Bending Bethany - Aria Cole Page 0,3

hers again as I nodded at the doorman when we stepped in.

“Mr. Abbot,” the on-staff concierge greeted me politely.

“Hot stuff around here?” she breathed next to me as the elevator doors opened and I swept her in.

“Full of opinions, aren’t you?” My hands found her skin and were trailing up her thigh, the other capturing her neck as I held her still in a forceful kiss. My tongue plunged between her lips while her hands climbed up my shoulders and danced across my back.

I hoisted her in my arms, our lips never breaking contact as the elevator rose up each floor. Backing her against the wall, I rubbed my rock-hard cock against the crevice of her thighs, hearing the soft moans and mewls that escaped her throat like a reverent prayer.

“Christ, I want these off you.” I gripped the edge of her panties and pulled, hearing the elastic stretch and give. I yanked again until I heard the fabric rip, shoving the scrap of fabric in my pocket while her body shuddered with pleasure as all the nerves of her body came alive under my touch.

Ding.

The elevator came to a slow halt and the doors slid open. A gentleman cleared his throat behind us, reminding me instantly that we were not alone.

I slid Bethany down my hips, her tiny little feet landing on the floor in her too-high heels. “Sorry,” I mumbled when we passed the elderly gentleman I knew to be my neighbor down the hall.

“I'm not sorry in the slightest,” I whispered to her when he was out of earshot.

“You’re a deviant,” she giggled, her hand still locked in mine as we walked down the hall to my door.

“Only with you apparently,” I commented, not at all kidding. I flashed the electronic key in front of the scanner and stepped inside my apartment.

Without even turning on the light, my hands went to her body like I was a man starved.

She turned in my arms, her pants wracking her small curvy frame. She was all but crawling up me to attach her lips to mine again.

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” I mumbled between decadent kisses, my hands gripping her lush skin.

“Take me,” she insisted, her sweet little hips jerking against my own.

“Bethany,” I called, my hands caressing the skin at her neckline, trying to slow her down. I knew how much alcohol was in her system, and I didn’t want her to regret this in the morning, regret us.

“No, right now. I want you. I don’t want to think about anything else but you inside me.”

Her words nearly undid me, so shocking coming from her otherwise calm, collected personality. I could see that beneath all the make-up and curls and sequins, she was out of her element. Spontaneity was not something that came naturally for her.

“I want you to be sure,” I mumbled against her lips, backing against the wall to hold the weight of both of us.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” Her words urged me on as I smoothed her ass cheeks beneath the glittery dress.

“Jesus, woman,” I groaned.

“I’m taking you now, and then again, and then maybe again after that.”

“Yes, I’m yours, Jenson.” She gasped my name, and like a flame to alcohol, my passion exploded, my hands fisting at the fabric of her dress as I pulled it above her shoulders.

Her hair cascaded around her shoulders in wild disarray, and I thrust my hands into it instantly, tangling, and twisting in the soft chocolate locks as I kissed her silly.

Staggering on passion-fueled steps, I carried her across the room to land on my leather couch, the cool hide making her yelp and arch off the couch and closer into my arms. I took the opportunity to lick at the swell of one of her breasts, flesh pushed up over the white lace of her bra.

Her hands locked around my head as my teeth caught the fabric, and I pulled, her breast and the sweet engorged nipple released into the cool air of my apartment.

“That’s it. You’re so sexy when you’re turned on,” I whispered and plucked at the nipple with my teeth before rolling it around on my tongue.

She moaned and bucked, her hand grasping at her breast through the bra as I tasted the other. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“No, I-I dunno,” she murmured incoherently, lust hazing her brain.

“How about I tell you what I want?” I pulled a bra strap down one shoulder and traced the tan line