“No, it’s not funny,” I say from beside the panel right in front of her. “This whole shit is not funny.”
“It is what it is. You can screw whomever you want to. It’s none of my business.” She punctuates her next words. “Now just press the button.”
“This whole thing was a misunderstanding,” I tell her. She looks down at her feet, and I don’t stop talking. “The whole day has been one clusterfuck after another.”
“It honestly looked like it was a clusterfuck,” she says, and then she looks up at the ceiling with a pensive look on her face. “Or just a fuck. Which one was it?”
“I didn’t fucking touch her,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “She was all over me like flies on shit. Her hands were everywhere, and the only thing I could do was dodge her.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” She laughs bitterly and then crosses her arms. “We’re just friends, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your bathroom fuckfest.”
And with that, I lose it. Like honestly, categorically, methodically lose my shit.
“Fuck being your friend.” I charge her, her eyes widening when she realizes I’m coming for her, and her arms fall by her sides. My mouth crashes down on hers before I can talk myself out of it. Her arms involuntarily raise by the side of her head, her mouth opens for me, and I finally slide my tongue in. The kiss we’ve both wanted but didn’t partake in is here, and it’s fucking glorious. When our tongues finally touch, both of us groan. My hands cup her face as her arms wrap around the back of my neck and her hands wind up in my hair.
I kiss her with everything I have to give. I kiss her knowing this kiss will change everything. I kiss her knowing this first kiss beats out every other first kiss I’ve ever had. The need, the want, and the wait have all led to this moment, and I would imprint this memory forever. “All day.” My lips kiss her lightly, my heart beating, my chest heaving. “All week. Scratch that, for two weeks I’ve wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” She doesn’t say anything, her breaths starting to come out in pants. “Taste you.” I bend my head again, and this time, she is the one who leans in first, capturing my mouth with hers. I’m lost in everything that she gives me, lost in her touch, her scent, just her. I have no idea how long we’ve been self-imprisoned in this elevator; all I know is that we could stay in this metal bubble forever, and I’d be happy.
“This is security . . . is everything okay in there?” A voice speaks through the intercom as we break apart, trying to compose our breathing. “We are going to override the system. Please tell us which floor you’re on.”
Leaning forward so our foreheads touch as our breaths begin to slow, I silently pray she’ll say yes when I whisper, “Come with me.” I’m not ready for this moment to be over, and I’m afraid it will give her more time to think about everything and more time to run. “Come with me, Jessica.” She just nods, so I give him my floor number, and the elevator starts moving. When the door opens, I walk out and lead Jessica to my room. I take the card out and open the door, standing in the marble entryway. I close the door and then push Jessica against it. “I need to taste you.” Her hands grip the bottom of my suit jacket. My hands cupping her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “I have been wanting to touch your face since we were in that boat and you sat next to me.” I kiss her, and she’s kissing me back. “I wondered if it was soft like silk. I wondered if your eyes would lighten or darken when I touched you.”
“Tyler,” she says, arching her back, “I’ve waited a really long time for you to kiss me.”
I smile now, and I bend my head, but it’s not a little peck like the last one. This kiss is all tongue, each of us trying to deepen the kiss further, if that’s even possible. Her hands move from my jacket to my chest and up around my neck. I leave her lips, and her groans fill the room when I turn my head to the other side, and she nips at my bottom lip, trying to pull my lips back to hers.
That was my breaking point. I move my hands from her face to under her arms and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as she bites her bottom lip, and I move my hands to her ass as her mouth crashes down on mine. I turn around and go up the stairs to my bedroom while she moves her head from left to right, and we swallow each other’s moans. The minute I get to the top, I thank the powers that be that the bed is right there. Her purse falls from her arm when I throw her on the bed; her eyes focused on mine while I shrug out of my jacket. Ripping my shirt from my pants, I try my hardest to unbutton the shirt as fast as I can while kicking off my shoes. She leans forward and unties the strap at her ankle, and I yell, “No.” She looks up with a smirk. “The shoes stay. In fact, the next time, you bring all the shoes you brought with you.”
“You have a shoe fetish.” She smiles at me, and I put one knee on the bed, grabbing her ankle and yanking her to me.
“I have a few fetishes if you want to hear how they involve you?” Her brow raises in a sexy-ass way that tells me she’s game for whatever I’m playing, so I continue. “I have a fetish for pounding your pussy while you wear them.” I push her dress up her leg, more and more of her thigh showing, but I stop right before I see what she’s wearing underneath. “I have a fetish for bending you over and eating your pussy.” She shivers now. “And my fetish gets even worse right before . . .”
Her head falls back. “You fuck me.” She whispers the last words to my sentence.
I smile as both my hands grab the silky bottom of her dress. Yanking it up over her hips, I finally get to see what she is wearing under it. I don’t spend much time admiring the sexiness of her pink lace thong before my mouth covers her mound. My tongue comes out, licking up and down through the lace. She’s already wet, and my hands go to her hips when she bucks them up. “Easy there,” I say to her. My finger runs up and down her slit, causing her legs to fall to the sides.
My cock hurts so much I have to undo the button so it’ll stop throbbing. She must take this as an invitation because she sits up, and in record time, my fly is down, followed by my boxers. Somehow, she’s maneuvered herself so that her mouth is now over my cock. She’s like fucking Flash. I try to stop her, but she swallows half my cock. Her lying on my bed, the panoramic view of the city skyline, and looking up at the mirror above the bed, I watch her as she pushes my pants down, stroking me with her hand. She lets it go from her mouth with a plop. I look down at her, and she looks up at me with a stare that speaks volumes. Her tongue comes out, licking me from my base to the head of my cock, and she twirls her tongue around the tip right before she takes me down her throat again.
“Fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes and trying not to think of her with my cock in her mouth. Even though that visual is burned in my brain, and the sensations she’s causing are mind-blowing, I can’t blow my load just yet. My hips have a mind of their own, though, and I’m thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. Jesus. My balls start to get tight, and I know no matter how much I fight it, I’ve lost the battle, and I’m going to come faster than a virgin on prom night. “I’m coming,” I tell her, expecting her to let me go and jerk me off, but she doesn’t. She takes me deeper, her hand jerking me off faster and faster, and when my cum shoots in her mouth, she takes me that much deeper and her hand works me that much faster. My thrusts slow, but her mouth never lets me go.