Her Five Favorite Words (2 page)

Dizziness clouded her brain. Her

heart ruthlessly pounded underneath her

breast bone, but this time her attack wasn’t

driven by fear. It was lust. Overwhelming,

all consuming, spread-her-legs-wide lust,

and it was all for him.

She didn’t care about the elevator

or being stuck. She wanted his hands on

her breasts, his lips on her skin, and his

dick buried deep inside her. Grabbing the

back of his neck, she pulled him down and

locked her lips with his. This time he was

rough, urgent. His hands cupped her

bottom, lifting her sex toward him.

It wasn’t until she felt the coldness

of the steel wall against her behind that

she realized he’d lifted up the hem of her

skirt. The black wool pooled around her

waist, showing off her lace thong and

matching

garter

tied

to

thigh-high

stockings.

His eyes widened.

“Fuck!” He nipped her neck. “I love

garters.”

She gasped as he blew a steady

stream of air across his love bites, a cool

contrast to the heated trail his mouth left.

“You’ve just been upgraded to sexy

office girl.”

“I like that.”

Their mouths met again as his hands

made their way between her legs. He

rubbed his palm against her clit while his

fingers settled against the damp fabric that

barely covered her slick opening. She

wiggled into his touch.

“Mmm…I like that too.”

His fingers glided along her folds,

circling and teasing until she was about to

buckle from the anticipation. Finally, his

finger slid past the lace, and he mumbled

under his breath at the feel of her wetness.

He plunged one finger then another inside

her burning flesh.

As he devoured her mouth, he

captured her moans. He pumped in and

out, his thumb stroking her nub. He kissed

her like a tender lover, slow and deep, but

his fingers fucked her with a voracious

thirst as if needing her pleasure for his

own.

She didn’t know if it was the

spontaneity, the man, or the culmination of

all her fantasies come to life, but she was

ready to explode, hard and fast. He felt so

strong wrapped around her. This was

exactly what she needed.

He ripped away from her mouth,

leaving her panting against the cool steel

as he bent and took position between her

legs. His hot breath tickled her skin. He

moved the soaked-through scrap of

material to the side and dove in.

“Shit! Fuck!” Thousands of tiny

sparks lit up her body as he assaulted her

pussy with strong laps from his tongue.

She felt the smirk spread across his

lips at her reaction. Her skin sizzled. Her

thighs clenched. Her stomach fluttered

with every scratch of his cheek.

“Please!” She lifted her pelvis,

grinding her sex into his greedy mouth.

He picked up speed. His tongue and

fingers worked together to bring her to

climax. She watched him enjoying every

second of his task. She smoothed her

fingers along the coarse strands of his

hair, coaxing his head back. He looked at

her with fire in his eyes. His mouth was

swollen and glistening from her juices. It

was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

She thrust his face back to her slick

center.

“Come…” He whispered between

steady lashes of his tongue. “…for me.”

She broke apart at his words. Her

orgasm began in her belly, coiling around

and around until it popped. A barrage of

fireworks exploded under the cover of her

eyelids. She gripped his head, holding him

in place, and breathed through the

pleasure.

He licked her still sensitive flesh,

slurping and sucking every ounce of her

cream, trying to draw out the last tremors

of her orgasm.

“That was…you…I needed that.”

“Happy to be of service.” He kept

his place between her legs, his tongue

flicking to stroke her swollen folds. She

could feel herself on the rise again.

“You keep that up and you’re…”

The sound of clanging metal and

muffled voices turned their gaze upward.

“Sir. Sir. Is everything okay down

there?”

“I think we’re being rescued,” he

whispered against her nether lips.

“Already?” Becca couldn’t believe

what had just come out of her mouth.

Moving to an upright position, he

assured the workers they were fine. Then

he mumbled into her ear, “More than

fine.”

The worker still yammered in the

background as Mr. Sexy captured her lips

with an open-mouth kiss.

“Can you taste yourself? Like…”

His tongue dipped between her lips. “…

candy.”

“Mmmmm…” The slight grate in

his voice sent another rush of moisture

gushing down the inside of her thighs.

She traced the line of his bottom lip

with her tongue and then moved to the area

just around his mouth. Her tongue and lips

revelled in the deliciousness of her own

flavor.

The clang of metal and the ping of

tools reverberating around them fell away

as she lost herself in the moment. She

couldn’t wait to taste him, to see if he was

just as yummy as she imagined.

“Do you know how many times I’ve

fantasized about this?”

“Miss, how are you holding up?”

His body tensed at the inquisition

from above.

Her hand searched out his hard

length. “I want to know if your cum is

sweet…like me.”

He grunted. His pelvis rotated and

ground into her hand as she stroked.

“Or thick and salty.”

“I love that you’re a talker.”

“I touch myself thinking about how

it would feel to wrap my lips around you

and take you deep as you shoot hard and

heavy down the back of my throat.”

“Miss? Sir?”

“We’re fine!” Mr. Sexy slammed

his hands against the wall on either side of

her. His large, solid body hovered, and he

rubbed his fabric-covered erection along

her body.

“That’s what I think about when I’m

in that line. I soak my panties right through

at the simple thought of kneeling in front of

you.”

She felt his heavy breath on the top

of her head as she bent and made quick

work of his fly. She eased him out then

slid her hand up and down his shaft. His

smooth, velvety skin covered solid steel.

From above, the distant reassurance

of the maintenance worker played in the

background. “We’ll have you out of there

very soon. No need to worry.”

“I’m not worried.” She licked a

slow line up his dick. “Are you?” Circling

her tongue around his tip, she got her first

taste of his seed.

“God damn!”

She danced her tongue around the

underside of his head then took him deep,

her mouth encasing his impressive length.

He rammed his cock in and out. The

suckling noises hung heavy in the air as

she coated him in her saliva.

“That is the sexiest sound I’ve ever

heard.” He grabbed her hair with one hand

and controlled the pace. “Fuck, you’re

good at that.”

“Come in my mouth. I want to taste

you.”

He pulled her head away. “Next

time.”

She looked up at him, knowing her

face must show her disappointment. He

was ruining the fantasy.

“Next time? Do you plan on getting

trapped in an elevator again, ‘cause I

don’t?” She darted her tongue out,

attempting to lick his slippery shaft, but he

held her too far away.

“Sexy girl, when I come in your

mouth, you’ll be under my desk on your

knees, sucking down everything I give

you. My one hand will be approving

expense reports, and the other will be

tweaking your pink nipple.”

Her pussy contracted with his

demanding words. She pulled herself

closer to his body finally making contact

with his balls. They tightened under the

slow lap of her tongue.

“Once I finish with your mouth,

you’ll turn around and stick that beautiful

ass in the air, so I can fuck your sopping

wet pussy.”

“Fuck me now.” She stood.

Their tongues twisted and tangled in

a heated rhythm. He didn’t waste any time.

His hands quickly found the hem of her

skirt and thrust it up to her waist. The cool

breeze didn’t do anything to tamp down

the blazing heat.

She laid her head back, savoring the

pleasure he was so content to give.

He grunted in her ear, “Please tell

me you have a condom?”

“Safety!” She unlocked herself from

his grip and bolted for her purse. She held

the deep purple packets up, waving them

in joy. “It’s good to be prepared.”

“Lucky for me.”

He pounced on her, pushing her to

the elevator wall. His mouth came down

on hers with urgent need. He ripped open

the foil wrapper and slid down the smooth

latex.

Grabbing her just under her bottom,

he lifted. She wrapped her legs around his

body. With a smooth glide, he was inside

her. She met him thrust for thrust as he

filled her core.

“Harder!”

He obliged. With every stroke she

slid up the smooth steel of the elevator

wall only to come back down hard on his

erection.

She should have her head examined.

After years of therapy discussing the fear

of being trapped in an elevator, here she

was with a cock buried to the hilt, waiting

for someone to rescue her from captivity.

She didn’t care that someone could hear

her low moans. Or that at any moment the

doors could swing open. She was
in
the

moment. All that mattered was the pulsing

dick gliding along the walls of her sex and

the rough grunts of…who?

“What’s your name?”

“Jordan.”

“Fuck me, Jordan. Just like that.”

“Shhh.” He nuzzled her neck.

“We’re not alone.”

“Make me come again.” She was on

the verge of release. This time instead of a

coiling in her belly, it tingled from the

outside in.

He leaned back, changing the angle,

and rubbed his dick on the grainy patch of

skin on the upper walls of her opening.

“Ohmygod! Ohmygod!”

“Take me with you.”

Their skin slapped together in a

frantic rhythm. The fabric of his pants

twisted in the chaos, and with every brush

of contact, her clit rubbed along the metal

edges of his zipper. The quick sting of

pain gave way to a slow build of pleasure

until she tipped over the edge.

The space went black, her head

spun in all directions, but the feel of her

cunt sucking him in with every contraction

kept her grounded in the experience.

Within seconds she felt the ripple of

his intense orgasm and the warmth of his

heated seed as it emptied into the condom.

He shuddered against her body then

dropped her down to rest on her feet.

His voice was hoarse as he finally

broke the silence. “I would get stuck in an

elevator every day if there was even a

slight chance of this happening again.”

“Me too.”

“This from the woman who not ten

minutes ago was terrified of elevators.”

“Well, I’d be up for it only if it’s

guaranteed
that this would happen again.”

He stepped away giving her some

room. She had to admit that the farther

away he was the more aware she became

of her surroundings.

“And it would have to always be

with you.” She pulled down her skirt and

fixed her messy hair. “You’re the master

of distraction.”

“I wasn’t kidding about my office. I

think you’re…”

There was a loud rumble, and the

elevator car flooded with fluorescent

lighting. A few rattles and the elevator

began a slow decent back to the main

floor.

“Thank God. Any longer, and we

might have been forced to do an encore.”

Not that she would ever turn that down.

She looked him over, and despite

the mind-blowing sex session they’d just

finished, she saw the spark flicker in his