I jogged down the street, making it around the corner and away from the hotel before hailing a cab. I stormed into the apartment building, my heart racing, filled with anger and humiliation as I pressed the button for the elevator over and over, punching it with my finger. I heard the front door to the building open behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see Tyler there, his eyes on mine.
“Go away,” I hissed as the elevator door opened, hurrying on. He hurried on after me before I could close it, standing close to me as the door shut behind us.
“Fuck off,” I said when he tried to touch me, but he took my arm anyway, holding my eye with a steely look.
“No,” he said in a gruff voice. I snatched my arm away from him, glaring at him.
“I cannot stand you,” I said.
“Yes, you can,” he said to me. The elevator froze then and I sighed, closing my eyes.
“I know I fucked up,” he said, and I opened them again to look at him.
“You did,” I growled. He smiled at me.
“You’re using this as an excuse to hide from what’s happening here,” he said. “You’ve been looking for any excuse you can to deny what’s happening between us since day one.”
“There’s nothing happening between us,” I hissed. “I thought we were friends. That was all.”
“Really?” he asked, taking a step toward me, pressing my back against the wall of the elevator. “You have no feelings for me at all, is that what you’re saying?”
“No,” I said defiantly, looking up into his eyes as he stood in front of me, his hands on either side of my body. “No, I just wanted to get along with you. I don’t even like you.”
He grinned, lowering his lips to mine, making my breath catch in my chest.
“Prove it,” he said.
“How?” I asked him.
“A simple kiss,” he said in a quiet voice. “Just one kiss. I bet you won’t be able to stop.”
“A kiss is nothing,” I said, my voice trembling. “Especially with you—”
“So do it,” he growled. Shaking, I pressed my lips to his, taking his mouth in a rough, angry kiss just to prove myself. I pulled away, but was only apart from him for a second before I went in for another, electrified by the feeling of his mouth on mine. I kissed him again, then again as he breathed against my lips, responding by slipping his tongue into my mouth. He put his hands to my hips and pulled them against his, and I whimpered when I felt how hard his cock was. The elevator opened and he pulled me forward, walking backward to his apartment, fumbling for the door. He opened it and we pressed inside with our mouths connected, kissing furiously, hungrily as he led me over to his couch and sat me down. He continued to kiss me, lowering himself down, his hands on my thighs as he pressed my dress up over them. I allowed him to do so, allowed him to pull my tights down and over my hips, baring my legs.
“Does your pussy taste as sweet as your mouth, Ali?” he asked. “As sweet as those things you bake for me?”
I didn’t say anything, but blushed at his dirty words, not used to hearing them. I blushed even deeper when he spread my legs, pressing my dress up and over my hips. He gave a low growl when he saw between my legs, and I looked down in shame to see that I was soaked wet through my panties, the pale fabric clinging to every fold. I tried to close my legs but he held them open, nuzzling my thigh, kissing the thin fabric over my clit with just enough pressure to make me lose my breath. I felt his breath against my swollen pussy lips, felt his lips brush over them, sending a shiver through my entire body.
“I thought you didn’t want this,” he said, looking up at me with a cocky half-grin. “And yet your pussy is literally dripping.”
“Shut up,” I breathed, and he grinned as he lowered his face again, kissing me on the outer lips of my pussy. He pulled my panties down and off then, leaving me bare, spreading my legs so that I was completely exposed to him. I blushed again but didn’t resist when he put his mouth against my soaking pussy, swiping the length of my slit from the bottom to the top. The tip of his tongue traced my clit in a circle, not touching it, just teasing it over and over again before he started lapping up and down at my pussy. My legs were completely spread for him and I could feel myself soaking his couch, dripping down my ass, all over the fabric below me. I didn’t care; I leaned back and let him devour me, his tongue dipping inside to tease my opening in a way that made me want more and more. He ignored my clit for a long time, only toying with the areas around it, the sensitive spots that brought me closer and closer to coming.
“Do you like this?” he asked. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathed, gasping when he took my clit between his lips and started to suck on it, flicking it with his tongue. I found my hips grinding upward against his face, riding against him, moaning as I rubbed my clit up and down his wanting tongue. I had never felt so wild before, so sensual and out of control as when he started devouring me in earnest, ravaging my pussy with his mouth. His fingers stroked up and down my thighs, making me tremble, making my body shake as I started to come on his face. He pulled his mouth away for a moment, instead bringing his fingers up to stroke the lips of my pussy, then slipped one in about an inch inside of me just to tease my opening. I moaned when he slipped his full, thick finger in, pumping it in and out.
“So tight,” he growled, barely able to say the words as another finger joined the first. He started to curl them upward inside of me, touching my most tender spot as he lowered his mouth against and started teasing and sucking on my clit with his lips and his tongue. I started to tremble, shivering beneath him before my hips started to buck against his face beyond my control.
“Tyler,” I breathed, and then felt something within me shatter around him, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I gasped and moaned and came as hard as I ever had in my life. I held his face there as I came on him, trembling, and caught my breath afterward. I was immediately filled with shame, and hurried to push my dress down, picking up my panties and my tights.
“I’m not—I’m not one of your girls,” I said.
“I know,” he said, and opened his mouth to say something else before I hurried past him out of his apartment and into my own, leaving him behind for good.