Chapter 11

Meadow

 We enter the elevator and stand side by side. I felt his knuckles lightly brush mine.

It was just a touch meadow. Control your dirty thoughts.

I take a step forward to distance myself from him. The proximity between us was making me uneasy. Having him this close to me was not helping my dirty thoughts. I raise my head to watch as the number on the elevator descends slowly. Too slow.

15….14…13…

It was late.

He took a step forward, closer to me, so that my back was almost touching his front. He is far too close.

I could feel his hot breath against my ear. He’s breathing, getting heavy and raspy.

All the hairs at the back of my neck stand. My skin broke out in goosebumps.

He’s far too close, but I’m paralyzed. I can't move. I don’t want to.

“Miss white,” He barely whispers into my ear.

When the words leave his mouth, I feel a throbbing sensation between my legs.

What was this feeling? He wasn’t even touching me, but still,  I was turned on. Turned on by Jamey Salvador.

I hated him. I hated how he walked, how he talked, I hated everything about him, but most of all, I hated how my body reacted to him. How my body silently craved him, craved what he could give me. What I hoped he would give me.

My throat was too dry to respond.

“Miss white, when I call you, I expect you to respond.” His low, sensual tone causes more damage than his words.

He was too close, but I needed him closer. I could feel his body heat. I could feel his hardness starting to slightly press against my ass.

In that moment, I was ready to throw caution to the wind. In that moment, Jamey Salvador wasn’t my cruel, annoying boss. He was an attractive man I knew could give me what I craved, what I needed. A part of me felt he craved it too.

I tried to speak, but no words left my mouth. The throbbing between my legs turns to an ache. An unbearable, needy ache.

I give a nod

“Use your words, Miss white” His mouth was even closer to my ear.

I was consumed by fear.

Fear that if I moved an inch, the wetness I was holding would drip through my lace underwear and down my legs. Fear that if I did what my head was telling me to do, I would lose my job or worse, he would feel the same way I was.

I look up 10…9…8…

“Yes, sir,” I said feebly, almost shaking with need, but still facing the elevator door.

“Turn around, Miss white” His voice is an octave lower

I slowly turn around, my ass brushing his hardness as I do. And I could hear a low grunt escape his lips.

Our eyes lock, and his stare lingers. He scans my face slowly as if seeing me in light for the first time. He lowers his head, and I catch his eyes move to my lips, and he moves closer. Even in heels, he was still taller than me.

I raise my head to look into his deep green eyes.

He’s close, far too close.

I watch as he brings his tongue to slowly lick his lips, leaving them wet and probably warm.

He moved closer, so close I can feel his hot breath against my face. Our eyes are still locked.

His lips were so close they were practically one inch away. I could feel our breath mixing.

Out of desperation, need, and a little fear, I close my eyes and slightly tilt my head upward.

“Miss white,” He’s breathing unevenly.

“Mr Salvador,” My breathing is heavy

“You need to press the button for the elevator door to open.”

“Sorry?” I asked, my eyes still closed.

"Goodnight, Miss White."

I feel him reach over me and press a button. I hear a ting-ding and feel the cold wind hit my back as the doors open.

I finally open my eyes.

Without so much as a glance, he walked out of the elevator, into the parking lot, got into his car, and drove off

I just stand there, wet, aroused, and beyond confused.

“What the fuck just happened?"

Jamey

“You did what?” Omar yelled over the phone.

“I left her at the elevator and drove off” I said with nonchalance

“Why would you do that? You could have won the bet right there!”

“I need to break her first. I need her to beg and shake with need for me to give her what she wants.” I say staring at a blank spot in the wall.

“Woah dude, calm down. It’s just a bet, Take it easy. And something tells me that you didn’t do it so early because you like having her around. You like her Jamey. I can see it, but just remember if you fall for her, you forfeit the bet.” I could feel his smile through the phone.

“I despise her, but it was fun seeing her give into me. This is just the tip of the ice.”

“Whatever dude, I have two blondes and a brunette waiting for me.” He said giggling.

“You’re so unsanitary.”

I hang up.

I sit at the edge of bed thinking of the business trip, thinking of the workload to be done but mostly thinking of her. I was still very much hard.

Painfully hard. So hard it hurt to move.

It took all the self control I had in me to walk out of that elevator without kissing her or touching her or making her scream my name. I was playing a very dangerous game.

“I need to shower” I let out a groan while getting up.

I get into the shower and let the hot water hit my back, rinsing off the sweat from my body but the water did nothing to rinse the dirty thoughts I was having.

I couldn’t get her out of my head, the way she looked at me, so needy, he way her soft ass pressed against my bulge, and the way her nipples hardened through the fabric of her shirt.

She wanted me. I needed her.

Desperate for a release I do the only thing I can do. The thing I haven’t done in years. In my moment of weakness, my hand fist my length and start to do the unthinkable, slowly almost hesitantly I start to stroke.

Water dripped down my back and my chest, I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

Small moans escape my lips and I can’t think straight.

What was happening to me?  My minded clouded by need, by lust, by her.

“Meadow” I moaned under my breath.

I don’t let myself think, I drag my hand up, swirl my thumb around my tip, before dragging my hand back down.

I do it slow. Tortuously slow until I can’t take it anymore. I pick up the pace. I stroke faster and harder, making sure to squeeze my length at the same time.

I pant, I moan but I certainly don’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

This was all her fault. I hated her, I loathed her but my body craved her. She was making me do this, making me touch myself to the thought of her, to the thought of how wet she would have been. How warm how mouth would feel, how good she would taste.

I want her.

I was close but I needed more. I raise my head as the water hit my forehead dripped down my body, doing nothing to calm me down. I keep going. Stroking faster, only slowing to rub my tip. I could feel it, so close.

I placed my hand on the shower wall to give me more balance and spread my legs for more space.

Panting and groaning louder, I imagine her legs spread open for me, her wetness soaking my sheets, her scent suffocating me.

“Fuck meadow,” I say with shut eyes.

My head tipped back, a guttural noise escaped my lips as I gave myself the last stroke before releasing all over the shower floor.

Coming down from my high, I realize I had never had this much pleasure or satisfaction from touching myself before this.

It was her.

In that moment, it dawned on me

“I’m fucked.”