Excerpt Monday – Getting Personal

December 21, 2009 on 12:01 am | In Elise, Uncategorized | 3 Comments

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Getting Personal is also available as a .pdf.

The cold made Ada long for summer. Pulling her coat tightly around her neck, she wished heartily she had never set out on this fool’s errand. She’d been up early this morning, sitting in a tiny conference room doing look-sees and culling head shots. Happy fucking holidays.

Thirteen hours of ogling hot men should have filled her with appropriately seasonal cheer, but it hadn’t. Instead, she was vaguely horny and had a vicious headache. She needed a quiet drink and a marathon session with her vibrator.

What she got, however, was lost and freezing her tukus off in the sleet.

A discreet sign caught her eye. Hoping for a martini and a phonebook, she ducked through the slightly open door. Instead of a restaurant, she found a gleaming monument to fitness.

Smoked glass windows lined with opaque film displayed artistic black and white shots of well-developed men and toned women. A juice bar hung with garland and fairy lights separated the reception area from the locker rooms on one side while the other sported meticulously maintained weight machines. Immediately in front of her, a wall cut the space and provided a backdrop for the reception desk, empty but for a tiny tree.

The door clicked shut. Her heels sounded loud on the polished wood floor, echoing off the high ceilings. The emptiness of the place weirded her out, but she couldn’t afford to be too cranky: warm and dry took precedence over slightly weird.

A movement caught her eye and Ada turned her head. Fighting to keep her jaw from dropping, she swayed on her stilettos, fighting for balance when her hormones suddenly kicked into overdrive. The slight horniness brought on by scouting models all day flared into full-blown lust.

He wasn’t so much handsome as simply masculine. Dark hair cropped close to his head emphasized the clean, angular lines of his face. A black fitness shirt clung to his hard shoulders and arms, skimming over the flat planes of his chest. His nylon shorts hung loosely, showing tanned, well-muscled legs. She had a nearly overwhelming urge to yank the shirt off him.

“May I help you?”

She certainly hoped so. “Please. I’m in town on business and got a bit turned around. With the weather, I’d rather catch a cab, but can’t seem to flag one down. Can I use your phone book?”

His eyes roamed over the charcoal gray trench and the dark hose, pausing for a beat on her shoes. She knew three inch black patent heels weren’t great for walking in sleet, but she also had a weakness for hot shoes, and these had a sexy little ankle strap that made her happy every time she put them on. And, honestly, she hadn’t expected to be walking in them this much.

He stepped around the desk to stand next to her. “Why don’t you take off the coat and dry out a bit. I can offer you tea.”

Ada smiled, tipping her head to look up at him. “I suppose coffee would be out of the question.”

He smiled back. His teeth seemed very white against his tanned skin. “No coffee. It’s not good for you.”

She shrugged out of the coat. “I know. I still like it.”

He draped her coat across the desk and his gaze lingered on the curves of her breasts under the tailored blouse. Her nipples tingled, tightening under the lace of her bra. He tracked her narrow waist and the slight swell of her hips. His smile didn’t budge when he raised his gaze back to her face. “You don’t seem to be dressed for the weather.”

“I didn’t intend to be out.”

“Lucky for me you changed your mind.”

That comment was too obvious to ignore. She either needed to cut him off or pick up the gauntlet he’d thrown. A quick nudge from her libido voted for a fast romp. He would give her a hell of a time. She craved exactly the kind of excitement he offered.

A slow, seductive smile stretched her lips. “It could be very lucky.”

Lust flared between them, staining his cheekbones dull red under the tan. “Follow me. We’ll go to my office.”

Her eyebrows rose. He didn’t waste any time. “Office?”

He turned. “Office.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but found herself distracted by his tight rear end. She followed him into the main area of the gym. Cardio equipment stood in neat lines facing a bank of plasma TVs. Along one wall, several doors stood open, dark except the one on the end.

“I doubt anyone will come in, but if they do, we should hear them.” He stopped, turning to look at her. “How did you get in?”

She shrugged. “The door was open.”

A frown pulled his straight, dark brows together. “I’ll have to check that,” he murmured, motioning for me to enter the office.

Unsure what to expect, she was surprised by the clean, uncluttered space and the big, ergonomic desk chair. A black leather couch and a single black leather chair provided additional seating.

He turned abruptly and she tottered on her heels at the sudden stop. Shooting out an arm to grab the door frame, she dropped her purse to the floor. She bent to pick up her bag without looking at him.

“Stop.”

She froze mid-motion at the low command, grateful her hand still braced her. Lifting her eyes, Ada wondered if she’d made a mistake.

“Leave it for now. I want you naked.”

She blinked. The sudden shift from flirty to intense had her more off balance than her precarious position. She pushed back to standing, leaving the purse on the floor. “The condoms are in my purse.”

“I have some in my desk.”

Did he, now? Well, better to be prepared, she supposed. After all, she carried condoms around in her purse.

She lifted her hands and began unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes stayed fixed to her chest as she pulled her blouse free of her skirt. After flicking open the cuffs, Ada slid the shirt off, hanging it on the door knob.

He made a noise of approval, evidently liking the look of her pink lace bra against her skin. Ada’s pussy clenched.

“Skirt next, please,” he rasped.

She slid her hands around to the back zip, the position forcing her breasts out toward him, straining the cups of her bra.

Her hardened nipples chafed under the lace, almost a caress. He licked his lips, and Ada bit back a little whimper.

The zipper slid down, the metallic hiss loud in her ears. Ada flattened her hands along her hips under the material and pushed the skirt off. She’d never felt sexier than at that moment. The heat in his eyes and the desire on his face made her confident. She wanted to give him more. She wanted him to give her more.

Ada unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor with the skirt. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, staring at her breasts like he’d never seen a woman before tonight. “Jesus. The panties. Leave the rest. The shoes make me crazy.”

She slid the pale pink satin over her hips. She stepped out of the circle of material, planting her feet a little apart and squaring her shoulders. If he wanted a show, then she wanted to give it to him.

One moment he was still, staring silently, and the next he erupted into motion, stripping his shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes. In seconds, he was completely naked, and her doubts evaporated in a rush of heat.

He was perfect: a mouthwatering example of what it was possible for a man to be. Not bulked up, but lean and hard. His thick, meaty cock arched out from his ridged abdomen, reaching toward her.

Without conscious thought, she took the single step that brought her to him. She gasped when he suddenly spun her around to face the doorway. The silent rows of cardio equipment seemed out of place as his hands cupped her breasts and his cock settled into the cleft of her buttocks. Hot moisture slicked her pussy and she shifted her legs to maintain her balance. His cock rubbed along her sensitive skin while his hands moved to tighten on her breasts. He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking down the line of her body. She shivered at the damp warmth of his breath against her skin.

“Christ, look at your tits.” He drew in a deep breath and pinched her nipples.

The pressure lanced through her, skating the edge of pain and drawing a mewling cry from Ada’s throat. She felt him smile against her skin.

“Spread your legs,” he directed gruffly, using one foot to nudge hers apart. He bent her forward over the arm of the couch. When he had her positioned, he straightened. “Don’t move, babe. Stay just like that.”

Her knees trembled and she felt a trickle of wetness along one thigh. She had a sudden mental image of herself from his point of view – still wearing her thigh-highs and fuck-me shoes, legs apart and bent over, her pussy open and wet for his enjoyment. She bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. She hadn’t realized she wanted this kind of exposure, but it felt too good to doubt herself.

The slide of a drawer opening broke her thoughts and the harsh ripping sound of the condom packet had her craning her neck around to see him. With deft competence, he rolled the condom down his flushed cock. For some reason, she found it strangely erotic – an act that on so many other men had been an awkward necessity he managed to turn into a promise of pleasure to come.

He looked up and caught her watching him. “Didn’t I say not to move?”

“Yes,” she breathed, dropping her head. His commanding tone had her wetter than she’d been in years. Maybe ever.

She felt the heat of his body, but she had no way of knowing what he was doing. She shifted her hips in an agony of anticipation. God, she loved being on display for him this way, but she wanted his cock. Wanted him to fill her up, to fuck her hard and fast, to push her into orgasm.

His hand pressed against her pussy, sliding through the wet folds until his fingers rested over her clit and his thumb just breached the entrance to her aching body.

Ada bucked, the slight penetration only whetting her appetite. She tried to circle her hips, to grind her clit into his fingers, but he moved his hand with her body, frustrating her efforts. It was just enough to keep the pressure up, but not enough to give her the relief she sought. She whimpered, desperate for release. Her arousal pulsed through her body, every nerve ending straining toward orgasm but not quite making it. She needed just a little more. It was maddening to be so close…so damned close…

“Please,” she moaned.

“Please what?”

“I need to come. Please.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes! Please, yes, just….”

He moved his thumb inside her, massaging sensitive nerves. Ada lost the ability to speak, the pleasure swamping her. It seemed crazy that he had her so wound up, so close to the edge, with nothing more than his words and one hand on her pussy. She was almost afraid to find out how much more he could give her, how much more she could take. Almost.

A tiny whine of protest escaped her throat when he slid his hand away. The cool air contrasted sharply with the warm protection his hand had offered her damp folds. Her pussy clenched against the slight draft, heightening her sense of exposure.

“Such a pretty pussy. You’re all wet and pink and open for me. I could look at you for hours like this, just leave you like this all day, fuck you when I want, look at your tight little ass, your gorgeous tits. I wouldn’t get much work done, but it’d be worth it for this pussy.” He patted the sensitive flesh he’d so recently abandoned.

She gasped, a rush of liquid heat flooding her. The air stilled, the heat increased behind her, telling her he was much closer. She didn’t know what made her hotter – his hand on her or the dirty scenario his words conjured.

“Like that idea, do you?”

Ada shifted her hands on the arm of the couch, her nails biting into the leather. If he didn’t fuck her soon–“God, please, just do it,” she begged.

“If you insist,” he rumbled. His hand settled again on her pussy, spreading her even more, opening her for his possession.

She sucked in a breath and a little shock of pleasure ran up her spine, spreading chills in its wake. The anticipation built until her muscles shook from the tension of waiting. Only then did he press the blunt head of his cock to the opening of her body. The slick, cool feel of the condom against her overheated flesh caused her to jump in surprise. Ada whimpered as he pushed forward.

His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. He backed out, pushed in again, running the crest of his cock over the sensitive portal.

Rocking back into him, she tried to assuage the emptiness between her thighs. He evaded her efforts with a twist of his pelvis. A tiny sound strangled in her throat when he backed out again. He knew just how to make her crazy with want. How could a complete stranger read her body so well?

Abruptly, he pulled out completely, rolling her over the arm of the sofa to sprawl with her hips just on the edge of the cushions and her body bent at an awkward angle. She didn’t care.

He knelt between her splayed legs, catching her gaze with his as his hands cupped her ass. His pupils dilated, eclipsing his irises to a thin dark brown rim. Arousal painted ruddy slashes on his cheekbones and dark hair stuck to his temples.

One long, hard push seated his cock in her pussy.

Ada gasped, stretching to accommodate him. Her back arched off the leather, easing the position of her body. The stinging fullness of his cock was a relief and a torment. She hungered for him, wanted this more than she’d wanted anything in a long time. The intensity of her want–her need–shocked her, but she couldn’t think. Her body’s demands overrode any semblance of rationality, desperate for the release he promised. He wasn’t moving, though, and she wanted the friction of his cock pumping into her body. Determined, she writhed against him.

He chuckled, a deep, almost dangerous sound that vibrated along her already stretched nerves. Moving one hand to the top of her mound, he pushed back the protective hood to expose her swollen clit.

“Oh, yeah,” he breathed. “You’re so stiff for me, babe. So gorgeous,” he praised, his voice rough. Using his hips to anchor her, he skimmed a finger lightly across the bared nub.

The slight touch went straight through her, raising her arousal to unbearable levels. Her head spun, her vision went foggy.

He dropped his head to her breast, capturing one hard nipple with his lips. Focused so intently on the pleasure between her thighs, the warm dampness of his mouth shocked her system. His teeth closed on her nipple, the serrations of his teeth scraping the tender flesh.

With a thin cry, she stiffened under him, struggling to push herself into orgasm. Overcome with frustration, she gripped a handful of his dark, silky hair and yanked. Anything to get him to move.

He bit her with enough force to skate the edge of real pain, pulling her nipple out from her body, a physical reprimand for her impatience. He followed with a quick laving before shifting to hold her hips in both hands. Grinding his hips into hers, his pubic bone slid across her clit, yanking her to heights of arousal she hadn’t known it was possible to achieve.

Ada bucked wildly under him, fighting him for control she knew she didn’t really want. It had been like this in her fantasies – controlled, sexually tormented by a man with the strength to master her without pain. And here, on a cold winter night in New York, pinned to the couch by a sexy stranger, she finally found what she sought. As much as she wanted orgasm, as much as she wanted him moving inside her, she also wanted this agony of anticipation to last. Her inner conflict blended with her arousal, twisting her muscles into knots while she fought her body’s demand for completion in an effort to draw out this pleasure.

Lifting his head, he teased her by flexing his cock inside her. “What do you want, baby?”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned, her hands skating over his sweat-slicked shoulders.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Hard. Oh, God. Hard and fast and deep. Fuck me hard.”

He pulled back, pausing with just his crown inside her.

She made an inarticulate sound in her throat, part anticipation, part pained need.

He slammed back home. Ada screamed, the force of his thrust reverberating through her body. Without pause, he pulled back, rammed in. Again and again, he reared and struck, fast, deep thrusts that seemed to pound into the very core of her being.

Her world faded, fined down to nothing but the fast rhythm of his body beating into hers. Nothing mattered except the feel of his hard cock dragging over the swollen, grasping flesh of her pussy, the slap of skin on skin as he drove them both towards climax.

With shattering precision, he hit internal pleasure points she hadn’t known existed, and she was helpless to do more than cling to his broad shoulders.

She broke with a high-pitched scream, her body spasming under his heavy thrusts, her pussy clenching around his heated length. Flung outside herself, she was only vaguely aware of his continued assault on her pussy, though the jarring impact of his body against hers sent streamers through her vision as the orgasm began to wane.

Finally, the convulsive shudders slowed, her consciousness began to return. Aftershocks rocked her while he drove relentlessly toward his own orgasm, his rhythm dissolving into a frenzy. Her hands slid down his corded arms and he rammed home one last time, grinding into her so deeply it seemed he tried to fuck through her and into the cushions beneath.

His straining muscles drew into a taut arch, joined to hers at a single point. He came with a hoarse cry, so hard she felt the pulses of his orgasm. His big, strong hands pulled her hips into his, wringing the last bit of ecstasy from his orgasm before his head fell forward, sweat running in lines from his temples.

Her breathing slowed and she shook her head slightly to clear it.

His hands came up to rest at her waist. Slowly, he bent forward until his lips hovered a fraction of an inch from hers.

Warm air soughed across her skin. Eyes wide, she held her breath when he lowered his mouth to hers. His hands slid over her belly to cup her breasts. Just as he cupped the weight of her in his palms, his lips brushed hers. The change in pace was devastating. Where before had been all fast, hot lust, this was a slow, sensual feast. His hands played lightly over the tips of her breasts, teasing. The softened peaks drew into tight buds.

He nipped lightly at her lower lip, asking rather than demanding. She parted her lips and his tongue slid in, licking playfully before moving on to leisurely stroke against her own tongue. A hum of pleasure vibrated her lips when he canted his head for a better angle. She loved this change, the soft, almost soothing sensuality of it.

Ada let her eyes drift shut. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she sank into the pleasure, allowing the deeper, slower pull to drag her under. The scrape of his fingernails, the rough glide of his fingers over her breasts, had her arching, seeking more of his touch. Her mouth flooded with his dark, vaguely peppermint taste. More than anything, though, she found herself floundering in an unexpected tenderness. His change of pace engaged her emotions in a way the hard-edged play had not. It seemed oddly intimate to kiss after their frenetic mating.

The sting of realization nearly brought tears to her eyes. She wanted a lot more from this stranger than fast, anonymous sex. The connection between them was intense, and she wanted to explore it. On the other hand, she didn’t want to ruin the best sex of her life because she had a sudden yearning for more. Ada didn’t want a lifetime commitment, but she’d definitely like to spend a few nights with him. See if there was anything beyond the white-hot chemistry between them.

Long moments later, he pulled back. He reached down to anchor the condom against his groin as he withdrew from her, sitting back on his heels. Gracefully, he pushed himself to his feet and walked the few steps to the garbage can. He leaned across his desk and pulled out a package of baby wipes.

Ada deftly caught the box he tossed her after grabbing one for himself. Suddenly self-conscious, she did a quick clean-up before snagging the pile of clothes on the floor next to the sofa. With shaking hands, she pulled on her panties and reached for her bra. Uncertain of herself, wanting to extend her contact with this man, but unsure how to approach it, she stared at the floor. She hadn’t had a nameless fuck like this in years. Most of her recent relationships had been more conventional – meet, date for a bit, move on.

She stood to fasten her skirt, glancing up to catch his eyes on her. Her hands stalled on the zipper, standing in a strange mirror image of her earlier pose – hands behind her, breasts thrust out. A self-deprecating smile tilted her lips as she finished zipping the skirt.

He stepped forward, handing her the shirt from the doorknob.

“Thanks.”

His hands settled on her belly, deftly sliding buttons through holes. Again, that odd sense of intimacy assailed her, followed by a trickle of renewed heat.

“My pleasure.” He straightened her collar and stepped back.

Ada bent to scoop up her purse. “So, about that phone call….”

He chuckled. “You’re still welcome to the phone.” He paused, an expression she couldn’t read chasing across his rugged face. Finally, he offered her a crooked smile.

The smile rocked her, tipping him from intense and magnetic into full-blown heart-stopper. This was a boyish, playful smile hinting at shared secrets and inside jokes. It was a smile she wanted to see over the breakfast table.

He extended a hand to her. “Hi. I’m Nick Glavos.”

Ada smiled. “Ada Lowenstein.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Ada. Are you in town on business?”

A fizzing sense of happiness bubbled up from her chest. “Yes. I’m the marketing VP for a fashion house. I’m here recruiting models.”

“I work with a lot of models. I’m part owner of the gym.”

She smiled wider. “Really? How lovely. Look, I’m on my way back to my hotel. I’m only in town for a week or so. Would you like to have a drink with me?”

Nick’s dark eyes lit with answering interest. “I’d love to have a drink with you. Let me call a cab for you.”

Happy holidays, indeed.

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