“I’m just saying I wouldn’t mind.”
“Well, just so you know, I marked no on the check box for having anything put in my ass on the questionnaire.” She laughs, no longer trembling from fear, but from enjoying herself. When she turns around and straddles my lap, my hands immediately go to her thighs. I give them a gentle squeeze and she leans in to whisper something to me.
“Well, just so you know, Griffin, I checked yes for that box,” she says.
That's it, I’m done. A man can only have so much restraint before he loses it. The scent of her arousal has made its way up my nose and embedded itself in my hippocampus forever. My cock is so hard it has its own pulse at this point.
I want to make sure this is what she wants, though. I don’t want to just initiate something and have her regret it later. I know the pull works both ways between Omegas and Alphas, but I don’t want to take advantage.
“Honey, can I kiss you?”
Her face is so close to mine that I can sense her smile. “Yes, please,” she whispers in that barely there southern accent. I don’t need to be told twice.
I slide Emily firmly against me so she can feel how hard I am for her, and so I can rub against her hot little cunt. She's wearing a dress, so it's just her panties acting as a barrier between us. Keeping one hand on her thigh, I bring the other to her jaw. She leans a little closer into me and I groan before our lips touch.
Tasting her cherry lip gloss on her full lips makes me wonder how she tastes everywhere else. I trace her jaw with my hand before tangling my fingers in her shoulder-length hair. Emily's hands shift up and she cups my face. I’ve never been happier to be stuck in an elevator in my entire life.
Emily grinds on me. I feel how wet her panties are getting. If I leave this elevator without a wet spot on my slacks, I permit someone to strip me of my membership here. I can’t remember the last time I did anything with a woman while still keeping our clothes on, but fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. Emily makes a breathy moan that surges right to my dick.
Our tongues intertwine and I think I’m addicted to anything cherry flavored from this day forward. I hope the maintenance man just forgets about us and we can live in this elevator forever, just making Emily feel good and smelling her scent all day long.
One of her hands has made its way into my hair and she pulls my head back slightly. I didn’t think this sweet Omega had it in her to take control, but here she is.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” She moans at the term of endearment, but she is, she's fucking sweet. One taste won't be enough. Is it improper to eat pussy in an elevator? Not that I’ve ever cared about being proper, but I only want to take this as far as Emily is willing.
“Will you make me come, Griff?”
Oh, my sweet girl has already given me a nickname. It sends a jolt of excitement to my already sensitive cock and right to my grinchy little heart.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, honey. You want me to fuck this tight pussy with my fingers, or do you want to get eaten in this tiny elevator?” I can’t see her face clearly, but I know her cheeks are flushed. She looks so cute when she’s flustered, but as sweet as she is, I know cute little Emily has a dirty side, too.
“Um, I really want your mouth...but I don’t want to ruin your suit.” She grabs a hold of my suit jacket and kisses me again.
Fuck my suit, I’m totally a-okay leaving this elevator looking like I just won the Super Bowl and had Gatorade poured all over me.
The more I think about it, the more I want to ensure I have enough time to give Emily the experience she deserves. I need to make sure that the maintenance man isn’t going to use the jaws of life on the elevator door the second I get her sweet little bud on my tongue.
Picking Emily up off of my lap, I place her cute little butt on the floor. She lets out a little whine of protest that makes me chuckle. ”Just give me a second. I want to make sure I can take care of you properly.”
I finagle my way over to the control panel and start pushing buttons until I reach the call button.
“Excuse me, how much longer?”
The voice on the other end sounds a little panicked. I don’t think the poor girl has to deal with complaints often. “I’m so sorry, sir, there seems to be a delay. I can’t imagine it would be more than thirty minutes. I promise Heat Haven will compensate you for this inconvenience. Again we are so sorry.”
Oh, if only she knew that I was in absolutely no rush. If Heat Haven wants to give me something for being stuck in an elevator with the most delectable Omega I’ve ever met, I won't refuse.
“No problem, we’re fine in here. Can you do me a favor? Just give us a heads up on when we can expect someone.”
“Absolutely sir, again I apologize,” the voice over the elevator responds.
I get down on the ground so that I don't trip over Emily. I would kill for some light right about now. I want to see how flushed and ready she is for me. Her voice guides me over to where she’s sitting.
“A half-hour?” she rasps out.
“Mm, I needed to make sure I had plenty of time to do all the things I plan on doing to you.” Getting on my knees next to where her legs are crossed together, I remove my suit jacket and start unbuttoning my dress shirt.
“What are you doing?” She’s whispering at this point.
“You said you were worried about my suit jacket, so I’m removing that problem.”
Once my shirt is off, I throw it over to the corner of the elevator and start rubbing her left thigh.
“You gonna lay back for me?” I ask her.
She obeys and lays back on the floor. I realize at that moment how uncomfortable this position is for her. Patting around the floor until I find my shirt and jacket, balling it up, I place it under her head.
“Is that better, sweetheart?”
I feel her nodding her head up and down. “Honey, you’re gonna have to use your words. I’m not going to be able to read your face in the dark, only your body language. Can you do that for me?”
I’m laying down next to her, supporting myself on one elbow. Kissing her gently, my hand slides from her hip to her chest. Gently, I pull the top of her dress down and free one of her breasts. Thank god her dress is made of some sort of jersey knit material, making it easy to move.
“Yes. Yeah. I can do that,” her voice is breathy and seductive. Her scent was already overwhelming the small space, but it seems to have gotten thicker.
Once I have one of her breasts free, I start kissing and sucking on her nipple. I wish I could see what color they are. I bet they’re like her cherry red lips.
Cupping her other breast with my other hand, I give it a tight squeeze. “Do you like when I touch these beautiful tits, Emily?