“It’s not a good idea, Katie.” Meg had begged me to rethink moving in with Brandon.
“I’ll still be your roommate too, technically.” I sighed. “Don’t worry, you’ll still see me all the time.”
“I don’t know, Katie.”
“He’s a nice guy, Meg.”
“Well, I’ve never met him, so how would I know?” I’d left then, because what could I say? She knew why she had never met him, all of my friends knew why. I wasn’t a liar… well, only with him.
“You’re wet already,” he growled as his fingers slipped between my legs.
“Well, how can I not be?” I pushed him back into the side panel of the elevator and kissed him hard. He groaned as my hands fell to his belt buckle and undid it smoothly. I was now a pro at getting him undone in record time.
“I love it when you take charge.”
“I love it when you want us to make memories.” I laughed as I unzipped him and kissed my way down his shirt before falling onto my knees and taking him into my mouth. I felt heady with power as he groaned and pulled my hair as I bobbed up and down on him. The salty taste of him growing in my mouth turned me on even more and I took him into my mouth faster and more eagerly.
“Slow down, Katie.” Brandon groaned. “I’m going to come if you keep this up.”
“That’s the idea.” I laughed and took him into my mouth as far as I could go. Brandon was the first and only man, I’d ever given a blowjob. He was the first of many things. He only knew about the sex, though. I wasn’t sure how he’d feel if he knew just how inexperienced I had been previous to meeting him. I tried to blank that out of my mind, though the guilt was making everything harder and harder. He called out my name as he orgasmed into my mouth, I swallowed without thinking, wanting to taste all of him, enjoying the feel of his release as it slid down my throat smoothly.
“Oh how I love you, Katie.” He pulled me up and turned me around, bending me over and pushing my thong to the side as his fingers entered me slowly. “Oh, you’re so ready for me.” He grunted as his fingers made love to me roughly. “I can never get enough of you.” He groaned and removed his fingers quickly. I moaned in response and before I know it, he was sliding into me fast and deep.
“You’re hard again, already?” I cried out in surprise and gratification.
“I just have to look at you to be hard, Katie.” He grunted as he held on to my hips. His hands swung me around and reached up to squeeze my breasts. “Hold onto the wall, I don’t want you to fall.”
“Fall?” I questioned between gasps, but I soon realized what he was talking about as he slid in and out of me with such force and intensity that I could barely stand still. “Oh Brandon,” I screamed as his cock fell out of me. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to.” His cock entered me again and this time he moved in and out so slowly that I thought time was standing still. My nerve endings felt like they were going to explode, and I wiggled my ass to try and get him to move faster again. I needed to feel him deep inside of me. I needed him to consume and take me. I needed to have him possess every inch of my body and soul. I gripped the wall and closed my eyes as he took me in the elevator. I screamed as he increased his pace and my body started trembling as my orgasm built up.
“Come for me, Katie.” He groaned. “Come for me.”
“I’m close.” I whimpered and my hips buckled underneath him as his fingers reached around and played with my clit as he continued his dominance over my body. “Oh Brandon,” I screamed.” I’m coming, I’m coming.” I screamed as my body shuddered and he continued fucking me. I banged my hands against the wall and hit something. Before I knew what was happening the elevator started moving.
“Oh shit, Katie. What did you do?” He groaned as he continued sliding in and out of me.
“I don’t know.” I screamed again as the orgasm took over my body. I couldn’t think about anything other than the pleasure that reverberated through me. “Oh Brandon, I love you!” I cried out in ecstasy. And then the elevator stopped. What happened next was most probably one of the most exciting, exhilarating and scary parts of my life. Brandon grabbed me and pulled me to the corner of the elevator with him. He pushed the front of my skirt down and handed me his briefcase to hold. Seconds later the door opened and two men walked in.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hastings.” They nodded and smiled at him.
“Mark, Jason.” He smiled at them and then they pressed their floor buttons and faced the front.