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Authors: Kailin Gow

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As the elevator rose, so did her arousal.  Errol pressed his hips against hers, showing her just how aroused he was.  His hardened shaft pressed into her and she let out a pleasurable groan.

“I’ll make you forget that nightmare of a flight soon enough.”  He kissed her neck and trailed down between her breasts. “Let all your tension out, Tar and enjoy the moment.”

She pulled away slightly.  “Let’s just wait until we get to your place,” the logical side of her brain commanded.

“Afraid we’ll get caught?” he teased.

“Think of your reputation, Errol.  If one of your…”  She let out a long, slow hiss of breath as his lips found a nipple.  Breathing heavily, she continued.  “… your neighbors… What if they… Ah!  Errol.  What will they think?”

“Any woman who comes upon us will think ‘lucky girl,’ and any guy who sees us…”

Suddenly the thought of getting caught added to her arousal; the thought of being seen, of being watched was arousing.  She almost wished the doors would slide open.  Perhaps a group of young men would stand there and gawk at them.

“Loosen up, Tar.  Let go and lose yourself in the sensations of your body.  Stop thinking and just feel,” he said as he passed his tongue over her nipple.  “Feel it and let the tension go.”

“Oh, it’s gone, Errol.  You’ve already succeeded,” she murmured.  “And now all I want is your cock deep inside me.  I want to ride you, Errol.  I want to feel you.”

He jacked her skirt up and ran his finger over her swollen lips.  The thin fabric of her panties was too much of a barrier and she longed to have his fingers directly on her.  She wanted skin on skin contact, but he continued to tease her for another excruciating moment.

“Errol,” she whispered.

Hearing the full weight of his hushed name, he pulled the panties aside and ran his finger through the moisture that’d accumulated.  “Yes, oh Baby, that’s more like it,” he groaned as he brought the moistened finger to his lips.  “You certainly let go.  You’re even hornier than I am… and considering the stiff hard-on I have, that’s saying a lot.”

Narrowing his eyes with hunger, he grabbed each panel of her shirt and tore it apart then attacked the front clasp of her bra.  With an expert flick of his fingers, he released her breasts.

Once again the thought of strangers watching them aroused her.  Her full breasts perked and her nipples stood erect in anticipation of all to come.  She opened her eyes and caught their reflection in one of the mirrors.  They made for an exquisitely erotic picture.

Errol plunged between her breasts, licking, sucking, and kissing with his lips while grasping with both hands.  To see him, one would think he’d never seen a pair of breasts before.

The elevator came to a stop, and in her foggy mind, she heard the doors slide open and imagined the expression on the faces of those who watched.  They were shocked, but unable to pry their eyes away.  They were flabbergasted, but enticed.  They were aroused and eager to see more.  Instead of her usual course of action, becoming inhibited and wanting to stop, she became more wanton and all sensible thought abandoned her.  She arched her back and threw her head back, giving Errol even more access to her breasts all while allowing the onlookers a glimpse of the aroused orbs.

With a wild need to fulfill every sense, she pulled Errol’s shirt open and kissed his chest, quickly bringing her lips to the waist of his slacks.  Moving with rushed and impatient speed, she unzipped his pants and freed his erection, holding it with a tight grip.

“You want a taste?” Errol said as he teasingly pulled back.

She leaned into him, refusing to allow his cock to escape her.  With hungry lips, she kissed the tender tip and he moaned his pleasure.

“Take it all in.”

Holding back, she continued to kiss the very tip of his erection.  “I’m not sure you deserve it.”

He drove his fingers through her hair and pulled her head closer to his crotch.  “Damn it, take it all in.  Suck hard until I tell you to stop.”

She shook her head and licked the length of his shaft, well aware of the open elevator door.

“Do you love me, Errol?” she whispered.

“Yes!  Forever.”

“Do you deserve me?”

“I’ll prove it to you every day.”

She took in a full inch of his cock.

“Ah, Lord have Mercy.”  His fingers tightened around her head and he rammed the full length of his cock into her mouth.

Tar welcomed him, sucking on him, licking him and pulling up on the rigid shaft, delighting in the soft and sensual feel of her tongue along his cock until he groaned deep within his chest a primal groan that shook his entire body. Knowing how she affected him, aroused her more, and she eagerly took him in deeper, sucking harder.

With a quick and harsh motion, Errol pulled her up, spun her around and pushed her head forward as he poked his cock along the moistened folds of skin. 

“I wanted to keep this until later, but you're driving me crazy.  I can’t hold off.”  He plunged deep inside her from behind, rocking her hard as he thrust in and out of her frantically. “Look what you do to me, Taryn.”  He slapped against her, the sound of their colliding bodies filling the small space of the elevator. He gritted his teeth and exhaled, “I can’t get enough of you.”

She heard a gasp and wondered if it’d come from Errol or one of the onlookers.  Either way, she groaned with pleasure and swung her hips from side to side in a provocative manner.

Errol reached around her, and while his cock probed her innermost core, his fingers delved through her lips and clitoris, massaging the tiny little nub to the edge of an explosive orgasm.

“You want it?” Errol asked, never stopping the motion of his cock or fingers.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You want it now?”

“Yes!” she shouted as the waves of pleasure reached an ultimate high and hovered there waiting… waiting… waiting… until.  “Yes!” 

Errol pounded into her just as her orgasm shook her entire body.  Groaning his own climax, he straightened her up, leaned into her, and pushed her flat up against the mirrored wall as he pumped into her, pouring every last drop of him into her.

The cool glass, in sharp contrast to the heat of the moment, brought her sensations full circle.  After a day that had begun, so many hours ago, with the dreaded notion that Errol was duplicitous, she was now entirely fulfilled and satisfied… and eager for more.

Suddenly mindful of the open elevator door, she turned to find the corridor empty.

“I thought we had an audience,” she remarked as she looked over her shoulder at Errol.

“Are you disappointed?” he said with an amused grin.  “If that’s your scene, I could make arrangements next time.”

She chuckled.  “Now that blood is flowing freely to my brain again, I have to say no.”

“But in the moment, you were thrilled by it, weren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say…”

“Weren’t you?” he insisted as he pulled out of her and turned her completely around.  “You little vixen.  I knew you were wild, but…”

“Don’t get any ideas in that head of yours.”

“You thought the doors could open up on any floor and expose us to strangers innocently waiting to take the elevator.”

“Maybe…” she hinted.  “Didn’t you?”

“No,” he said with a bold laugh.  “I happen to know this elevator is private and only opens onto the penthouse.”

Now that the erotic fog had been lifted, she remembered, rather sheepishly, that very fact.  “Oh, yeah.  I forgot.”

Biting his lower lip, he looked at her with new awe and interest.  “I never would have thought you had it in you to be so bold and abandoned…”

“Stop looking at me like that Errol.  I wasn’t turned on by the imaginary crowd at the elevator doors.”

“A crowd, huh?” he said with increased interest.

She playfully slapped his arm and walked out of the elevator.  “Cut it out.  I was just caught up in the moment.”

“If anything, I’d say that imaginary crowd is what had you so particularly hot and sweaty.”  He looked down at his aroused crotch.  “Look at me.  I am hard for you again just thinking about it.”

Tar laughed.  “You're just plain horny… no matter what you think about.”

He followed her into the living room, his hands outstretched to grab her butt.

“Stop it, Errol.  You’ve had your fun.  Now I need to go wash up and get rested.”

Taking a firm hold of her wrist, he pulled her back to him, her breasts colliding with his chest.  “I’ll give you a reason to wash up,” he said, the full intent of his words clearly written across his face.

With her shirt open and her breasts barely concealed, she was alluring and enticing… and horny.

“Errol, I’m already a mess as it is.”

He pushed her back onto the sofa.  “Pull open your shirt,” he ordered.

She slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the fabric back just to the edge of each nipple.

“More,” he commanded.

Instead of opening her shirt wider, she ran her fingers along the edge of the fabric, reveling in the sensation of her firm round breasts.

“You like your tits just as much as I do,” he noted.  He grabbed a hold of his hard erection and aimed it at her.

“Just as much as you like your cock.”  Tar pulled back her shirt and grabbed both breasts, filling her tiny hands with the firm and eager flesh.

“Perk up your nipples.”

She pinched and tweaked her nipples and as a shot of arousal quickly made its way to her thighs, she set both feet on the coffee table behind Errol, on either side of him.

“Sweet siren,” he said as he gazed down at her exposed crotch.  His fist tightened around his shaft.

While one hand remained on her breast, her other hand traveled down her belly between her legs.  Running her fingers along the titillated smooth skin, she parted her lips, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

Errol edged closer, pumping harder and faster.

Knowing it would drive him to the edge, Tar brought both hands to her crotch and pulled the tender, moistened folds of skin apart, showing Errol just how aroused she was.

“Damn it, Tar,” he hissed as his eyes narrowed.

For several moments she simply ran her fingers around and around the soft skin, her eyes never leaving his.  His gaze riveted to the motions of her fingers, it was as if nothing else existed.

“Go in,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I’m not ready yet.”

He inhaled with difficulty and let the air slowly seep between his lips.  His jaw was slack in concentration and his gaze never wavered from her fingers. 

“Please,” he said.  “Go in, now.  I can’t…”

Eager to please him and herself, she nudged her finger deep inside the warmth and moisture.  “Like this?”

“Ah, shit.”

Pulling out to dive back in, she mimicked the motions of intercourse.

“Ah, shit!”

“Don’t make a mess, Errol,” she said with matron authority.

“Yes.”

“Errol, don’t!” she commanded with a secret smile.

“Yes!” He set one hand on the sofa’s armrest and groaned his release.

“Errol!” she shouted with mock anger.

Gently squeezing out the last drops of his arousal, he grinned at her.  “You continue to surprise me, my lovely Taryn.”

“As do you, Errol.  As do you.”

He cupped her chin and pulled her mouth to his where he savagely kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. “I hunger for you,” he said. “Go, take your shower, but we’re not through yet.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off his lips and his burning eyes. They’ve just had the most passionate raw sex, yet she couldn’t get enough of him. Errol King was sex incarnate. Everything about him radiated it. He was insatiable.

“You can literally have whatever you want now.”  He took her hand and helped her up.  “Come on.  Let’s get you washed up.”

In the bathroom, he turned on the shower and they hopped into the stall.

“Sure feels good,” Errol said as he dunked under the flow of water.

Tar took her time washing, reveling in the warm water.  When she stepped out the phone rang.

“You want me to get that?” Tar offered as Errol remained under the flow of water.

“Naw.  I’m not expecting anything important.  It’ll go to voicemail.”

Tar grabbed a towel just as the caller got to the voicemail.

“Errol.  Errol are you there?” a female voice asked.

Tar almost doubled over as the wind was knocked out of her at the sound of that seductive and husky tone.

“Errol, pick up.  I absolutely have to talk to you,” she insisted with a guttural laugh.

After a long pause she went on.  “Well, I heard you were home in New York, that’d you’d taken a flight in from Paris.  Look, if rumors are true and you are in New York, I would really, really like to see you.  Thing is, I’ve just had my place remodeled and I think it looks just fabulous.  I’d really like to have you take a look at it, tell me what you think.  You know how I appreciate your opinion.”

Frozen to the spot, Tar listened with growing nausea.

“Of course, my apartment isn’t the only thing I want you to take a look at.  It just so happens that I spent the better part of the afternoon at this new little lingerie boutique and I have a few adorable little outfits I’d like to show you.  I know how you love violet and I think you’ll love the stunning lace bra and garters I got.”

Tar gagged as Errol pulled away from the flow of water, wiped the water from his face and heard the ongoing message.

“And if you don’t like that one,” she went on, “I also bought this kinky little number that is sure to get you excited.”

“I think I’ll have to go get that.”  Errol shut the water off and moved to step out of the shower, but Tar blocked his path.

“I want to hear it.”  Stone-faced, Tar stood her ground.

“It’s been over a month since I’ve seen you,” the cool female voice said.  “and I’m really starting to miss you.  You know our last night together was so hot, I mean, honey, you were on fire, and you left me steaming for weeks, but now I’m ready to steam it up again.  Give me a call and let your sugar baby share her warmth with you, sweetie.  You have my number.  Call any time.  I’m up until late.”

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