Page 11 of Sheets & Giggles
Ashton
Looping my tie around my neck, I’m in better spirits for a Monday morning than I have been in a long time. Having a beautiful woman in your bed all weekend will do that for a man, and with the way I’m feeling toward the delectable Ellie, I want her a whole lot more than we initially agreed.
And no, that’s not my dick talking. Besides having earth-shattering sex all weekend, we did a lot of talking too. I like her in and out of the bedroom, and I’ve already decided that I’m going to ask her over for dinner tonight to upgrade our relationship from fuck buddies to something more. I don’t know what I was thinking offering that in the first place. I had an instinct about her the moment I saw her standing in her doorway wearing those ridiculous pink slippers. I should have asked her on a date there and then. Which is what I really want—for us to go on a real date. I want to make damn sure we’re exclusive too because I’m not sharing that magical pussy of hers with anyone.
I need her to be mine and mine alone.
With my tie on straight, I grab my jacket and bag, and head for the door. The moment I open it, a smile curves my face because the door across the hall is opening too. And the gorgeous vision that is Ellie fills my view. She’s wearing a fitted skirt and a blouse that has tiny pearl buttons that start at her cleavage, giving my eyes a feast for my dick’s enjoyment. If I wasn’t due at the office in thirty minutes, I’d take her back inside and have a second breakfast of her spread out on my bed.
“I thought you worked from home,” I say, stepping closer and hooking my index finger in the top of her blouse and running it over the swell of her breasts. Her lips part in a gasp.
“I have a meeting at ten.”
“It’s barely eight.”
“I have errands to run first.” She reaches out and runs her hand over my blue-silk tie. “This is nice.”
“Mmm, so are these,” I say, buttoning the next two buttons on her blouse so her delectable cleavage is hidden from view.
“And yet you’re covering them.”
Grinning, I meet her eyes. “I don’t like sharing.”
“I see. We’re possessive fuck buddies now, are we?”
I tilt my head slightly. “About that. I was going to wait for tonight to talk to you about this. But I’d like for us to be exclusive. I plan to fuck you bare, so you’ll need to be on the pill.”
A burst of amusement leaves her chest. “I already am. But is that you’re only reason for exclusivity?” She narrows her eyes, seemingly reading me like a book. I don't know what it is about her, but she just seems togetme. It’s somewhat unsettling, but I like it. I like her.A lot.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I drag her up against me, my other hand digging into her curvy waist. “No,” I grunt, crashing my lips against hers and kissing the absolute living shit out of her. Fuck getting to the office on time. I need her now.
She melts against me, her arms wrapping around my neck as my fingers work, pulling her skirt up until it bunches around her hips. Lifting her off the ground, I press her against the wall of the landing, pushing her panties to the side and freeing myself before I plunge into her bare.
She gasps as I fill her violently. She’s so fucking wet and ready, and I moan the moment I’m sheathed in her warmth. “Fuck you feel good.”
“Ashton.”
I kiss her hard, then press my teeth into her bottom lip, dragging them back as I work my hips back and forth, fucking her so hard that the wall thuds. Her moans echo down the stairwell, each thrust causing a thump that punctuates the otherwise silent space. I feel like an out of control animal around her. This kind of reaction to a woman isn’t normal for me at all. I’m normally quite reserved in public, but as I pump into her in an open stairwell, it's obvious that I've lost total control. My want for her has consumed me, and I don't give a flying fuck. The only thing that matters is the combined orgasm we're hurtling toward with each frantic pump of my hips.
“Oh God,Ashton!”Her body spasms just as I hear a door close. I still myself inside her, clapping my hand over her mouth and quieting her moans as she comes hard around me, squeezing my dick like a vice.
“Shhh,” I whisper through gritted teeth. “Someone is there.”
“Hello?” A gentleman’s voice travels up the stairwell, and Ellie’s eyes go wide. I don’t know why, but I get turned on even more and start moving inside her again, painfully slow, while my hand still covers her mouth. “Is everything OK up there? I keep hearing banging.”
“Everything is fine,” I call out, forcing my voice even. “It’s just the pipes. I’m waiting for the super to get someone to fix it.” I watch Ellie’s eyes lose focus as I continue my movement, in and out, slow and deep. She lets out a muffled moan beneath my hand.
“OK. But that doesn’t explain the yelling. I’m a little concerned that someone is hurt.”
I take my hand from Ellie’s mouth as she starts giggling.
“No need for concern, sir. No one is hurt,” I say, fighting my own laughter. “Well-fucked. But not hurt.” I say the last part under my breath, but the discontented gasp and slammed door downstairs tells me the sound traveled.
We both burst out laughing before I land a kiss on her lips, lifting her off the wall as my tongue explores her mouth and carries her through the still open door of my apartment. The moment I kick it closed, I press her against it, drawing my hips back and slamming them into her to finish what we started.
Hanging onto my shoulders, she drops her head back and moans extra loud, filling me with delight as I pump into her even harder, rattling the door with each thrust and giving our downstairs neighbor a real show before Ellie’s body tightens around me again, and I’m spilling myself inside her, panting into her neck as I press my lips to her delicate skin.
“Good morning,” I say into her neck, and she laughs.
“That was a nice start to the workday. Mr. Rossi downstairs obviously doesn’t think so, but I for one enjoyed it immensely.”
“Is that his name? I might have to send him an apology basket with some earplugs in it or something.”
She laughs. “That might be an idea. Especially since this thing we’re doing is not only loud, but now it’s exclusive. No other women for you to fuck in the hallway.”
“I have no interest in other women,” I say, brushing her long hair behind her ear. “The only woman I have any interest in is right here.”
“Does that mean we’re not just fuck buddies anymore?”
I shake my head slowly. “We were always more than that. Much, much more.”
