Going Down: The Elevator Series (5 page)

“You wouldn’t have dared!” I sat up straighter and feigned a stern look.

“Oh, I would’ve dared,” Cole quipped. “You are far too tempting to be this close to you without touching you.” His eyes went from jovial to intense in the span of a few seconds.

“Is that a fact?” Every nerve ending in my body stood on red alert.

“I’m nothing if not honest, Cici.” He stroked my cheek and down my neck with the back of his hand. His lips followed slowly behind, caressing the skin near the neckline of my blouse. “Mmm, you smell like coffee,” he whispered.

“There was an incident.” My voice sounded throaty and foreign. Cole didn’t even seem to hear. I was still in his lap, albeit, awkwardly. His hand started to move up my thigh while his mouth continued its work in the northern safe zone. I knew he was telegraphing his moves, so I could stop him if I wanted to. I had no plans to stop anything. My libido was throwing a ticker-tape parade.

“Is this okay?” He looked at me again in that way that caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

“I don’t think yes is a strong enough word,” I managed to say through my panting.

“Good.” His voice was nearly a growl, which seemed to have a direct line to my promised land.

I pushed his back flat against the elevator wall and seated myself on his lap more firmly. My mouth went back to its new favorite place. Some part of my brain convinced my hands to press pause on their love affair with his hair and focus on unbuttoning his shirt. I slid his shirt over his shoulders, down his arms, and then discarded it to the floor. Even though my face was still melded to his, my hands could feel that he probably didn’t skip the gym often for pajama and ice cream night like yours truly. I mean, I was still in somewhat decent shape, but I wasn’t exactly entering a triathlon anytime soon.

Cole broke our heated kiss long enough to lift my blouse over my head. In that moment, I was so very thankful for two things. First: My mother always taught me to wear clean and pretty underwear no matter what. Second: There were no cameras in this ancient contraption of an elevator.
No need to saturate the YouTube market.

I took this opportunity to run my fingers down his chest. He was fit. Oh, my was he fit. I wanted to drink champagne out of the grooves in his abs. My hands thought they might have a new favorite place.

Cole brushed my hair off my shoulders. “I thought you were beautiful before, but I’m going to have to kick that up to stunning now.”

Words failed me again as he ran a finger between my breasts, over the curve of one, and then the other. Part of me wanted to close my eyes because he was too damn gorgeous to look at while he was half naked and touching me, but a larger part of me wanted to remember everything about this forever. He palmed both of my breasts and squeezed firmly. I’d never heard the soft noises that were coming out of my mouth. Cole squeezed both of my nipples through my thin bra, bringing forth a whole different set of noises. He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, holding eye contact the whole time. It hit the floor and was perfectly happy to lie next to his shirt. He crushed his lips to mine again and we were all hands and loud breaths and moans reverberating off the elevator walls
.
I was very much in danger of spontaneously combusting.

At this point I will either have to throw away these panties or frame them.

Cole gripped my ass, leaned backward and then stood, pulling me with him. Without saying anything, he put one hand on my hip and found the zipper to my skirt.

I placed my palm on his forearm. “Wait.”
I was joking, right?
My mouth said the word without running it past my libido. I wasn’t even certain I had said it out loud until I saw the confused look on Cole’s face.

“Do you want to stop? Is this not okay?”

“No—no! I mean, yes, it’s okay. It’s better than okay. No, I don’t want to stop,” I stammered.

“What is it, then?” His eyebrows shot up, and he looked more confused than ever. I tended to have that effect on people.

“It’s just that I’ve—um—never done this before. You know, had sex outside of a relationship. One-night stands are new territory for me.” My voice was so quiet by the end of my rambling that I couldn’t be sure he’d heard me.

He put his hands on my face. “For the record, I’ve never had a one-night stand, either, and I thought it was clear that I’m not interested in just one night—or, morning—as the case may be.”

Definitely framing these panties. Possibly adding an engraved plaque.

I exhaled and kissed his lips softly. “Also,” I began, “in the interest of full disclosure, it’s been a while since I’ve had
the sex,
and I’m a little afraid some tumbleweed or a barn owl could come popping out of there.”

Cole threw his head back and laughed, making my hesitation vanish. “I’ll proceed with caution, then.” He brushed my hair out of my face, trailed his fingers down my back, and over my ass. Cole kissed along my jaw and down my neck, making me shiver despite the warmth coming off my skin. I couldn’t seem to take in enough air.

He pressed his lips to mine again and I thought there might only be one thing better than killing Cole. He must have read my mind because he reached back up and pushed down my skirt and panties at the same time, almost over exaggerating his cautious pace.

The way he looked at me made me feel more exposed than I’d ever felt. By some kind of cosmic intervention, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable like it usually is the first time someone sees you naked. I felt raw and powerful.

“Please allow me to even out the score.” I hoped my voice sounded less breathy to him than it did to me. Maybe it was because I barely knew Cole, but I was a weird mix of nervous and horny. I hoped it came off as confident, though. Channeling my inner sex kitten, I slid lithely down the wall, never breaking eye contact with Cole. It didn’t play out exactly like it does in the movies, as my sweaty back thundered down the faux wood paneling.

Holy hell, that burns! Shake it off. Get your head in the game, Carrington.
My sex kitten had been replaced by a battle-hardened football coach.

Unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, I dragged his trousers and boxer briefs down his legs. They were good legs. His manhood stood at attention directly in front of my face. I mentally saluted it. Before today, I would’ve said if you’ve seen one penis you’ve seen them all. Sure, size, shape and color vary, but they pretty much all look like newborn, hairless weasels. This one was different. This one should’ve made a sound each time it was unsheathed. But that would make for some awkward conversations at the urinal, I suppose. It was what I thought penises would look like before I saw a real one. I don’t think trumpet fanfare would have been out of order.

I gently kissed the tip of his beef whistle, and it jerked at my touch. Cole hissed out a breath. I sucked the tip into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth then, stroking his extra length with my hand. Cole mumbled a string of curse words. Swallowing a mouthful of baby juice wasn’t the ideal ending for a location without access to running water, so I pulled back until he was all the way out of my mouth. Cole released my hair I didn’t realize he’d wrapped around his hand. “Damn. While you’re down there, could I trouble you to grab my wallet out of my pants’ pocket?”

“Do you normally have to pay for this kind of activity?” I fished his wallet out and handed it up to him.

“No,” he answered tartly. “I have a condom in there. Safety first and all.” He reached down for my hand and pulled me up.

I looked at the dingy brown tiles beneath my feet. The spot where we slept had one less layer of caked-on dirt than the rest. The thought of any part of my naked body touching that surface was straight out of my nightmares. My hesitation was back for a whole new set of reasons. “Um…how exactly are we going to do this? I think laying down is out of the question. My shots are not up to date.”

He paused for a moment, twisting his mouth to the side in an adorably sexy fashion. “Hold on, I have a plan.” He said it with such conviction I couldn’t have cared less what the actual plan was. Cole placed the condom between his teeth, tore it open, and slid it on.

It’s like Fourth of July in my ovaries.

“Hold onto my shoulders.” I had seen enough blooper videos to know this wasn’t a good idea, but he seemed so confident that I was happy to roll the dice. Cole lifted me up, with my back pressed against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his hips like my life depended on it. I found myself wishing that cameras
were
in here. For prosperity sakes, of course.
I’d swipe a copy and study this like the Zapruder film.
He shifted himself so that his flesh flute was aligned with my lady garden.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Please,” I whimpered. I wasn’t sure if I was begging for mercy or begging for more. He pushed into me, claiming my mouth again at the same time. His hands supported my backside as he moved his body in a way probably illegal in fifteen states. It had been such a long time since anything nonsynthetic had been inside my sanctum sanctorum, I was shocked my body didn’t reject it like a defective transplant.

“Fuck, baby, you feel amazing,” Cole groaned between thrusts.

The combination of Cole’s heavy breathing and calling me “baby” would be a porn soundtrack that would play on repeat in my mind for years. Things were happening in my body that didn’t have names in the English language. He would probably have divots in his shoulders for weeks with the way I gripped him. Some long dormant feral part of me took pride in marking him.

Mine.

“Fuck, this is good,” he mumbled more than once.

I couldn’t manage to string together two full words. My cries sounded like an episode of
Wild Kingdom
. It was as if I no longer had control over the volume or content of the particulars issuing from my mouth. I dug my heels into his backside a little harder. Cole’s pace was almost too fast and too slow at the same time.

I won’t be able to last much longer
.

No sooner had that thought left my head, I cried out like a mountain lion in heat, throwing my head back.

“Grover fucking Cleveland!” I screamed. Stars danced around in my vision, and I didn’t think the sole cause was slamming my cranium against the elevator wall in the throes of passion.

“Oh, fuck, baby!” Cole bellowed. It was clear he had a potty mouth during coitus, and that made him exponentially hotter. He pushed into me one last time with his release and laid his sweaty head on my shoulder. He eased me down to the ground, where I stumbled for a bit like a newborn fawn.

I tried in vain to regain control of my breathing. “That was—uh—well, on behalf of women everywhere, thank you and—wow.”

“I return the sentiment. But, from men everywhere—” He hesitated and appeared to be mulling something over. “Did you call out Grover Cleveland’s name a minute ago?”

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. “Oh, yeah. That.” A spot on the floor held my attention. “He’s the twenty-second president.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said it had been a while. Your last boyfriend has been dead over a hundred years.”

My cheeks were hot enough to power a solar car. “No, I’m kind of a history nerd and US presidents are interesting to me. It’s been mentioned before that I allegedly will use a forefather’s name when I… get… there. Allegedly.”

Cole smiled and shook his head. “You’re a fascinating creature, Cici. And I think your use of the word ‘allegedly’ is a bit liberal.” He kissed the top of my head.

“While we’re on the topic of oddities,” he continued, “I don’t really know what to do with this.” Cole held up the spent condom, looking around the tiny space for somewhere to deposit it. “Do you happen to have a trash bag in your suitcase?”

“It’s not a suitcase—” I stopped myself as I surveyed the damage around us—discarded clothes, food wrappers, and a cast-off prophylactic. I laughed. “It looks like raccoons did the deed in here.”

He joined in my nonsensical amusement. “You’re right. This is quite a sight. I’ve had quite a few new life experiences with you, Cici.” His smile was amazing. I wanted to kiss it right off his face. It made the corner of his eyes crinkle and showed his perfect teeth. Dental hygiene was important.

“That is an understatement.” I was very aware I stood there in nothing but my birthday suit and some killer pumps Maggie bought me for my birthday. She would be very pleased they were put to good use. I closed the short distance between us. “You know what else I’ve never done?” I ran my hand down his chest.

“What’s that?” His eyes got wider the lower my hand went.

“I’ve never done the deed in an elevator twice.” I purred, batting my eyes. My hand reached his lap rocket and I curled my fingers around it like it was their job. Standing on my tiptoes, I crushed my mouth to his. Now that I’d had a taste of this man, I was ruined for life.

He pulled back, holding both sides of my face. “I need more than a few minutes to recover, just so you know. I’m not seventeen anymore.”

“We’ve got nothing but time,” I wasn’t sure where this extra confident Cici came from, but I hope she stayed a while.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbled.

My ovaries were going to bust out of my torso like the Kool-Aid Man.

Cole ran his fingers across my delicate rose of delight before slipping two fingers inside. I cried out so loudly the walls of the elevator reverberated. My hands groped his manhood as he worked me back to the Holy Land of Pleasure.

“Fuck yes, Cole!” I screamed.
He was a bad influence.

“Oh fuck!” Cole shouted. The elevator started groaning loudly along with us.

“Yes, Millard Fillmore! Oh God, yes!” I wailed.

Three loud bangs that were completely different from the banging happening inside our compartment stopped us both in mid-torrid embrace.

“Hello down there!” called a voice from above. “We will have you out in just a few minutes!”

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” Cole muttered to himself. This cursing was less sexy than the other. We froze, afraid to move, with all our extremities entwined.