Plight(32)

"You okay?" he asked, holding me tightly.

I think I nodded, but I wasn't quite sure. I definitely swallowed, though, my throat thick as I stared into his concerned eyes. "Yeah. Sorry."

He helped me to my feet again, so I giggled to hide my embarrassment. "It's just a little difficult to walk, talk and eat. I don't want to sacrifice one for the other, you know?"

"We could've sat at Yogurtland and eaten. I did say that."

"No. It's okay. To be honest, I want to get back to your apartment."

He waggled his eyebrows. "Really?"

I playfully shook my head at his suggestiveness. "Yes, really. I'm kinda worried about Dudley and the state of your laundry."

His waggling stopped. "What do you mean the 'state' of my laundry? What 'state' is it gonna be in?"

"Oh, it should be fine."

"Should?"

I tried to avoid his gaze by looking into my cup. "Yeaaaah."

"Right," he said, spooning the last of his yogurt into his mouth and tossing his empty cup in the bin. "Get on." He patted his back.

"What?"

"Get. On," he repeated, finishing his mouthful.

I stopped in my tracks, spoon poised. "Where? On your back?"

"Yep. You can eat and talk, and I can take care of the walking."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because isn't an answer."

"Elliot, have you ever been piggybacked while wearing a dress before?"

"Of course not."

"Then that's why."

"That's a stupid explanation. Get on."

"Nooo."

I tried to walk past him but he secured my waist. "Come on. It will be just like when we used to walk home from school together, when you complained that your legs were allergic to walking, except you won't be holding our backpacks this time."

Pursing my lips, I tried not to smile at the memory of me draped over Elliot's shoulders, one backpack on my back and the other in my hands, dangling in front of his chest.

He bent over. "Come on. I know you want to."

"Ugh! Okay. You do realise that anyone behind us is bound to see my arse."



       
         
       
        

"Good. I'll ask them to take a picture for me."

"Ha ha, very funny." I placed my yogurt cup on top of a mailbox and hiked up my dress, stopping it from riding any higher than the apex of my legs. "Ready?" I asked, preparing to jump.

"Go for it."

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I leaped onto his back and wrapped my legs around his hips. He secured them with his arms and hiked me up even farther.

"Oh my God!" I squealed. "Please don't drop me."

"I won't."

"Good, because I'll take you down with me. Just sayin'."

He laughed. "I've no doubt you will. Now, don't forget your yogurt."





"Elliot! I'm slipping," I cried, desperately trying not to tip the last of my yogurt down his chest. Mind you, licking it off could be fun. No, Danielle! No licking, remember?

"Hold on, we're nearly there."

"Quick!" I slid down his back a little more, my arms locking around his neck, forcing a choking sound from his throat.

"Can't  …  breathe."

"Hurry up then."

"Egggg."

"What?"

"LEG. POCKET. KEY!"

"Let me down then, you goose." I tried to unwrap my legs but he wouldn't have it, instead choosing to fumble in his pocket for a few seconds before producing a key and slotting it into his door.

"Hurry up!" I giggled. "I'm sliding down you like I would a fireman's pole."

I scrambled up his body, releasing my stranglehold around his neck.

"Fuck! Don't talk about sliding down poles right now."

I laughed. "Why?"

"Because I don't want to be distracted by the thought and drop you on your arse as a result, that's why."

I slipped again, and this time I yanked on his shoulders as I fell. He stumbled backward into the wall, my back coming into contact with the plaster, his arse pressing into my open legs. My clit buzzed to life at the sensation, and I gasped, wishing he was facing me and not the other way round, his hands cupping my breasts, his tongue and lips tracing a hot, wet trail along my neck, his cock positioned at my-

"Shit. Sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I shook the thought of Elliot's cock out of my head. "What?"

"Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no. I mean, yes. I mean, HURRY UP!"

Elliot giddy-upped down the hallway to his living room and dropped us onto his leather sofa just before I slipped completely. My body bounced onto the cushions, my head falling back against the headrest with a thud, my eyes closing as I laughed like we did when we were kids.