5. Melanie
Chapter Five
MELANIE
My eyes close as I feel him slide inside me. The rational part of my brain tries to tell me this is crazy, but the part of my brain that’s been in desperate need of getting laid tells that rational part to shut the fuck up.
I begin to move, slowly at first as I allow myself time to adjust to his size. How is this man so perfect? He’s gorgeous. He seems smart and kind. And dear God, he’s well-endowed and knows just what to do with it.
His hips flex as he pumps up against me and I move to match his pace. We find a rhythm and I slowly open my eyes. He’s staring up at me, watching me intently and I almost close my eyes again because it’s too intense, but his hands tighten their grip on my hips.
“No,” he whispers. “Keep them open.” He pulls my skirt up until it’s around my midsection and his gaze falls to where our bodies are joined. “Fuck, that’s hot as hell.”
I lean back and look down because damn if I’m going to let him be the only one with a front-row seat to this show we are currently putting on for each other. It feels naughty watching this like I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop. He’s right. Watching our bodies unite is hot as hell. He unbuttons my top and pushes it open, pulling the cups of my bra down, he begins to toy with my nipples, squeezing and twisting slightly.
“Lean forward,” he says as he tugs me toward him and leans down to suck on my left nipple. I grind harder, needing more, wanting more. He gives my right nipple equal attention.
“Bring your knees up,” he demands. He moves his hands, guiding my legs until I’m squatting, my legs are bent and pressed against his sides. He thrusts up, sliding even deeper and hitting a place inside me that has my eyelids falling shut.
“Oh my God!” I whisper-yell. “Don’t stop!”
His hands go back to my hips, and he doubles his pace. My hands fly to his shoulders, trying to keep my body steady as he thrusts harder and faster. My body tenses up, and then, I’m free-falling. I can feel all my muscles trembling as my release sends me into another universe. I’m only vaguely aware of his release as he grunts, his hands clenching my hips on a final hard thrust.
I let my legs slide to the sides, my head falls onto his shoulder. I feel his arms wrap around me, pulling me against him. Neither of us speaks for a while as we both regain our composure. Our breaths slow, and after a bit, I pull back and look into his eyes. He gingerly brushes the hair away from my cheek.
“That was…” He trails off as his eyes search mine.
“Amazing?” I suggest with a shy grin.
He smiles. “Better than amazing.”
“Why’d we wait so long?” I ask, unable to stop grinning.
“Clearly, we have some issues and need to sort that out,” he replies as he drops his hand to my breast where his thumb draws lazy circles around my nipple.
“I agree. We should sort that out at least two more times today.”
We both laugh. It feels natural and right and all of my doubts from before evaporate completely. Whatever this is…it’s not some weird one-night elevator stand.
I slowly lift up and he rids himself of the condom, rolling it into a Kleenex I hand him from my purse. He sticks it in his pocket before tucking himself back in his pants. I sit back, letting my skirt fall back down. He gently adjusts my bra and begins buttoning my shirt. He’s halfway done when suddenly the elevator doors fly open.
I yelp and he pulls me against him as though we are under attack.
“Oh, hey…uh…you guys OK?” Jorge asks. Thank goodness he didn’t open the door five minutes ago or I might be dead from embarrassment.
“Uh, yeah. How did you get the door open?” Xavier asks, helping me to my feet. I slide my shoes back on and look up at Xavier. He’s a better actor than I am. He’s all calm and collected like we didn’t just do it in the elevator and nearly get caught by the assistant superintendent of the building.
Jorge holds up a crowbar. “I felt bad that you guys would likely be spending the entire day in there and then I remembered I had a crowbar in my trunk…long story…and I figured I’d come up here and see if I could get the doors open. Now, watch yourselves when you get out because it’s a big step down. Looks like this old metal clunker didn’t even make it all the way to the second floor.”
I swallow at the thought of it falling to the basement. I pick up my food, purse, and coat. Xavier grabs the box with the turkey and holds out his hand to help me out of the elevator. I step down and breathe a sigh of relief when my feet touch the old linoleum floor tiles. I’ve never been so happy to be on the second floor of a building in my life.
“Well, have a good Thanksgiving,” Jorge says as he rubs the back of his head and waves to us with his crowbar before heading to the stairs.
“You going to be able to make a train out to your family’s house?” Xavier asks.
I look at the time. Six hours. We spent six hours in there. It’s now late afternoon. I could try to get a train, but my family always eats about now. I reach into my bag and text my family that I’m still stuck in the elevator but that the fire department said it shouldn’t be much longer and I’ll come over tomorrow to eat leftovers with everyone.
I look up at Xavier who is also typing away on his phone. He presses the screen and places the phone back in his pants pocket.
“Nah. It’s too late. I’ll go over tomorrow,” I say. “What about you?”
He shrugs. “I told Tom it’s going to be a while for the fire department to show up. He said he was pissed about the turkey, but then our intern showed up and brought one because he’d won it at some golf tournament last weekend and wanted to use it before it went bad.”
I giggle. “No one likes bad turkey.”
“I guess I’ll go back up,” he says, glancing at the ceiling above us. He turns toward the stairwell and opens the door. My shoulders droop. Was this just a hookup after all? For a brief moment, I thought…well, I thought it was more than that.
“You coming?” he asks, looking back over his shoulder at me. “We need to finish this turkey and I want more of that sweet potato casserole.”
My heart gives a little leap and I nod. “You got corn or green beans up there?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” he replies, crooking a finger at me to come over toward him.
I walk the three paces until we’re standing face to face.
“I’m glad we got stuck in there,” he whispers.
“I agree. Who needs a bar or dating app to meet guys when you can just spend the day in a metal box together.”
He laughs. “I’ll join you in that metal box any day, baby.”
And with that, we head upstairs to enjoy a most unexpected Thanksgiving.