Page 41 of Desperate Pucker
“Yes,” she whines.
Gently, I tease her clit with my thumb. Her sounds are getting more desperate by the second.
“Are you close?”
She nods, the look in her eyes turning panicked as she breathes harder and harder.
Pride swells in my chest seeing Maddy like this. This tough, put-together ice queen is falling apart in my hands.
“Good.” I grip her chin in my hand and make her look at me. “Come so fucking hard for me, princess.”
A second later, she breaks. Her eyes roll back, and she cries out. I kiss her, swallowing her sweet sounds.
I groan at how wild she is when she comes, the way her body writhes and thrashes against mine. I imagine having her like this again, only this time she’s naked, lying in my bed, and I’m making her come over and over with my hands and my mouth and my cock?—
A loud bang jolts me out of my filthy thoughts.
I look down at Maddy, whose eyes are wide with shock.
“You folks okay in there?” a voice outside the elevator asks.
I slide my hand out of her pants. “Uh, yeah. We’re fine,” I holler.
I watch her as she zips up her jeans.
Another loud bang. “Looks like there’s an electrical issue. We’re gonna have to pry the doors open to get you out,” the guy on the other side of the elevator says.
Maddy and I are quiet as we look at each other. A weird tension sparks between us. It’s like we both just realized what we’ve done.
We just made out in a stalled elevator. I made her come on my fingers.
It’s like we were in some fantasy bubble for the past ten minutes. Nothing existed other than me and her. Nothing mattered other than making her feel safe, distracting her, getting her off…
But that’s over now. We’re back to reality.
I clear my throat. “Are you, uh…okay?”
Her eyes are shy as she looks at me. The pink flush on her cheeks and chest deepens, turning red.
She looks down at the ground. “Yeah.”
A second later, there’s the sound of metal grinding, then a sharp squeaking noise. We both look over at the elevator doors right as they crack open a couple of inches.
“Almost got it,” the maintenance guy groans. Another grinding sound before the doors open up even more.
There’s an older guy in coveralls with a crowbar. He stops to catch his breath and wipe his brow.
He looks at us. “Come on out, you two.”
I let Maddy walk out first, then I follow.
“Thanks,” I say to the guy before walking over to Maddy, who’s standing several feet away. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. We stare at each other.
Her doe eyes are wide as she looks at me, like she’s also struggling to process the way we’ve been jolted back to reality.
And reality is that we clearly don’t know how to handle what just happened between us, and we’re being really fucking awkward about it.
“Well, um…thanks for…helping me in there,” she says.
