Chapter Seven
How had this happened? How had she ended up in an elevator with a man she’d thought was crazy?
Alex couldn’t remember a time when she’d enjoyed someone handling her so roughly or even talking to her like this, but she found that she liked it. Maybe it was the hidden freak in her. Whatever the reason, he was hot and she was horny.
Or maybe she was the crazy one. After all, random sex -- with a stranger, no less -- wasn’t something she normally did. But this man drew her to him somehow. Logically, she realized she shouldn’t believe his sob story or that some crazy wish had changed the course of their lives over the past year, but there was a surprising ring of truth to it that she couldn’t easily dismiss. Besides, how did he know so much about her?
The feral gleam in his black eyes made her shiver. And his touch ... it felt right, familiar, perfect. She wanted him very badly.
Tag’s hand slowly inched up her thigh, pushing her skirt to her waist. Alex cried out when his fingers dipped between her legs, rubbing the silky material of her thong against her clit. She grew damp with her need for him. “Oh, God,” she moaned.
“You like this?”
“Need you ask?”
“I like hearing you say the words.”
Somehow she knew that. But how did she know that?”
“I love it, Tag. More,” she begged. In one deft move, he gripped the thong on both sides and ripped it off her hips and tossed it aside. “You won’t be needing this for the rest of the night,” he growled.
His take-charge attitude turned her on like no other man had. Fingers delved between the folds of her hot, slick pussy.
Alex leaned her head against the wall with a groan. “Yes, Oh, God, yes.”
“You’re so wet, Alex. How does this feel?” He thrust his fingers harder and deeper into her.
She moved her hips, grinding herself over his hand. “It feels wonderful.”
“I bet it tastes wonderful, too.” He brushed his lips over hers, then slid down the length of her body until he was kneeling before her, his head inches away from her throbbing cunt.
Tag pushed her leg further apart. Alex gripped his shoulders, her knees suddenly feeling weak. When his tongue touched her clit, she thought she’d burst into flames. “That’s it, just like that!” If this wasn’t decadent, she didn’t know what was. The Aerosmith song, Love in an Elevator, popped into her mind. She had enjoyed that song when it had been popular, but now that she was actually experiencing it herself, she knew that if she ever heard it again, she’d relive this moment in excruciatingly fabulous detail.
Possibly getting caught added yet another thrill to what was happening between them. Who knew when this elevator would start to function again? It could be hours or a matter of seconds. Anyone seeing them would instantly know what they were up to with just a look, but that thought didn’t bother her in the least. Besides, she could barely think about anything except that his mouth was ravaging her pussy.
He slid his middle finger into her while sucking on her throbbing button. She mashed her pussy against his face. Hot. She felt so hot. The delicious things he was doing to her were like nothing she’d ever experienced.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. Was she making those noises? That hoarse, impassioned groan?
When teeth nipped her clit, she let out a little yelp.
Tag lifted his head. “Too rough?”
“Never!”
He chuckled and ran his tongue over her slick labia. “Somehow I knew you’d like it. You’ve always liked it when I do this.” An electric jolt shot up her body. “And you always like this, too.” Tag nibbled gently at her sensitive bud, his fingers still embedded deeply within her damp sheath. Alex couldn’t keep still, wiggling under his mouth’s ministrations. “And you absolutely loved this,” he said before he drew her clit into his mouth again, suckling it. Hard.
“Fuck me, Tag! I don’t think I can take anymore of this torture. I want your cock inside me. Now!” He couldn’t drive her mad like this and not expect her to burn to ashes.
Tag took his time releasing her clit, giving it one final kiss before getting to his feet. He forced his body against hers, jamming her back into the wall. Alex wrapped her arms around his neck as his head descended toward hers.
Their kiss was hungry, urgent, and needy, their tongues dueling for supremacy in a timeless dance of lust and passion. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was intoxicating. So close; she was nearing a torrid peak. Tag’s hard cock was suddenly there, pressing against her slit, demanding entrance.
She tore her mouth away from his. “Give it to me!”
“You’re going to get it, babe.”
Alex had always cringed whenever a man called her “baby” or “babe,” but coming from Tag, it somehow sounded just right.
He grabbed her thigh, lifting it just enough to let his cock slide into her. “Jesus, you’re wet. You’re so hot and tight, as if your pussy was made especially for my cock.”
“Mmm.” She moaned, unable to think clearly, much less articulate anything intelligible. All she could do was revel in the deliciousness of his thick cock inside her. It felt almost like she’d done this with him before.
“Hold on tight, babe. I want you to wrap your legs around my waist. I need to get as deep as I can into your juicy pussy.”
There was no way she could deny him. She gripped his shoulders in a vise as Tag cupped her ass, raising her so that her legs could circle him. He bucked, his hips driving his cock in to the hilt. The exquisite sensation of his cock stretching her so wonderfully made her squeal with delight. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
She needed to feel more of his naked skin against her. Letting go of his shoulders, she ripped open his shirt, revealing a very masculine chest; her eyes feasted on a light dusting of black curls over his well-toned pectoral muscles. As she ran her hand over the hard planes of his body, his flesh seemed to throb beneath her touch.
Alex buried her face in his throat, kissing and nibbling his heated skin.
He groaned. “God, Alex, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She sucked on the side of his neck, wanting to leave her mark on this sexy man. She did know exactly what she was doing to him, and it made her feel extremely empowered. Her legs tightened around him as his cock ground forcefully into her.
Tag’s fingers dug into the tender flesh of her ass, squeezing and kneading. She bit into skin, breaking through the delicate tissue. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but Alex was so caught up in the heat of the moment that she couldn’t help herself.
Tag growled. “You little vixen. So you like to bite? Well, I do, too.” He captured her lower lip between his strong white teeth and gently bit into the already sensitive flesh.
She was sure her lips would be as swollen and large as Angelina Jolie’s by the time this was over, but Alex was so highly aroused, pain didn’t enter into the equation. He released her lip before turning his attention to her face, raining kisses over it.
“God, I can’t get enough of you, woman. You’ll never know how much I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours.”
Alex clenched her vaginal muscles around his cock, milking it. “Do you like that?’
“Oh, yeah,” he responded breathlessly, before mashing his lips against hers. “So sweet,” Tag muttered against her mouth.
She writhed against him, her body on an upward spiral of intense sensation.
Tag’s cock pounded savagely into her pussy. His nails scraped her ass checks when he tightened his grip on her. He lifted his head. She looked into his dark, molten gaze just as a powerful climax surged through her body. She screamed and kept on screaming until he covered her mouth with his. Her orgasm was so strong that she shook, unable to stop herself.
“Oh, hell, yes!” he shouted, tearing his lips from hers, signaling his own release. A stream of come shot up her channel.
She held on to him, her head falling weakly on one broad shoulder. “Oh, Tag, I love you.”
Tag sagged weakly against her, then his head popped up. Did he hear her correctly? Had she just said that she loved him? “Alex?!”
She lifted her head, beautiful light-brown eyes locked with his. “Yes, Tag?”
“Did you just say what I think you did?”
“That I love you?”
“Yes. Did you really say it or am I dreaming?” he asked anxiously. He pulled her away from the wall, allowing her to unwind her legs from his middle. She nearly collapsed when her feet touched the floor, but he quickly grabbed her waist, keeping her steady. “Are you okay?”
She giggled. “I am now. You can hardly expect my legs to support me after a performance like that.”
Tag gripped her tighter, desperately wanting the answer to his question. “Alex, did you mean what you said?”
A slow smile tilted her swollen lips. “Yes. I remember, Tag. I remember everything. I remember you and the year we spent together.”
He felt like crying in relief. Cupping her face in his hand, he stared deeply into her eyes, trying to gauge her emotions. “Tell me this isn’t a dream, my beautiful lover, my friend,” he said, lips brushing lightly against hers.
“It’s not a dream, Tag. I do remember, although everything is a little jumbled in my head right now.”
There was so much he wanted to tell her but, first and foremost, he had one thing he had to say. “Alex, I love you so much. My life wouldn’t have much meaning if you weren’t in it, as I learned painfully this past month.”
Alex’s eyes welled with unshed tears. “Do you mean it?”
“More than anything. I didn’t realize what a precious jewel I had in you until I lost you. From now on, it’s going to be whatever you want. We’ll get married, a big fancy wedding, if you’d like. I want whatever you want.”
Alex laughed. “Whoa, cowboy! How about we settle for a fifty-fifty relationship? Besides, I never asked for a big fancy wedding. All I ever really wanted was your love and commitment. If you’re really adverse to the marriage thing, then I can live with that now that I know you love me, too.”
“You have it and more, babe, but I must insist on getting married. I’m not going to let you walk out on me so easily again.”
“Technically, I never did. How strange is this? I can remember events from my year with you and the one without you.”
“Side effect from the magic, maybe? Who knows? Perhaps the memories that weren’t supposed to happen will eventually fade. I hope they will.”
“Could be, but when I compare the two, I know my life was much better with you in it. It wasn’t the material things that you provided, either. It was always you. Just you.” She gave him a quick kiss.
“I know what you mean. I went through hell this past month. I’m sorry for the arrogant way I brushed your feelings aside, as though they were inconsequential. I hope that I can become the man you deserve.”
A tear escaped from the corner of her eye. “Oh, Tag. You don’t know how good it feels to actually hear you say that. For the longest time I thought that you were somehow ashamed of me because you wouldn’t introduce me to your family or even talk about them.”
“I could never be ashamed of you, my love. I never told you about my family because I didn’t want you to think less of me. I came from poor white trash. Don’t get me wrong. I care for them as much as I’m able to, but I’ve always faced the fact that my mother is an alcoholic and sometimes drug user who refuses to get help. She was never much of a mother, and we only see each other every other year, if that. The last time I heard from her, she was shacked up with yet another biker.”
He took a deep breath. Sharing his past was obviously painful for him. Alex waited patiently for him to continue, giving him as much time as he needed. Tag grimaced before continuing. “My two sisters are both living off the system with about seven kids between the two of them. Two brothers are in prison, one is in a mental institution, and the remaining one says he wants a better life but doesn’t do anything to achieve it. I can only help them so much. When they come to me for money, I give it to them but, frankly, I don’t think you’ll be surprised to know that I’m not particularly close to any of them.”
“That’s really sad.”
Tag shrugged. “I’ve grown used to it. Do you understand now why I didn’t want to expose you to them? Maybe deep down I always knew that I loved you, but was too afraid to admit it.” He wiped away the trail her tears had made.
“Tag, that’s what love is all about -- sharing in each other’s lives, the good and bad.”
“I know that now. With you by my side, I can face anything.” He kissed her again, heart swelling so overwhelmingly with love it almost hurt.
Her soft lips beneath his were enough to make his cock stiffen once again. Alex must have felt it pressing against her, because she tossed her head back with a laugh. “Are you ready again so soon?”
“Will that be a problem?” he asked, placing a gentle kiss against her jawbone.
“Definitely not,” she murmured. “There is one thing, though.”
“What’s that?” He lifted his head to look into her eyes.
“This time, I want us to make love.”
Tag smiled. “I believe that can be arranged.” He drew back, taking Alex’s hand and guiding her down until they were both kneeling on his tuxedo jacket on the floor, facing each other.
Tag wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace, reveling in the scent of her tangy perfume while dropping kisses on top of her head. He never wanted to let her go. Her small hand glided up and down his back, rubbing and kneading his muscles. He released his grip on her waist only so he could push the straps of the red dress down her shoulders. Then he yanked the bodice down, revealing two perfect brown globes capped with large, dark, puckered nipples. His mouth watered at just the thought of tasting them, and his shaking hands cupped the generous mounds. “You have such a beautiful body. I was so damn jealous earlier, watching all of those men ogling you, wanting you.”
“But there was obviously no one for me but you,” she said teasingly.
“Damn right, just like you’re the only one for me.” He dipped his head and took one succulent peak into his mouth.
Alex groaned. “That feels wonderful, Tag.”
He laved and circled the taut tip with his tongue until her body visibly trembled. He wanted this to be slow and easy, but his cock ached so badly for some more of her sweet pussy that he didn’t know if he’d be able to last very long without sinking between her chocolate thighs again.
He loved the sound of her sighs and moans, aware that she was as turned on as he was. Tag transferred his attention to her other nipple, flicking it first, then taking it into his mouth. He squeezed and shaped the breast he’d just suckled with his free palm.
Alex groaned. “Tag, I need you inside of me, right now!”
He took his time lifting his head before meeting her eyes. “So soon? I thought you wanted to make slow, sweet love.”
“Maybe sweet, but right now, I can’t handle slow. I want your cock in this pussy. Now, now, now!”
He chuckled. “So eager and demanding. I think I like this new, bossy you.” Tag pushed Alex onto her back, then positioned himself over her, his arms supporting the bulk of his weight. His straining cock pressed against her moist folds. “Take me inside of you, Alex,” he commanded softly.
Tentative fingers reached between their bodies and encircled his cock. It took every ounce of his willpower to remain still. Alex lifted her hips and guided his shaft to her dripping wet cunt. She parted her labia with her fingers and gently pulled his cock forward until it rested at her entrance.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tag slid into her damp heat. He hissed with pleasure. She felt so good. It was like the first time for him all over again. Every time he made love to her it felt like the first time.
He buried himself inside of her until his balls rested against her rear end. The delicious fulfillment he felt from joining as one with the woman he loved was like no other experience. He looked down at her. So beautiful. Tag felt like the luckiest man in the world to find this priceless gem among women. The woman he’d risk life and limb for. The woman who had taught him the true meaning of love.
Tag lay on top of her and clutched her hands, their fingers interlocking as he moved within her. “I love you.” He didn’t think he could ever say it enough.
“I love you, too.” Her pussy clenched around his cock like a vacuum, sucking him deeper inside of her. His love for Alex further intensified the desire he felt for her. Tag lunged forward. She moaned, whispering words of adoration and lust, her head rolling back and forth. He couldn’t get enough of the sight or scent of her.
“Yes!” she screamed. “I’m coming!”
“Oh, God!” he cried as his seed exploded into her. When he finished pumping the last drop, Tag wrapped his arms around her pliant body. “I love you, Alexandra Harrison,” he said again, kissing her sweat-slickened forehead.
“And I love you. More than anyone or anything else, Taggert Webster.”
Just then, the elevator doors flew open, and standing outside was a handful of people, one of whom was wearing a gold ball gown, a satisfied smile on her face and flashing the thumbs up sign. A few of the shocked onlookers gawked at them with fascination.
Tag shielded Alex’s body with his own, more embarrassed for her than for himself. However, when he heard her giggle, he knew that everything would be okay. They could face any adventure as long as they were together.
Now he had to figure out who the hell had just snapped a picture.