you have a condom?’ I blurted, shoving my hand into his pants, into his briefs, against his skin. He was hard and surreally balmy in my hand. I squeezed, stealing his breath for an instant.
‘Cliché, but it’s in my wallet.’
Bold, sex-crazed, maybe just insane, I shoved my free hand into his back pocket and came up with a wallet. ‘Get it,’ I said, and pressed the wallet in his hand even as I thumbed the wet slit at the top of his cock.
‘If you keep doing that we won’t need the condom. You’re getting really close to just flipping my lid on the wow factor.’
Again I could almost hear him smiling. There was something heart-warming about that fact.
‘Do it,’ I whispered and buried my nose against his throat, sucking in the scent that was one Deke Wells, Satan-ishly good looking stranger. Now fellow resident of Tower Terrace.
I smelled the latex before I heard the condom being placed over Deke’s cock, but then he was gripping my waist tight and I was pushing my jeans down in a messy bunch. I slipped one leg free but left the other ankle in. I touched my clit for just a moment, just long enough to get that all-over shiver that comes with being hyperaware of your naughty bits. Need thumped in my cunt, beating heartily along with my pounding pulse.
‘Are you sure about this? I mean, I could just hold you so you’re not scared,’ he said. His voice said he meant it, but under the words I heard the hope in his voice.
It was my turn to smile.
‘I’m sure. I just hope this damn thing doesn’t start moving before everyone’s had an orgasm.’
‘They’re good for your health, I hear,’ he said, humour in his voice. But also the thick rough sound of desire.
‘Let’s see.’
I found him with my still shaking fingers – shaking now for a whole new reason – and ran the sheathed tip of his cock along my wet slit. He buried his face in my hair and wrapped an arm around my waist to steady me. When I raised my right knee up to get him in, he felt my motion and hooked his free arm under my knee to hold me open.
There was that one fumbling awkward moment of first entry and then he drove up and into me, my body so slick with want it took him greedily.
‘Welcome to town, Farrell,’ he said, thrusting deep. ‘And might I say –’ I kissed him quiet, rotating my hips just a bit. Already I was so close to coming I felt almost sad. I didn’t want it to be over that fast. And yet, the fear and the closeness and his kindness and – dear God, yes – the smell of this man had me on that razor’s edge.
‘I’m going to come, like … super fast,’ I admitted, rocking against him.
‘I’m going to be right behind you, I fear,’ he said.
Below us there was a clanking, grinding noise. ‘Uh-oh, I think we might be getting a speedier repair than expected.’
And then we were both laughing, that secretive almost hysterical laughter that comes with getting away with something. He slammed into me, high and hard and I pressed to him in small lazy rocking movements. Every thrust from Deke jarred my body with an intoxicating friction you cannot fake. It happens or it doesn’t. And God, yes, fuck, it was happening.
Finally – but somehow still too soon – my clit gave up a burst of joy and my cunt clamped down on him and I kissed him fiercely. When I bit his lower lip and gasped, ‘I’m coming,’ my new friend Deke groaned, and sighed out warm breath against my throat as he came.
The elevator rocked, dipped, growled with machinery. He dropped one more unexpected kiss on my lips and said, lips pressed to my ear, ‘I usually like to cuddle after, but unless you want to really enter town with a bang, I’d suggest we get ourselves –’
The elevator, dropped, caught, swayed and started to grind to life. The light came on and I was shoving my leg in my pants and zipping like a mad woman.
‘No cameras, right?’ I gasped.
‘Right. Cameras cost money and this building is as old as the dirt it’s built on.’
‘Thank God.’
When the doors opened wide we glanced at each other and smiled. He swept is hand forward. ‘Ladies first.’
I hurried out, happy to be on the solid ground. ‘Thanks. And hey, I don’t normally … I mean that’s the first time …’
‘I’m flattered. First time for me too.’
For a moment I thought he meant ever, which was laughable, but then he grinned. ‘In an elevator.’
‘Oh right! Right. Anyway, it was …’ I stuck my hand out feeling like an ass. ‘It was nice.’
‘Yes it was.’
‘To meet you,’ I snorted.
‘That too. Let me bring you some wine.’
‘Wine?’
‘Later.’
‘Later?’
He leaned against the railing that looked all the way down into the lobby. ‘Is there an echo in here?’
I blushed. ‘Sorry. I just … am very confused.’
‘We’ll discuss it over wine. Cool?’
‘Sure.’ I let out a long even breath to calm the flock of butterflies in my belly. ‘I’m at –’
‘213 Lady Bug Lane,’ Deke said.
‘I … how?’
‘If you stand on your front porch and look across the street …’
Uh-oh.
‘I’m the stone house to the left.’
Deke was one of the three little pigs!
‘Ah, Mrs McGee!’ Blake Andrews was a tall, handsome man with grey hair and dark-brown eyes. So dark they were almost black.
‘Ms,’ I corrected, shaking the hand he offered.
He gestured to a seat and smiled. ‘Sorry. I guess I’m old school. I “Mrs” everyone no matter how young. My wife gives me serous flak for it too.’
I laughed, my hands still trembling from being trapped in the elevator – and, oh yeah, having spontaneous stranger sex – before my arrival. ‘No worries.’
‘I just need your driver’s license so I can write down the info before I turn over the key. After you’ve taken possession, you can go visit the lawyers down the road, at your convenience,
