Chapter 42
Nikita
There were far too many times throughout that boat ride that Calvin rendered me speechless.
Me, Nikita Da Silva, who has been told for years by everyone around me that I speak too much, is left speechless because of Calvin-freaking-Rhodes.
But that isn’t the most terrifying part.
What terrifies me most is the other ways he is making me feel. My body turns to molten lava when he touches me, goosebumps constantly break out across my skin, my heart can’t seem to beat at a normal rhythm anymore, and my pussy?
Don’t even get me started on that.
It has passed the point of throbbing and has since turned into a full-on ache, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else, but giving her what she wants.
And she wants Calvin.
I want Calvin.
We’re back on land now, but I still feel off-balance. My dress is in my bag and I have my jersey pulled over my bikini, the towel that I had still tied around my waist. The sun baked down on us for the rest of the tour, but I am still in desperate need of a shower. The closer we get to our hotel room though, the more my anticipation grows. What will happen once we’re alone?
Please, let me fuck him.
My body isn’t going to forgive me if I deprive her any longer. She is already calling out for him as he walks through the hotel lobby. He has since put his shirt back on (to my internal protest). I would have been more than happy to continue to have a view of a shirtless Calvin.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, falling into a stride next to me.
I am, but not for food.
I nod. “I could eat, but I want to shower first.”
He reaches for his wallet that, thankfully, hadn’t been on him when I pulled him into the sea. Removing the key card for our room, he hands it to me, “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll get us some food?”
I make no movement to take the card from him as disappointment settles in my stomach.
No - fuck this.
“Or…” I lift my hand to rest on his chest, bypassing the card in his hand, “You can come upstairs with me.”
His eyes darken with intrigue, his tongue running over the bottom of his lip before pulling it between his teeth in a quick motion, “You want me to come up with you?”
I nod.
“This will change things between us.”
“I’m good with that.”
He flashes me that gorgeous grin that can stop knees from working, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
He wastes no time slipping his fingers between mine, leading us in the direction of the elevator. The doors open as we arrive and people spill out of the cart. Calvin and I slip inside, turning to have our backs against the back as others fill the space in front of us.
The last time I was in an elevator with Calvin, I had begged the universe to send someone else to stop me from giving in to Calvin like I wanted to, but now all I want is for it to be just the two of us in here.
The anticipation has my heart beating erratically, the arousal fueling the heat in my veins.
Calvin shifts closer to me, his arm moving to wrap around my waist. My breath catches in my throat, but I remain as I am.
The doors of the elevator close leaving us trapped with the growing tension between us.
No one says anything as the elevator starts to ascend but there’s a soft song playing in the background. I relax my shoulders and let my head fall to the side, my eyes closing as I try to catch my breath again. There is a light thud from beside me snapping my eyes open and finding Calvin bending down, grabbing his wallet that he must have dropped. A couple people look back briefly but return their gaze forward.
I feel his hand at my ankle, sliding up my bare leg before disappearing beneath the towel still wrapped around my waist. I pause, my breath stuck in my throat as I wait to see what he’ll do next. His fingertips brushing up against the inside of my thighs. I send a questioning look in his direction, but his only response is a knowing smirk.
Darting my eyes around the cart, I find everyone facing forward. No one knows that Calvin is currently sliding fingers between my legs.
Ping - second floor.
I understand Quantum mechanics more than I understand this man. Behind every layer is one more surprising than the one before.
Calvin’s finger brushes against the outside of my bikini bottom. I wonder if he can feel how wet I am already. I struggle to hold back the physical reactions aching to release themselves.
Beneath this jersey, my nipples are standing hard and ready.
My aching pussy is begging to be touched, devoured, filled.
A single finger slips beneath my bikini bottoms, teasing my entrance as my teeth sink into the inside of my bottom lips, willing to keep it together.
His breath is on my ear, “Open.”
His voice is like honey over me, sending my arousal into a frenzy as I do as I am told, releasing the tension between my thighs to allow Calvin’s fingers to trace my entrance.
“Good girl.”
Ping - fourth floor.
A couple other people leave the cart, leaving four people still standing in front of us. I don’t want Calvin to move his finger away from me, but I also can’t get fingered in a cart with other people. Or maybe I can.
I lean back into his touch, welcoming his long finger that slips inside of me, making my request clear. I feel his eyes on me, the suffocating tension continuing to escalate between us.
The elevator pings once more, I have no idea what floor it is.
Calvin’s finger pushes further inside of me, grazing the walls of my pussy, sending a pulse of pleasure through me. He leans his body closer to mine, allowing his finger to move deeper. I lean against him, my head against his arm and keep my eyes forward, begging them to stay that way and not go rolling back like they want.
Never in a million years would I have expected Mr pompous, stick-up-his-you-know-what to do this. His rhythm picks up, each thrust of his finger slamming against my walls. While I am digging my teeth into my bottom lip, the strangers in front of us are none the wiser. My moans are on the tip of my tongue and I fight to keep them away until a more appropriate time and place.
I turn my face into his chest as I feel the building pleasure inside of me. Peeping up at him, his gaze is forward but there is a smug smile on his face. He is enjoying this just as much as I am.
Ping - sixth floor.
As if the universe hears my silent prayer, the remaining people leave the cart. Calvin and I are on the brink of the suffocating tension between us as we watch the doors close. I try to step forward, exhaling the breath I am holding but Calvin’s arm is around my stomach, pressing me back up against him as he slips a second finger into me.
“Cal-oh-...” The moan I am holding back escapes from my lips as I lean back into him, “In public, huh? You’re impressing me, Rhodes.”
His other hand comes up to grab my breast, squeezing it in his hand as his lips find my ear again, “I just thought, what would Nikita like?”
“Good-ah, fuck - good job.” The pleasure builds deep in my stomach with each dip of his fingers inside of me. “The elevator can stop at any time.” I manage to get out, my voice breathless.
“It can.” He removes his fingers to my immediate protest before turning me around and stepping between my legs as he presses me up against the back of the cart, “But I’m not done yet.”
His fingers disappear back into my pussy, his thumb now able to find my clit.
“Oh my…” My words disappear as I lean my head back against the wall, my eyes closing as I give into the building pleasure.
Ping - eighth floor.
Calvin and I jump apart, both of us staring at each other as we try to catch our breaths. As we turn, three people move to enter and there is no doubt that they know something has happened between us. My building climax is stunted by the interruption of the general public and I barely have time to wrap my brain around what just happened.
Thankfully, Calvin is still a functioning human being and pulls us out onto our floor.
“Where the hell did that come from?” I ask between my breaths and quicken my pace to keep up with Calvin. He comes to an abrupt halt, turning towards me and entering my personal space again.
He shakes his head, “I blame you. You’re the one doing this to me.”
“Doing what?”
“Making me lose my head. I can’t think straight when I’m around you.” His hands slip into my hair cupping my face as he leans closer to me, “If you want this to stop, I need you to tell me now.”
My eyes find his and I shake my head.
“Good.”