“WHAT? No!” I said with a frustrated laugh.
She licked her lips for me, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her fingers.
“Now, now, don’t pout. There’s plenty more where that came from. I just didn’t want you to lose all your…mojo…already. When there’s so much more to do,” she said smiling.
I narrowed my eyes as I looked at her.
“You’re an evil, evil woman,” I said.
“Damn right I am,” Theresa said with a smile. “Now, do you want to sit here complaining about how unfair your life is or do you want me to show you everything that my fine ass can do to a man like you?”
I put the car in park and turned off the engine.
“You’ll probably get a ticket if you sit here too long,” she said with a laugh.
“I’ll take my fucking chances,” I growled at her. “Now let’s get the fuck upstairs now so I can show you how badly I want to see what you can do?”
She leaned in to me then, soft and slow and planted a kiss on my lips. It was a kiss that lingered and was as sweet as honey wine.
“Let’s go, Fixer,” she said. “Let’s see what you got.”
25
Theresa
He couldn’t keep his hands off me as we got out of the car and hurried into my building.
The doorman, Carl, was there, a worried look on his face.
“Ms. Branigan,” he said anxiously, “you’re sure to get towed if you leave the car out front like that!”
Without missing a beat, Fixer took his car keys from his pocket and tossed them to Carl.
“You park that for me somewhere safe and hang on to my keys for me, I’ll give you a thousand dollars when I come back down!”
Carl took the keys with an astonished look on his face and just nodded.
“Sure. A…a thousand dollars?”
“One grand. All for you, Carl. You’re the best,” I said with a laugh as the elevator doors opened and the two of us tumbled inside.
The door hadn’t even closed before he dropped to his knees, spreading my legs with his strong hands and hiking my skirt up over my hips in the process.
“Oh yes,” I whispered. “But there’s a camera in here.”
“Let ‘em fucking watch,” he growled and moved my panties to the side with one hand, the other grabbing onto my ass for leverage as he did so.
Without preamble, he buried his face in me, his tongue instantly finding my clit and working it up and down.
It was like little electric shocks were shooting through me as he did so, tiny bolts of pleasure that went from top to tail, so to speak.
Reaching down, I grasped his head in my hands, pulling at his thick hair.
“God yes,” I moaned. “More.”
At this point, I didn’t give a fuck who saw us. I didn’t give a fuck if the door to the elevator opened and a whole flock of nuns paraded in.
All I wanted was this. All I wanted was him. And his mouth on me, tasting me, swallowing me, imbibing me. It was all so fucking good.
I looked up to the security camera in the corner of the elevator car. I didn’t know if anyone on the other end was watching the feed, but I couldn’t help myself.
I threw them a wink.
“That’s it, baby,” I groaned. “Don’t stop!”
The elevator dinged as we passed floor after floor on the way up to my apartment. With each sound of the bell ringing, he would tap on my clit with his tongue, sending more of those pleasure jolts cascading through me.
“Almost…there….” I said, echoing his words to me in the car, enjoying the double meaning of it all.
His fingers grasped onto the flesh of my ass, the pressure feeling as good as what his mouth was doing to me. I figured there would be bruises on me tomorrow. And I looked forward to checking them out in the mirror and remembering this moment.
I was grinding my hips against his face, pushing his head into me deeper with my hands. He was grunting and groaning like a starving animal, desperate for more, needing more, always looking for more, more more.
“Holy fuck,” I said, feeling the wave build up in me and about to crest. “That’s it, I’m going to…I’m going to….”
And that’s when I climaxed, pleasure and joy crashing over me. I shuddered and would have fallen to the elevator floor if he wasn’t holding me up with his hands.
“OH GOD,” I gasped and reached out for the handrails on the wall for support. Fixer wouldn’t stop, he kept going, as the initial orgasm subsided and then aftershocks kicked through me next.
I was shaking, soaking wet and already desperate for more. He stood up then, holding onto my hips and leaned in and kissed me. I could taste myself all over him and I tasted delicious.
We had finally reached my floor and the bell dinged one last time. The doors slid apart and my neighbor, Mrs. Kensington, along with her white miniature poodle, Ira, were both there.
“Hello Theresa,” she said cheerily. “You alright dear? You look flushed!”
“Oh, I’m just fine, Mrs. Kensington,” I said, trying to stifle a laugh. “Just…just in a bit of a rush today, that’s all.”
“Well, don’t push yourself too hard, dear. You don’t want to strain anything.”
“Sure don’t. Have a good day, Mrs. Kensington. Enjoy your walk, Ira,” I said, reaching down to pet the little dog. He gave a slight yelp of a bark and we stepped out past them into the hall.
As the elevator door shut, we burst into laughter.
“Ira? The dog’s name is Ira?” Fixer asked.
“Named after her late husband! I think it’s sweet!”
“Uh-huh,” he replied with more laughter.
I grabbed him by the sides of the face and kissed him then, deeply and passionately.
“Hope that didn’t distract you too much,” I said in a low voice. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I should fucking hope not,” he replied hungrily, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into him.
I somehow managed to get the key in the door and we tumbled into my apartment together. He shut the door behind us, never taking his mouth off of mine.
I started stripping off clothes as quickly as I could, throwing them anywhere I could just to get them out of the way.
He was doing the same, stepping out of shoes and socks, undoing a belt like he was an escape artist. Soon enough, it was just skin on skin.
It felt like we were on fire with each other, so much heat radiating off of us.
“Get me into the bedroom, now,” I urged him and he picked me up in arms, his hands cradling my legs and back.
He stepped forward, carrying me like I was nothing and into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, where I landed with slight bounce and a giggle.
He stood before me, fully erect, his body stunning in the half-light in the room.
“You ready for me?” He said with a deep voice.
I opened my legs slowly, sliding my hand down to feel how wet I was.
“More than ready,” I purred as he slammed the bedroom door shut and crawled on top of me.
Needless to say… that door didn’t open again for several hours.
And what glorious hours they were.