by Krista Gold
His fingers move now to trace a line down my cleft, and I buck under his hand, a wild keening sound rising from my throat.
“Fuck,” Nate says hoarsely. “I love hearing you make that sound, Allie.” His fingers slip inside me, and I writhe with pleasure. “But I want to hear my name when you come. Understand?”
I nod breathlessly, my eyes still closed. Right now, his fingers working inside, me slippery with my wetness, I’d agree to anything if it meant this pleasure continuing. Calling out his name is a small price to pay for this bliss.
Two fingers are inside me now, then three, and Nate’s thumb caresses my clit. Again I cry out, arching back into the elevator wall as he thrusts his fingers into me, stroking my sweet spot over and over.
I feel my climax building, a delicious blooming in my lower body. I drive my sex down harder onto Nate’s questing fingers, whimpering with want, with need.
“Oh baby, you’re so wet for me. I love it.” His voice in my ear is like honey.
I go still for a second as I hover on the very edge of my climax, and then he murmurs again. “Come for me, Allie. Come for me now, baby.”
And I’m there.
“Oh god, Nate!” I cry. And then I’m lost. My body bucks wildly, completely out of my control, as I come apart under wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I’m vaguely aware of sagging against him, completely unable to support my own weight, as my orgasm roars through me.
The world has fallen away and there is only the roar of blood in my ears, my high cries of ecstasy, and the lovely shudders wracking my body, tearing me into a thousand pieces of confetti on the wind, a bright shower of falling stars.
Chapter Twenty
Nate
I stand holding Allie in my arms, supporting her weight as she sags against my chest, her breathing laboured, her body limp.
She isn’t the only one who’s panting.
Holy fuck. Watching Allie coming apart for me...hearing her cry my name as she toppled over that edge...
I’m tingling all over, and my cock? My cock thinks it’s Christmas fucking morning. I’m acutely aware of my erection throbbing solidly against Allie’s thigh, and I resort to gritting my teeth and mentally reciting the alphabet backwards to keep from exploding.
Gradually Allie’s breathing slows, and she raises her head to look at me. God, those eyes...my stomach dips, and my cock aches as I marvel for the millionth time at how lovely she is.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“Hey,” she says back. The tip of her tongue slips out to lick her bottom lip, and fucking hell. If I get any harder, I’m going to go off like a rocket. My cock nudges into her, and she looks down, her eyes widening.
Allie waits a beat, then raises her eyes again to meet mine. This time there’s a glint of mischief in them that makes my breath catch.
She licks her lips again, deliberately this time. “Is there something I can help you with, Nate?”
I nod mutely, not trusting myself to speak. Allie runs her hand down the front of my shirt, her eyes never leaving mine, and I swear that every fucking hair on my body stands to attention. Slowly, she opens the button on my trousers, and then, even more slowly, she pulls down the zipper, millimetre by millimetre, a faint smile playing on those beautiful lips.
My cock needs little help to spring free, where it nods about as if to show her how eager it is for her attention. I feel a tug of pride as I watch Allie’s expression shift to one of awe as her eyes travel over my substantial girth.
Wordlessly, she kneels down before me, and I rest my hands lightly on her head as she leans forward, then almost reverently licks my glistening tip. I make a small sound in my throat, and she smiles, a slow, wicked, delicious smile.
As I watch, Allie’s full red lips part and she looks up to meet my eyes as she takes my swollen cock into her willing mouth.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I moan helplessly as I watch my shaft disappear inch by inch into Allie’s mouth, the tight O of her lips stretched around my throbbing length.
The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and I fist my hands in her coppery curls, releasing a long shuddering breath. I fully expect her to gag – women usually do – but she simply waits a beat, then slides her head backwards so that my cock reappears, glistening now with her saliva.
The sight of her red lips around my pulsing cock is almost more than I can take. I hiss, and rock up onto my toes, and in response she takes me more firmly in hand, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking me fully into her mouth again.
Quicker now, and quicker: I make an unintelligible sound as her lips and tongue work me into a frenzy.
“Oh God, Allie,” I moan, and my voice is shaky. I wrap her curls in my fingers, pull her deeper onto my cock. Still she doesn’t gag, only moans softly and uses her spare hand to gently massage my balls.
Fuck, she’s good. Over the years, I’ve taught myself many methods of delaying my climax, but there’s no delaying this one. I feel the crescendo building inside me, and speed her up by gently pulling her onto me again and again, watching in awe as I fuck her sweet mouth. I plunge in over and over, and now there are tingles racing through my entire body, and I feel that familiar detonation low in my belly.
For a split second, everything goes completely silent, completely still, as though I’m at the eye of the hurricane. Then my body jolts, and I hear myself roaring Allie’s name as I come like a fucking freight train in spasm after spasm of total fucking ecstasy.
Chapter Twenty One
Allie
Nate’s climax seems to go on forever. I swallow again and again, feeling a tinge of pride as he releases himself into me, utterly at my mercy.
It’s almost funny - I’d hated giving Sean blow jobs, and now here I am willingly going down on my knees for someone I barely know. But then again, Nate isn’t Sean. Sean was rough, greedy, stabbing himself into my mouth even as I gagged and retched. Nate, even as he took his own pleasure, was respectful. The way he grabbed my hair was rough but sexy, and despite his substantial girth, I didn’t find myself gagging once.
Giving Nate such obvious pleasure, in fact, has turned me on even more than I already was – and I hadn’t thought I’d be capable of anything more after that knee-buckling, mind-blowing orgasm.
Turns out I was wrong.
When finally Nate opens his eyes, he looks stunned. He studies me for a long moment, then a smile tugs at his lips.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” he says softly, and he shakes his head in wonderment. “Where did you come from?”
Nate is looking distinctly more rumpled now than he did on entering the elevator. I can’t decide which look I enjoy more. Suited Nate, all cool, appraising stare and immaculate suit, or dishevelled Nate, with his shirt untucked and his fly open.
Nate checks his watch – holy shit, is that a Rolex? – and grins wickedly at me. “Well, that’s one way of killing time,” he says.
I smile back, innocently. “I can think of another,” I say, and as if it’s an afterthought, I tug at the waistband of my panties and let them fall down my legs where they land in a puddle of silk.
Immediately, Nate’s eyes flash with desire, and I feel a surge of power rush through my body. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I’m marvelling at my own brazenness. I’ve never been so forward before, and certainly not with a relative stranger. Being in this elevator – it’s almost like the world has been paused, and time has stopped for everyone but the two of us. What we do in here doesn’t count out there. We are entirely separate from the usual rules. In here, in this once in a lifetime situation, I am someone else entirely – a woman without hang ups or worries about what other people think of her, a woman who is able to abandon herself entirely in the name of lust and pleasure.
I have to say, I think I like this other woman.
Chapter Twenty Two
Nate
I imagine I’m gaping like a goldfish as I stare at Alli
e, who is now completely naked apart from those shiny fuck-me heels. My eyes travel hungrily over her perfectly sculpted body – the full breasts, the tiny waist, the curve of her womanly hips, and those legs...ahh, those long, lovely legs. My balls tighten as I feel another surge of desire pass through me, and my cock, only just released, is already twitching in preparation for Round Two.
Where did you come from? I’d asked Allie in the aftermath of my monster climax. I’d been joking. Well, half-joking. But now I find myself wondering if this woman can possibly be real, or if maybe I hit my head when the elevator came screeching to a stop, and she’s merely a result of my recent celibacy coupled with a brain rocked by concussion. Because looking at her now, standing proudly in front of me, utterly naked, utterly fucking glorious, she seems too perfect to be anything but a product of my imagination.
My face is flushed. I loosen my tie, and I see a faint smile quirk Allie’s lips as if she’s pleased with the reaction she’s produced.
Like that, is it? I think with amusement. Think you’re in control here, do you? Well, I’ve got news for you, Allie. I’m more than used to being in control.
An idea strikes, and instead of merely loosening the tie as I’d intended, I undo the knot, and slip it off, holding one end in each hand. I stare at Allie, and as she watches, I smile darkly, and then snap the tie taut.
“Give me your hands,” I tell her in a soft, dangerous voice. Her eyes locked on mine, Allie holds out both hands without hesitation.
Oh, I like that . My cock twitches. I like that a lot.
I fold Allie’s hands together as though in prayer, and then wordlessly wrap them with my tie, knotting the ends together tightly. Seeing her so meek and obedient has my cock leaping about like a fucking puppy. I can’t believe I’m ready to go again already. Not just ready – I’m raring to fuck the living daylights out of this woman.
Fuck, I want her. I’ve never wanted anything more.
The Ground Rules are nagging at the back of my mind, but I swat them away like I’d swat a wasp, or a particularly annoying bluebottle. Fuck the Ground Rules. The Ground Rules don’t apply to Allie. I never entertained the possibility of an Allie. If I had, there would have been no need for the Ground Rules in the first place.
She is looking up at me trustingly, and a shiver runs down my spine. God, the things I want to do to this woman...my cock twitches as I imagine sliding into her, thrust after delicious thrust until I come.
First things first.
“I don’t have a condom,” I tell her. “Are you clean?”
“Yes,” Allie says, blushing. God, she’s adorable when she blushes. “I got tested after my ex...well, after I found him giving one of our neighbours a lot more than a cup of sugar.”
The bile rises in my throat and I force it back down. What kind of a fucking moron do you have to be to cheat on a woman like this? Not for the first time, I feel an urge to wring the fucker’s neck.
“What about you?” her voice is hesitant, soft. “Are you...you know. Clean.”
“Yes,” I say simply. I don’t disclose the fact that I go for regular testing due to my very active, very varied sex life. I don’t want to say anything that might make Allie have second thoughts about me.
Not taking my eyes off her face, I unbutton my trousers. Then I let them fall.
I’m not wearing any underwear, and I quickly unbutton my shirt so that I too am standing completely naked in the elevator; my cock hard and proud.
Allie’s face is a picture. I watch as her eyes roam wonderingly over my body, drinking in every detail. Suddenly all those hours in the gym or on the treadmill seem worth it. The look on her beautiful face is worth every 5am start, every kale shake, every crunch.
Finally Allie’s eyes lift back to mine, her face even pinker than it was before.
I take a step closer. And another. My cock nudges her thigh, and she lets out a little gasp. Again, I want to throw her down on the floor and take her; again, I grit my teeth against the urge.
I want this to be different. I want this to be good not just for me, but for her.
I push down the voice at the back of my mind, the one telling me to be careful. I’ve never worried about being hurt before. I’m not going to start now.
Even if I suspect that niggling little voice might just be right.
Chapter Twenty Three
Allie
Oh. My. God.
Nate has removed his trousers and his shirt, and is standing in front of me completely naked. All I can do is stare.
Every inch of him is perfection. The broad shoulders. The sculpted chest muscles. The rock-hard abs. I let my eyes roam hungrily over every part of his body, lingering on those lovely lines that taper down to his groin. My stomach is churning, both with nerves and desire.
God, I want him to fuck me. I want him inside me so badly.
I meet Nate’s gaze again, and my insides turn to liquid. The look on his face, like he wants to possess me, sends a thrilled shiver racing down my spine.
Who is this guy? And more importantly, who has he turned me into? I’m the kind of girl who abides by the third date rule, who has sex with the lights off so she doesn’t have to worry about her partner seeing her cellulite. I am most definitely not the kind of girl who has sex in elevators with strangers; who strips naked with wanton abandon; who doles out blowjobs without even knowing the recipient’s surname, let alone his sexual history.
So why do I feel so comfortable? Why does this feel, in a strange kind of way, inevitable?
“Turn around,” Nate commands in a low growl, and immediately I turn to face the wall, my hands bound with Nate’s tie, my heart hammering with anticipation. For a split second I imagine Sean commanding me in the same way, and I almost laugh out loud. I’d have bristled at being told what to do, and then told him where to get off. But with Nate…I want to please him. I want to submit to him. I might not be able to explain it, but the way he tells me exactly what to do in that soft, dangerous voice is hot as hell.
I’m trembling as I wait, wondering where he will touch me first. I can feel his erection nudging at the back of my thighs, and it makes my mouth go dry.
I hitch in a breath as I feel him gently lift a loose tendril of hair from the nape of my neck. I go completely still, all my attention focused on that one spot, a web of tingles spreading outwards from his touch like the ripples on a pond. I’m throbbing between my thighs, and so wet. Nate’s prolonged attentions are a delicious form of torture. I’m desperate for him to take me, to plunge into me, but at the same time, I want this exquisite anticipation to go on forever.
His lips graze my neck, and I almost cry out. All the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, and my nipples, already stiff and swollen, tingle deliciously.
Lightly, lightly, he traces my spine with the tip of one finger. I let out a soft moan, tilt my head back, as a shiver courses through my entire body from head to toe.
“You’re so beautiful,” Nate whispers in my ear, and I pant in response. “It pleases me to please you, Allie.”
His erection is rock hard against the back of my thigh, and I push into it, an invitation. Nate laughs softly.
“Is that you want, Allie?” His lips move from my left ear to my right, and he murmurs: “You want my cock inside you?”
Holy fuck. I squirm with desire. I’m panting so hard I can barely speak, so I nod emphatically in response. Nate moves even closer so our bodies are pressed together. The drumbeat between my legs is so intense, I feel like I might come before he has a chance to do anything more. I grit my teeth and will myself not to surrender, just as Nate’s left arm snakes around my front. He lets his curled hand trail down between my breasts, over my belly, and I tremble all over at his touch. He trails over my tied hands, and then moves lower, lower still, until he reaches my cleft.
I hold my breath, and he pauses there for so long I start to see stars. Then, very gently, he parts my sex, and I let out my breath in a long whooshing
gasp as he finds my throbbing sweet spot and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger
I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat and arch back against him.
“Fuck, Allie,” he says wonderingly. “You’re so wet. You’re so wet for me.”
I nod, my breathing ragged, harsh, as he continues to work my clit with his fingers. The feeling is intense, and I can’t help it: I let out a small cry. Immediately, Nate pauses and leans to whisper in my ear, “Not until I say, Allie. Understand?”
I nod, and Nate continues to circle my swollen nub as my breathing quickens. I have the best of intentions here, but if he carries on doing what he’s doing, there’s no way I’m going to be able to hold off my orgasm.
My climax builds and builds, until oh sweet Jesus, I’m right at the tipping point. Those first shivers of pleasure are beginning in my sex, lighting my belly, and if Nate moves his hand again, I’m lost; it would be like trying to hold back a tsunami with a dishtowel.
I’m just about to cry out to tell Nate to stop, when, as if sensing my desperation, his hand stills. I mewl, and sag against him, part in relief, part disappointment. I needn’t have worried; Nate isn’t going to leave me hanging for long.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asks, throatily, and I manage to gasp out, “Yes! Oh god, yes!” before the tip of his throbbing cock is nudging at my sex from behind, and then he’s sliding into me, inch by slow inch, until I’m so full I can barely stand it.
He stays still for a second, then murmurs in my ear, “Ok, baby?”
I nod, my eyes tightly closed, my breathing ragged. “Yes, just...let me get used to you.”
Fuck, he’s huge; I can literally feel his cock twitching inside me, and I’m stretched to my limit. I try to regulate my breathing, calm my heart, but I don’t think there’s much chance of that happening, not with this man-god in such close proximity.