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A Taste of Rough

Macy smoothed down the skirt of her suit as she stood in front of the elevator door. Her hands trembled as she fussed with her hair, brushing stray tendrils back from her face. She ran her tongue across her dry lips, praying she hadn’t smeared the hot-red lipstick.

She’d made a special effort today, wanting to look good. No, not just good.

Hot as sin! All in the name of experimentation.

The hiss of the elevator announced its arrival on the ground floor. When the door swished open, she marched inside, her high heels making no sound on the carpeted floor. The mirrored interior of the elevator, as good as any changing room, reflected her image back at her from all sides.

Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she struck a pose, leaning back on the timber rail that ran waist high on three sides of the enclosed space, pushing her breasts high. Hmm, did she look sexy enough? Enough to tempt a man into a little slap and tickle for a lunch-time treat? Maybe she should undo one more button on her jacket, enough so it was evident she didn’t have a bra on.

She toyed with the idea and then discarded it with a shrug. May as well leave things as they were and see what happened.

Before she could push the button for the top floor, the only level occupied in the incomplete building, the elevator started to move, the panel showing someone on the floor above had signaled they needed it. With barely a sound, she was carried to the next floor, the door opening to admit one of the construction crew. Tall, brawny, overlaid with bulging muscles in chest and arms, he stepped in, leaning across her to punch the control panel for the top floor.

“Looks like we’re going in the same direction,” Macy said. Stupid, Macy! The only way to go from here is up.

“Sure are, lady,” he replied.

She shivered as his husky tones washed over her. Her nipples peaked under the silky fabric of her jacket. She squirmed on the spot as sensation streaked downwards, pooling in her stomach and driving lower until her pussy grew damp.

This was why she’d taken such pains with her appearance. The same guy had been riding the elevator with her for the last month. There was something earthy about him, something that had her hormones raging every time she saw him. And today she planned on doing something about it.

“My name’s Macy.” She leant a bit closer, let him get a whiff of the very expensive perfume she’d sprayed down her cleavage. “So what do I call you”

“You can call me Luke. All my friends do.”

“I’d really like to be your friend, Luke.” Greatly daring, she reached out and ran her hand across his chest, plucking at the buttons of his denim shirt.

“You have no idea just how friendly I can be.”

“Yeah?” His eyes lit up and his mouth tilted into a sexy grin. “I’ve been watching you. Every day we get on the same elevator you look so cool and contained, and I’m nothing but a construction worker. But I get the feeling there’s fire hidden beneath that conservative suit.”

He backed her into the corner of the mirrored space, his arms propped on the rail either side of her, creating a cage. A cage Macy had no intention of trying to escape from.

“You want to know what I have under this suit?” she whispered.

Without waiting for his reply she took one of his hands and sliding her skirt up, placed it palm down on the inside of her thigh. He needed no further encouragement. His hand slid up, the calluses across his fingers making her shiver. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. The breath caught in her throat and a delicious shiver feathered down her spine.

When he reached the juncture of her legs, she obligingly opened her stance, allowing him to find out for himself what she had on under her suit.

“Holy cow, girl, you’ve got no panties on!”

“I believe in being prepared.” She gasped as his fingers brushed at the heated flesh between her legs.

First he ran the tip of one finger along the length of her pussy. Then, not giving her time to catch her breath, he parted her swollen flesh to plunge two fingers inside. Macy bucked, her hips angling to give him greater access. She was already wet with wanting him, had been ever since he’d started riding the same elevator with her. Now the dampness just made it easier for him to thrust deep.

“Holy shit,” he groaned. “You’re so damn hot. Come on, baby, move for me. Show me what you want.”

“No time,” she gasped. “We only have until the elevator reaches the top floor.” Thank God it was a twenty-floor story building!

Hands trembling, she undid his belt and slid down his zip, insinuating her hand under his boxers to free his rock-hard cock. She didn’t need to ask if he was willing. His body told her all she needed to know. While she was busy pushing his jeans down to his knees, he worked on the buttons of her suit jacket. When her bare breasts spilled out into his hands, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his hot mouth.

Macy moaned, arching her body, offering up all she had. Fire streaked from her breasts until it centered between her thighs. She tried to position his hard cock so she could take him in, but he was too tall for her. She felt like sobbing so great was the need raging through her.

He lifted his head and captured her lips, his tongue sweeping in to search out all her secrets. She was light-headed with need when he broke off the kiss. Her fingers glided up and down his cock, making him groan and buck against her hand.

“Oh, God, make it quick, we’re almost there.”

Without a word he pushed her skirt up to her waist, picked her up and lowered her naked ass onto the rail that ran around the elevator, her hands on his shoulders for balance. A small scream rippled from her throat as he pushed closer and thrust deep, stretching her, filling her, driving her wild.

He withdrew and then thrust home again, driving the tension higher.

Macy clung to him, the breath snagging in her throat as he deepened his thrusts.

Hard! Fast! Satisfying!

Heat shafted throughout her body. All rational thought ceased. The only thing in her world right at that moment was the hard invasion of a rigid male body part, an invasion she’d dreamed about for weeks.

He worked her, driving deep until her back slammed into the wall behind her. The sight of the two of them going for it like animals reflected in the mirrored surface of the elevator, so erotic that Macy nearly lost it right there and then. Spirals of pleasure swept through her, increasing in magnitude, like an earthquake and she was the epicenter.

When he reached between their bodies and rubbed his thumb over her clit, she came apart, the shockwave all but dragging her off her precarious perch on the timber rail. She bit down on her lip to trap the rapture inside as he groaned and gave one final thrust and emptied himself deep inside her.

She hung there in his arms for a moment while she tried to regulate her breathing. When she could talk without gasping, she said in a sultry whisper, “We’re almost there.”

“Lady, no almost about it! We hit the jackpot, and I’m not talking about the elevator.” He grinned at her and lifted her down from the railing. “But you’re right.” He flicked a quick glance at the panel on the opposite wall where the lights showed the passage of the elevator. “We’d better make ourselves respectable.”

He smoothed her skirt down for her, his hand lingering on her hip. Then he did up his jeans and tucked his shirt in while she dealt with her jacket.

“Who would have though it?” he said. “The construction worker and the Lady, with a capital L.”

He shook his head and turned to face the door as the elevator came to a silent stop and the door swished opened. As Macy stepped past him, he turned and gave her a wink before disappearing into the far reaches of the top floor.

*  *  *

Macy was tired when she got home from work, but that didn’t stop her getting on with dinner preparations. She chose not to have a shower. She like the smell of her construction worker on her body. Sex and sin! A powerful combination.

She was slicing the vegetables when she heard her husband’s key in the front door. Her heart skipped a beat before she steadied herself, focusing on the meal. He slipped in behind her, pressed his body to hers and dropped a kiss on her neck.

“Have an interesting day, my sweet?” he inquired.

“Same ole same ole, “ she replied.

“I’m going to have a quick shower before dinner.”

He moved towards the doorway, then paused, a grin on his face as Macy looked over her shoulder at him.

“Same time, same place tomorrow?” He waggled his eyebrows and ran his gaze down her body.

“Oh, yeah, Lucas! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A hell of a way to keep a marriage exciting, she thought as she took in her architect husband in his denim jeans and dirty work shirt. With a grin, she threw down the knife and proceeded to join him in the shower.

Whoever said marriage had to be dull?


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