What Goes Up (3 page)

Steel. She needed to remember to remain steel hard
and unbending when it came to her wants. He’d get what he wanted
and needed too, but the balance, or imbalance, depending on how you
looked at it, of power meant neither would be satisfied unless she
deemed it acceptable. Right now, his bit of “damn, I’m the man”
attitude was unacceptable.

Trevor eyed her, brows furrowed, as he tugged the
two-hundred dollar tie from his neck. The red silk slid easily
through the knot and she nearly smiled.
Bet he didn’t imagine
this as he got ready for work this morning
.

He handed the unknotted tie to her and she let it
glide through her fingers as she replayed her next move in her
mind. She’d been practicing, but she prayed her skills held up now
that she had the real thing before her.

“On that ass, Trev. Grab the railing and don’t
move.” Ashley took another step back, giving him room to straighten
his legs. He moved slowly to comply, the entire time looking at her
as if he’d never seen her before. In truth, he’d never seen
this
Ashley before.
Times, they are a changing
.

When he settled himself on the floor of the
elevator, she stepped over him and went to work. In seconds, okay
many seconds if she was honest with herself, she had his hands tied
to the elevator railing. Could he get free if he tried? Absolutely.
She just hoped he’d get the symbolism and sit tight while she had
her wicked way with him.

*

Not moving. Nope, he wouldn’t move a muscle. He
wouldn’t twitch or move an inch. Trevor was a guy, but he wasn’t an
idiot
. Okay, he was, but not that big of an idiot as to ruin
what Ashley created. He licked his lips and savored the remainder
of her taste around his mouth. His cock throbbed in his slacks.
Damn, he’d never needed to adjust his package more than he did this
minute.

His dick, hard since he’d gotten the first look at
Ashley in her “I’m the boss” outfit, pulsed and leaked pre-cum as
she stood over him. The damp spot continued to spread across the
front of his pants as it pushed against his slacks as if to say
“Me! Pick me!” He wanted her to pick him, but he didn’t let his
hopes rise too high. She’d kept him guessing from the moment the
doors had slid open to reveal her nearly naked form, and he didn’t
even want to hazard a guess as to what was coming next. He just
prayed he’d be coming.

Trevor held his breath and remained immobile when
she squatted over his thighs, her pussy flushed pink and spread
wide just above his legs. He didn’t move as she tugged on his belt.
The leather slid free easily and still he remained quiet. He sucked
in a quick breath when Ashley popped the button on his slacks and
lowered the zipper to free his cock.

“No boxer briefs, Trevor? Naughty boy,” Ashley
practically purred.
Oh, damn
. It hadn’t been naughty so much
as he was trying not to ruin the line of his pants, but his lack of
boxers seemed to turn her on.
Score!

He watched, trying to remain motionless as she
encircled his shaft with her hand. Her pale skin stood out in
contrast to the purple hued, aroused flesh of his cock. She stroked
him with moderate pressure from root to tip, and he tightened his
hold on the railing. He imagined his knuckles turned white with the
force of his grasp. Every muscle in his body and cell in his brain
screamed, “Thrust, fuck, come!” but he held himself in check.
Barely.

“Tell me, Trevor, have you been with anyone else?”
Her voice took on the lost little girl tone he recognized. She
still had control, but uncertainty had wormed its way into their
encounter and his heart broke for her, for what he’d done to her
and them.

“No, Ash. No one since you.” Trevor hardly
recognized his own voice, but he figured holding back an orgasm
when he wanted nothing more than to shoot could do that to a
man.

“No one?”

He turned his attention to her face and swallowed
hard against the lump in his throat. Brow arched and lips turned in
a perfect smirk, Ashley set his blood to boiling. “No one, Ash. No
one.”

Ashley nodded and he hoped she believed him. He
didn’t know what was coming next, but,
damn
, he prayed
they’d be fucking soon. S. O. O. N.

Fuck if Ashley didn’t disappoint. She held his cock
in her tiny hand as she scooted up to settle over his hips and
positioned its head at her opening.

She lowered her silken moist heat over him,
enveloping the first inch of his cock in her pussy, and then she
froze. “No one since me and no one after, Trevor.”

Eyes and attention trained on the point of their
joining, Trevor shook his head to clear some of the lust crowding
in. “What?”

Her hand flew to his face in a blur of motion, and
his attention snapped to her face. “No one since me and no one
after, Trevor. Understand?”

Her slap wasn’t hard. It barely registered when
compared to the lust pounding in his veins, and his ache to be
inside her only seemed to increase with the sting of pain. Trevor
swallowed past the ball of emotion in his throat and nodded. Fuck,
how he loved this woman. Anyone willing to go to such lengths to
get them back together had to love him just as much, right?

The answer to his own question escaped him as Ashley
lowered her cunt onto his cock. Inch by inch, her heat swallowed
him until they were fully joined. The tight, wet heat that he
remembered wrapped him in its embrace. Nothing, not his hand or any
other woman, had ever felt as good as being buried deep within
Ashley’s pussy.

When he thought he’d go mad if she didn’t move, or
let him move, she rose above him. She gripped the railing next to
his wrists and began a slow, sinuous rhythm. Her abundant cream
eased the way for his cock as she rode him. Up and down, she slid
along his shaft, occasionally pausing to swivel her hips around the
head of his cock before lowering herself again.

Being without her for months had placed him on edge,
and no amount of masturbating had ever eased the ache she left.
Tight, slick, and hot, she gripped him with her pussy, the walls of
her heat clinging to his shaft as she worked him. Their breath
mingled as they both panted, she with exertion and he as he fought
to withhold his orgasm.

Ashley increased her pace, riding and grinding
against him like she never had before. Her pussy squeezed him on
the upstroke and released on the down, when she’d rotate her hips
against his. Over and again she repeated the movements. Up,
squeeze, down, release, grind. He didn’t know how much longer he
could hold back. Trevor kept his hips immobile, regardless of how
badly he ached to pound into her from below. He’d already received
glimpses of the harder side of his sweet Ashley, and he didn’t want
her getting pissed and walking away now.

Ashley’s pussy clenched and convulsed around him, a
sure sign her orgasm approached. Her breathing faltered, letting
him know that she truly was on the brink of climax. She buried her
face against his neck as she chanted his name, her warm breath
tickling yet arousing him further.

“Gonna come, Trev. Fuck, gonna come on your
cock.”

He moaned, her words shoving his own climax closer.
“Yeah, Ash. Come for me. Come all over my cock. Fuck me harder,
baby.”

If possible, she increased her efforts and Trevor
groaned. His climax zinged along his spine to settle in his lower
back. The pure pleasure morphed and grew as it slithered through
his body to center on his balls.

When Ashley screamed his name and her pussy
convulsed around him in a steady rhythm, he released his control.
He echoed her scream with his own, her name on his lips as his seed
erupted from his cock in great bursts. His dick throbbed in time
with his rapid heartbeat, pulsing within her tight cunt. His orgasm
seemed to continue forever.

It seemed as if hours passed before either of them
fully recovered from their explosive releases. Finally, Ashley
raised her head from his shoulder, a dreamy smile on her face. She
yanked and tugged at Trevor’s bonds, releasing his hands. Not
asking for permission, he enveloped her in his arms, pulling her
close and tucking her head against his chest. “Ah, I’ve missed you,
Ashley.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “So, so much. I’m sorry,
baby.”

“You should be.” She whacked his shoulder with a
fist. “Asshole.”

He laughed, causing his cock to stir within her
pussy, and she ground against him with a moan. “Uh, Ash? Unless we
want round two to be right here, we should probably get up and get
going.”

She raised her head, and his gaze locked with her
narrow-eyed stare. “I’m in charge, mister.”

He nodded, fighting his smile. Her hair had come
free of the ponytail and tiny errant curls framed her face. Her
lipstick was smeared and her eyeliner looked like some weird black
eye shadow and still she tried to look fierce. “I decide when we
go. And since my knees hurt like hell, we go now.”

She rose on her knees slowly, and he savored the
last remaining seconds inside her body, groaning when he finally
popped free. She wasted no time standing and pressing the button to
put the elevator back in motion. Trevor stood and tucked his
half-hard cock back into his pants and grabbed his coat and
Ashley’s discarded panties from the floor. Eyes trained on Ashley,
he soon discovered a slight problem.

“Uh, Ash? Where are your clothes?”

She smiled. “These are my clothes.”

He shook his head. “No fiancée of mine is going out
there bare-assed for the night security to see.”

“Fiancée?”

“Yes, fiancée.” He held his jacket out for her, and
she turned her back to him to slide her arms into the coat.

“You didn’t ask.”

“I don’t think you did either when you marched in
here to take what you wanted.” He raised a brow at her, hoping he
mimicked her new favorite look.

She pointed a finger at him and he fought the urge
to suck the perfectly manicured digit into his mouth. “I’m still in
charge, mister. Fiancée or not, I’m the boss when it comes to home
stuff. Me, Dominant, you, submissive. The tables have turned.
You’re just too much of an—”

“Idiot to be trusted, I know.” He smiled at her,
thankful her biggest fuss was about control and decisions and
not
about whether they’d be getting married. The elevator
dinged, announcing their arrival on the first floor. “How are we
gonna get you out of here, Ash?”

She waved at him as if he were an idiot and stuck
her head out of the elevator. She raised her voice and yelled,
“Marlon?”

“Yes, Miss Ashley?” An old man’s voice drifted
toward them.

“There’s a fresh baked apple pie all to yourself
this Thanksgiving if you’ll keep your eyes closed for the next five
minutes and make doubly sure that the security cameras are
off.”

No response came and Trevor wondered if the man
would take the deal. Even wearing his jacket, the bottom curve of
Ashley’s plump ass was visible, and he didn’t want anyone seeing
that but him.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Miss Ashley. I take it
Mister Trevor is with you?”

Ashley reached back and grasped his hand, tugging
him along toward the side door. “Yes, Marlon. Please don’t forget
my coat on the twenty-sixth floor, and thanks for all your help!”
she shouted as
he
yanked
her
through the side door of
their building and into the parking garage.

Once settled in his car, Trevor breathed a sigh of
relief. So many things had changed in such a short span of time,
but he couldn’t be happier. He just had one last question for his
love. “How’d you do it, Ashley?”

She blushed, and the perfect hint of red crept up
her neck and bloomed in her cheeks. “Well…Marlon understood the
same thing my granny did. What goes up must come down and that’s
all I’m saying about that.” She winked at him, the little minx, and
he decided that it didn’t matter how she’d done it all. What
mattered was that she had.

“Love you, Ash.”

“Love you too, Trev. But don’t think the night’s
over. It’s just begun and I have a whole list of things I can’t
wait to do to you. Now, take me home.”

Trevor’s hand froze as he reached for the ignition,
key in hand. “What? I thought…”

Ashley patted his arm. “You don’t get to think just
yet. Just take me home, Trev. You won’t be sorry.”

Chapter Two

Repeat

Evans. Ashley Evans. Double-O, eat your heart
out.

She’d done it. Fucking jump up, twist and shout,
she’d done it. Trevor was
hers
. Now and forever, just as
soon as he plunked down cash for a ring and said the words. True,
she had a few more hoops to lead him through; no sense in calling a
halt to the night’s festivities and cueing “We Are the Champions”
on her stereo just yet. Not with Richard waiting at her home for
them.

Richard
. A smile teased her lips and she
turned her attention to the passing scenery. Since she wasn’t
inclined to talk for fear of losing her “I’m the boss” image, she
remained quiet and thought back to the last time Richard had been
at her home…waiting for her, them. Of course, her memories of that
night actually started earlier in the day…

* * *

Two months ago…

Ashley’s world had come to a bone-jarring,
heart-stopping halt because of an e-mail. Not just any e-mail. No.
This particular message came from one person directly to her with a
subject only
she
could understand.

Eye of the Tiger.

She resisted the urge to jump from her seat with a
loud whoop and run down the hall to the sender’s office. That would
cause the type of stir he’d been harping about since the
whisperings of his possible promotion began. He kept telling her he
didn’t want to count chickens before they hatched, and she was sure
he’d get the promotion. He deserved it. No. She wasn’t going to go
there. Instead, she gripped her hands together in her lap and did
her own happy dance in her chair.