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  Taken In An Elevator

  Sofia Sweet

  Gia Malone’s mouth went as dry as the desert when the CEO got into her elevator. Well, it wasn’t her elevator. It was his, if anyone’s, since he owned the company. Surprisingly, he lacked his usual entourage of executives and lackeys that followed in his wake. That made sharing the space even worse, because she was the sole focus of his attention.

  Somehow, she managed a smile when he nodded at her, relieved he didn’t speak. She couldn’t have formed syllables while staring into his dark-gray eyes. Harris Blaine was so sexy. He was probably in his forties, but he still looked a decade younger. His beautifully tailored suit couldn’t hide the muscular frame underneath. He was just delicious and the object of most of the female employees’ coffee break fantasies.

  The elevator doors closed with a quiet whoosh, and they started the upward swing to the top floor. Not that Gia was on the top floor. She’d be getting out at floor-six, where she worked as a document processor. It was boring, tedious work, but student loans demanded payment, and she was happy to have a regular source of income.

  And the bonus of occasionally getting to look at Mr. Blaine in passing. Or the mixed thrill/agony of sharing an elevator with him. His spicy cologne teased her nose and made her want to bury her face in the hollow of his throat.

  She was so immersed in her thoughts that it took her a moment to realize the elevator had jolted to a stop. A second later, the lights went out. Only the LED security lights remained, and they flickered before dying. In less than a second, the lift was plunged into total darkness.

  The elevator shuddered and slipped a few feet before stopping again. Gia couldn’t help emitting a little whine of terror. Why had she watched “Resident Evil” last night? That elevator scene was firmly in her mind. No way was she going to try to squeeze through the doors if Mr. Blaine suggested it. Not that he would with her curvy frame, of course.

  “Be calm. We’re in no danger.”

  It was the first time she’d heard his voice in such close proximity, and it was a thousand times more powerful than hearing him speak via microphone at company presentations. She shivered, and another tremor racked her body when he stepped up behind her. Harris Blaine was within touching distance, and she didn’t know whether to panic about that fact or keep her fear focused solely on being trapped in a dark elevator.

  Another hitch of the lift, followed by a jolting stop, brought her mind squarely back to the pitch-black elevator. “What’s wrong with it? We’re going to crash and die.”

  At first, his hands on her shoulders seemed to be soothing, but they didn’t do much to abate her panic. Gia had trouble drawing in a deep breath and was convinced she was hallucinating from oxygen deprivation when his lips swept across the back of her neck. The light nip of his teeth indicated otherwise, with the sharp little pain bringing vivid clarity. “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “Distracting you.”

  She wanted to move away and knew she should. He was a stranger, and seeing him in passing a handful of times in the six months she had worked there didn’t make them even acquaintances. He didn’t even know her name. She knew nothing about him. He could be married.

  He nibbled on the bend of her neck, making her sigh and lean back against him. Gia closed her eyes when he pulled her closer to cup her generous breasts in his large hands. She moaned at the slight tugging sensation of his fingers on the beaded nipples, but the awareness of those same fingers starting to unbutton her shirt snapped her back to reality. “Mr. Blaine.” She tried to step away.

  “Stay still.” His authoritative tone brooked no argument, and he continued undoing her buttons as though she hadn’t protested. “You have beautiful breasts.”

  She frowned. “It’s dark.” What an asinine thing to say. Instead, she should be insisting he stop touching her.

  “I can feel them.” He stripped off her blouse and dealt with her bra efficiently. Her breasts spilled into his hands with no barriers, and he groaned. “Large and luscious.” He tugged her nipples again. “Turn around so I can taste them.”

  Gia shook her head before realizing he couldn’t see the motion. “I can’t, Mr. Blaine. I don’t even know you.”

  “Turn around.” He issued the words with a hint of warning.

  Instead of complying, she stepped away when he released her breasts, crossing her arms over her chest. “We should check the emergency phone.” Gia took a step back as he approached, and then another, soon finding her bare back pressed against the cool metal walls. “Mr. Blaine, please.”

  “I’m trying to please us both.” His hands felt enormous when he cupped her face between them to pull her face toward his.

  “Are you married?” she asked just before their lips touched.

  “No.” He kissed her forcefully, his mouth claiming hers and allowing no escape. His tongue pressed at her lips until she parted them, easily quelling her mild resistance. The kiss seemed to go on forever.

  When he finally broke away, she gasped in air greedily. “Engaged?” The question slipped out before he claimed her for another long kiss.

  “No.” He trailed his lips down her cheek and over to her ear. Harris bit her earlobe a bit more than tenderly, but the dark thrill of pain heightened the pleasure. “I’m not seeing anyone, but I do hope to be fucking someone in the next few minutes.”

  He swirled his tongue around the inside of her ear before exhaling lightly against her neck. Gia squirmed, panties sodden, as she tried to remember why this was a bad idea. The reasons escaped her as he unzipped her skirt and parted her thighs.

  Suddenly self-conscious, she tried to shield her body, realizing he would be able to touch every curvy inch of her, including her soft stomach and thick thighs. A man like him would be used to perfection. “No,” she said weakly.

  “Liar.” He chuckled and pinned her squirming body to the wall with his rock-hard torso as his fingers stripped away her panties. They stuck to her molten folds, and he was extremely thorough with making sure the fabric wasn’t clinging.

  She moaned and whimpered, unable to stop her body from thrusting against his hand. “I said no,” she whispered, recognizing the hollowness of her protest when she followed it with a passionate moan and parted her thighs for his finger to penetrate her lips.

  “Your cunt says yes.” He pushed two fingers inside her, not allowing her a chance to adjust before he began thrusting them. “Your sweet cunt says ‘fuck me, Harris.’”

  She thrust against his hand as he pleasured her. His thumb worked her clit, alternating between firm and light swipes across the sensitive bud. “Mr. Blaine, I think we should stop before…” Gia trailed off as he released her. Disappointment surged through her, and she reminded herself she had asked him to quit.

  The darkness in the elevator shielded his movements, but there was a rustle of fabric as he shifted. A few seconds later, he returned to her, and she moaned when the gentle rasp of his stubble brushed against her thighs as his head moved upward. She forgot about discouraging him when he parted her slick folds with his fingers and ran his tongue across her sensitive flesh.

  Gia grasped his hair, holding him in place against her as her boss’s boss’s boss’s boss tongue-fucked her hot core. She arched against him, meeting each dart of his tongue with an eager thrust of her hips. “Mr. Blaine.” She curled her hands into his dark hair to keep herself centered and from toppling over as he sucked and licked her.

  His tongue wiggled against the hood of her clit, seeking out the knot of nerves below and making her squeal. Gia clapped a hand to her mouth to keep in more undignified noises, but that was all she could manage to do. Stopping was impossible. She hovered on the precipice of release, holding her breath
as the wave crested. Almost there… “Don’t stop,” she wailed without moving her hand when Harris withdrew from between her thighs.

  He didn’t speak as he slid his tongue up her tummy. She was too deep in desire to worry about the pudginess of her flesh. He didn’t seem to care. His mouth reached her nipple, and she tightened her fist in his hair as he suckled the large nipple wantonly. His tongue was both pleasure and torture as he savaged the tight bud. Gia cried out when he raked his teeth along it, and she didn’t know if it was from relief or regret as his mouth moved away.

  He found her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth with enough force to make her pussy weep and the flesh to tingle with sweet pain. “Harris, please. I need…”

  After devouring her nipples for another long minute with his teeth and tongue, he stopped. “Tell me what you need.” His lips tickled her cleavage.

  “I…you…”

  “What and where?” He sucked on the skin between her breasts before nipping. “Tell me what you want. Explicitly.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” She thrust her hips forward, seeking to fill the awful ache. “Please put your cock inside me.”

  He laughed, and the vibration transmitted through her chest before he stood up. She could feel him hovering over her, and she was torn between fear and security. He was so large that he made her seem delicate, but he could use that same strength to break her. The juxtaposition made her thighs clench, and the aching void sharpened.

  She cried out with shock when his finger slipped into her puckered bud, made slippery from her own juices cascading out of her. “Not there.”

  His voice was full of dark delight. “It’s your own fault. You weren’t specific about where you wanted me to put my cock.” His finger slipped all the way inside her darkest place, and he wiggled his fingers. “This tight little hole seems like a good spot.”

  “No.” The sensation exaggerated the pang in her core, and she couldn’t deny it felt good, but it wasn’t what she wanted. “Please put your cock in my pussy.” Her face was hot with the force of her embarrassment, and she was thankful for the darkness. Gia had never been one to speak earthily in bed. She had always been a lady. Somewhat repressed, to tell the truth, despite her vague fantasies of the CEO having his way with her.

  Reality was so much different. It was an intense mix of raw fear, aching need, and a dash of guilt at their public assignation. If she’d known sex could be like this, she might have sought it out more frequently, even though that meant exposing her body to possible ridicule from potential partners. Gia knew that hang-up was more in her own head than caused by anyone she had ever been with, but she couldn’t help her fears and shyness. It was hard to be a voluptuous woman in a world where size-zero Amazon models were held up as the ideal.

  Harris didn’t seem to prefer a size-zero, judging from the way his thickened erection pressed against her stomach as he got nearer. She yelped with surprise when he lifted her by the waist and pinned her higher against the wall. The new position allowed him to nudge her opening with his cockhead, and she thrust forward to meet him.

  Her eyes widened, and she whimpered just a bit when he slid inside her. He was enormous, and she didn’t think that perception was all due to her own limited experience. “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “Yes, you can.” He made the words a command as he surged inside her.

  His possession made her sheath burn, and she cried out from the pain. Before she’d even finished voicing the sound, pleasure took over as he began pounding into her. He wasn’t gentle or accommodating. Harris took her forcefully, with the confidence that she was his for the taking, and she wouldn’t refuse or resist.

  He was right. Damn, but he was right. His rough style was new to her, but Gia couldn’t deny she enjoyed the forceful fucking and the pleasantly-used sensation it created. Physically, it stretched her to a point of bliss she’d never known. Emotionally, it left her feeling a bit like a dirty whore, and she was surprised to find she was getting off on that idea. Being his filthy toy to use how he saw fit was almost as satisfying as the way he thrust in and out of her rapidly.

  “Come for me. Let go.”

  Gia couldn’t even think to deny his demand. A powerful orgasm ripped through her, making her shudder and scream before his mouth swallowed the sound. He kissed her as roughly as he fucked her, prolonging her release. As her sheath contracted around his length, Harris groaned. His cock swelled inside her a second before he spurted into her depths. Each hot jet hit her in a way that seemed to be marking her as his. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and thrust against him until she was too sensitive to keep going.

  Slowly, he lowered her feet back to the floor. Gia collapsed against the wall, breathing raggedly. Her head spun, and her body was sore from his rough handling. She glanced at him and saw his face was flushed.

  She froze, realizing she could see again. The LED lights were back, which meant the rest of the lights would probably soon follow, along with a functioning elevator. “Fuck,” she whispered as she tried to shake off her climax-induced stupor to gather her clothes.

  There was something deliciously naughty about sliding on her underwear while traces of him remained inside her. She fumbled with her skirt and cursed when she couldn’t get the bra untangled with her shaking hands.

  “Shh, let me.” He took the lingerie and slid it over her arms before settling it over her breasts. His fingers made short work of the snaps, and it would have been almost impersonal except for the casual way he pinched her nipples gently before handing her the shirt he had taken over her protests a few minutes ago.

  Still dazed, Gia shrugged on the cotton blouse. By some miracle, her fingers worked on the pearled buttons, and she had it fastened back to her neck in no time. She looked up to see his grin. “What?” she asked, feeling defensive.

  “I love seeing you all prim and properly buttoned up when I know how you were just a few minutes ago.” He lazily touched his cock. “That image is going to keep me hard all afternoon.”

  The elevator jolted in time with her heart as the lights came on. A second later, the engine whirred to life, and they started their arrested assent. She used her hands to smooth the twist confining her blonde hair, hoping she looked presentable enough to make the dash of shame to the ladies’ room before someone realized what she had been doing in the elevator with the CEO.

  The lift stopped on floor-six seconds later. She glanced at him hesitantly for a moment, wondering if he would say anything or otherwise acknowledge what they had done. Or would she go back to being invisible to the CEO? When he didn’t speak, she blinked back the smart of tears and firmed her shoulders. Two could play the ignore game. As she exited the elevator without looking at him again, she stumbled when he spoke.

  “Gia.”

  Stunned, she turned her head in his direction. “How do you know my name?”

  He gave her a slow smile that held a predatory edge. “I know all about you, Gia Malone. I had planned a more traditional approach, but fate offered another way.” As the door started to close, he put out a hand to stop it. “I’ll pick you up tonight at six. Meet me here at the elevator.”

  Gia tipped her head. “I might be busy.”

  “You will be. You’re going to be riding my cock all night.” He let the door close without waiting for a reply, obviously sure he’d had the last word, and she wouldn’t refuse him.

  Damn, he was right again.

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  ©Sofia Sweet, 2015 (Briefly published under the same title, with a different author name, that was changed for branding purposes.)

  All rights reserved by Sofia Sweet. Any resemblance to people, places, or events is coincidental. All characters are 18 or over if engaged in sexual activity.

 

 

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