Unforeseen desires : an unexpected encount

The sensual elevator

I head for the elevator doors, Carter hot on my heels. We enter the cramped room without a word, the doors close and the ascent begins. Carter pins me against one of the walls and presses the "STOP" button, bringing us to a halt.

- Jealousy doesn't suit you, Ava.

- I'm not jealous, I was simply observing, Carter.

- Darren, he takes me back.

His azure eyes lock onto mine and I can't take my eyes off him, as if he's hypnotized me. His face only inches from mine, I feel his warm, minty breath tickling my face.

- Look, Darren, it was just a one-night stand. We had fun, but that's where it ends," I say once I've collected myself.

- You're lying to yourself, Ava. You're dying to start again, to feel my lips on your skin, my fingers caressing you.

He whispers this in my ear in a deep, suave voice, I liquefy on the spot, desire beginning to awaken, invading my lower abdomen and reverberating in my crotch. He unties the scarf around my neck and lets it slide to the floor. I close my eyes as he sensually kisses my neck, his hand resting on my hip and the other tracing the outline of my underwear over my shirt.

A deep groan escapes me as he pinches my pierced n****e.

- You see, your body responds immediately," he whispers sensually.

He sucks the skin of my neck between his lips, while his fingers are busy unbuttoning my shirt. I should be pushing him away-because this isn't the place to do this kind of thing and I need this job even if I'm paid a pittance, but also because he can't take what he wants from me when he wants it-yet I can't. He exerts a kind of control that makes me want to do it. He exerts a kind of control that prevents me from pushing him away and, strangely, that doesn't bother me as much as it should.

My shirt now open, he frees my breasts from their underwear and I mentally thank myself for putting on one of my new sets. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to be ready if this kind of thing were to happen. His lips leave my neck alone to kiss my skin down to my breasts. He pulls off my jacket and blouse, leaving my scarf on the floor.

Darren rolls my n*****s between his fingers and now kisses my shoulders, then wraps his tongue around the tip of my right breast. He licks, sucks, nibbles and sucks on my n****e before repeating the operation on the second. He then moves his lips down to my belly and pulls my skirt up over my hips to reveal my underside.

I'm no longer in control of my body, just a ball of pleasure waiting to explode. Darren squats in front of me, lifts one of my legs and places it on his shoulder, his finger reaches under my lingerie and spreads it. My intimacy exposed, he hastens to place his mouth against it. His hands are placed under my buttocks and draw my pelvis against his expert tongue. It licks up and down my s*x before wrapping around my c******s. My fingers get caught in his hair, my back arches, pushing my pelvis a little more against Darren's face.

The room fills with my moans, louder and more intense. Suddenly, without me expecting it, his fingers slip under his tongue and penetrate me, curving to reach my G-spot, while my c******s is sucked between his lips. I'm about to implode when all the movements stop, I open my eyes and lower my face to Darren, who looks at me with a sneer at the corner of his lips.

- Agree to have dinner with me," he orders.

- No, I won't.

The conviction with which I wanted to respond has deserted me, it's more like a sigh. He comes and licks my s*x up and down without removing his fingers from my v****a.

- What are you losing?

- Darren," I moan, moving my pelvis.

- No, sweetie, that's not how it works.

It takes a while for my brain to understand what he means, it refuses to make me come until I agree. Well, if it doesn't, I'll take care of it myself, I'm not that close anyway.

I slide my fingers into the folds of my s*x and stop them on my c******s, start a few rotary movements but am stopped in mid-stride by Darren's free hand, which encircles my wrist and shakes my fingers away from the source of my pleasure.

- Just dinner, Ava.

He gently returns to stimulate my sensitive spot with the tip of his tongue. The pleasure soars again and he stops again just before I can c*m.

- Okay," I finally say.

He smiles with all his teeth and dives back between my thighs, his fingers moving in and out of my v****a, curving a few times against my G-spot, while my c******s is sometimes sucked, sometimes licked and sometimes even nibbled.

- Oh, Darren," I moan, placing my hands back in his hair.

When the pleasure almost reaches its peak, Darren intensifies his movements until I'm cumming all over his tongue and fingers. I release myself with a mighty cry of pleasure, my legs start to shake and I feel myself wobbling, but that's without counting on Darren to keep me on my feet. I hope the walls are at least soundproof, otherwise the whole building will have heard my moans.

He straightens up after putting my thong back on and holding my clothes in his hands. I realize what's happened, I've let myself go completely. This will never happen again, and certainly not at my place of work. I get dressed, ashamed of not having been able to resist his charm and of having succumbed when I should have pushed him away from the start.

- You're really delicious, Ava, in every way.

I don't say anything, he waits until I'm presentable before starting the elevator again.

- I'll text you about dinner.

- It was disloyal, I counter.

- Don't make me think you didn't like it, Ava.

He's not wrong about that, it was incredibly good even if frustrating.

- Oh, Darren," he imitates me. I'd kill to hear you moan like that every day.

- All you have to do is find a new conquest every night, and you'll hear moaning.

- Yours are different, Ava.

The doors open again and I step out, preceded by Darren, taking him to my boss's office.