“You’re so greedy,” I said as I swerved into a parking place.
I couldn’t get upstairs fast enough.
She was out of the car before me, shuffling her skirt down and throwing her bag onto her shoulder. Everything was a haze as I followed her into her elevator. I barely even saw the other cars or noticed the apartments.
There was only her. Only this.
The elevator dinged, and I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her around and into me, unable to resist kissing her. Her hands on my hips, my palms on her cheeks… We backed into the cage, and she broke free just long enough to press the button to her floor, but I stayed on her, tasting her neck where some of her drink had spilled onto her skin, my fingers once more lifting up that damn skirt.
“How many floors do we have?” I asked her.
“Ten,” she breathed as she hiked her leg around my waist.
The doors closed, and I pulled back to smirk down at her as I noticed the camera over the door. “Don’t come, sweet girl.”
“What—Fuck,Gavin—”
Her chin craned upwards the moment I pressed two fingers inside her. Shit, she was wet. I had to remind myself not to take her all at once. I bit her throat and pulsed that finger in and out, my thumb on her clit. Her moan sent me cursing. She bucked into my hand, and I could feel her walls throbbing.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being watched?” I said upon hearing her whimper at denying herself. “Do you think the security guard is enjoying the show?”
Chloe pushed on my shoulder. “Shit—what—“ But her body limped when I curled my fingers deeper inside her again. “Gavin—“
“Tell me you want me to stop,” I said against her neck. “Tell me you don’t want to be watched. Tell me you’re not throbbing at the thrill of knowing someone is probably getting off to the sound of your beautiful fucking moans and the sight of your open mouth.” I pulled back, meeting her eyes, and she sucked her lip behind her teeth as she tried to suppress a moan.
“Don’t stop,” she said in a breathless high-pitch.
I chuckled softly at her plea and slowed my caress. “Go ahead, baby,” I whispered. “Scream for me.” I pinched her clit again, making her jaw shake and her mouth sag. “Give your audience what they want.”
The elevator dinged, and Chloe flinched, nearly jumping out of my arms, but I smiled against her skin and pulled my hand from beneath her skirt. She whimpered, her eyes opening, and I held that gaze as I brought my fingers to my lips to taste.
“Mmm…” I sang at the taste of what I’d done to her. “Like candy.”
Chloe’s lips slammed into mine once more as she grabbed me by the sweater and pushed me backward into the hall. We were out of the elevator, slamming into the opposite wall. A picture fell. A vase on the buffet table broke. The wall vibrated. She was clawing and tugging at my neck and hair. Lips smashing together with such recklessness that I had to refrain from bending her over that table and fucking her in the hall.
Before I could, she moved from beneath me and took my hand.
One turn. Two turns. The red-walled halls reminded me of the neon at the bar, only adding to my desire for this woman. She was heading toward the door at the end of the dead, darkened hall, and upon reaching it, she dropped my hand to search for her keys.
I hovered over her, my forearm lying against the doorframe, the other gripping at her hip. I couldn’t wait to have her undressed and restrained on the bed, to feel her skin flush to mine, hear her moan without holding back…
The fantasies filled my head, distracting me from her fumbling figure—so much so that when she got the door unlocked, I had to snap myself out of the daze.
The smell of spiced vanilla air freshener hit me as the door opened. I nearly fell when she turned and grabbed me by the shirt, yanking me inside. The door slammed, and she pushed me onto the back of it, her lips meeting mine.
Whatever papers she’d had pinned to the fridge fell to the ground. Her hair tangled in my fingers as I pulled her closer. Hands sliding down her side, I grabbed her ass and hauled her up onto my waist. Her breasts pushed into my face, and I buried my head between them, biting the top of her tit where I could see stretch marks on her skin. The sight of them made me clench her ass tighter. Fucking gods, she made me wild. I groaned at the thought of licking every mark on her body, tasting every inch of her delicate flesh, and savoring that swollen cunt. My cock was already pressing against my zipper at the thought.
I lifted my head from her breasts, intent on kissing her again, but she pushed her hands to my face and held me steady.
“I need five minutes,” she managed, her heavy breaths jagged between us.
I swallowed, my chest heaving, and I nodded as I set her on the ground again. A break. A break could be good. I could take a moment and collect myself, look at the bedroom and get my bearings.
“Five,” I agreed.
But before she could walk away from me, I hauled her back into my arms, my fingers pulling in her hair and exposing her neck.
“If you even think about touching yourself in there, I’ll punish you the rest of the night,” I warned. “And not the kind of punishment you think you’ll enjoy.”
