Page 88 of Pucking Sweet

“You feel so fucking good.” He sucks on my breast over the lace cup of my bra. My nipple is peaked and aching. “God, I feel all of you. Poppy—”

I cling to him, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, holding him to my breast. My other hand holds a death grip on the handrail behind his head as I grind down on his hard cock, trying to take more of him inside me.

All of him. I want all of him. Nothing else will do.

“It’s not enough,” I pant, dancing at the edge of delirious. “Col, I need more. Is that crazy? I’m so full, but please,please, give me more. I can take it. I know I can.Please—”

He groans again, his hands tightening on my thighs as he changes the angle of his hips and arches back. At the same time, he thrusts up, impaling me on his cock until I feel myself seated fully. I cry out, throwing my head back as he fucks me from below. I’m just along for this ride, my whole body swept up in the storm of his passion as he buries himself in me again and again.

“Fuck,” he shouts, his hands digging into my hips so hard they’ll leave bruises. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too.” Melting against him, I press my lips to his in a searing kiss and let the super nova consume us both. My pussy clamps down on him like a vise. His body shudders as he thrusts again, his arms wrapping protectively around me as we both release.

I don’t even know how much time passes before he’s saying my name. Brushing my hair back. “Poppy…”

“Hmm?” I lift my head off his shoulder and blink my eyes open. Everything looks so bright. I wince.

“Poppy, get up.” His voice is urgent. He’s shifting me away. In myfog, I cling to him, not wanting a repeat of that empty feeling I got when Lukas left me against the ice machine. “Pop, the lights just came on.”

The elevator buzzes. Somewhere in the shaft above us, there’s a loud, alarm-like beep.

My happy pink orgasm bubble bursts as I glance around. I’m naked in the middle of this broken elevator, straddling a hockey player’s lap with his cock buried inside me. “Oh god—”

“Poppy, you gotta get up. The doors could open any second.”

“Help me!”

He shifts me off his lap, and I rise shakily to my feet. I snatch up my dress while Colton tucks himself away and shrugs back into his T-shirt. We both jump as a deep voice fills the elevator car. “Hey, this is Fire Chief Dale Finnick. Do we have some people stuck in this elevator?”

With an anxious look at me, Colton steps over to the control panel and presses the red phone button. “Uhh, yeah. Hey, Chief. Colton Morrow here. I’m with our PR director, Poppy St. James.”

There’s a moment’s delay where the only sound is the mechanical whirring and that alarm buzz. I shimmy back into my lilac sheath dress, getting it up over my hips.

“You both alright?” calls the fire chief.

Colton smirks at me, his eye roving my half-nakedness. “Yeah, we’re great. Little panicked at first, but now I’d say we’re fan-freaking-tastic. Can you get us outta here?”

I roll my eyes, tugging my dress up onto my shoulders as I search the floor for my shoe. I had two when I walked in here…

“Sorry ’bout that, folks,” comes the fire chief’s deep voice. “We’re resetting the system now. We’ll have you out in a jiff.”

Oh god, they’re about to get us out? A crowd of firefighters is going to watch me do a walk of shame out of this freaking elevator. “My shoe!”

Colton drops to one knee and grabs my discarded shoe. I wobble on one foot as he wraps a gentle hand around my ankle, helping me slip the pink patent leather pump back on my foot.

“Oh—my panties!”

“Got ’em.” He swipes my pink panties and my little silk neckerchief off the floor, along with his phone, tucking them allin his pockets.

I gasp as the elevator starts to move. “We’re going down instead of up. Colton, if that lobby is full of people, I swear to god—”

“Turn around,” he urges.

I spin to face the back wall, my fingers fumbling to fix my hair as Colton zips up the back of my dress. Using his much larger body, he blocks me from view. The doors open just as I’m tucking the loose tendrils of hair behind my ear.

“Hey, there,” comes the fire chief’s deep voice. “How we doing, folks? Everyone have fun in there?”

“Oh, yeah,” says Colton, still blocking me with his body. “We had a great time.”