his fingers rounded my ass and held my weight. I clung to his neck and buried my head in his shoulder.
I refused to look up. What if the door opened and someone was there? What if they saw?
At the very thought, my climax hit and the world started to spin. “More, Christian, I want more,” I called out.
He righted me against the stainless steel wall and thrust his cock into me in a swift move as my body drowned in wave after wave of sweet release. As I came up for air, I realized that the elevator had long reached its destination, and Christian still pumped into me, making me claw at his bare ass to take more of him as the doors opened and closed again.
Bare ass! Shit. He was nude from the waist down!
We were fucking in a public elevator, an elevator in which the doors opened to the night air.
The thrill of getting caught pulsed straight to my clit. I opened my eyes to look up at the mirrored ceiling and was mesmerized, watching his tight ass thrust me up against the wall. My fingers entwined in the tail of his shirt and pulled him closer.
He banged me with such force that the whole elevator shook. The railing pushed against my bottom, and I squirmed an inch higher to rest on it. His hand snaked between us and his thumb flicked my clit as my next climax set. It was surreal. The earth spun, and as he exploded deep inside me, my world shattered in a colorful prism of erotic bliss and the most extreme orgasm of my life took over my body.
Christian kept me from falling, literally screwing me upright. I concentrated on breathing, and when my heart beat returned to steady, I dared to lift my head from his neck and look into his face.
“I love you, Kat.”
“There is a fine line between love and hate.” I reversed his saying, kissing the lips I was so addicted to. “I love you with all I have. And now, I’ll love you anywhere I can.”
The call button sounded and the doors opened. Christian buried his hard cock into my wet pussy and rolled his hips. I wrapped my new coat around us both, and smiled at the thoughtfulness of his gift as the door opened.
“Merry Christmas, folks,” said the young man from 5B, helping his very pregnant wife onto the lift.
“Merry Christmas,” Christian said, looking past me at the couple’s reflection and smiling.
We rode the elevator back down to the underground parking. No doubt the red coat looked great on the yellow hood of the sports car.
We weren’t actually caught feasting the hood that Christmas night, but we could always hope for next time.
And oh, Christian was right. I was hormonal. September, little Sammy arrived and curtailed our signature late night trysts in the neighborhood parking lots. We put the red coat in the back of the closet for a while, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t dry cleaned and ready for action at any time.
About the Author
Demi Alex is a hopeless romantic who sits at her neighborhood cafe and fabricates stories of magical interludes between her fellow java worshipers. Writing since elementary school, she’s been published since junior high, but her stories have taken on a much spicier and more mature tone in the past years.
Needing to taste the flavors life has to offer, Demi attended college in New York. Long before graduating, she developed a passion for ‘people watching’. Lunchtimes on St. Patrick’s steps and afternoons in the Village led to mornings and nights at the computer typing away like mad to put on paper the stories that played in her head about the colorful people she’d seen and placed into hypothetical relationship in the depths of her mind.
Traveling as often as work would allow her, Demi has since added to the topographies in her writing and does personal research of all her settings in order to make her stories speak to her readers. Her characters can be found in any town or city, but their attitude is what sets them apart. They let loose and experience what is thrown at them!
“What would life be, if we didn’t take a few risks along the way and place our hearts on the line? Boring! So come on-let loose.”
Demi invites all readers to send her scenarios on a ‘what if’ they had made a different choice and decision at a certain time. “If you write to me about that specific choice, and I can give you an alternate ending, I’ll name the character in the story according to your wish.”
If you dare, take a chance and email her: readdemialex@yahoo.com. You can find Demi on www.myspace.com/DemiAlexLetsLoose.
