Tight Spaces
Screeech!
The elevator came to an abrupt halt with such a jerk that I only managed to stay on my feet by grabbing at the wall. Apparently, the heavy snow falling outside and already being late for my boyfriend’s family dinner wasn’t enough after a day like today.
Now, I was also stuck in an elevator.
In the dark.
And for a dash of extra anxiety, might as well add in the claustrophobia that I had struggled with since I was a child…
The sudden darkness was broken as the low emergency lights flickered on, filling the car with a faint orange glow.
I pressed my hand more firmly against the wall in an attempt to steady myself.
While being able to see was helpful, the dim glow also emphasized just how small the elevator car really was.
I could feel my chest begin to tighten. In a desperate attempt to keep the panic away, I scanned the space around me, but the only other thing in sight was him.
Nico.
My boyfriend’s stepbrother.
For just the briefest moment, the screaming in my head about being trapped was interrupted by the reminder of how his hands felt…
Followed almost immediately by just how short my skirt was.
My tights were laughably thin and would be such an easy barrier to tear away.
All it would take would be one good tear and I could feel his tongue again…
I shook my head, trying to derail that train of thought before it went too far.
Unfortunately, without Nico and the memory of how he touched me at the forefront of my thoughts, all I could focus on was how close the walls of this over-glorified box were.
If only Asher was here. He always knew how to head off the panic attacks before they were able to sink their claws in.
Asher.
I shifted to lean against the wall and dug my phone out of my purse with trembling fingers. I needed to text Asher.
It turns out I’m definitely going to be late for dinner.
I typed out the text and hit send. The dots indicating Asher was typing appeared almost immediately.
Shit, Starling. Are you okay?
Before I could come up with a not-super-dramatic response, a second text came through.
I should have come to pick you up. I knew the roads were getting bad. Where are you?
I could practically see the guilt that was sure to be written all over his face as he waited for my response upstairs.
Even without knowing that I was trapped in the elevator yet, Asher knew how much I hated being out in weather like this.
But I also knew how important these monthly dinners with his dad and Nico’s mom were to him.
So this morning, before I left, I had insisted I would meet him here after work.
After all, family dinner nights meant good food and even better wine in their fancy upper-floor apartment.
Then again… it had hardly been snowing this morning compared to the blizzard raging out there now.
Well we’re here, technically. Stuck in the elevator, though, because of the power outage.
I added a grimace face and sent the message on its way.
Fuck. We?
Nico is stuck in here with me. Three cheers for decent company?
Typing bubbles appeared for a moment and then stopped.
When no other text came through, I chucked my phone back into my purse with quite a bit more force than strictly necessary.
If the power outage was widespread enough, it was pretty safe to assume it had affected cell service.
It was frustrating, but it had happened before.
I dropped my purse to the ground and leaned against the elevator wall, tipping my head back and closing my eyes.
I tried not to think about how small the space was, or how long we could be trapped here.
Definitely not thinking how hard my heart was already pounding in my chest or how tight my chest felt.
We were in a good area, I reminded myself.
Asher and Nico’s parents had money, everyone in this building did.
That had to be a plus in a situation like this, right?
At least it was still warmer than it was outside… For now.
Only a few moments into my poor excuse of a pep talk, I heard the faint chime of Nico’s phone from several feet away. There was a flash of annoyance that he was still able to get incoming texts and yet, whatever Asher had been typing had never been delivered.
“Why did my brother just text me ‘have fun’?” Nico’s voice sounded much closer than I was expecting, cutting through the silence and making me jump. There was something about his voice that made me feel warm inside despite the winter cold.
Smooth, I scolded myself as I opened my eyes to find that he had stepped closer.
Nico held up his phone, turning it so I could see the screen, read the text bubble with Asher’s words that were followed by a winking emoji.
It felt like the temperature in the small space had skyrocketed and I thought once more about how little clothing blocked his large hands from my skin.
How easy it would be for him to lean forward, to cage me against the wall…
My breath caught and my cheeks burned. I was hit with the sudden realization that it wasn’t just that I was trapped in this car, but I was trapped in this tiny little space with him.
Flustered, I couldn’t even bring myself to look him in the eye.
Not when I could vividly remember the way his lips felt on my body, the stretch to accommodate his cock…
It had been months since that night. Since Asher had told me he wanted to share me and then did just that with two of his friends and Nico.
I had been fucked senseless, in so many different ways - different positions - but nothing compared to the pleasure that had been pulled from me after Nico and Asher kicked the others out.
Nico and I had seen each other countless times since, and each and every time, I had to fight the urge to drop to my knees before him.
An urge that was present again now, fighting against everything else swirling through my mind.
Asher had brought it up a few weeks later, in bed, his own cock buried in my ass as he pulled my hair.
While he fucked me, he told me how much he had enjoyed watching Nico use me.
He recounted every explicit, filthy detail of how Nico had wrecked me before passing me off for Asher to finish the job.
My thoughts had jumbled, my words tumbling out without thought when he asked if I’d be interested in doing it again.
Yes. Absolutely. Please.
And now, here we were. Nico and I. Alone. With who knew how much time to kill.
Asher’s text glowed on the phone screen like a challenge. Permission and a taunt all wrapped up in one neat little bow. When I finally forced my gaze to Nico his smirk told me he knew exactly what Asher’s words meant.
Without a word, his phone landed on my purse at our feet with a soft thunk and zero care. The space between us felt charged in a way I couldn’t explain and then he was moving.
I tried to focus on the man in front of me.
On the way he negated our height difference by leaning into me with his hands on the wall to either side.
Even as my body reacted to his proximity, I could feel the panic, the fear, still prickling at the edges of my mind, darkness fuzzing at the edges of my vision.
My heart raced as my breath came rapidly.
I had been wishing for him to shove me up against a wall just like this for months and now that it was happening, the only thing I was feeling was… trapped.
Nico dropped his forehead to mine, one hand coming to my waist. I could see the desire in his eyes and even though I wanted to meet him with my own built-up desperation, I felt totally frozen.
Nico’s eyebrows pulled together as he studied my face.
His energy shifted completely as he pulled away slowly.
He was still so close I could feel the heat of his body, but it gave me a little more room to breathe.
At least, it would if I could remember how.
“Hey,” he said softly, cupping my cheek and angling my face to look up at him. “Pretty girl, look at me. Breathe,” he coached quietly, taking a deep breath and waiting until I mimicked his movements. “There you go, just like that. Good girl.”
Nico waited patiently as I took several more breaths.
Carefully, moving slowly as if in an attempt to not spook me, he brushed my hair away from my face.
His other hand trailed slowly up and down my arm, giving my racing thoughts something to latch on to.
“I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to this, but do you still get claustrophobic? ”
I nodded. Even though my breathing was becoming marginally easier from matching his own, my “Yes,” still came out almost more breath than sound.
“Just focus on me, pretty girl.” Nico’s voice was low and husky as both of his hands moved to my waist. He watched me carefully as he slowly let one hand drift up my side.
When I didn’t pull away from his touch, he dipped down until his lips brushed my ear, feather light, and I whimpered.
“We’re going to get you through this, okay?
” I nodded shakily once more and he nipped at my earlobe.
Pulling away, he tipped my chin and made sure I was looking at him again, that I was listening to his words. “If you need to stop, you tell me. Understand?”
I gave a shaky nod and that was all it took to break the tension between us. We were really doing this. Finally.
In the soft glow of the emergency lights, we became a frenzy of hands.
It was as if every barely-contained urge, every almost-touch, every too-long glance over the last several months erupted in this one moment.
I needed to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin under my fingers.
Even as I pulled at his shirt, his hands were everywhere.
My sides. My hips. My tits. Tangled in my hair.
But it still wasn’t enough.