5. Neva
Chapter Five
NEVA
As we walk towards the elevator my head is racing.
I’m glad to be out of that too-tight costume, but changing out of it has brought back my kiss with Elden. His hands on my hips as he pressed his lips to mine, backing me against the wall of the tiny cubicle.
I’m also a little shaken from the encounter with Dave The Pervert, but mainly I’m excited to be driving home with Elden. Outside the snowstorm is getting worse, with the wind slamming against the windows.
“Thanks for coming to my rescue back there.” I fiddle with the strap on my bag as we wait for the elevator. First he takes me home from the station, now he rescues me from a sleazy guy. I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of helpless idiot. “I could have handled him.”
“No, you couldn’t.” Elden stares me down as we walk into the elevator. “He’s a big guy, everyone else in the store had gone home and he knew it. Plus he’s a disgusting pervert. He won’t mess with you again.”
He pulls the iron grille at the front closed as I sit down on the padded bench to tuck my jeans into my snow boots.
He presses the button for the first floor and the elevator starts its descent.
I stare at his broad shoulders and marvel at his height - good thing this is such a big space, he fills quite a bit of it.
Suddenly the lights go off.
“What the fuck?” Elden’s voice growls out of the darkness as the elevator grinds to a halt. We’re halfway between floors.
Footsteps walk to the front of the elevator and Elden says “Looks like it could be a blackout.”
I search for my cell phone in my bag and breathe a sigh of relief as the bright light of the screen comes on.
And then goes out. Shit - I forgot to charge it.
Elden’s handsome face is dimly visible as he uses his phone torch to inspect the display panel.
“Okay, so I’ve pressed the emergency button. Who knows if it’s working or not. You ok?” A dim red emergency light has been activated so I’m aware of him turning his head back in my direction.
“Fine. Glad I’m not alone.” Oh dear - he’s definitely going to think I’m helpless now.
He’s pressing buttons on his phone and holding it up to all four corners of the elevator.
“No service,” he says grimly and turns towards me again. “Better get comfortable.”
I lean back against the wall. “Well, I’m glad there’s a seat in here.” It’s surprisingly soft. I wouldn’t want to be in one of those tiny little metal boxes like the one in my old office.
I have a bottle of cinnamon liquor I bought for my Dad in my bag; if now isn’t a good time to have a sip I don’t know when is. I open it, take a drink and hold it out to Elden. “Want a sip?”
“Have you noticed in movies there’s always a hatch in the elevator?
” Elden comes over, takes the bottle and sits down next to me.
I’m totally aware of the warmth of his body and his intimidating physical presence.
It’s exciting and also nerve wracking to be trapped in here with him - like being in the lion’s den.
Especially since I can’t work out if he wants to kiss me, ignore me or be angry with me.
“Yeah, that’s right. One of them gives the other a boost and then they climb out. And there’s always a ladder on the side of the elevator shaft.” I smile at him.
We look up at the roof - no hatch. We both burst out laughing.
“Is there anything in the floor?” I’m trying to keep things cheerful.
“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head as we both stare at the floor. He passes the bottle back. “Remind me to build one in for the next time.”
His profile in the half-light is beautifully sculpted as he turns his head and I’m intensely aware of his eyes on me as I take another sip from the bottle. The alcohol is making me brave.
“Look, can we talk about the elephant in the room...I mean, elevator.” I try to keep it light but I have a burning need to make things right with him.
Nothing in response from Elden, so I’m going to have to keep talking. “I know you’re still mad about what happened…”
“Look, Neva stop. You don’t need to go over this.” I can hear the frown in his voice.
“I want to. We’re trapped here, you have to listen to me now.” I need to explain. It’s been such an unlucky year I might as well try to get one thing resolved.
“I could just kiss you again to make you stop talking.” he growls. My stomach flips and there’s a sudden heat between my legs.
Maybe being trapped isn’t so bad.
I might be crazy but I have to get him to understand.
It all spills out in a rush. “You thought I stood you up - I got the days mixed up. I’ve never been great with numbers and I was so excited about seeing you again.
And then that Delia who had a crush on you put it all over school that I was with someone else.
It got twisted that I was out with Billy, I wasn’t. I was at home in the bath!”
There’s no answer from Elden so I carry on.
“I tried texting and you’d blocked me. Then when I came to see you, you wouldn’t let me explain.
Then I came over at Christmas to try and explain again, you’d already left for the rig.
I always wanted to tell you the truth.” I’m breathing more quickly now, but I don’t know if it’s from the effort of making him listen or what he said about kissing me.
Silence again.
Then his face is close to mine. “Say that again.”
“Which bit?” I’m confused.
I open my mouth to say something and his is on mine, crushing my lips again with a fierce kiss.
His stubble presses against my cheeks as he pulls his hands through my hair, exploring my lips and mouth with his tongue.
He tastes of the cinnamon liqueur and his body is pressed against mine.
His aftershave has an amber scent which mixes with the smell of clean laundry rising from his clothes and the warm smell of his skin.
He pulls me onto his lap and the hardness of his cock is underneath me as I straddle him.
In the red light everything is sensual, as if this is a set specially lit just for the two of us.
I grind down on him and he groans as I press myself against him.
I unbutton my shirt and pull it off, relishing his sharp intake of breath as he looks at me.
My breath comes in ragged gasps as he runs his big hands up my back, sliding over the lace of my bra and then cupping my breasts.
I throw my shirt to the side as he runs his hands over me and then inclines his head to lick each nipple.
I moan shamelessly into the darkness, pulling at his shirt.
“Do you want me to carry on?” Elden asks, pulling his mouth away for a second.
Is he kidding? I’m trapped in an elevator during a snowstorm and a power cut with the hottest guy for miles. No one’s left in the store, so who knows how long we’ll be here? And what he’s doing is so good.
“Oh yes. Please Elden, don’t stop.” I gasp.
And he doesn’t. His mouth is hot as his stubble grazes my nipples, which are puckered and hard as he starts to suck on each one in turn.
His hands are at my waist, pulling down my jeans, helping me to do a little shuffle in my sheer desperation to get them off.
He still has his clothes on, but as I start to pull at his T-shirt, he moves my hands to the side, kneels down and begins to, slowly and languorously, kiss up my thighs.
I can’t resist leaning back on my discarded shirt, which is spread over the padded bench, as his head works its way up my legs, inch by inch, until he stops at the lace of my panties.
He grins at me in the soft red light. “Carry on?”
I’m slick with wetness and it makes me shameless. “Yes, Elden, now.” I pant, desperate to have him inside me.
But he has other ideas.
He slides my panties down my legs oh-so-slowly and then his hands slowly slide up, opening my legs.
His hands continue upwards until he gently slides his finger into my sopping wet entrance, followed by another.
His fingers move in and out as I clench against the rhythm, as the warm waves of an orgasm begin to build.
His head bends down as he licks and sucks at my swollen clit.
My legs are shamelessly wide along the bench as I moan louder as he fingers me in and out in a hypnotic rhythm.
His fingers work inside me as his tongue brings me closer and closer, until I cry out and clench again and again, coming against him in crashing wave after wave of perfect bliss.
I relax back against the bench, my legs still wide as his hands run up and down my thighs, steadying their trembling as my breathing starts to slow.
He looks up at me from his kneeling position.
“How was that?” he asks, smiling.
“Almost perfect.” I say, answering his smile.
“Almost?” He can’t believe it.
I can’t believe I said it, but I have something else in mind.
“Almost, because I want to feel you inside me. Too greedy?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer, but stands up, smiles and pulls off his T-shirt and I’m in awe of his hard abs and tight stomach. The enormous bulge in his jeans is evident even in the low light as he pulls off his jeans.
He is huge. My pussy clenches in anticipation as he stares down at me, his eyes darkening.
I can hardly wait.