Anything He Wants

The halls to my area were packed with last minute arrivals and I made it to my office without any problems. I was a minute late clocking in on the computer but nobody seemed to care as I got right to work, drowning myself in my job to try and forget my shocking display earlier.

2

The day passed in a jumble. No matter how I tried to focus on my work, I couldn’t make myself concentrate. I found it necessary to double, then triple check my work to make sure I'd done it right. The temp data entry assignments I was given were tedious and brainless, but nevertheless I kept messing them up. My mind would flash back to the elevator, the handsome stranger and the first semi-public orgasm I ever had, and when I got back on track I couldn’t remember what lines I'd entered onto the computer.

This is so unlike me. I’d always been a sexual creature but never the type who knew what to do about it. The boys never asked me out; I wasn’t invited to parties or the like even in college. The few boyfriends I’d had, if they could be called that, hadn’t stayed around long. My life at the moment was boring, mostly out of necessity – college loans didn't pay themselves, and living near the City made things even tighter – but I couldn't find much connection with most men. They wanted to go party, I wanted to read; they were Sports Illustrated, I was National Geographic.

Dating, while the least of my worries at the moment, was definitely not a strong point.

Despite my attempts to forget the whole situation in the elevator, by lunch I desperately wanted my vibrator and a swift kick in the rear. My actions and instant response to the stranger were troublesome, no matter my fantasy life. It couldn’t happen again no matter how much I may want a repeat. I needed this job, no matter how monotonous, and I couldn't afford any more distractions. But my job didn’t require much brain power to begin with and I kept remembering how soft his lips were, and how his teeth across the skin of my neck sent shivers down my spine. His large hands had held a dual promise of strength and tenderness and my body refused to forget that.

It was a long day.

Barely managing to get my quota of files archived turned in by the end of the day, I contemplated taking the stairs down the fourteen flights but finally opted for the elevator which I made sure was Stranger-free. I cut through the underground parking garage while the bulk of the crowd headed for the taxis out front. Few people were able to park under the building, certainly not a new temp even if they did have a car, but it was a much faster route to the subway station two streets behind the building and nobody had told me walking across it was off limits.

I headed down the single flight of steps and out into the chill afternoon air of the underground garage. The squeal of tires came from somewhere in the multilevel complex but I saw nobody else, just lines of cars. Rubbing my arms, the bite in the air promising cold temperatures as soon as the sun set, I turned toward the guard shack, wishing I’d brought something to slip over my arms. It was late spring but the weather had taken a colder turn over the last few days and I wasn’t dressed appropriately.

Someone grabbed my arm and jerked me sideways into the shadows beside me. Before I could make a sound a hand clapped over my mouth, and I was dragged back into a small alcove half-hidden from the rest of the garage reserved for motorcycles. I struggled but the arms holding me were implacable, like iron across my body.

“I did tell you I would see you soon.” The voice was familiar and deep, and I recognized it immediately. It had been running through my head all day long in fantasies I’d tried in vain to stamp out.

As soon as I heard his voice a wave of relief washed over me, followed quickly by a confused anger. Why on earth do I trust him? Frustrated by my own apparent stupidity, I stomped down as hard as I could on the instep of the stranger’s leg. He grunted but didn’t release me, instead spinning me and pressing me up against the cold concrete wall. His body molded itself to my back, hands holding my wrists against the concrete. “You can fight,” he murmured, running his lips along the back of my ear. “I like that.”

His casual dismissal annoyed me. I threw my head back trying to hit him in the face but he ducked out of the way with a chuckle. Another attempt to stomp his feet with my pump was foiled when his leg snaked between mine, pinning them in place. The fingers around my wrist, softer than iron manacles but no less firm, set fire to my skin without giving me any room to move.

“Let me go or I’ll scream,” I said in an even voice, trying to turn my head to catch his eye. It frustrated the hell out of me that I was neither afraid nor as angry as I knew I should; the man was once again prompting the wrong feelings for the situation. I had to be brain damaged if I thought I could trust the man when I didn’t even know his name!

He ran his face along the lines of my hair, taking a deep breath and making an appreciative rumble deep in his throat. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” he murmured, not acknowledging my threat. His thumbs made light circles on my wrists and my body clenched at the almost tender motion. “How quickly you responded to me, your smell, your taste.”

I swallowed, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in my belly. No, I thought desperately, I can’t be turned on by this. The sight of him looming over me however, his hard hot body pressing against my back, was making my head whirl and limbs ache to wrap around him. Dammit. “Let me go,” I said between grit teeth, trying to ignore my body’s traitorous reactions. “This is wrong, I don’t want…”

He laid a soft kiss on the skin behind my ear as I trailed off, a stark contrast to the unbreakable grip he held on my wrists. My breath caught in my throat as lips and teeth dragged down my neck as his hips rolled against my backside, his hard length sliding along the crease of my backside. “I would never take a woman who doesn’t want me,” he murmured, moving to whisper in my other ear. “Say ‘no’ and I will leave you alone forever.” He ran his lips down the side of my throat, giving my shoulder a gentle bite as he waited for my answer.

By now I was shaking, but not in any kind of fear or distress. When one of his hands left my wrist and skimmed along the underside of my arm I didn’t move, reveling in the sensations his touch produced through my body. His hand moved up the back of my thigh under my skirt, fingernails raking the skin, and a finger slid between the firm lobes of my backside. He gave a growl, squeezing my butt with both hands and spreading the cheeks, then pressed between with the hard bulge still locked behind his pants. A moan slipped from my mouth as I arched my hips back, using the wall as leverage to get closer.

The hands left my backside and I was flipped around to face him. I had a brief close-up glimpse of a familiar handsome face and green eyes, then his lips crashed against mine in the hottest kiss of my life. I responded, arching closer so I was flush against his body. I moved my hands across his torso, sliding beneath the suit coat against the silky shirt, but he grabbed my hands and stretched them high above my head. A leg between my thighs pulled me higher and I ground my hips, rubbing myself against the rock hard thigh. Breathy moans escaped my lips as he moved his mouth lower, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin of my neck.

“I want to feel your mouth on me,” he murmured, gliding his lips up my neck and jaw line. “I want to see you on your knees, that perfect mouth around my cock…”

This time when I tried to free myself he didn't stop me, instead stepping back and setting me on my feet. My hands went immediately to his waistband, sliding down the zipper. He reached down to help me, and as he pulled his member free of the pants I sank down on my heels and flicked the tip with my tongue. He tasted clean, and the sharp intake of breath above told me he liked what I was doing. His need was my own – I felt a fresh wave of heat between my legs as I moved my head forward, sucking the head deep.

“God!” His body shuddered at the exclamation and, suddenly bolder, I wrapped a hand around the thick base and pulled him farther into my mouth. My tongue rolled along the base and flicked the tip, then I started bobbing my head over the thick member. His hips jerked, thrusting in time with my mouth; a hand came to rest behind my head, pulling insistently, but I controlled the pace. I undid the button of his pants and reached inside, cupping his balls with my free hand. He shook above me, dick jumping in appreciation, then both hands dug into my skull, pulling me closer and silently demanding more, deeper. This time I obliged, releasing the base and pulling him as far in as I could, bobbing and weaving my head and tongue. My free hand slid down between my legs, gliding through my wet folds and pressing against the throbbing nub.

“Are you touching yourself?” I heard him grit out above me. The thrust into my mouth grew more frenzied as I sped up my own ministrations, the hard length in my mouth muffling my own cries. The stranger was silent for the most part, but the few moans he did let free when I swirled my tongue or massaged the tip with the back of my