joined mouths. Meanwhile, his fingers slid from her hips and down to her
butt. Gripping both mounds of flesh, he pulled Allie towards him, increasing
the already firm pressure between their bodies. As she began to trace the roof
of his mouth with her chocolaty tongue, it was no longer enough. It was nowhere
near enough. He needed to be closer.
Feeling the restless shudders of Carl’s hips, Allie
whimpered. Things were moving fast, much faster than she’d expected, but his
need was matched or perhaps even exceeded by her own.
Both so caught up in the intensity of the kiss, neither
noticed the elevator come to a halt, nor the doors opening. However, they were
interrupted by the overly noisy clearing of a man’s throat.
Carl instantly drew his face away from Allie’s and his eyes
darted to the open door. She was a little slower to respond, but eventually
they were both staring at a forty-something gentleman in a tuxedo.
With his hand casually placed on the elevators frame,
keeping the doors open, the stranger grinned at Carl, before turning his focus
to Allie and quirking his eyebrows suggestively. “You’re floor?” he asked,
sniggering as he stood aside to clear a path for the couple.
Allie sank her embarrassed face into Carl’s shoulder, before
giggling. “Come on,” she urged, placing both of her hands over the fingers that
continued to grip her bottom. Peeling him away from her, she tugged Carl out of
the elevator.
He stayed close to her, trying once again to conceal the
pronounced evidence of his arousal. He too broke into laughter, as they snuck
past the stranger, deliberately avoiding his eyes, as if he were the principal.
Allie broke into a light jog in the hallway, wobbling
slightly on heels that were certainly not made for the activity. Fortunately,
they only had to pass four doors before she found the one she was looking for.
“Here we are,” she announced, removing the card key from its secure place in
her bra.
“You know,” Carl mused, watching her swipe the card and push
open the door. “A more suspicious man might think you’d planned this whole
thing.”
“Is that a problem?” she asked, tossing the question over
her shoulder, as she entered the room.
Following her, Carl shook his head. “Not at all,” he
replied, his eyes darkening with renewed lust. Once across the threshold, he
quickly wrapped his foot around the door and kicked it shut. Pausing
momentarily, he appraised Allie, allowing his gaze to slowly take in every inch
of her body. Lazily, he slipped his hands into his pockets, and leaned against
the closed door.
Allie was surprised by the sudden lack of frenzy in his
actions. However, she savored the way he enthusiastically devoured her with his
eyes. Eventually, however, the heat of his stare became too much. Demurely, she
tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and peered sheepishly down at the
floor.
“Get over here,” he urged with a jerk of his head.
“Why don’t you come here?” she quietly suggested in
response.
Carl tipped his head to the side, as though he were
considering the counteroffer. “Is that what you want?” he asked.
It was the turn of Allie’s eyes to take a leisurely trip
down his body. Slowly, her gaze wandered over the dark hair that had become
slightly ruffled in the elevator, the playful glint in his eye and cute dimples
in his cheeks. Moving down, she lingered on his chest, imagining what lay beneath
that expanse of deep red cotton. Further still, she admired his slim hips and
finally the way his manhood strained at the fabric of his pants. “Oh, yeah,”
she mumbled, remembering vaguely that there had been a question asked of her.
Carl didn’t need to be told twice, lunging forward; he
crossed the short distance between them. Instantly, he wrapped both arms around
Allie and his mouth claimed hers hungrily.
Caught off guard by the abrupt change in his mood, Allie
almost toppled backwards, but his strong hands held her upright. She