5
HOLLY
The warm body beside me moves and I wake to a ringing phone. A paneled ceiling and dim lighting remind me instantly where I am. I hear Danny’s low voice as he picks up the phone. I listen to the one-sided conversation because it’s preferable to thinking about what I’ve done with him and wondering how on earth I’m ever going to go back to my old life after such a…climatic day.
“She thinks they’ll be another hour,” he says as he hangs up the phone. His face looms from on high as he looks down, a smile warming his sexy face. My gaze drifts up his legs—they’re very long from this vantage point. He’s tucked himself away at some stage but the button above his zipper had been left temptingly open.
“Hey sleepy head.” My heart does a funny little jiggle at his smile and the very familiar way his gaze runs over my body.
An hour. One more hour of being Elevator Holly. It stretches in front of me with possibilities but perversely doesn’t seem long enough.
“Are you hungry?”
I’m pretty sure he’s actually talking about food this time. So the answer would be no. Not hungry. For food, anyway. I’m hungry for more of him. For more of us. Even the thought of him and me being an us is preposterous. I don’t have time for an us. Being an us with anyone is not part of my short-term plan. But I’m lying here naked in front of him—in front of Danny the building manager—and nothing else matters but touching him. Him touching me.
I’m scarily obsessed.
“A little, sure.” I lie because the last thing he wants is to hear that crazy kind of talk from me. He’s made the best of a crappy situation here, of which I am the grateful recipient. The last thing he needs is for accommodating elevator chick going all bunny boiler on him. “But I can wait an hour.”
“Not me.” He grins. “I’ve worked up a real appetite. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Bob has a little something in his bag.”
He shuffles off to the bag, which was discarded in the corner when the elevator first shuddered to a halt. In all the…activity, I’d forgotten about its existence. I watch as he sits his ass down next to it and hauls it into his lap. The muscles in his arms move nicely under the ink of his skin. He really is a pleasure to watch.
“It’s like the fucking Tardis in here.” His head is practically in the bag as he hunts around, the shaggy fall of his hair obscuring his face from me. It doesn’t matter, those cheekbones and the deep groves of his dimples are burned into my retinas. I’ll never forget his face, not as long as I live.
“There’s everything in here, bar the kitchen sink,” he mutters as he starts to pull things out. “There has to be food.”
I’ll never forget making him come either. His cock—the way he casually uses that term melts me on the inside—is beautiful. It’s hard to be impressed by genitals when I see so many of them in my day-to-day job—in all their variations. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
I’ve become desensitized to them. For me they’re functional. Anatomical. And frankly unattractively.
But Danny’s…I shiver thinking about it. It’s beautiful. Long and thick in my hand, the petal-soft skin stretched tight over a shaft of forged steel, the veins a work of art. It had taken all my willpower not to bend and wrap my lips around it.
My mouth waters and my nipples tighten just thinking about how he might taste. About whether I could take him all the way to the back of my throat. About what technique he prefers when a woman goes down on him.
My gut burns at the thought there will be more women after today. After me. I hate all of them and suddenly want to keep him trapped in here with me.
Bunny boiler alert!
“Doc.” His voice is a low rumble and my pulse spikes. “Stop looking at me like that.” He glances up. His hot gaze sweeps over me like the beam of a flashlight. It treks back to linger on my aroused nipples.
The sudden tension in his frame, like he might pounce on me any second, stirs my belly and it quivers at the flare of heat in his eyes. My breath is thick in my throat and I don’t know enough about guys like Danny to play games, but Elevator Holly is keen to push some boundaries.
Or jealous enough to, anyway.
“Like what?” I ask, breathy and high.
“Like you’re trying to figure out how I like my cock sucked.”
His words slice straight to the slickness between my legs and heat floods my face. The man may not have x-ray vision but he can obviously read minds. He grins, knowing he’s hit the nail on the head.
“It’s very distracting,” he says as he returns to his search while my heart rate rattles away. “And I need some sustenance before we go again.” Muscles deep inside clench at the thought there’s more to come and a host of possibilities flood my mind but suddenly he pulls something from the bag with an, “Aha!”
“What is it?”
“It’s a Hershey’s bar. It looks older than God but who ever heard of chocolate going bad, right?” I laugh as he rips the packet open. He’s obviously never been in an ER.
He snaps the bar in two. “For you.”
The thought of old chocolate doesn’t appeal. Not when I have three packets of brand new Hershey’s almond kisses in the apartment and besides, I’d rather watch him eat. “I couldn’t possibly deprive you of the sustenance.”
He grins. “We still have an hour. You’re going to need it as much as me.” My clitoris pulses at the promise in his voice, but I shake my head as he waggles it at me. He shrugs and eats the half he offered me in three bites.
He takes his time with the second half. His head rests back against the wall as he slowly savors each square, his gaze savoring my body at the same time. It drifts up and down me and lingers in all the good places. It throbs between my thighs and my nipples tingle and elongate beneath his rapt attention.
Suddenly self-conscious, I look around for my shirt. It’s near his thigh. I could probably just reach over and pluck it up but my bones are dissolving. “Throw me my shirt.”
“Nope.” He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his mouth. “I like looking at you naked.”
My breath hitches at his frankness, but I am acutely aware of my nudity now, and I draw the leg closest to him into a bend in an attempt to lessen my exposure. The slick, swollen flesh between my legs quivers deliciously at the action.
“Don’t.” His voice is soft but steely and my thigh trembles. “I like looking at your pussy best of all.”
My thigh trembles some more at his choice of words and how he says that word in particular. It shouldn’t turn me on but it does and I blush. God…part of me wants to pull the duvet over me. Part of me wants to spread my legs so he can look his fill.
Who am I?
The thought makes me jittery and confusion makes me disagreeable. “You think I should just lay here buck naked and let you inspect every inch of me while you’re in a pair of jeans.”
He grins in such a knowing way. “Uh huh.” And he slips the last square of chocolate into his mouth.
I hate that he’s right, but in a few short hours he’s made a total wanton of me. My leg, also going the full wanton, slowly slides to the ground again and his gaze immediately homes in on my…pussy.
His nostrils flare as he lifts his head from the wall to look closer. “Pretty,” he murmurs.
My breathing is so rough it feels like sand in the back of my throat. “The least you can do is even up the playing field.”
His gaze returns to my face as he shakes his head. “No way, Doc. I want to be inside you too fucking much to take my jeans off without a condom in sight.”
I am both crushingly disappointed and incredibly empowered by his admission of barely-restrained desire. The thought undulates through my belly, and I arch a little and squirm to relieve the sudden contraction. A low kind of whimper slips from my lips, and he sucks in a breath.
“You want it too, don’t you?”
I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I nod my head, surprisingly not embarrassed to admit my need is as desperate as his.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I exhale a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“You want to feel my cock sliding into you?” His voice is as husky as mine.
God, yes. I want him filling me up. “Yes.” I press my thighs together tight as his words stroke like fingers against my clitoris.
“Fuck.” Danny groans as his head thunks back against the wall. He regards me with half-closed lids as if he’s trying to figure out how he can make it work. He glances down into Bob’s tool bag. “There’s not a condom in there. Trust me, I looked. Although there are plenty of dick substitutes. Who needs sex shops when you have a tool bag?”
My breath catches at the thought of Danny pulling out some kind of phallic tool and using it on me. My eyes widen at such a shocking thought, and I press my thighs together harder as I scrub it from my mind.
But Danny has already heard that catch. How could he not? It’s silent in the elevator apart from the odd creak and our heavy breathing. His gaze zeroes in on mine like a heat-seeking missile, suddenly intense.
Did it get stuffier in here all of a sudden or has my breathing become so syrupy it’s clogging my airways?
He raises his eyebrow slightly. “Ahhh…”
He drops his gaze to the pile of items he pulled from Bob’s bag earlier. His fingers search through it and I follow the action. “There is this.”
My heart trips in my chest as Danny holds up a screwdriver, still in its packaging. It has a large, black, bulbous handle, decorated with long grooves—for better grip, I suppose. It’s not as big or thick as what Danny’s packing in those jeans, but…
The sound of plastic tearing streaks through my abdomen like a bolt of lightning and my eyes are drawn to the tool Danny is holding in his hands. He grips it around the shiny, metallic shaft but it’s the handle that has his attention.
And mine.
“Ridged for her pleasure.” He smiles as he lets it fall into the palm of his opposite hand. I can tell from the dull thud it has some weight to it and things get a little wetter between my legs.
“So, Doc.” His gaze returns to mine. “Can you handle a screwdriver?
My words from earlier—dear god, was it only a few hours ago?—come back to haunt me. “I—” Whatever I’m about to say gets stuck in my throat. I’m torn between rejection of such an act and utter fascination.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on in the dildo department.” Thud. “Think of it as a try-before-you-buy experience.” Thud. “I promise to be gentle.” He mimics my words again as the thudding of the handle mimics my heartbeat.
How can I be so appalled and yet so freaking turned on by what Danny’s proposing? I’ve never done anything so outrageous. I work in an ER. How many cases of sexual misadventure have I doctored to? But not even the prospect of ending up in my own emergency department with a screwdriver stuck in my pussy is enough to stem my fascination.
“Come on, Holly. Live a little. Say yes.”
My name on his lips shivers down my spine and it sounds so damn good, I’d grant him just about anything in this moment.
I blink. “Yes.”
He smiles, big and slow, and I’m surprised the entire elevator isn’t vibrating to the pound of my heart as he pushes the tool bag off his lap and once again prowls towards me, panther-like. He stops as he draws close, unfurling himself from all fours to settle on his side next to me.
His body presses along the length of mine as he props his head up with one hand and holds the screwdriver in the other, his gaze fanning over my face. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers and even though I’ve never felt beautiful, the way he’s looking at me right now, I feel it.
He makes me feel it.
“Do you trust me?”
Is it strange to admit I do? A guy with tats and nose rings I barely knew a few hours ago is holding a rather large screwdriver with the express intent of using it on my body. In my body. As a sex aid. For sexual pleasure. And not just mine, I suspect…
It’s bizarre, but I do trust him. I would never have let him do what he’s already done if I didn’t. “Yes.”
He nods like it’s a given, but his gaze locks on mine and it’s warm and blue and sincere and I feel immersed in trust. Slowly, he lowers the handle of the screwdriver to my chest. I gasp as it lands, soft but solid against my sternum. My breathing cuts out, my nipples peak. My heart kicks so hard, I’m amazed the tool isn’t bouncing to the frantic rhythm.
“Breathe, Doc,” Danny whispers as he lowers his head and nuzzles just under my ear.
I suck in a ragged breath, both at the prickle of his beard and the roll of the handle as it heads to one erect nipple, flattening back and forth over the top several times. I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, arch my back. He reverses the process, the handle moving to the other nipple. The erotic press combines with the buzz of anticipation, and I whimper out loud.
“Easy, Doc,” he murmurs, his breath hot in my ear, his voice a low rumble. Goose bumps prickle my scalp and down my neck.
He lifts his head as the handle moves south. I watch its progress as it bisects my abdomen. He watches too, the rasp in his breathing a hot flurry against my skin. He runs the blunt end around my belly button, and I squirm as my rectus abdominis contract before the screwdriver is dragged lower.
Everything clenches tight in my pelvis as it continues its slide. My hands grip the duvet and cling tight. I hear the faint rustle as it slides through the light sprinkling of hair covering my mons before the blunt weight finds the slick groove between my lips and nestles there right over my clitoris.
Danny presses it a little harder against me and I moan, squeezing everything tight inside me. I’m so turned on, so close to the edge now, I’m petrified it’ll all be over before the main act.
He turns his head and our eyes meet. His lips are parted, his pupils dilated. “Spread ’em, Doc.”
I’m so caught up in the anticipation and sensations, I haven’t even realized my thighs are still squeezed together. I swallow hard and ease my trembling, jellified legs apart. I’m so slippery now the screwdriver slides down of its own accord, naturally notching itself at my entrance.
“Jesus, Holly.” The way he breathes my name like that, like a benediction, kicks my arousal up another level. “You’re so fucking wet.” His nostrils flare and I pant, conscious of the blunt press of the handle between my legs. “You ready?”
I nod at his hoarse enquiry. He could be about to push in the pointy end and I’d be ready.
He watches me intently. “So with a dildo, you can just push it in—” I moan as he does just that, my eyes going wide as the handle breaches my opening and Danny advances it slowly, slowly, all the way inside me.
“God, Holly.” He groans and presses a row of kisses down my neck. “You should see your face.” He pulls away to watch me some more as he continues my lesson. “And you can pull it out again.” He pulls it out and I gasp and grip the sheets harder. “Then back in again.” It goes in a little quicker this time and I swear I feel the first low pulse tighten around the hardness of the handle.
“In and out,” he says as he performs the action, his voice so rough and low I almost come from that alone. “In and out. Like the real thing. Or—”
He pushes the handle right up and I moan as my internal muscles respond in the most primal way, gripping it hard. He removes his hand from the shaft, slides it up my body, his tats undulating with the movement. He reaches my hand then brings them both down together, guiding our fingers to the swollen slickness between my legs, until we’re both touching the hard knot of nerves. I’m so sensitive there I cry out as he presses my finger against it.
“You leave it in,” he whispers, his mouth closing in on mine, his blue eyes so hypnotic, “fantasize that it’s my cock inside you because I know it’s always going to be my cock you fantasize about now, isn’t it, Holly?”
“Yes.” I gasp as my clitoris starts to pulse. Danny has ruined me for all other men.
“Good,” he mutters. “And then you touch yourself over and over, just like you did before, until you come.”
Over and over? Dear God, it wasn’t going to be that long. I’m already starting to come apart, my core pulling tighter, soaking me in pleasure from the inside out and when he kisses me I lick into his mouth, tasting chocolate, and he groans and I’m gone as our fingers tag-team over my clitoris this time, much more intense than when it was just me. There’s something about Danny’s fingers that are perfect for the job. Rough to my smooth, thick to my slender, decorative to my plain. Finessed to my fumbling.
And so damn knowing, like how they suddenly slide down from my clitoris to the shaft of the screwdriver. He pulls it out and I pant in surprise against his lips, then I moan and kiss him deep as he pushes it in again, kissing him deeper and deeper as he drills me with it, slowly at first then faster. Harder.
Over and over the grooves of the shaft hit just the right spot on the inside as my fingers work from the outside until my body flares in one bright, blinding flash. I gasp at the sudden violent clench of my walls around the unyielding hardness of the handle wedged high and tight inside me. Pleasure bursts like popping candy from deep inside my pelvis and I cry out, my hand slipping from my clitoris as my body shudders through a pleasure so violent I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
“Jesus, Doc, you’re hot when you come,” Danny whispers in my ear as he hammers me with the screwdriver. “I can’t decide what I want more right now. To fuck you or to eat you.”
His words push me higher and I hold on for as long as I can, clinging to Danny and the pleasure until it starts to tail away and I’m left panting and limp in its wake.
When I’m finally still, he slowly withdraws the makeshift dildo. I shiver as it slides from the clutch of my body and he gathers me close. He kisses my forehead and we just lie there in the aftermath. I have about a minute’s grace before I hear clanging and banging and voices.
“That’ll be the cavalry,” he announces.
And in an instant everything changes.
Twenty minutes later we’ve walked up four flights of stairs to Danny’s floor. We haven’t spoken on the way up, and I don’t know what to say now as I try not to be the person I was before getting in the elevator and having my world rocked.
I guess I knew there’d be a reckoning, but I didn’t count on it being this brutal. What the hell had I been thinking?
“Why don’t you come back to my place?” He glances down the corridor in the direction of his apartment. “The blizzard’s still raging out there.”
It’s a tantalizing idea and I allow myself the luxury of it for a beat or two before I pull myself back from the edge. “I need to sleep. I have to study later.”
He shrugs. “You can study at my place.”
I almost laugh out loud at that. If I go to his place, we’re both going to be naked in seconds. I’m pretty sure my clothes are just going to fall off every time I see him from now on.
Best to just not see him.
What happened in the elevator was amazing, but I can’t afford the luxury of long days and nights in bed with Danny. I don’t have enough spare time for me, let alone him.
“Look…it was nice, but…”
He winces. “Nice?”
I think about the screwdriver. Yeah, okay. It was a lot of things—nice wasn’t one of them. “I’m sorry, I just don’t have time in my life for—”
“Dalliances.”
I half-smile. “Right.”
“We’ll see.” He smiles that irritatingly cocky smile, and I remember why I’ve kept my distance all this time.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I think you’re going to miss me.”
Okay, so we’re back to words of one syllable again. “You’re not part of my plan, Danny.”
“And that’s what? Become an ER hotshot, marry a surgeon, live in the burbs in a fancy house, two point four kids. No screwing building supers.”
God. He makes it sound so…dull. “At the moment I’ll settle for passing my residency.”
He smiles and he’s that laidback guy again. “Fair enough. Go to bed. I’ll fix your heating.”
“Thank you. Be careful on the stairs,” I add because I don’t want him breaking his neck.
“I will. And you know where I am if you need more of what I can give you.”
I grit my teeth at his arrogance at the same time my toes curl in my Uggs. “I won’t.”
He just raises an eyebrow and turns away, completely unperturbed by my denial. His ass draws my gaze because I’m female with a pulse. Heat floods my face as I spy the screwdriver shoved in his back pocket. It’s morbidly fascinating and I can’t unglue my gaze from it.
He looks over his shoulder at me and grins, his dimples flashing. Like he knows I was going to be staring after him. Like he knows I’ll be knocking on his door for more of what he can give me.
I harden my resolve not to. And throw up a little prayer for strength. No screwing building supers, Holly. Get a grip.