by Vivien Dean
So enthralling was this discovery, he nearly missed the slight movement she made that set her feet further apart and gave him easier access to her pussy. Taking full advantage of her willingness to play, Rick let his finger slide inside her. He watched her squeeze her eyes more tightly shut as he pumped into her a few times before pulling out, coated with her juices. Damn, he wanted to taste that later and he had every intention of getting the chance. Still afraid she would turn tail and run if he moved too fast for her, Rick began to slowly circle her clit, softly at first, then harder, until she leaned more heavily against him and grabbed his shirt with two fists for support.
More than aroused, he pressed his erection more firmly against her thigh. He was perfectly happy to get her off first, but he wanted to remind her he was still there and wanting.
Her head turned toward his as he lowered it to take her breast in his mouth through the sweater. He wanted that sweater gone, too, but he could wait. When he felt her warm breath ruffle his hair as she began panting, getting closer to orgasm, he knew it wouldn't be a long wait. Increasing the pressure of his fingers, he rubbed harder and faster until her knees buckled and he had to hold her up with his free arm around her waist.
Her voice did sound sweet when she came, just like he thought it would. It was a sound he intended on hearing many more times that night. And he wasn't quite done with her yet now. Sliding two digits inside her this time, he finger fucked her while his palm stayed pressed against her clit. She continued to cry out and nearly collapse in his arms. He wanted her so worked up that nothing but his cock buried deep inside her would satisfy. Judging by the way she weakly gripped him but made no attempt to move away, he figured he was doing a good job.
He finally pulled still glistening fingers from her. Had she been any one of the other women he usually fucked, he would have slid those fingers right into her mouth and told her to taste herself, or he would have licked them clean himself. Beth wasn't one of those women, and he was too close to getting what he wanted to risk it now by scaring her off. Instead, he wiped them on the back of his jeans. After spending the day at Grand Central, partly in some of the lesser-known and less sanitary areas, there were probably many other things on this clothing by now, he was sure. He'd worry about getting clean clothes tomorrow after he left Beth's bed.
All night in her bed was a really enticing vision. In a voice he barely recognized as his own, Rick said, “I want you, Beth."
Her eyes didn't quite focus when she opened them and looked up. “Middle door."
Middle door?
Then it hit him. She was telling him that the bedroom was the middle door off the hall. Rick wasted no time scooping Beth up in his arms and swooping her through that door because he was more than ready to sink himself to the hilt into her sweet pussy.
* * * *
As the reality that she was about to have sex with Rick became more and more apparent, Beth's stupid conscience kept saying no, no, no but luckily she had consumed enough wine to ignore it. And then once the orgasm hormones reached her brain there was no question as to which direction this internal argument would go. She wanted Rick totally and completely, wanted to be made love to all night long until she could not walk the next day. In fact, what the hell, she said just that out loud.
He smiled, then outright laughed after she did say those words that shocked the all work and no play half of her self.
"I am definitely the man for that job."
As he stripped off his shirt and revealed a chest and abs the likes she had only seen on the cover of romance novels, she decided she had made the right choice. After hanging around with museum curators, professors, and art students most of her adult life, Beth had not been exposed much to the phenomenon of the Alpha male. But Rick was one if ever she saw one. He had carried her to the bedroom ... actually physically carried her! Now he stood totally nude before her, hard and erect, and ready to please her. When her gaze finally traveled back up to his face, she realized from his expression as well as his erection just how aroused he was, too.
Crawling onto the bed beside her, she could swear he growled as he said, “Get naked."
Her heart sped, nervous and excited at the same time. This was nothing like her first sexual experience with her virgin boyfriend during freshman year at college. This was not even the ill-advised relationship with one of her professors in graduate school. Rick was a real man and she had a feeling she was about to be made love to like she had never been before. After she shyly pulled off her pants and sweater and lay before Rick in only bra and panties she became certain of that when he crawled between her legs, looked up at her hungrily, and declared slowly and deliberately, “I am going to taste you first and then proceed to fuck you all night long."
That crude statement took her breath away and turned her on like she'd never been before. Beth had had sex, she had even made love, but she was quite certain she had never been fucked before. There was no doubt in her mind she would be now and she could not wait.
Her panties disappeared quickly, floating down to the floor beside the bed where Rick flung them. Her inhibitions disappeared just as fast as Rick spread her legs wide, boldly looked her over, and even more boldly trailed his tongue over her most private area, sending a shiver up her spine. He licked her one more time. “Mmmm. I've wanted to do that for hours.” Then he set to tantalizing her with a tongue that proved to be as talented as his fingers had earlier. Soon she writhed beneath him, making noises she had never known to come out of her mouth before, eventually coming so hard and long it bordered on painful until finally, panting and unable to speak, she pulled him off of her by his hair.
He complied, biting and kissing his way up her body, pushing aside the cups of her bra to suck on one nipple and then the other, before he reached her mouth. “Kiss me, baby.” He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she both smelled and tasted her sex on his lips.
Beth groaned, more aroused than ever before in her life. Rick was incredible, his every touch sending her into ecstasy, and she wanted all of him. Then realization and fear began to sink in. She could not possibly be as good as him. “Rick, it's been a long time for me."
"Mmm. Good. I like the idea I'm the only one you've been with.” He went back to nibbling at her throat like a true proprietary caveman.
Relieved, she spread her legs wider and nestled closer to him in invitation, wanting him to enter her, but he didn't. Instead he said, “Tell me what you want."
"I want you,” she whispered.
He shook his head and kissed down her throat temptingly. “Nah uh. Wrong answer. Tell me what you want."
He obviously was going to make her work for her pleasure. “I want you to make love to me."
Rick raised himself on an elbow and laughed. “No, you don't. Tell me what you really want."
Knowing what he was getting at now and wondering how the heck he was reading her mind, Beth swallowed hard and said what she had never ever uttered in her near thirty years and had not even thought until just moments before. “I want you to fuck me.” The words were soft and sounded painfully shy, but it satisfied Rick. He smiled and finally, blissfully, thrust into her, sliding easily into her ready body. A sigh escaped her lips as he stroked in and out of her slowly, sending tingling impulses through her.
"I'm going easy on you for now, you know. But I won't for long. I think that when a good girl decides to be bad, she wants to be really, really bad. Is that true, baby?"
How did he know exactly how she felt? She wanted him to do things to her that had never been done before. She wanted to experience it all with him. “Yes."
His grin was both sexy and sinful. “Good.” He pressed her one leg to the bed while raising the other to rest on his shoulder. Nibbling at her ankle, he watched her face as he thrust deeper, harder and faster than she'd ever been taken before. And when he wet one finger in his own mouth and slid it slowly into her anus, she came again with a full body shuttering, amazing orgasm. He followed right behi
nd her with a shout and a release of his own.
Listening to this man finally give in to his own need, sensing him shudder within her, feeling more powerful than ever before because she was the one giving him pleasure, she hoped this would be the first of many more times to come.
Chapter Five
The dim sunlight slanting through the apartment's bedroom window shades told Rick he had fallen asleep at some point and in the meantime dawn had arrived.
He stretched and groaned as his sore muscles protested. Memories from the night before came flooding into his brain and his dick hardened. Smiling, he rolled over onto his side and ran one finger lightly down Beth's arm. Still half-asleep, she let out a small sound of satisfaction. He would let her rest some more. If he felt this sore, she would no doubt feel even worse. Besides, he had to pee, and his teeth felt like they were growing cotton since brushing them the night before had been the absolute last thing on his mind. After a brief trip to the bathroom to take care of a few necessities, he would wake her up in a big way.
Rick took a quick shower to help him wake up. If they had gotten a solid four hours of sleep the night before it would surprise him. While brushing his teeth with her toothbrush, Rick considered the lack of shuteye well worth the sacrifice as he remembered all of the various looks of shock, passion, and satisfaction on Beth's face the night before when he'd introduced her to new and exciting sexual experiences. Beth definitely would not mind his using her toothbrush after what they had shared the night before. Considering all of the places both of their mouths had been, what was one plastic toothbrush? And those memories had his dick hard and bobbing once again.
Rick rinsed the brush off with hot water and jabbed it back into the holder next to the sink, then padded barefoot and naked back to the bedroom to find Beth waking up. She stretched and cringed. “Ow. I'm sore all over."
He smiled, crawled into bed, and nestled his erection against her while nibbling on her shoulder. “Too sore for some fun?"
Beth laughed. “Honey, if you can find a part of my body that is not in pain, feel free to use it. But otherwise, I don't think I can accommodate you. In fact, I doubt I will be able to walk or sit all day."
He smiled with satisfaction. She was correct, he had invaded every orifice ... more than once ... but Rick always did like a challenge. The situation simply called for a little creativity. He would love to feel his dick sliding between those breasts of hers. He pictured her tongue shooting out to tickle the tip on each upstroke. That thought had him throbbing. Of course there was always the good old sixty-nine. He could be gentle with her since she was sore, thanks to him—he loved knowing that. Hopefully, she would not be too gentle with him.
Considering the best course of action, he opened his mouth to make a few suggestions when she glanced at the bedside clock and sat straight up in bed. “Oh my gosh. Look at time! I have to shower, dress and get to work."
Groaning, Rick rolled back to the pillow on his side of the bed. Apparently the party was over, but his job was far from over. Enough playing—for now—he needed to get back to work. “What is on your agenda at work today? Your big crack?” Hmm. That did not sound too good so he added, “In the ceiling, I mean."
She giggled. “Yes, that's one thing, among others. What about you?"
"I was hoping a certain sexy conservation expert would give me a private behind the scenes tour of the station.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"All right.” She was so damn cute. She actually blushed at being called sexy, even after all they had done.
"Good. I'll look forward to it. Now go hop in the shower."
He could run home, change, check in with his contact for any updates and then get back to Grand Central for hopefully a more successful day ... although, as he watched Beth stroll naked across the room, he would be no means consider the prior day a failure.
* * * *
Beth frowned down at the perplexing readout in her hand. “There seems to be an unexplained spike in vibrations."
Rick shrugged. “It's a train station. There are giant engines rattling beneath the building day and night."
"But it's more than usual. I know what the average vibration readings measure and this is far greater."
"Is there construction nearby?"
Beth shook her head. “I'll check again but no, there's none that I know of. We are a major historical landmark. Contractors are required to inform me of any work in the area that could impact or compromise the building. And even when they were doing the major construction upstairs and installed the second marble staircase in the Main Concourse the overnight readings didn't look like this. Who works major construction at night? It would cost a fortune in overtime with union labor."
Rick leaned one shapely jean-clad buttock on the edge of her desk and totally blew her concentration to bits. And she was pretty sure she was about to say something else important, too.
"Where are your two underlings today? Maybe they know something,” Rick suggested.
With the faint smell of his spicy deodorant assaulting her nose, and the memories of the prior night still so fresh in her mind as well as in her body aches, it took Beth a moment to process that he meant Robby and Lyssa. She glanced at her watch. “They should be here by now, but they're college kids. They're late more often than not."
Rick frowned. “You should fire them then."
Beth laughed. “They're interns. They don't get paid, so it's kind of hard to fire them. The worst I can do is give them a bad evaluation at the end of term. Besides, they're good kids usually, just young."
Rick walked his fingers across her desk, over her report and up her arm, to end at her chin. “Well I think we did pretty good last night for two ‘old’ people."
She felt her face flush and he laughed.
"You are so cute when you blush."
Scowling, she finally forced her eyes up to his. “No, I'm not. It's embarrassing."
"Yes, you are and it's not embarrassing. It's cute as hell.” Rick leaned down and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose—which sent tingles all the way through her core—just as the door flung open and the two youths in question flew in.
"You have to come downstairs and see this!” Robby demanded.
It must be important since he didn't take the time to tease her for being caught with a man on her desk. Ah, the exuberance of youth. “Good morning to you, too. What do I have to see? If it's the off the charts vibration readings from the Whispering Gallery from last night, I've already got them."
"No, but it is quite possibly the reason for those off-the-charts vibration readings,” Lyssa chimed in excitedly.
Beth was more interested now. She rose from her chair. “Take me there. You can tell me what you found along the way."
Rick rose from the desk also. “I'm coming, too."
This guy really was into architecture if he was interested in crawling around in the bowels of Grand Central Terminal in search of the source of a mysterious vibration.
"Well, Robby and I were at the library last night doing research for our final paper...” Lyssa started.
"...and we read about this secret entrance that Franklin Delano Roosevelt used to use,” Robby interrupted her and completed her sentence.
"From the Waldorf Astoria Hotel next door directly to a private platform here at Grand Central,” Lyssa added, completing the tag team storytelling.
Beth nodded. “Mmm hmm. I know all about that. So what?"
They both stopped dead. “You knew and you never told us?” Robby accused. “Beth, what the hell?"
Rick also stopped in his tracks and looked more than interested.
Beth threw both of her hands up in the air. “What? Besides the historical interest, it's not important. That elevator between the Waldorf and FDR's private platform has been sealed for decades. It's welded shut."
"That's the point. When we went looking for it this morning...” Beth's sentence was cut off by Robby finishing it with, “it doesn't
look welded shut any longer and we heard the elevator motor running."
Beth frowned. “What? It can't be. Who would be using it?” Then her anger piqued. “If some executive at the Waldorf is using it as a tourist attraction and didn't tell me..."
"Hold on a second.” Rick placed a hand on her arm. “Beth. I need you to tell me more about this."
She shook her head. “Sweetie...” Beth cut that word off but not soon enough judging by the smug looks on her interns’ faces. “Rick. I'll give you a tour later, anywhere you want, and a lecture, too, but right now I have to deal with this."
He shook his head. “No. This is important. You need to tell me now about any and all passages running through here that the public would not have access to."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you why. Just please, trust me.” His eyes pleaded with her and for some reason, she did trust him.
She didn't know why this was so important but she nodded and took the time to explain. “Okay. Under Grand Central there are steam-pipe tunnels and numerous storage areas. There is also a network of underground tracks that almost no one is aware of, as well as a train platform with a secret entrance and an elevator straight up to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. FDR used it as his private entry into New York, probably so he could avoid any press photographing him in his wheelchair. But like I said, the door to the elevator is supposed to be welded shut."
Rick whipped out his cell phone and held up one hand to silence her next question as he dialed. Whoever Rick called must have answered because he turned his back to her and she heard him say softly, “I've found something. I may need back up ... A fucking secret train track that hasn't been used in probably fifty years. Looks like it may be active again ... Okay."