Page 54 of Santa Baby Maybe
“I heard elevator sex is even better than door sex.”
“Oh no,” she said in warning, taking a step back against the wall of the elevator, which was good because that was exactly where I wanted her. “We are not having sex when every single person we work with is just beyond those doors.”
“Of course we’re not going to have actual sex,” I said, even as I moved to slide my hands under her skirt, feeling the soft delicateness of her skin. Bending down so I could caress the back of her knees, I could feel her shiver. “I don’t have a condom, and if you’re not pregnant we don’t want to compound the problem. But there are absolutely no rules that say I can’t give you an orgasm by grinding my cock against your clit until you come.”
She huffed. “W.B., I’m fairly certain that is not going to be possible.”
“Try me.”
I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulling my already stiff cock free. Then I lifted her skirt up and in a single move had her legs wrapped around my waist, her back against the elevator wall. “We should always have sex standing up. It really works for us.”
She giggled, but then stopped when I did exactly what I said I was going to do, which was to crush her panty-covered center with my dick. Glancing down, I couldn’t see anything but the crinoline of her dress, but I imagined the sight of my cock pressed against the wet seam of her pussy and I began to stroke her, slowly at first.
“W.B.,” she said softly.
And for the first time it really didn’t bother me. I made friends call me Dare. I made women I slept with call me baby. Those initials, which I’d made my legal name, were always a reminder of where I came from. Who I came from.
Only that didn’t seem as awful anymore. Like having Joy in my life made me let go of all the bitterness I was holding on to because there was no point to it. Not when I could be happy. Happy with Joy.
“That’s right,” I said, slowly thrusting my hips against hers, even as I nipped at her jawline, bit down on her earlobe. “I don’t get to come inside you. I don’t get to take you hard and deep. You’re panties are silky, though. Not as soft as you, but I can feel you getting wetter. Soaking through them, actually. Do you want me inside? Can you feel it? Because know this, Joy, I won’t stop until you come. Even if the lights do come back on.”
“W.B.,” she whined as if she might be complaining, but I could feel her reaching for me. Feel her arms pulling me closer, her hips pressing against mine.
I dipped my head and ran my tongue along her collarbone, then lower until I was kissing the swells of her breasts over the top of her dress.
“Did you wear this dress to drive me crazy?” I asked, dipping my tongue inside the seam, wondering how far I needed to go to reach her nipple. “Did you think it would be fun for me to watch every man in that room look at you, see what I’d had, what I’d touched? Knowing they would all want you the same way?”
I spread her legs a little further, and with one hand reaching down, I made sure the head of my cock was pressed high against her pussy lips. I shifted the angle of my thrusts. Hammering harder on her clit. I wanted to punish her with pleasure.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” I asked, snapping my hips into her, hoping like hell I could keep control because this wasn’t about me. This was about her.
“There. Oh yes, there,” she whispered.
Knowing I’d found the right spot, I hit it over and over and over. Watched her head turn side to side as if she was fighting something instead of embracing it. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
She started to make a keening noise and I kissed her as promised. Swallowed the sounds of her orgasm into my mouth, my soul. Those were my sounds. Not for anyone else. After a bit, I could feel her breathing calm down.
“Can you stand?”
“I think so,” she mumbled. Slowly I let her legs unwrap from around my waist and waited to move away from her until I could see she was steady on her feet, straightening her skirt as I did.
Then I turned my back to her, tucking my aching cock back inside my boxer briefs. I braced myself against the doors of the elevator, willing control over my body. Soon I would have her. After we got out of here, away from all these people.
If she were pregnant, I would take her without protection. All that slick heat would be wrapped around me again. Gently, I banged my head against the doors. Thoughts of being inside her without a condom weren’t helping me to cool down.
Then I felt the press of her hands against my back.
“That might have been the best non-sex I’ve ever had,” she whispered into my ear. “I didn’t even know that was a thing.”
“Happy to introduce you to dry humping,” I got out hoarsely. Then her hands ran down the suit coat I’d been wearing for the party until they landed just over my belt. While I loved the idea of her touching me in any way, right now I was too volatile. “Honey, I’m going to need a minute. To settle down.”
“Settle down? Why would you want to do that?”
“Because I don’t want to embarrass myself like a teenage boy coming in his pants.”
“You’re right,” she again whispered in my ear. “You don’t want to come in your pants. I’ve got a much, much better place for you to come.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
“How about you come hard in my mouth.”
