8. Escapade
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How did Jude know that Ella was here? Or was he really only invited this time? As her tension visibly spiked, I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t just let her hide in the bathroom for the rest of the evening. On the other hand, if I’d just let her leave… well, I simply wasn’t ready for that just yet.
Shuffling through the dancing bodies toward the bathroom door, we were getting closer and closer to safety. I had to act now, so I made it look like I just blurted it out, “Hey, how about we just get out of here?”
With her eyes shooting from left to right, she hissed, “What about your work?”
“They’ll cover for me.”
She tossed back her head, grunting, “Gah! Okay.” Then she looked at me with determined eyes. “Let’s lose him.”
“C’mon,” I offered her my hand, and she took it. Driven by a sudden rush of adrenaline, my legs sprinted through the masses, carrying me faster toward the exit.
The way she clasped my hand and followed me was exhilarating.
As soon as we got out, I glanced at the bouncer by the door, and he silently nodded in acknowledgment. I continued to run with her, taking a right into the entrance of the luxury hotel apartment building she didn’t know I owned. Stopping for a moment, I punched in the code, and the doors parted open.
She panted, “Wait, where are we going?”
Leading her into the foyer, I quickly glanced over my shoulder. “You’ll see.”
“Are you sure we’re supposed to be here?” I heard her question as we stopped at the elevator.
I punched in ‘ten’ and turned to her. “Don’t worry. I also work here.”
“As what?”
My eyes watched the glowing countdown; three… two… “Does it matter?” I gave her a thrilled look and hoped she would return it.
I didn’t know if it was anger at Jude, elation from our little escapade or the sheer effect of alcohol, but she did return it with a grin on top. “It doesn’t.”
Inside the elevator, I watched her chest rise and fall and her eyes spark with delight. When she inched closer, I held her by the arms, fixing her in place as I whispered, “How drunk are you?”
Without breaking our eye contact, she shook her head.
Was she motivated by spite toward her ex, or did she truly find me exciting? The question burned a hole in my brain as I grabbed her hand, marching down the corridor toward apartment one-hundred-and-one. I quickly punched in the code, and the door lock clicked, so I pushed it open, pulling her along with me.
And then she slammed the door shut, blocking it with her back as her hand grabbed the lapel of my suit, yanking me closer. With her eyes on my lips, she murmured, “I think six months are enough, don’t you?”
I don”t think I really even heard the question she just asked–instead I crashed my lips onto hers, eager to taste what her mouth had to offer. Holding her by the waist, I slammed her against the door, breathing in her exquisite scent, a mixture between tangy raspberry and sweet vanilla. My tongue was battling hers for control, playing a game and testing how far hers was willing to fight. I liked feisty, independent, and spontaneous women and she was a mixture of all of those–a wild personality wrapped up in a tight, hot body. She put up a fight, but I conquered her mouth–drank from it, from her. But I wanted more.
I let go of her lips and kissed down her jaw and neck, sucking on the area just below her ears. I could feel her breath hitch and her mouth open. She seemed to exude sexuality; her subtle movements, her perfume, her smooth skin… all seemed so effortlessly to make me hard as fuck. She stirred an unexplainable need inside me as if my body had been craving hers forever.
I moved my hands to her ample breast, massaging them over the soft fabric of her dress. Like made for me, they fit perfectly under the palm of my hand–firm and soft.
”Oh, please. Is this everything you”ve got?” Ella let out breathlessly, challenging me on.
I stopped my assault on her breasts, looked deep into her gray eyes, and smirked. This woman seriously knew how to push my buttons.
”Does this dress mean a lot to you, Ella?” My words came out dark and ominous.
”No?” Her gray eyes had a questioning look to them, unsure of my next move.
A split second after I tugged on the neckline of her dress with both hands, and in one unexpected move, I tore it open, exposing her to me.
Ella let out a gasp. In nothing but a lace bra, a matching pink thong, and her edgy, silver heels, she stepped out of what was left of her dress.
She looked fucking phenomenal. My eyes roamed over her body from bottom to the top, tall and slender. Her legs went on forever, her breasts the perfect size to be played with, her widening gray eyes filled with want and stubbornness.
In one swift move, I grabbed her legs and threw her over my shoulder, going straight to my favorite, full-body mirror. Just as I put her back on her feet, I suddenly found her lips attacking my mouth and her hands frantically taking off the jacket of my suit. Understanding what she wanted, I unglued myself from her lips and took off my own clothes–only leaving my boxers on. Now it was her turn to take me in slowly. Her eyes stared at the rock-hard muscles of my arms and chest before gradually lowering to the outline of my painfully hard cock. As if automatically, her tongue swept across her lips, bringing moisture back to them.
She touched my stomach with the palm of her hands, moving them slowly upwards towards my chest, and then over my shoulders and arms, exploring how my skin felt against hers. The hairs on my arms stood up, and I marveled at the softness of her against the rougher feel of my skin.
Ella took a step closer to me and started slowly skimming her soft, plump lips over the hardness of my chest–sucking and nibbling–biting the skin softly. I felt myself grow even harder at her touch as she gradually moved up and then sucked on the base of my throat. I wanted her now.
As if reading my mind, while her tongue skimmed my neck and jawline, her hands lowered until she was at the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them now in one quick tug, as if they were standing in the way of her resolve. I felt the cooler air of the room as her actions revealed my glistening cock. I knew I was well-endowed but still waited for a sharp comment from that witty mouth of hers. But it never came—instead, her eyes just filled with hunger and need.
She grabbed my cock in her right hand and started stroking me, her thumb casually skimming the tip every few strokes. Her grip firm, she knew exactly what she was doing–how she was affecting me.
I let out a guttural groan, feeling the need to take control completely taking over me. I needed to touch her–claim her–show her a time she”d never forget. Make her body remember me. I needed to make her body remember me because even if her mind were to forget, her body never would. The thought of me imprinting myself on her drove me on.
I pulled her forcefully by the waist, and she let go of my cock, planting on my chest. I brought my lips on hers, swiping my tongue across them to gain entrance again as I grabbed her ass–needing to feel how cute and tight it was under the palms of my hands. I squeezed it roughly and gave it a hard spank, eliciting a little erotic yelp from her.
“There’s nothing more I want than to spend the rest of the evening naked and buried in you,” I murmured through my kisses, tearing her thong away and deciding I”d just buy her another one later. I brought my right hand between us and cupped her smooth pussy, finding it already drenched. I targeted her clit and raked my forefinger on it softly, her whimpers egging me on. I kept my touch feather-light, teasing her and moving my finger in subtle circular motions, wanting her to go blind with need. Her kisses started to turn into gasps, and her hips started grinding on my finger, desperately needing more friction; however, I didn”t let her have any. I”d give her what she needed–but not now–now I needed her to remember her own desperation at this moment–to know that it was me who put this kind of animalistic need inside her. I wanted her to know that no one would be able to fulfill it. No one but me.
I kept teasing her for a while, kissing her neck and throat, still making my touch very subtle. Her cheeks looked flushed, and I could feel her rapid heartbeat banging against my chest, tasting her sweat. I looked into her eyes, communicating what I wanted.
”Fuck you. Please.” Even like this she had that fierceness in her.
I decided to ignore the fact that she cursed at me and instead turned her around so she was directly in front of the mirror, facing it. I pressed her front to the mirror glass.
”Stick your ass out.” It wasn’t a request, it was a command.
And although she sneered at me, she actually complied. With the side of her face glued to the mirror and her ass exposed for me to do with as I pleased, I gave her a punishing spank, causing it to jiggle slightly. I looked down between her plump ass cheeks, seeing that my actions caused her to grow wetter, her juices now dripping down her legs. My dick strained, painfully needing to feel that wet warmth of her magnificent pussy surrounding me.
Without any further warnings, I plunged two fingers inside her wetness, feeling her tightness clench around me. I looked at her face in the mirror with her eyes half-closed, hair disheveled and mouth open–the sight was enough to almost drive me over the edge. I kept pounding my fingers inside her frantically, loving how wet she was, loving that her body would remember me finger fucking her like this while she got to watch herself in the mirror. Gradually, I slowed down and pulled my fingers out. I needed to taste her; I needed the taste of her sweet nectar in my mouth.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded and she obliged. I met her eyes in the mirror, and slowly brought my two fingers in my mouth, sucking the taste off of them, not leaving a drop. She tasted wild and sweet, and I wanted more.
I got down on my knees, spread her legs further apart for better access, and then ran my tongue up from her clit all the way to her pretty asshole, lapping at her juices.
“Fuuuuck,” Ella groaned, her legs shaking from the sensation.
I glazed my tongue and teeth over her clit, sucking on it feverishly before I moved and plunged my tongue inside her overflowing pussy–her exquisite taste enveloping my mouth. Continuing the assault with my tongue, I added a finger to lightly pinch and play with her clit.
Ella let out another helpless moan which only encouraged me on. I wanted to give her an earth-shattering orgasm—and when she came, during her wave of pleasure, I would just ram my hard cock inside her and make her climax repeat time after time as I fucked into her. I wanted to be fresh in her memory–wanted her to walk around with a constant reminder that I was here anytime she needed me. I wanted her to remember who made her pussy sore.
With a final soft pull on her clit, I felt her collapse. She gasped and I saw her breath hitch in her throat as her stomach muscles clenched in the mirror and her eyes rolled back. I knew she was in her own world now, mind-blown by how powerful the orgasm was.
I didn”t give her a chance to catch her breath. I gripped her hips and rammed my cock inside her, balls deep—in one thrust. Her clenching pussy seemed to suck me in and she cried out in pleasure as I stretched out every inch of her. I could see how much her body needed a pounding—how much it needed the intimacy, the connection and release. I pulled my cock out back to her entrance before plunging into her again, fucking her hard as pussy drank me in.
I watched her in the mirror again, her eyes meeting mine. “Unclasp your bra and pinch a nipple for me. Play with your clit with the other hand. Watch yourself doing it.”
I grabbed her by her hair to hold her face up as she did as she was told, looking like the sexiest fucking sight I’d ever seen while I pounded her. Her mouth was open, breathless moans escaping her lips as her pink, taut nipples pressed against the mirror while my cock moved in and out of her, partly concealed by her other hand rubbing her clit.
I felt her clenching around me, her arousal drowning every last inch of my hardness.
“Come with me Ella,” I groaned, “Cum on my cock.” Her eyes met mine in the mirror. The sight of us completely drove us both over the edge. We collapsed, both of us holding one another up, gasping for air, blinded by the explosion of pleasure.
We sat on the ground for a moment to catch our breaths before I pushed myself up off the floor and held a hand out to her. Even as a sweaty mess, she was striking–sexy and playful, even. Carrying her softly, I placed her on the bed, and she kissed my cheek.
I had to find a way to make this happen again.