"You’re not going to break away and do your own thing?" she asks.
I shake my head. If only. "My parents are a little overbearing. As their only son, I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice."
"That’s a pity," Nicole says. "But the money in this business has to be worth it. I mean, I know that’s not what it’s about, but if you’re just out of school and already living in a place like this?" She looks at me. Her eyes are serious. "It just looks like a nice life."
I take a deep breath. "It’s complicated," I say. "I don’t really want to talk about it." She nods. I look at her. Nicole and I are enclosed in a small space, and I can smell her perfume. I breathe it in, and it awakens the primal side in me.
Over these last few weeks, I’ve been keeping my ravenous appetites in check. I don't want to scare Nicole away. But now that she has opened up to me, I can't hold back any more.
I pull her closer to me.
"I want you," I say. "Now."
"Here?"
I nod. "You have to do it in a public space at least one," I nuzzle her neck, my hand already on her breast. She moans, tipping her head back for me.
"Is that so?" she moans her breath sweet and warm against my ear as I massage her breast. She’s leaning into my touch and my kiss, so I know she wants me too.
"I think you want me," I breathe on her neck before tugging at her skin with my teeth.
"I always want you, Thomas," my cock grows as she speaks my name in that needy voice I’ve grown to love so much.
She might think she wants me all the time, but she has no idea what that’s really like. I, on the other hand do, because I’m used to having a woman every night and to my surprise Nicole is still the only woman I’ve been seeing, so if I don’t see her I go without, which leaves me
with a constant hunger for her. And I do mean constant.
This might be too much for her, and I know I’m running the risk of her running off, but I want her so badly I can’t stop myself. Nicole isn’t the same girl I first started dating. Gone is the timid girl who wouldn’t tell me she was a virgin, so I trust she’ll let me know if she’s uncomfortable. Besides, even before she was comfortable and relaxed with me, she had no problem letting me know when enough was enough.
"Then let me have you," I slowly gather the hem of her dress, my fingertips running along her soft thigh with each exposed inch.
"We have to hide from the camera," she whispers conspiratorially while glancing at the camera in the top right corner of the elevator.
A deep desire rushes through me as I realize she’s going to let me have her in the elevator. She doesn’t know, but I was worried she would reject me. She’s been adjusting to me, becoming a freak, trying different types of acts and now she’s ready to try new places. My manhood swells as my fingertips feel the drenched lace of her panties.
"You’re soaked," I gasp when I slide my finger beneath the thin fabric to feel the slickness of her velvety opening.
"Ahh," she moans, completely ignoring my observation.
She’s like putty in my hands, wanting me to mold her, bend her, and do whatever is necessary to get her off. In the past weeks we’ve become quite addicted to each other and although I often feel like its just me experiencing these feelings of intense attraction, I’m regularly given signs that she is right there with me and now is no different. She wants me, and she wants me bad.
She’s moaning in the elevator, and then she reaches behind her and pushes the emergency stop button hard. She damn near punches the button.
"What are you doing?" I ask, confused.
"We need time." She answers flatly, looking up to me with lust swirling in those beautiful gray eyes I love so much.
"Two seconds ago you were worried about the camera," I remind her, a mischievous grin on m face.
"That was before I realized you could block me," she explains, her hands humbling with my belt. I’m watching her in disbelief, she’s craving me like I want her to—exactly the same way I do her. After unbuttoning my pants, my heavy cock falls into her hands, stiff as a log.
Glancing over my shoulder, I look toward the camera, debating the best way to fuck her, hard and fast, without giving Andy, the security guard in the lobby, a free peep show. Realizing that Nicole is right, as long as we stay at this angle there's no way they’ll be able to see us; I make a move, but before I can turn to tell her the plan I feel a wet warmness on my cock.
"Oh fuck!" I blurt out, turning to see Nicole on her knees, a mouth full of my cock as she sloppily kisses my member before stuffing me down her throat.
She’s gotten so good at giving blow jobs, I have to really focus to stop from cumming, and that’s gonna be even more difficult today because of the circumstances. It’s just something about the secrecy and potential to be caught, especially since she’s pushed the emergency stop. My cock is hardening against her soft tongue as she moans with my cock in her mouth.
My tip hits the back of her throat as she hums in pleasure, like I just taste that good. The sound feels like a vibration on my cock, and I know I cum a little in her mouth as the pressure builds in my chest.