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WARNING M CHAPTER

8. The Elevator. II

"What I want, darling, is you."

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The sound of her heartbeat was all she could hear. She became aware that Cal had her hard pressed into the cool metal wall behind her. Looking into his eyes, she saw the conviction she heard in his voice. She heard the truth that he rarely spoke. The mask that he wore had fallen and he let her see him,all of him.

Cal shifted slightly letting his lower body graze against her. He wanted her, there was no denying it, and now he wanted her to feel exactly how much he needed her. He heard her gasp in surprise before watching her lips quirk upwards.

Looking into his eyes, she could see the arousal that darkened his gaze, felt it as his body quickly reacted to her in a way no man had before. She felt a small smirk tug at her lips, satisfied she was able to arouse him into such a state.

Gillian knew that anger and passion walked the same fine line, and that it often hindered one's decision making skills. She knew that the smart, rational thing to do would be to push him away, stop it before they could go any further. But for once she wanted to shed her 'goodgirl' persona and live in the moment. Consequences, be damned! She was sick of being the good girl.

Letting a smirk grace her lips, she shifted her body purposefully against Cal and heard him moan in response. Pleased with herself, she looked down at his lips before meeting his heated gaze.

Cocking her head to the side, she licked her lips with intent. "Well what are you waiting for, Cal?" she purred in challenge.

Cal's lips claimed hers in an instant. He moved his free hand and traced a path down the side of her neck before gently holding her in place. Cal knew he was pushing her, he knew he wasn't being the gentleman he wanted to be. For her, he wanted to be everything that she deserved and more. He didn't want to treat her like one of his meaningless conquests. She was worth more than this, and had always meant more to him than any of the others.

He was about to pull back and give her room when she moaned into his mouth. In that moment all rational thought was lost as he let her invade his senses. He let his hand fall to the smooth curve of her hip and gripped her tightly, forcing her up on her tiptoes as he pushed her further in to the wall.

Gillian felt a familiar warmth spread over her and gasped at the delicious friction she felt as his body pressed into hers. Becoming impatient she tried to free her hands from Cal's strong grip, she need to feel him. She nipped at his bottom lip before running her tongue along it soothingly. She shifted her hips against him and felt him moan into her mouth before running her foot up the back of his calf.

Cal was unable to stop his hips from bucking forcefully into her as he felt her leg wrap around his calf. Releasing her hands, he quickly took hold of her leg and hitched it over his hip. He felt her wobble slightly as she tried to balance herself on one tall heel. Smirking against her lips he felt her hands fly up and grip his shoulders tightly as she wrapped both legs around his waist.

Ripping his mouth away from her lips, he instantly reattached them to the creamy skin of her throat.

Gillian threw her head back against the wall, ignoring the crack that reverberated throughout the elevator. She was almost positive that she would have an egg sized lump there in the morning, but she didn't care. Cal's hands gripping her hips possessively as he kissed his way down her throat, was the only thing she could currently comprehend.

"You ok, love?" Cal asked with a hint of concern in his voice. He had heard the sharp crack of her skull against the cool metal.

"Don't stop," she breathed hoarsely before firmly pressing her lips to his in another searing kiss.

Cal ginned; he wasn't going to be told twice. Moving his right hand away from her hip, he pushed at the hem of her skirt, bunching it high on her hips. He kept one hand on her hip as he had her pressed hardagainst the wall while he trailed his free hand up the inside of her thigh. Cal felt her muscles quiver beneath his touch as he drew closer to her core. His finger tips reached a swatch of lace and he smiled inwardly. He could feel the heat radiating from her as he trailed a delicate finger over her centre. He could tell she was becoming impatient as she wriggled against his hand trying to seek the contact that she craved.

Without hesitation, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties and into her waiting warmth.

"Oh God," she gasped closing her eyes as her mouth fell open.

"Gill, look at me, love," Cal demanded gently. He had never taken his eyes from her face; not wanting to miss a moment as her features ascended into higher states of pleasure. He waited until her eyes reopened and locked on his before he spoke again.

"Gorgeous," he whispered, and with a flick of his wrist, he added a second digit to accompany the first.

"Cal," she cried, before burying her face into the crook of his neck. She sank her teeth into his shoulder to drown out her cries of pleasure, gripping him tighter as he curled his fingers inside her with intent. Feeling herself spiral out of control, she moved her lips up his neck before nipping at his ear lobe.

"Cal," she whispered huskily. "I need you..." She stumbled as the heel of his palm pushed against her tiny bundle of nerves. She failed to suppress a moan, and ground down against his hand. Hearing him chuckle, she raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

"You were saying, love?" He grinned cockily.

"I need you now," she whispered breathlessly.

"You have me, darling. You always have," he told her gently.

Gillian felt tears begin to prick her eyes as she let his words wash over her. Reaching for his mouth, she placed a slow sensual kiss to his lips letting her actions speak for themselves. She pulled back and watched a myriad of emotions dance across his features before a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

Keeping her eyes trained on him, Gillian trailed her fingers down the front of his chest before dipping into the waist band of his pants. She had his pants unzipped in seconds and had manoeuvred her skilled hand through the opening, grasping his evident arousal.

"Cal, please," she whispered softly against his ear as she stroked firmly.

"I want you, inside me, now," she purred as she gazed down at him from behind her lashes.

"Aye, aye, darling," he growled before removing his hand from between her thighs, satisfied with the slight sigh he drew from her lips.

Reaching between them, he unclipped his belt and removed her hand from his length before he awkwardly pushed his pants down his hips. He palmed himself in quick succession before pulling her panties to the side. He aligned himself with her centre and let the tip of his erection push against her entrance teasingly.

"Cal," she whimpered, wriggling her hips invitingly.

"Yes, love," he grinned before slipping the tip of his cock inside her. He stilled for a moment before he slid further into her warmth.

Cal couldn't believe it, he was standing in the elevator with his partner, his best friend pinned against the wall as he was buried inside of her; it was too good to be true.

It had to be a dream, he mused momentarily.

He was ripped from his thoughts when he felt Gillian squeeze her muscles, sending a bolt of pleasure to his core.

"Fuck, Gill," he breathed.

Cal watched as a coy grin pulled at the corners of her lips.

"Oh really?" he smirked as he withdrew from her body, before slamming back into her with such a force that he pushed her further up the wall.

"Fuck," she gasped as her eyes closed. She clutched his shoulders tightly letting her nails dig into his tender flesh.

"You feel amazing, love," he told her as he nuzzled his nose against her neck, relishing how tight and warm she felt around him.

"Open your eyes, Gill," Cal whispered gently."Come on, darling. Open them for me," he cooed again.

She forced her lids open and met his gaze. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before she felt Cal shift his feet as his hands fell to her rear.

"That's it, darling. Look at me," he demanded softly as he began to move inside of her. His movements were controlled, and slow at first, almost cautious; afraid he would hurt her.

Setting up a steady rhythm, he heard her breathless moans and tiny whimpers which only spurred him on. His heated gaze never left her face and he watched as she fought to keep her eyes open.

Cal noted how her mouth had parted, how her teeth dug into the supple pink flesh of her lower lip. He watched with interest as he lifted her knee slightly higher, changing the angle at which he penetrated her. He heard the sharp intake of air, watched her brow crease in concentration.

"Please, Cal," she begged, her breathing becoming ragged

"Tell me what you want, Gillian," he replied softly as he continued his steady thrusts.

He watched the blush creep up her checks at the thought of telling him exactly what she wanted.

"Cal," she whimpered in frustration. She could feel what she wanted was just out of reach. She knew what he was doing, knew that he needed to hear it; needed confirmation.

"Tell me, love. Tell me what you want."

"Harder," she moaned. "Please, Cal."

Without a second thought he thrusted into her with renewed vigour. With each forceful thrust, he was rewarded with a throaty cry from Gillian as he hit her perfectly.

Several moments later they were panting hard.

He watched as her face contorted and felt her muscles ripple around him signalling she was tittering dangerously close to the edge. Moving one hand between them, he reached out and gently brushed his thumb across the sensitive bundle of nerves as he thrusted into deeply.

Gillian cried out as she felt her toes begin to tingle and with one final flick of his fingers, she tumbled over the edge as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. She clung to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, shaking her to the core. She felt him still momentarily as he held her trembling form. She didn't want him to stop, needed him to continue as she wanted him to seek his own release.

"Don't stop," she whispered as she rocked her hips in encouragement.

She felt him comply tentatively and bucked harder, letting him know exactly what she wanted him.

"Keep going," she begged.

Gillian felt him pound back into her oversensitive sex and quivered in his arms. In the back of her mind, she knew she was tittering on the border of pleasure and pain. She knew with unequivocal doubt she would be tender when tomorrow.

"Look at me, Cal," she demanded as she noticed his eyes had fallen shut. She waited for his eyes to meet hers.

He was close; she could see that.

"It's ok," she whispered gently, tightening her legs around his waist.

"Gill," he growled as sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Let go," she purred as she clenched her inner walls around him.

"Fuck." He groaned. He couldn't hold on any longer and with one final thrust, spilled into her.

He felt her tense as he shuddered against her, before the feeling of her hands on his checks brought him out of his daze.

She placed a lingering kiss to his lips as they both regained their composure. It wasn't until they heard the clearing of a voice over the speaker box, did they realise they were still in the hotel elevator.

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