“Yes.” Her voice came out in a hiss.
“Yeah? Let’s see how turned on you are.” His big, warm hand reached between her legs to stroke the damp crotch of her panties. He groaned. “Christ, feel how wet you are.” His gaze locked with hers. “You really want to do this?”
“Yes,” she said again.
“Fuck. So do I.”
The next thing she knew, he shoved aside the strip of material covering her sex and pushed one long finger deep inside her. She gasped in shock and delight then started rocking against his probing finger. God, why did it feel this good? Wasn’t like she hadn’t been fingered before. Yet...this...this felt different. Better. So insanely amazing she almost shuddered in orgasm from the feel of his finger sliding in and out of her pu**y.
Suddenly frantic, she fumbled with his zipper, whimpering when it stuck halfway. With a chuckle, Becker used his free hand to unzip his jeans. Jane’s mouth watered at the sight of the long, erect c**k that sprang out of his pants. No boxers. She should’ve known this man went commando. It suited him to a T, considering the commanding aura he radiated.
Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around his cock. “You’re enormous,” she murmured, marveling at his thickness, his length.
Becker’s eyes smoldered as she stroked his shaft. He continued teasing her pu**y while she worked his cock, until the air around them grew thick with need and all pretense of foreplay was swallowed up in the haze.
Jane yelped as Becker removed his finger and planted both his palms under her ass. He met her eyes again, his features creased with raw lust, then lifted her onto his c**k and pushed her down so that she impaled herself on it.
A mindless moan slipped from her lips. His erection was lodged inside her, stretching her pu**y, filling every inch of her.
“You’re so f**king tight,” Becker breathed out. “Am I hurting you? Should we stop?”
“No.” Her breath came out in sharp gasps. “God, no. Don’t even think about stopping.”
To punctuate the remark, she pressed her mouth to his and started to move. She rode him fast and furious, her knees knocking against his powerful thighs. Becker gave a desperate groan and dug his fingers into her waist, moving his hips with hurried thrusts, drilling upwards as she pushed herself onto his cock.
“That’s it, Jane, f**k me,” he muttered. “Harder, baby, milk me dry.”
His harsh words sent a thrill soaring up her spine. She’d never had sex like this before. So raw and dirty and completely uninhibited. She gripped his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life as she did what he asked, f**king him faster, harder. The first ripples of orgasm fluttered around in her belly, gathering in strength, and then Becker tugged on the cups of her bra, dipped his head to suckle on one hard nipple, and her climax ripped through her. Pleasure exploded in her body, vibrating in her clit, throbbing in her br**sts.
She cried out, pushing her nipple deeper into Becker’s mouth as she came, riding out the orgasm as he sucked hard on her nipple and groaned against her skin. He didn’t take long to reach his climax either. Within seconds, she felt his c**k pulse and jerk inside her, and he released her breast to let out a husky groan.
Jane pressed her lips to his neck, licking his damp, salty skin as he continued to shudder. When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed, they stared at each other again, and she was pretty sure the wonder and bewilderment she saw in his eyes matched her own. What the hell had just happened? She’d had sex with a total stranger, yet not only had it been the best damn sex of her life, it hadn’t felt the slightest bit sleazy.
It felt…perfect.
A ragged breath slid out of Becker’s mouth. “Well.” He swallowed. “So…uh…”
Jane couldn’t help a smile. “Well. So. Uh. My thoughts exactly.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “That was...unexpected,” he finally said.
“Yep,” she agreed.
Becker slowly lifted her off his still-erect cock. Suddenly, a frown creased his mouth. “We didn’t use a condom,” he said with a soft curse.
Surprise jolted through her. Sure enough, hot come was sliding down her thighs, blatant evidence of the fact that she’d just had unprotected sex for the first time in her life. “Oh shit.” She searched his gaze. “I’m on the pill and disease-free. Please tell me you are too.”
“I’m clean,” he said quietly. “Had my most recent physical last month and all the tests came back negative.”
Relief coursed through her, but the uncomfortable subject pretty much killed the mood.
And reminded her that they were still in the elevator. An elevator, which, now that she thought about it, probably had a camera pointed right at them.
The thought brought a sharp laugh to her lips. “Damn.”
Becker arched a brow. “I think it’s too late for second thoughts,” he said dryly.
“No, it’s not that. I just realized there might be a camera in here.”
“Shit, I didn’t think about that.”
With a sigh, Jane reached for her purse. “Well, if there is one, then the person manning it just got one hot show.”
Becker gave a wry smile. “Yup.”
She pulled out a small pack of tissues and quickly cleaned herself up, while Becker put on his shirt, zipped up his jeans and got to his feet. He was just reaching for the intercom button when the lights flickered. The numbers on the elevator pad lit up all at once, and then a low hum filled the car. A moment later, the elevator started to move.
“Yeah? Let’s see how turned on you are.” His big, warm hand reached between her legs to stroke the damp crotch of her panties. He groaned. “Christ, feel how wet you are.” His gaze locked with hers. “You really want to do this?”
“Yes,” she said again.
“Fuck. So do I.”
The next thing she knew, he shoved aside the strip of material covering her sex and pushed one long finger deep inside her. She gasped in shock and delight then started rocking against his probing finger. God, why did it feel this good? Wasn’t like she hadn’t been fingered before. Yet...this...this felt different. Better. So insanely amazing she almost shuddered in orgasm from the feel of his finger sliding in and out of her pu**y.
Suddenly frantic, she fumbled with his zipper, whimpering when it stuck halfway. With a chuckle, Becker used his free hand to unzip his jeans. Jane’s mouth watered at the sight of the long, erect c**k that sprang out of his pants. No boxers. She should’ve known this man went commando. It suited him to a T, considering the commanding aura he radiated.
Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around his cock. “You’re enormous,” she murmured, marveling at his thickness, his length.
Becker’s eyes smoldered as she stroked his shaft. He continued teasing her pu**y while she worked his cock, until the air around them grew thick with need and all pretense of foreplay was swallowed up in the haze.
Jane yelped as Becker removed his finger and planted both his palms under her ass. He met her eyes again, his features creased with raw lust, then lifted her onto his c**k and pushed her down so that she impaled herself on it.
A mindless moan slipped from her lips. His erection was lodged inside her, stretching her pu**y, filling every inch of her.
“You’re so f**king tight,” Becker breathed out. “Am I hurting you? Should we stop?”
“No.” Her breath came out in sharp gasps. “God, no. Don’t even think about stopping.”
To punctuate the remark, she pressed her mouth to his and started to move. She rode him fast and furious, her knees knocking against his powerful thighs. Becker gave a desperate groan and dug his fingers into her waist, moving his hips with hurried thrusts, drilling upwards as she pushed herself onto his cock.
“That’s it, Jane, f**k me,” he muttered. “Harder, baby, milk me dry.”
His harsh words sent a thrill soaring up her spine. She’d never had sex like this before. So raw and dirty and completely uninhibited. She gripped his bare shoulders, holding on for dear life as she did what he asked, f**king him faster, harder. The first ripples of orgasm fluttered around in her belly, gathering in strength, and then Becker tugged on the cups of her bra, dipped his head to suckle on one hard nipple, and her climax ripped through her. Pleasure exploded in her body, vibrating in her clit, throbbing in her br**sts.
She cried out, pushing her nipple deeper into Becker’s mouth as she came, riding out the orgasm as he sucked hard on her nipple and groaned against her skin. He didn’t take long to reach his climax either. Within seconds, she felt his c**k pulse and jerk inside her, and he released her breast to let out a husky groan.
Jane pressed her lips to his neck, licking his damp, salty skin as he continued to shudder. When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed, they stared at each other again, and she was pretty sure the wonder and bewilderment she saw in his eyes matched her own. What the hell had just happened? She’d had sex with a total stranger, yet not only had it been the best damn sex of her life, it hadn’t felt the slightest bit sleazy.
It felt…perfect.
A ragged breath slid out of Becker’s mouth. “Well.” He swallowed. “So…uh…”
Jane couldn’t help a smile. “Well. So. Uh. My thoughts exactly.”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “That was...unexpected,” he finally said.
“Yep,” she agreed.
Becker slowly lifted her off his still-erect cock. Suddenly, a frown creased his mouth. “We didn’t use a condom,” he said with a soft curse.
Surprise jolted through her. Sure enough, hot come was sliding down her thighs, blatant evidence of the fact that she’d just had unprotected sex for the first time in her life. “Oh shit.” She searched his gaze. “I’m on the pill and disease-free. Please tell me you are too.”
“I’m clean,” he said quietly. “Had my most recent physical last month and all the tests came back negative.”
Relief coursed through her, but the uncomfortable subject pretty much killed the mood.
And reminded her that they were still in the elevator. An elevator, which, now that she thought about it, probably had a camera pointed right at them.
The thought brought a sharp laugh to her lips. “Damn.”
Becker arched a brow. “I think it’s too late for second thoughts,” he said dryly.
“No, it’s not that. I just realized there might be a camera in here.”
“Shit, I didn’t think about that.”
With a sigh, Jane reached for her purse. “Well, if there is one, then the person manning it just got one hot show.”
Becker gave a wry smile. “Yup.”
She pulled out a small pack of tissues and quickly cleaned herself up, while Becker put on his shirt, zipped up his jeans and got to his feet. He was just reaching for the intercom button when the lights flickered. The numbers on the elevator pad lit up all at once, and then a low hum filled the car. A moment later, the elevator started to move.
