Chapter 9
Vanessa realized, after waiting in the stalled elevator thirty minutes, that her only means of escape was through the panel in the ceiling. No guard appeared on duty, cognizant of her predicament. She was unwilling to waste another second praying someone would come.
She calculated the distance from the floor to that dispensable panel. Vanessa, a mere five-feet-seven, couldn't stretch herself the extra foot or so. Even on tiptoe, she lacked the height. Leaping to her objective failed, and there was no way of climbing to it.
She sighed with resignation. The stress of leaping into action weighed upon her. She never dreamed B.O.N.E. would re-enter her life with such a resounding thud. Her episode with Randy had been likewise draining.
Randy Reynolds, she whimsically thought—what a hunk. She still recalled his reddish brown hair, hazel eyes and magnificent build. A mustache that had specks of red and gold blended well with his rugged features. A strong, virile man, he revealed a romantic side she had never suspected existed. She fell in love with the man, despite his affiliation with a corrupt organization. She recalled how he invited her to join B.O.N.E., begging her to submit to brainwashing. Although she never mentioned it to her superiors, she had been tempted. Her affection for Randy ran deep.
Luckily, their paths never crossed. She wondered how her life would have changed, had she agreed to the mind-altering procedure.
Vanessa sighed. She exhausted her options regarding escaping the elevator. Just as the situation appeared hopeless, she heard a boisterous clanging, then the sound of feet dropping onto the roof. The car moved from the added weight.
"Is someone in there?" a man shouted.
"Yes. I'm trapped."
"I'll have you out in a minute."
The panel receded and the face of a brutally handsome man with light brown hair peered down at her. His rugged features stirred her. Baby blue eyes were the most noticeable. She loved his smile, too.
"Can't you move this thing to a floor so I can get off?" she asked.
He shook his head. "It won't budge. The cable is jammed. I'll have to send for someone." His hand dropped from the ceiling. "Sorry about the inconvenience."
"Are you kidding? I'm grateful someone came to my rescue."
She shivered at the strength he demonstrated. Once latching onto that proffered hand, he pulled her up to the top without exerting himself. His face wasn't the least red, nor did he utter a sound.
"Thank you," she murmured, feasting her eyes on the man who saved her. Tanned, handsome, athletically fit—he was everything she could have desired in a hero. "My name is Vanessa Kingsley," she said, remembering to use her alias.
"And I'm Jon," he said, omitting a last name. "If you'll permit me to lift you to the next landing, I believe we can safely descend to the lobby."
"By all means."
She relished the hand boosting her. It comfortably framed her buttocks. His thumbs pressed into her derriere during that exhilarating hoist. Vanessa barely suppressed her luxurious murmur.
Jon, a limber gymnast, swung onto the landing without a hitch. Vanessa assumed he excelled at the parallel bars, given the smooth uppercut of his body. Smiling, he led her to another elevator and escorted her to the lobby. Vanessa savored every moment of their journey. Sneaking glances at Jon, she wished she could see more of him. The fit of his clothes led her to believe he had a magnificent body.
She was cognizant of his furtive study. When turning away, those baby blue eyes scanned her in a frank manner. She wished she could read his mind.
Vanessa noted that the attendant was not on duty. "Hmmmm. That's peculiar. Someone's normally at the desk, around the clock."
Jon shrugged. "Perhaps he's on a coffee break."
His presumption sounded credible. "I really have to run. I'm late for an appointment."
"Allow me drive you there. I'm off duty, and besides, it's the least I can do for making you stand in that miserable elevator."
Vanessa beamed. "If it's not too much trouble."
"Not in the least," he assured her. "I'm parked in the lower garage."
When strolling through the rear door and descending the flight of stairs, neither heard the attendant groaning in the closet. A metal disc glowed on his sweaty forehead.
"He asked not to be disturbed," the concierge informed Vanessa upon their arrival.
She thought that unlike Don. "Ring him. He may have intended that message for someone else."
"No. He specifically referred to you, and all other callers."
"But I'm here specifically at his invitation," she insisted.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but there is no mistake. He phoned me with those very instructions."
Perplexed, Vanessa glanced at Jon. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time. My friend obviously got his signals crossed."
Jon exhibited a sense of humor. "His loss, my gain. I propose a drink to cap this somewhat bizarre evening."
She gladly accepted. For the duration of their ride, Vanessa couldn't avert her gaze. Jon fascinated her. Few men struck such a delightful chord.
They went somewhere dark, where the cocktails were strong and the atmosphere conducive to seduction. In the back of her mind, Vanessa thought about the scientific advancement B.O.N.E. had made and the need to inform her superiors. On the other hand, she was afraid of disturbing the magic.
"Are you in the habit of rescuing ladies in distress?" she joked.
"Only when they look like you."
"Oh? Explain that."
His sensual lips curved. "Any description I could accurately furnish might result in a slap."
She leaned forward. "Try me."
"I wish I could," he softly admitted.
She entertained some indecent notions of her own. "You strike me as the kind of man willing to gamble for what he wants."
"You're very perceptive." He toasted her character sketch.
She watched him sip his beer. She noted the strong hand gripping the mug, the movement of his lips, the intensity of those blue eyes. She quivered in her seat, exploring the possibilities.
His eyes flickered, too. He glimpsed her large, jutting breasts several times. Vanessa boasted a dramatic cleavage. He visually digested her sexiness. In the car, he had stealthily checked out her legs when the miniskirt hiked up her thighs. Jon made no secret of his attraction.
"Where do we go from here?" he asked after prolonged study.
"My place," she said, without delay.
Jon's mouth went over hers. Vanessa parted her lips to receive his tongue. He slipped smoothly into her warmth, freely exploring it.
His powerful arms tightened around her. Vanessa shivered in his embrace. They barely managed to get through the door. The ride to her apartment was sheer torture.
Jon's lips slowly detached. She sighed from their drenching sweetness. Her next assault came when he lowered them to her neck. His soft, intoxicating suck caused her to reel.
Her nipples protruded through the soft material. She could not control her excitement. Jon's touch was electric, bombarding her with a gratifying current.
His hands traveled up her shivering form. He opened her blouse. Her tits leaped at him, her pink stubs thickly stretched. Jon's blue eyes sparkled as he digested their beauty. He rotated his thumbs over her inflamed tips, feeding them riveting jolts. His stimulation engulfed her. When she believed she couldn't take another swirling second, his mouth descended upon one of them. His suck drained the leftover oxygen from her lungs.
"Yes," she whimpered.
His lips and tongue effectively left her rent. Her nails grazed his shoulders, absently scratching. Her mouth dropped open. She was conscious of the seepage from her pussy. Her cunt tightened, then released. She contemplated seizing his cock with its slippery grasp and riding him to ecstasy.
After he had sucked one nipple, Jon went for the other. He absorbed it with delectation. Her spine arched as he brought her to a swelter. Perspiration cropped at her brow. She swayed, supplying him her stiff peak.
"That feels good," she whimpered. A stirring commotion traveled up her middle. She ached for something hard to occupy that pestering void between her legs.
Unable to check the impulse, she took the liberty of undressing him. She practically tore the buttons from his shirt. Her fingers swerved over the muscular definition of his chest. Jon's pronounced pectorals thrilled her.
"I want you," she murmured. "I'm going out of my mind, thinking about it."
He said nothing. He expressed his passion with eye contact. Vanessa basked in the severity of his blue pupils. They mirrored unchained power.
She unzipped his pants, then massaged the swell of his equipment in his briefs. Jon was huge. He was everything she imagined and more. Engrossed by his size, Vanessa attempted to wrap him with her fist. Her fingers fell short in enclosing its throbbing bulk. The thought of making room for that giant shaft made her woozy. Her pussy would feel very stuffed.
Jon descended the length of her naked body. He scooped her buttocks with his authoritative hands. Vanessa yielded to his manly strength. He pulled her crotch to his face. His eager exhalations drove her mad. Cupping her ass, he delivered his mouth. Vanessa sobbed when he divided her cunt lips with his tongue. Nothing could have prepared her for that sweet spearing. She clenched her teeth as he drilled into her hot squish.
"Mmmmm," he groaned in her juicy crack, partaking of her sugary flow. "Mmmmm."
Vanessa's green pupils arched into her whites. Her lips formed a quivering circle. She squealed as he wriggled into her snatch. The walls of her pussy contracted around his movable tip.
"Oh, yeah," he hoarsely declared. His fingers made impressions in her shuddering butt cheeks. He gulped the nectar that trickled from her muff. Vanessa's drippage was pure honey.
Hugging herself to his thirsty expression, Vanessa pelted his chin with her soaked pussy. "More," she squeaked. "Ohhhh. Please, don't stop."
Jon buried his face in her muff. He clamped down on her luscious pulp. He wrung the nectar with a twist of his lips and let it course down his throat. Vanessa writhed from his feverish pucker. Her sobs drove him wild. He swallowed her outpouring lust.
Vanessa couldn't see clearly. Her vision was impaired by the mouthfuls of cunt Jon took. He helped himself to her tasty seepage. His eyes assumed a glutted daze as he voraciously consumed her excitement.
Her joy escalated another notch when he concentrated on her clit. He revolved around that vibrant pebble, gleaning the flavor from her glistening cunt flesh. When he brushed its side, she jerked. Firmly grasping her swiveling ass, he returned her to his curling tip. She gritted her teeth as he wiggled about, subjecting her to a prolonged round.
He permitted no recovery period. His pulse-hurtling whips threw her into a frenzy. He held her fast to his face, delving into her pussy. Vanessa pressed herself to that hot receptacle. He siphoned the moisture from her snatch.
When her vision had returned, she gazed at his attached mouth. He bore down, pinning back the pink flaps. Saliva oozed from the corner of his mouth. Vanessa twitched as that bubbly stream slithered over her sensitive flesh, into her red fur.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. "Oh, Jon. Keep your tongue in my pussy. I want to fuck it."
At her command, he pumped that drenched cunt. She felt him slither back and forth, plunging into those slippery folds. His reach stole her breath.
"Faster," she pleaded. "More. Oh, yes."
He pulled her back, then impaled her on his sinuous tip. That action was repeated until she bent her spine. Her red mane whipped from one shoulder to the other. She thrust her hips in a bid to obtain maximum penetration.
Jon savored the moment. Vanessa was, without a doubt, the sexiest woman he ever had. Her features were a study of ecstasy. Her green eyes sparkled. Mewls of joy spouted from her red lips. She flew backward, barely tamed by his clutching hands.
He smashed all the pussy he could into his mouth and sucked. Her nectar flowed in abundance. He gorged himself while she twisted and turned, downing his fill. The sweep of his loving tongue replenished her supply.
Vanessa gulped air through her clenched teeth. Jon orbited her clit, then savagely licked it. She could feel its pulsating development. "I'm going to cum," she uttered.
Jon could feel the nearness of her orgasm with his mouth. Vanessa's gyrating hips and gushing juices told him she was at the verge of explosion. He took immense pleasure in creating physical havoc.
Vanessa climaxed after several more moments with that high-spirited tongue. Jon's hands prevailed in their unshakable clamp, disallowing her a reprieve from its turbulence. She shuddered around his face, losing equilibrium.
Jon rose to his feet to hold Vanessa. She swayed, at the brink of collapse. She continued to shake while he pinned her orgasm-ravaged form to the wall. She murmured indistinct comments while raking him with her nails. Examining Vanessa in a weakened state made him painfully swollen. Never had he wanted to make love more desperately to a woman.
He positioned his cock for entry. The purplish head screamed for her moist snatch. Her red wisps tickled his skin. He gazed hungrily at the pink, glistening flesh. Unable to suppress his need, he pressed himself into the wet center. Promptly, Vanessa's fingers sank into his flesh.
"Oh, God," she moaned, receiving his hard dick.
Jon leaned into that juicy cunt. Relief was instant. He pushed more into her spongy warmth. He met with no resistance during that introduction. Vanessa took him evenly, purring with satisfaction. He stuck himself into her slick cunthole. His cock climbed through that coil of pulp. His entire body screamed with joy when linked with hers.
"Stuff yourself into me," she begged. "Oh, yes. Fill me with cock."
Jon drove through her layers of squish. He loved her protracted sigh. She responded to his deep, satisfying thrusts. She clung to him, curving her legs around his. Her pussy caught his thick, plunging cock. Back and forth he sawed, giving it to her. He glided leisurely into that moist snatch. Burrowing into that slick crevice afforded him the steepest charge.
"Oh, God, I love it," she moaned as he met her sodden core. "Ohhhh. There's so much of you to take." She bit her bottom lip as his balls slapped her. The jolt she sustained from his sure, lazy strokes curled her toes. His thighs grazing her velvet skin offered a palatable chill. "I can't handle it. Faster. Shove it into me. Ram me as hard as you can."
"Relax," he muttered. "There's no rush. We have all night." He groaned as he fucked her drenched cunt. "Christ. Ahhhh. I want you all night."
Speech became impossible. Jon's dick jammed her middle. Unable to restrain herself, she made his big thing all the more juicy. Liquid joy gushed from her cunt.
Jon went on to pump her with excruciating slowness. He dragged his shaft from her until he almost slipped out, then reversed direction and reinstated himself in entirety. Wet noises emanated from their gentle friction.
Vanessa's head rolled from side to side, digesting the feast of sensations those plodding thrusts granted. She ran her hands up and down his arms, whimpering. "Oh, God," came her sharp intake when that solid dick caused her snatch to appreciably expand. He ground his trunk to her warm, sticky hole before receding. Her cunt lips loosened as he swung back, only to widen when he submerged himself. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," Jon groaned, loving the moist clasp of her pussy. His features reflected total bliss. The intensity of his blue eyes dulled when he completely installed his cock in cunt. "I love how tight it is."
Vanessa clutched his buttocks. No amount of clawing motivated him. "Please, finish me off. You're driving me crazy."
Each consecutive thrust caused her pleasure to climb. His rock-hard member scaled the layers of squish, awakening her every cell. She memorized his pattern of veins, awesome shape and thrilling texture from his tempo. That rotund bulb kissed her womb at the end of each swoop.
"I love it," she wept. "Ohhhh. I love the way it fucks me. More. Oh, please, more."
The tumult concluded ferociously. Vanessa had no way of knowing her orgasm would thoroughly deplete her. The tremors amassed, invoked by those lumbering strokes. She soared from his splitting probe. Her loins sizzled from the mounting friction.
"Hold me," she cried, shaking riotously. "Oh, Jon. Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Ohhhh." Her eyes rolled into their sockets as she welcomed the sweet assault.
Jon's arms closed around her, sheltering her from the crippling contractions. He crammed that rigid mass into her snatch, allowing her to spasm against it. He groaned as juicy pulp crushed him. "Yeah, baby. Milk me. Now. Arghh. Arghh. Ughhh."
He gushed in her pussy. She gasped at the flood of jism he released. He twitched and squirted within her seizure-ridden flesh. The room reverberated with their collective wails of joy.
They slid to the floor. Vanessa purred after her fulfillment was complete. They spent a marvelous aftermath with limbs tangled. Jon tossed onto his side, dragging her along. She lowered her head to his chest, awaiting his breath to regain normalcy.
Jon smiled. It was even better than he imagined. Vanessa Storm was an awesome lay. He was in no hurry to dispatch her. The thought of having her repeatedly sped his heart.
She was his dream woman.