by Krista Gold
My belly is a tangle of nerves and desire. His cock gives a throb, and
I feel a twinge of pride that he’s so aroused by me.
“Ok,” I say softly, without opening my eyes. “I’m ready, Nate. I’m ready for you.”
Chapter Twenty Four
Nate
“I’m ready, Nate”, Allie says in a soft voice. “I’m ready for you.”
Thank Christ for that, because another second of staying still inside her would have been agony. She’s so fucking tight; so wet. I fit her perfectly; I can feel every twitch and leap of my cock. Her wetness. Her warmth.
I grasp Allie’s hips and slide out of her slowly, leaving just the tip of my cock inside, and then I can’t control myself any longer. I plunge into her with a roar.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Allie cries out, and I pause, buried her in her, enjoying the feeling of being balls-deep inside. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
“Again,” she says, in a voice so breathy I can barely hear her. “Please, Nate, again.”
I don’t need her to ask a third time.
Again, I slide almost wholly out of her; again I plunge into her with a shout.
Fuck, that feels amazing. My whole body is tingling with pleasure as I move inside her again and again, impaling her on my thick shaft over and over, my grunts punctuated by her soft cries of pleasure.
“Fuck, Allie!” I moan, my hips bucking as I thrust into her. She’s using her own hips to meet my thrusts, making the sensations more intense for both of us. I can feel my climax building, and I already know it’s going to be explosive.
I realize suddenly that I want to see Allie’s face; I want to watch her come. I halt my thrusts and slide out of her, my cock throbbing, and allow myself a private smile as Allie sighs in dismay, “No, Nate, please...”
“Turn around,” I say urgently. Immediately, she obeys, lifting her lovely face to mine, her brow furrowed, questioning.
Fuck. I let my eyes rove over her – those luminous green eyes, the pale constellation of freckles on her porcelain skin, the fullness of her lips. She takes my breath away, and not just because she’s gorgeous. This woman is making me feel things I had never expected to feel. My subconscious tries to remind me snarkily that it’s just lust, that I don’t even know her...and I know that’s true, but I also know for certain that there’s something different about Allie; there’s something about her that makes me want more, that makes me want all of her.
“Mine,” I say, in a gruff voice. “You’re mine, Allie.”
Allie stares into my eyes for a long moment, and then she nods, slowly. That’s all the invitation I need.
I lift her hands, still bound with my tie, and loop her arms around my neck. Then in one swift movement, I move my hands to her waist, lift her up and lower her onto my waiting cock.
Allie lets out a high cry, and grips the back of my neck tightly. My cock is thudding with its own heartbeat now, and I know I need to find my release, or risk exploding.
“Mine,” I say again throatily, and I feel my cock twitch inside her.
I don’t allow myself to think about how I’m getting in over my head here. About how this is not just a fuck for me, not my usual style. I think of the women I’ve been with – all of them stunning, all of them wanting more than I was willing to give.
For the life of me, I don’t know what is different about this one. I only know that I want her. And I don’t want anyone else to have her.
Ever.
Chapter Twenty Five
Allie
The first time Norah slept with Jason, she’d come bounding into my bedroom after he’d left the next morning, flopped onto my bed, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling.
“It was amazing, Allie,” she’d sighed happily. “He really took his time, made sure I was into it. I came twice. Twice!”
I remember giggling with Norah, feeling happy my friend had found someone who was making her feel so giddy. I also remember the twinge of envy I’d felt. No-one had ever taken the time with me like that, and I’d never come more than once during sex. To be honest, I rarely came at all during actual sex; I was too busy worrying about what was going where, and whether my cellulite was visible. I generally found sex mechanical, vaguely embarrassing. It was something to endure for the part I did like: the spooning, after. Being held close as I drifted off to sleep.
This is the first time I’ve truly understood what all the fuss is about.
Nate has lifted me – lifted me, as if I weighed no more than a feather. And now his cock is probing at my entrance, and fuck, I’m so wet, so ready, as he slides me slowly down onto his throbbing erection, filling me inch by throbbing inch.
God, that feels good. That feels so good.
I cry out, and Nate stills for a moment, though I can still feel the pulsing of his cock inside me, and fuck if it’s not the most erotic moment of my entire life. I feel a deep sudden joy race through my body; an elation. This man-god is making me feel powerful, even as he renders me powerless. More than that, he’s making me feel beautiful. Irresistible, even.
“Mine,” he says again, and I shiver in response, wrapping my legs around him tightly, crossing my ankles at his hips so that my heels graze his buttocks, and pulling him deeper, pulling him closer.
Nate takes a step forward so that my back is supported against the elevator wall, and then he starts to move, thrusting up into me with hard, deliberate strokes that hit my sweet spot perfectly and make me cry out, a series of sharp Ah!s that have Nate thrusting even harder, and groaning into my shoulder.
The feeling is indescribable. If this is what sex can be like, why isn’t everyone doing it all day, every day? My clit is throbbing deliciously, and my whole body is flooded with exhilaration, with desire, shivers racing from my nipples to my sex and back. I’m pulsing between my thighs, a sort of slow convulsing that I know is the precursor to my climax, and I grip Nate’s neck more tightly, lean down to kiss his open mouth.
I moan as his tongue immediately invades, parting my lips and claiming my own tongue with his. The combined effects of the kiss and the thrusting is threatening to tip me over the edge, and I pull away.
“I’m close,” I tell him breathlessly, and he runs a finger down my jaw line tenderly, making me shiver deliciously, and break out into gooseflesh.
“Not till I say,” he pants, slowing his thrusts. His hands move from my waist to my breasts, and I gasp as he gently pinches each nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Not...helping...” I groan into his shoulder. My body is rebelling against his instructions, and I feel the first small implosion low down in my sex.
“Can’t...Nate...fuck!”
“Now,” he yells, and he drives into me hard.
I clutch him to me blindly, crying his name as I come apart in an ecstasy so intense that tears leak hotly from my closed eyes. Wave after wave of a powerful climax surges through me, and I moan helplessly, long, low moans that sound like an animal in distress as I buck, and I thrash, and I lift my hips into the orgasm that is rolling over me, that is dragging me under like a riptide.
It’s like fireworks going off between my thighs; like a thousand points of sunlight glittering on water. I’m distantly aware of Nate’s shuddering cry, and then his own groans follow as he releases himself in judder after judder of satisfaction.
I give myself up completely, and I’m lost in a rolling surf of exquisite pleasure, a tide of joy so intense that all I can see is a blinding white light, as though I’m at the heart of a star.
And then, for a while, there is nothing. Nothing at all.
Chapter Twenty Six
Nate
Allie shouts my name as she reaches her climax, and it is enough to undo me completely. She thrashes as her orgasm claims her, and I take a split second to enjoy the look on her face before my own climax roars through my body.
Holy fuck.
I plant my hands on the wall and shout out as the most inten
se climax I’ve ever felt reduces my body to convulsive judders. Again and again, my cock jerks inside Allie as I find my release, as I spasm in an ecstasy so intense it’s almost agony.
Of all the women...all the affairs...the one night stands...no-one has ever had this effect on me. Ever.
I usually strive to avoid connecting emotionally with the women I sleep with. I don’t have the time for love affairs, and – until now – I haven’t had the inclination. But for some reason, there’s a connection between me and this woman. It feels like we were meant to meet in this elevator. Of all the days for a power cut. Of all the days for me to be running late. For her to be running late, so that our paths crossed.
Fuck if it doesn’t feel like fate.
The thought both excites and terrifies me. I push it down, surrender to the shudders of ecstasy racking my body.
I can’t think about it now. I’ll process it later.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Allie
When I finally come back to my senses, I’m in Nate’s arms, my legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. He has me pinned against the wall, his head resting on my shoulder. Both of us are panting heavily, and I’m trembling all over.
Fuck, that was intense.
I want to do that again. And again, and again, and again...
Nate raises his head to look at me, a lazy smile spreading slowly across his face.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey yourself,” I answer shyly. Not the most original answer, but it’s the best I can do given that every cell in my body – including the ones in my brain – feel like they’ve been blown apart in the last few minutes and then haphazardly gathered back together. Nate’s lucky I can speak at all.
We gaze at each other for a long moment. Nate’s blue eyes bore into me with an intensity that makes my breath catch, and my nipples stiffen against his chest. I want to stay like this forever. I don’t want the awkward aftermath – our sticky, sweaty bodies peeling apart, the gathering up of our abandoned clothes from the elevator floor, our post-coital small talk. Even the thought of it makes my cheeks flush.
I look away, clearing my throat.
“Hey.” Nate’s voice is gentle as he lifts my chin so that once again I’m staring directly into his eyes. “You ok?”
Am I ok? The truth is, I’ve no idea. I’m suddenly feeling awkward and more than a little mortified. Who even am I? The way I’ve behaved...this isn’t me. Stripping in front of a man I’ve known half an hour, and then allowing that man to fuck me senseless against the elevator wall. A man I may or not be working with in the near future if all goes well at my interview. If I ever get to my interview.
My face is burning, but I keep my anxieties to myself. Clearly this isn’t Nate’s first time doing something like this, and the last thing I want is for him to remember me as that one girl who got weird after sex.
“Sure,” I say brightly in response to his question. Even I can hear the false note in my voice, and I wince internally as Nate’s brow furrows in a frown. “I just...I think we should get dressed, don’t you? The Fire Department will be here soon.”
Nate looks at me for what feels like an hour, his lips pursed, and those piercing eyes burning into me. I hold my breath, exquisitely aware of the fact that his cock is still inside me, that my nipples are brushing deliciously against the solid slab of his chest every time he breathes.
Then, like a shutter coming down, Nate’s face changes, closes off, and his body shifts away from me almost imperceptibly.
“Of course,” he says, and his voice is cool and polite. Gone is the urgency, the desire that burned in his murmurs just moments before.
My heart sinks. Well, I guess I know where I stand. It couldn’t be clearer that Nate is distancing himself now that he’s got what he wanted. I can’t complain: I knew what this was, of course I did. Quick, meaningless, opportunistic sex.
And I’m fine with that. More than fine.
I could almost convince myself.
If only my heart didn’t feel like a bruise. If only my eyes weren’t pricking with sudden, unshed tears.
I blink them back, gritting my teeth against the hurt.
Pull yourself together, Sinclair, I tell myself sternly. This man might be hot, but that doesn’t mean he’s worth crying over. This was nothing. A bit of fun. Some gossip to tell Norah later.
So why, as Nate slides out of me, as he lets me go, do I suddenly want to hold on for dear life?
Chapter Twenty Eight
Nate
When I’m looking into Allie’s eyes, I feel...happy. Her long legs are wrapped tightly around my hips, and my cock is nestled inside her. God, she feels good. This feels right. A slow smile creeps over my face as I gaze at her and she gazes back.
I drink in the details of her face: the tiny flecks of gold in her green eyes, the faintest hint of freckles across the saddle of her nose, those gorgeous copper curls. She genuinely doesn’t seem to realize how beautiful she is, and that only makes me want her more.
“Hey,” I say, and she gives me a shy hey in return.
God, my stomach is swooping and dipping; I can’t remember the last time someone gave me butterflies, for fuck’s sake; I don’t think anyone ever has. I can’t stop grinning...and then Allie colors, looks down, away.
I lift her chin gently. “You ok?” I ask. I watch for what feels like a century as Allie wrestles with her thoughts, suddenly feeling uncertain of where I stand with her – a feeling that is new to me, and not very pleasant.
Don’t regret this, Allie, I think. Don’t regret me.
“Sure,” she says finally, in a bright, false voice, and my heart goes cold. “I just...I think we should get dressed, don’t you? The Fire Department will be here soon.”
And then she looks away from me again, twin spots of color high in her cheeks.
My butterflies stop mid-swoop, and drop to the bottom of my belly like stones down a well.
Right. Ok. She obviously is having second thoughts about what we’ve just done; her body language and her sudden inability to look me in the eye tells me that very clearly.
Fuck. How did I get this so wrong? I’d thought she was into this. Into me. I’d thought...
I think briefly of my father, who’s always telling me that maybe it’s time for me to stop treating women like playthings and find someone I might want to settle down with. The truth is, I’ve just never met anyone who interested me that much. Maybe Allie could have been special. Maybe we could have had something. The thought that I’ll never know stings more than I care to admit, even to myself.
It’s typical that the first woman I can see myself being actually interested in is the one woman who is impervious to my charms.
Well – not entirely impervious. We did just fuck in a company elevator after all.
Yes, and that’s all it was , I think glumly. A fuck. At least, that’s all it was to Allie.
I set my jaw, swallow my pride.
“Of course,” I say tonelessly. Fuck if I’ll show her I care. I won’t let her see that I’m disappointed. I lift her by the hips, sliding out of her, and she lifts her arms clear of my head. I set her down, and quickly untie her hands.
You’ll be over her by lunchtime, my bruised ego soothes as I bend to collect my discarded clothes. Fuck her! You’ll probably never see her again.
My heart contracts at the thought.
I set my face into an impassive mask as I dress quickly. Allie doesn’t look my way once as she struggles back into her wet clothes. I notice her wince and shiver, and have to curb my gut reaction, which is to step forward and wrap her up, first in my jacket and then my arms.
She doesn’t want that, I remind myself grimly as I shrug into my jacket. Fuck. It smells of her, now. Of soap, and some kind of lemony perfume. My stomach dips.
I glance across to where Allie is now fully dressed and stony faced, and feel a pang of loss that her beautiful body is now hidden from my sight. She sits down, crossing her
legs neatly at the ankle and folding her arms. Then she leans back against the wall, eyes closed.
I check my watch. We’ve been trapped in here for an hour, now. All notion of time and place had gone out of the window when Allie and I were...together. Now, each minute crawls by. I watch the interminable tick of the minute hand on my Rolex. Those sixty ticks seem to take an hour. A week.
I sigh as I settle on the opposite end of the bench to Allie, careful to keep my distance. I rub my stubble with one hand as I realize that we’re right back to where we started after the elevator first screeched to a halt. Strangers who happen to be breathing the same air for however long it takes for the Fire Department to get here.
What happened to all that lust, all that heat? There’s certainly no sign of it now.
I push all thoughts of Allie way down. I’m good at compartmentalising. In fact, I’m fucking excellent at it. It’s the reason I’ve been so successful in business. Well, one of the reasons.
I firmly steer my thoughts to the morning’s meetings. The projections I’ve prepared. The budget calculations.
I’m not even thinking about how Allie’s skin felt under my fingertips. How her hair flamed in my fists.
How when I entered her, it felt like coming home.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Allie
I will not cry. I will not cry.
I’ve closed my eyes against the hot prick of threatening tears, and I lean back against the wall with my arms folded, hoping it looks like nonchalance rather than crushing disappointment.
I hear Nate settle down on the far end of the bench with a sigh, and a spike of hurt stabs my heart.
OK, I think irritably. I get it. You regret getting involved; you regret seducing me in your company elevator. But do you have to make it so goddamn obvious?