New York Nights
Page 96
Ugh...
I put my phone away, not wanting to engage in that part of my old life. Even though I’d never received a single positive comment from whoever that person was, I regarded him as a distant friend. A distant friend who took pleasure in treating me like shit, but at least he read everything I once wrote.
The elevator doors ahead suddenly opened and a group of residents walked off all at once. I waited for the last person to step off, until I realized he wasn’t getting off at all.
He was staring at me, looking at me exactly how he’d looked at me that night, beckoning me with his gaze.
I felt every nerve in my body instantly come to life, but I didn’t let it show.
“Are you getting on?” Jake asked, his voice low.
“After you get off, yes.”
“I’m not getting off.” He held the doors open, waiting for him to join him, but I didn’t.
“No, thank you,” I said. “Wrong elevator bank.” I quickly turned away and pushed my cart toward the western elevator bank. I felt him following me, but I didn’t look back.
I hit the up button and kept my gaze forward. When the elevator doors opened, I pulled my cart inside and he stepped right next to me. I pretended to glance at my clipboard and hit five, the floor for the mailroom.
Jake didn’t hit eighty, and the doors closed.
It took everything in me not to look toward him, to keep my face forward the entire ride up, especially since I could feel him staring at me. Especially since I could feel that undeniable, palpable energy between us.
The doors glided open on five and I got off with my cart, telling him, “Have a good day,” but he didn’t stay. He stepped off and followed me down the hallway and into the mailroom.
I picked up a stack of magazines, tossing them into their appropriate bins—feeling Jake on my heels.
“What are you doing?” I finally turned around to face him. “Do I know you?”
His smirk slid into a full blown smile. “Yes, I believe we’ve met pretty recently.”
“I’m not sure sure about that.” I stuttered. “If we did, it must not have been a memorable encounter because I can’t seem to recall it.”
“Would you like a reminder?” He lowered his voice and his gaze veered to my lips. “I’m in a particularly giving mood today.”
“No,” I said, inhaling the scent of his cologne as he stepped closer. “There’ll be no need for a reminder.”
“What about the need for a repeat?” He closed the gap between us. “Surely that answer would be different.”
“Actually, it wouldn’t be...”
“And why is that?”
“It just wouldn’t be.” I immediately walked away from him, to the side of the room that held the individual mailboxes. I started checking off the boxes that had “package arrived” stickers and I felt him step behind me, felt him gently tugging my hair and mimicking the rough rhythm of when he’d tugged it that night.
“Turn around,” he whispered, and I spun around without any hesitation.
He stared at me with those smoldering blue eyes and pressed a hand against my cheek. “Did you get my present?”
“That wasn’t a present.”
“Me not pressing charges was the present. The box was a reminder of how generous I’m being about not reporting you.”
“Well, thank you for returning all of the things that originally belonged to me...Although, now that I think about it, you didn’t return my panties.”
“I’m keeping those.”
“As a souvenir?”
“As a reward. What time do you get off today?”
“I’m sorry, sir.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not allowed to give out my employee information, and since I get paid by the hour, I really need to get to work.”
“Then whose room are you stealing today?”
“No one’s. I’m a changed employee.”
“I highly doubt that.” He smiled, ignoring my poor attempt to blow him off. His lips brushed against mine and slowly leaned forward, using his hips to pin me against the mailboxes.
He trailed his finger against my lips. “You haven’t thought about me fucking you?”
“No.”
He stared right into my eyes. “Tell me you haven’t gone to sleep dreaming of me filling your pussy with my cock for hours and I’ll leave you alone right now.”
I swallowed, unable to say a word.
“I thought so.” He leaned forward to press his lips against mine—to render me helpless all over again, but I turned my head and moved out of his grasp.
“Today is one of my last days working here, so regardless of the fact that I may have thought about having sex with you again, I would like to spend my final hours without seeing you. And since the resident in 80A cancelled his services, I’m pretty sure that’s possible.”
“It’s not.” He stepped in front of me again, calling my bluff. “Where are the cameras in this room?”
“What?”
He looked like he was seconds away from fucking me on the spot. “Where are the cameras in this room?”
I stood still, completely blank, trying to avoid the fact that my panties were wet and my nipples were tender—begging to be sucked between his lips again.
“Gillian...” He glared at me. “Where are the cameras?”
I tilted my head to the side. “Top corner and above the door.”
“None on the right side?”
I shook my head and he grabbed my hand, pulling me past the mailboxes and into the corner.
My back slammed against the wall and he yanked the elastic band from my ponytail, forcing my hair to fall to my shoulders. Our mouths met in a frenzy—lips wet and fighting for control.
As he bit my bottom lip, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his belt, silently commanding me to unbuckle it. His hands quickly unfastened my khakis and he let me go for a few seconds, long enough for him to whisper, “Step out of your pants.”
I managed to get one pants leg off and watch him roll a condom over his cock before his lips crashed against mine again.
Shutting my eyes, I surrendered all control to him—letting his mouth tame mine.
He grabbed my right leg and lifted it around his waist, biting the skin of my neck. His cock was right at my entrance when the sound of the metal doors opening filled the room.
“Jake...” I tried to put my leg down, but he held it taut.
“What?”
“Someone’s about to come in here.”
“And?”
“They might see us.”
“Good.” He pushed into me with one deep stroke, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Ahhh...” I whimpered, clawing at the skin of his neck. “Fuck.”
Ignoring my moans, he squeezed my ass and lifted my other leg around his waist—gripping my thighs to move me up and down his cock.
“As you can see...” A female voice suddenly filled the space with the sound of shoes against marble not too far behind. “If you choose to stay here, you’d have access to countless amenities.”
I bit Jake’s shoulder, trying to make him aware, but he kept thrusting into me, squeezing my ass even harder.
I put my phone away, not wanting to engage in that part of my old life. Even though I’d never received a single positive comment from whoever that person was, I regarded him as a distant friend. A distant friend who took pleasure in treating me like shit, but at least he read everything I once wrote.
The elevator doors ahead suddenly opened and a group of residents walked off all at once. I waited for the last person to step off, until I realized he wasn’t getting off at all.
He was staring at me, looking at me exactly how he’d looked at me that night, beckoning me with his gaze.
I felt every nerve in my body instantly come to life, but I didn’t let it show.
“Are you getting on?” Jake asked, his voice low.
“After you get off, yes.”
“I’m not getting off.” He held the doors open, waiting for him to join him, but I didn’t.
“No, thank you,” I said. “Wrong elevator bank.” I quickly turned away and pushed my cart toward the western elevator bank. I felt him following me, but I didn’t look back.
I hit the up button and kept my gaze forward. When the elevator doors opened, I pulled my cart inside and he stepped right next to me. I pretended to glance at my clipboard and hit five, the floor for the mailroom.
Jake didn’t hit eighty, and the doors closed.
It took everything in me not to look toward him, to keep my face forward the entire ride up, especially since I could feel him staring at me. Especially since I could feel that undeniable, palpable energy between us.
The doors glided open on five and I got off with my cart, telling him, “Have a good day,” but he didn’t stay. He stepped off and followed me down the hallway and into the mailroom.
I picked up a stack of magazines, tossing them into their appropriate bins—feeling Jake on my heels.
“What are you doing?” I finally turned around to face him. “Do I know you?”
His smirk slid into a full blown smile. “Yes, I believe we’ve met pretty recently.”
“I’m not sure sure about that.” I stuttered. “If we did, it must not have been a memorable encounter because I can’t seem to recall it.”
“Would you like a reminder?” He lowered his voice and his gaze veered to my lips. “I’m in a particularly giving mood today.”
“No,” I said, inhaling the scent of his cologne as he stepped closer. “There’ll be no need for a reminder.”
“What about the need for a repeat?” He closed the gap between us. “Surely that answer would be different.”
“Actually, it wouldn’t be...”
“And why is that?”
“It just wouldn’t be.” I immediately walked away from him, to the side of the room that held the individual mailboxes. I started checking off the boxes that had “package arrived” stickers and I felt him step behind me, felt him gently tugging my hair and mimicking the rough rhythm of when he’d tugged it that night.
“Turn around,” he whispered, and I spun around without any hesitation.
He stared at me with those smoldering blue eyes and pressed a hand against my cheek. “Did you get my present?”
“That wasn’t a present.”
“Me not pressing charges was the present. The box was a reminder of how generous I’m being about not reporting you.”
“Well, thank you for returning all of the things that originally belonged to me...Although, now that I think about it, you didn’t return my panties.”
“I’m keeping those.”
“As a souvenir?”
“As a reward. What time do you get off today?”
“I’m sorry, sir.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not allowed to give out my employee information, and since I get paid by the hour, I really need to get to work.”
“Then whose room are you stealing today?”
“No one’s. I’m a changed employee.”
“I highly doubt that.” He smiled, ignoring my poor attempt to blow him off. His lips brushed against mine and slowly leaned forward, using his hips to pin me against the mailboxes.
He trailed his finger against my lips. “You haven’t thought about me fucking you?”
“No.”
He stared right into my eyes. “Tell me you haven’t gone to sleep dreaming of me filling your pussy with my cock for hours and I’ll leave you alone right now.”
I swallowed, unable to say a word.
“I thought so.” He leaned forward to press his lips against mine—to render me helpless all over again, but I turned my head and moved out of his grasp.
“Today is one of my last days working here, so regardless of the fact that I may have thought about having sex with you again, I would like to spend my final hours without seeing you. And since the resident in 80A cancelled his services, I’m pretty sure that’s possible.”
“It’s not.” He stepped in front of me again, calling my bluff. “Where are the cameras in this room?”
“What?”
He looked like he was seconds away from fucking me on the spot. “Where are the cameras in this room?”
I stood still, completely blank, trying to avoid the fact that my panties were wet and my nipples were tender—begging to be sucked between his lips again.
“Gillian...” He glared at me. “Where are the cameras?”
I tilted my head to the side. “Top corner and above the door.”
“None on the right side?”
I shook my head and he grabbed my hand, pulling me past the mailboxes and into the corner.
My back slammed against the wall and he yanked the elastic band from my ponytail, forcing my hair to fall to my shoulders. Our mouths met in a frenzy—lips wet and fighting for control.
As he bit my bottom lip, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his belt, silently commanding me to unbuckle it. His hands quickly unfastened my khakis and he let me go for a few seconds, long enough for him to whisper, “Step out of your pants.”
I managed to get one pants leg off and watch him roll a condom over his cock before his lips crashed against mine again.
Shutting my eyes, I surrendered all control to him—letting his mouth tame mine.
He grabbed my right leg and lifted it around his waist, biting the skin of my neck. His cock was right at my entrance when the sound of the metal doors opening filled the room.
“Jake...” I tried to put my leg down, but he held it taut.
“What?”
“Someone’s about to come in here.”
“And?”
“They might see us.”
“Good.” He pushed into me with one deep stroke, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Ahhh...” I whimpered, clawing at the skin of his neck. “Fuck.”
Ignoring my moans, he squeezed my ass and lifted my other leg around his waist—gripping my thighs to move me up and down his cock.
“As you can see...” A female voice suddenly filled the space with the sound of shoes against marble not too far behind. “If you choose to stay here, you’d have access to countless amenities.”
I bit Jake’s shoulder, trying to make him aware, but he kept thrusting into me, squeezing my ass even harder.
