed those of my labia, melting against them, and easing them apart with gentle motions of his mouth. His tongue traveled slowly around their perimeter, as though sealing shut an envelope. Then once he had me nice and wet in this way he penetrated me, pressing his own pink organ inside my own, savoring my mild, delectable flavor.
I felt him wriggling inside me, tasting me, devouring me. He breathed in the scent of my womanhood, and swallowed it up in mighty gulps. Even as I screamed with pleasure, I could tell that he was enjoying me every bit as much as I was enjoying him, and somehow this knowledge made the experience all the more pleasurable.
It got to the point where I just couldn't control myself anymore...
I felt him squirming around underneath me, his head bobbing steadily up into my femininity, his mouth becoming more and more attached to that of my lady parts. And as he drove me toward the very brink of pleasure, my reaction at his touch began to grow more and more enthusiastic by the minute. I began to grind up against him, to rub my pelvis up against his face, to wrap my legs tighter and tighter around him to the point that I nearly choked the poor bastard. He didn't mind though. He just kept eating and eating me, so hungry for my flesh that he might never get enough- and you can bet your butt I wasn't about to stop him.
At last, God help me, he took it all one step too far. As I was screaming, and constricting around him like a snake, I perceived him reaching a single hand up for the space between my legs. He let his fingers rub against the fuzz of my pubes, caressing them gently, as with his thumb he reached down, and pressed hard against the fleshy nub of my clitoris.
Orgasm raced through my body, and I lost every single bit of composure that I possessed.
I began to cum, hard, in his face. I shook, and squeezed, and felt myself blinded by the pleasure, heart beating so hard in my chest that it actually began to grow worrying. But God, that orgasm... I'd never been taken to that point before by any man, or any dildo in my collection, or anything.
I held myself hard up against him, wishing that the pleasure might never end. Yet when it inevitably did I felt no remorse or disappointment at it; as the last shivers of pleasure echoed through my body, I knew that the best was still to come.
Slowly he withdrew his face from my coochie, his hair a gorgeous mess from being tousled by me the entire time he was eating me out. I tried to close my legs as he rose back up to full height, and pull the sweater down over my privates. At this point, of course, he didn't give a damn about modesty, and he pressed himself up against me once more, pinning me to the wall, and making me forget all about my nakedness. He kissed me, and I could taste myself all over him, the intimacy between us incredible as his tongue swirled in circles around my cheeks.
After making out for several more minutes, time enough for the two of us to regain our strength to some degree, I felt Liam's hands on me, reconfiguring me into position. He turned me around, and doubled me over at the waist. I felt the sweater being dragged up along my body as I bent forward for him, revealing my bare butt cheeks, my dripping spine, and the very bottoms of my shoulder blades. I shoved my hands against the cold steel wall, and panted, leering over my shoulder as I watched him pulling out his cock into the open. He unzipped his pants, and thrust his hand down in, only to emerge with a stiff, massive, uncircumcised rod, so immense unwieldy that I didn't know how the hell he managed to shove it all down into his pants that way in its engorged form. It was like the bow on top of the gift box as he brought it in toward me, the perfect accent to those incredible pecs, those glazed six-pack abdominals, the agonizing v-lines of his Adonis muscles.
He brought himself into me, and I felt his heat surrounding me once more. He gently rubbed his penis between my buttocks, cradling it there, but not yet entering me- just teasing me. After waiting for several seconds in a state of nervous anticipation, I looked back over my shoulder at him, indicating with my eyes for him to get the hell on with it.
He smiled.
Then he rammed himself into me.
I cried out, and nearly chipped my nails as my fingers curled into the surface of the steel wall, like I was trying to rip away massive chunks of its surface. I was so wet, so ready for him that he slid into me like a warm knife through butter, yet he was so long, so girthy, that I let out cries of sheer pleasure as he pushed himself along inside.
He touched down deep in my body, and held himself firmly there, with his fingers curled almost painfully into my buttocks. He breathed in deep once he was in, almost panting, like an animal, like the alpha he was.
“Ohhhhhh, yeeeeeeeah,” I said my eyelids fluttering shut as I slowly grew accustomed to having him in my body.
And then, with an intense jolt, he began to fuck me from behind.
I cried out, and did my damnedest to keep steady against the wall of the elevator as he rammed my vagina with his long hard cock. He held fast to my hips, and yanked my body forward and away from him, my ass slapping wildly against his thighs as he penetrated me.
“Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...” he was chanting as he swung his pelvis back and forth, each collision of our bodies more intense than the last, my head spinning as he moved faster and deeper into me.
“Oh God! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh God!” I was chanting, thinking each time as he careened forward into me that he might cause my arms to snap against the metal wall of the elevator. I shook violently around him, shoulders clenching together, sweat pouring down along my body. I began to let out a series of low, animalistic groans, the sounds of some beast in heat, completely depraved, yet nothing I could possibly prevent myself from doing. Our wet, aching genitals smashed loudly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP, and I could feel his fingers curling deeper and deeper into the skin of my butt cheeks as he destroyed me.
And then, at last, WHAM!
With a final, violent burst of energy he crushed me, holding himself driven so hard and deep up between my legs that I almost couldn't stand up. My toes curled, my spine arched, and the pleasure crested yet again as he began to cum into my body. He ejaculated hard up my legs, pouring me full of pulse after pulse of his hot, sticky fluids. He came, and came, sending his abundant semen pouring back out of me and down along my thighs, as all the while the ecstasy coursed through my body in unstoppable waves.
I came even harder than I had that first time, my body seizing up around him, my heart pounding so furiously that I thought it might burst.
Then, at last, with a deep, intense sigh, I felt my body grow slack.
He withdrew himself from me, his dilly still dripping with semen onto the floor of the elevator, and my legs still coated with him. I stood back up, panting and wide eyed, probably looking as ravished and surprised as I felt.
“Wow,” I said, through gasping breaths.
“Damn,” he said, smiling, and clearly very pleased with himself. Then he slammed his hand against the elevator button without warning, sending the lift creaking back into motion beneath us. I shrieked, suddenly in a pan
ic.
“Hurry,” he said, smiling, and slipping back into his pants. “See if you can get dressed before the doors open...”
I was afraid of getting caught like this, but I couldn't help but laugh as I yanked back on my panties, and scrambled to get dressed before we made it to the ground floor.
After a few minutes, I found myself breathing a sigh of relief as we stepped out into the street, still trying to comprehend all that had just happened, and what it would mean for me moving forward. It had been about the last thing I'd been expecting coming into work today, after all...
I didn't really know how to break myself off from him after all we'd just done. I mean, like, the socially proper thing to do. Whether I should ask him to my place, or ask to go with him, or what exactly. Luckily, he took care of that for me by reaching over, and pulling me back into him on the sidewalk. We shared another kiss, and for a brief and glorious moment I felt like any of those other couples walking through the city at Christmas, the one's I'd been so jealous of just earlier that morning.
“Uh oh,” he said, and he pulled around the back of the sweater I had on, to reveal to me a section of the green fabric. It was slick and sticky with his semen, a discovery he'd evidently made with his hand on the small of my back. “Look what we did...”
“Oh no!” I said, blushing, but grinning. “Guess we can't return this lovely item back to the lost and found where I found it now, can we?” He laughed, and kissed me again.
“Listen,” he said as he pulled away from me, his cold white breath blowing into my face as he spoke. “I would invite you to come home with me, but I actually have a very important client dinner I was supposed to be at, like, twenty minutes ago. I'm really sorry about that.”
“It's okay,” I said, feeling all warm inside, and smiling.
“We should talk some more tomorrow about all of this,” he said. “I really do like you, Chloe. I just want to make sure we don't complicate things, or cause any kind of confusion as far as our working relationship is concerned.”
“We won't,” I said, beaming at him, and I leaned in for one last kiss. “Thank you, Liam...” I whispered into his ear.
As I watched him disappear down the sidewalk, standing among the city's dazzling Christmas lights, it felt like something very big had changed about my life. I was in love, and for the first time in my life it was with someone who I felt confident might actually be willing to love me back.
“Merry Christmas, Chloe,” I said confidently to myself.
Then as I set off down the street, the broken heel of my stiletto, which I'd glued back on earlier that morning, snapped once again. I face planted right in the middle of the sidewalk, scattering a flock of pigeons.
4
I was head over heels the next day as I came into work. Well, not literally. I'd learned my lesson well enough the day before when it came to heels, and today I came in with a pair of shoes that were more sensible. I didn't know how many more trips like that I could survive, especially not with all the ice that would be forming across the sidewalks in just a few weeks.
But anyway, the minute I stepped into the elevator that morning I was brimming with positivity. Most of the time I was so nervous and ill at ease around everybody there, I probably freaked a couple of people out with it. It was kind of funny, as I rode up in the lift along with about a dozen other people, to see my smudged handprints against the wall where Liam had boned me up against it. Apparently the janitors hadn't yet gotten around to cleaning it. I knew I was probably blushing just a little bit at the evidence of my sin, but I also knew I had a devilish smile spread across my lips.
“Good morning, Joanne,” I said at the front desk, in a tone that I think I almost meant to provoke the old sourpuss into a reaction. Predictably enough she just sort of scowled at me, and turned quickly back to the solitaire game on the computer. “Here,” I said, the instant after she was turned away. “I brought these in for the office. Anyone can have some if they want them. I'll set them up here, if that's okay.”
Her eyes widened with lust as I placed a paper plate of Christmas cookies covered with plastic wrap on the edge of her desk. I could almost see her lips beginning to glisten with saliva.
“Thanks,” she sort of grunted, and I nodded to her. I had a feeling as I walked away that old Joanne would probably eat them all herself, but that was fine and dandy with me, if that was what she wanted to do. I was just in such a good mood, that all I wanted to do was spread the holiday cheer that I was already feeling myself. Even if that only meant spreading it to just one person.
As I walked across the office to the supply room, I looked around proudly at the work Liam and I had done decorating the office before that amazing hump session in the elevator. It all still looked pretty good, and I could see a few of the other employees standing around and admiring our handiwork. Boy, did that fill me with a sense of triumph.
Ready to start the new day, to get to work with Liam and continue what we'd begun (both the decorating and the fornicating,) I then proceeded to crane my head around the office complex, looking right and left for any signs of his beautiful blonde head, or his powerful body in that angular dark grey suit he liked to wear.
Yet, as far as I could tell, he was nowhere to be found.
Damn, I said to myself. The first morning in like two weeks when I wasn't an hour late to work, and Liam wasn't in yet. Ah well, he would be in soon enough.
So I waited for him. And waited. And waited.
But at about 9:30, he still hadn't shown up to work.
I bit my lip, concerned. What if last night had all been some crappy trick he'd played on me? What if it was like with those construction workers, or that Starbucks barista who'd pretended to give me his phone number? I'd heard stories about guys who did stuff like that, who made whoopee with the most unattractive girls they could find as a kind of dare, just to laugh about it later with their friends.
God, could that be what he'd done to me? And now he was avoiding me because of it?
I knew maybe I was going a little bit overboard with thinking like this, but it was still a pretty big possibility in my mind that the passion we shared couldn't really be genuine. How could a powerful man like that possible love an ample-chested, sleek-haired, smooth-skinned, thin-waisted, big-butted girl with glasses like myself?
I tried to calm myself down, and to focus on my work until Liam eventually got here to explain himself. I leaned back against a desk, trying to relax myself, when suddenly I remembered that I still had the Starbucks tray, loaded with coffees, and ready to be delivered. I took Mr. De Louise's cup from the tray, and made my way over to his door.
I knocked gently, always afraid as I was that he might be in a meeting or making some important phone call.
“Come in,” he said, in that smooth, confident voice of his. I'd almost forgotten how much of a crush I had on him. The confusing situation with Liam had largely driven him out of my mind. Yet now that I was going in to face him, I suddenly felt vastly self-conscious, too aware of every move I made. If a man like Liam could actually find me attractive, then what was to stop a man like Mr. De Louise from doing the same? Maybe that should have made me feel more confident about myself, but the uncertainty of it all actually just made me feel more nervous.
He beamed at me when I stepped into his office, and I tried to keep a cool head.
“Chandler, sir,” I said, remembering his preferred way of being addressed, “I have your coffee for you.”
“Chloe, hello. Thanks so much,” he said, taking the coffee from me, and nodding courteously. “And by the way,” he said, stopping me before I could flee from his office. “What you've done with the decorations so far is really looking great. You're doing such a better job than the girl who worked here before you. I can tell you've got a lot a spirit, and a great eye for this sort of thing.”
“Thank you sir,” I said, somehow less shaky than I usually was around him. “I actually wanted to go to school for interior des
igning before I became a business major. I know this isn't quite the same thing, but any kind of decorating, or anything like that, is always right up my alley. Plus, I just really love the holidays.”
“So do I,” he said, nodding.
I stood there in front of his desk for a few seconds, just kind of hovering in case he had something more to add. But he didn't seem to, and I thought that meant it was my cue to turn and head out the door. He stopped me, though, just as I was starting to move.
“Oh, and also,” he said. “I should tell you, Liam called in this morning. He had this client dinner last night after he left work, at a Chinese restaurant. He ended up getting some pretty bad food poisoning from some kind of raw fish he ate, and he's not going to be coming in today.”
“Oh,” I said blankly, not sure what to make of this.
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