“Seb, you have no concept of time,” I told him. He was quite the stoner but his brain-dead antics kept me entertained during the whole Perry and I debacle.
“Maybe time has no concept of me,” he said, tapping his head where his disheveled ponytail was coming loose. It was only then that he noticed Perry. “Hey…Perry, right?”
“Yes. Hi, Seb,” she said with a smirk on her face.
“Cool. Well I better go in and see what Jimbo wants.”
“You have a meeting too?” I asked. Seb had a show with my friend Dean called Gamers, where they just basically acted like f**ktards and played video games. It was pretty popular, considering, but maybe not as lucrative as I thought.
He shrugged. “I guess so. Hey, I’ll see you tonight, right?”
I frowned. “What’s tonight?”
“Nothing, just me and Dean feel like getting shitfaced. I let Rebecca know too. We’ll be at the Spelling Bee.’”
The Spelling Bee was one of those divey on purpose type bars that served overpriced drinks over on 2nd, not too far from the apartment. I wished him luck and told him we’d hopefully see him there. To be honest, I felt like getting a little loose tonight and even more than that, I felt like showing Perry off.
“Do you feel like going out tonight?” I asked her as we got in the elevator.
“I’m up for anything.”
“Oh really?”
I whipped around and pulled out the elevator’s STOP button. The elevator lurched then went still.
“What are you doing?” she screeched, wild-eyed.
“Nothing you need to worry about, baby,” I told her, placing both hands on either side of her head and kissing her hard, hard enough that she was flattened against the wall. We didn’t discuss it, but we naturally played our relationship cool in front of Jimmy. Now I was making up for lost time.
I bit her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth. She moaned and I smiled.
“You ever had sex in an elevator?” I asked, taking my mouth to her sweet neck and alternating between wet licks and fierce sucks. I didn’t care if she ended up with a million hickeys. The more the better.
“No.”
“Anywhere in public?”
“Does a Canadian national park count?” she whispered, sounding both turned on and uneasy.
“No, it doesn’t,” I murmured, my hands cupping her br**sts. “Sounds like something we have to fix, doesn’t it?”
“Isn’t this illegal?”
I pulled away and looked at her. “Elevator malfunction. Living it up while I’m going down.”
She smiled and then arched her back to give me more access to her fantastic br**sts. “You can’t use Aerosmith as an excuse.”
“I can do anything I want,” I grunted, pressing my erection into her hip.
“My goodness,” she exclaimed at the pressure.
I grinned, my hands folding down her bra and rolling her ni**les between my fingers.
“I told you. I’m always hard for you, I’m just good at hiding it. Which, actually, isn’t easy when your dick is the size of your leg.”
She laughed and lowered my head to her br**sts, my mouth yearning, searching.
“Hello?” a voice said from behind me.
Startled, I turned around, expecting someone to be in the elevator with us. I was probably expecting it to be inhuman as well.
But the voice repeated, “Hello? Are you okay? Is this car two? I have reports you have stopped.”
Shit. It was security on the speaker. In some elevators, pulling out the stop button just stops the elevator. I guess in this one it alerted security. Cockblockers!
I sighed and looked up, just now becoming aware of the camera in the corner of the elevator. I gave it a wave.
“We’re fine. False alarm.”
“That’s what I thought. We’re starting the car again,” the voice said.
The elevator groaned and began to move. I quickly reached over and pulled up the neck of Perry’s shirt just as the car stopped and the doors opened. We both smiled innocently at the two business men who came in. The younger one smirked at me. Oh, he knew. Guys always knew when another guy was trying to get elevator tail.
“Maybe later,” I whispered into her ear, my hand going down to her ass for a discrete feel. Now that I had that gorgeous booty in my possession, I was going to take full advantage of it.
She shifted away from me but that only made me smile. Perry was a funny little thing. She could be outstandingly horny in private (and who could blame her, I mean aside from being with me, the poor girl had only slept with some college chump and the douchenugget, he-who-shall-not-be-named), but in public she was still so unsure of herself, of her body, of me. It was going to take me some time to marry the two sides of her together, but damn, I was going to make her my sex queen whether she liked it or not. And f**k, she was going to like it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aside from the elevator incident, which did lead to more bedroom antics back at the apartment, Perry did feel like going out. I was almost giddy at the prospect of taking her out with my friends. Well, giddy was a pretty girly term, but I did catch myself singing into my comb while I was grooming myself in the bathroom. But I was singing to Dillinger Escape Plan, which negated all girlyness. It’s true, look it up.
Perry wore a simple, long black tank top, ass-tight jeans, and looked absolutely beautiful, no surprise there. Every moment I was around her I was absolutely floored by her. Maybe that’s what every guy in love says, but what really got me, what always got me, was that she didn’t see it herself. No, she wasn’t as thin as a lot of women, she didn’t eat only raw foods or do drugs or workout every day. But just because she wasn’t toned on every part of her body didn’t mean I wasn’t hard 24/7. I’d slept with all sorts of women, big, small, fat, skinny. It didn’t really matter. If I found a woman attractive, then I found her attractive, and sticking her in a box didn’t matter. Women are women are women and they all have parts I love.
And Perry, well she was just perfect for me. She had curves, curves that melted into my hands, into my skin, more than other women I’d been with. Her body molded to mine, soft, sensual, nurturing. It sounded archaic, but she just oozed fertility, and with that fertility came a power that she had no idea about. She looked at herself and hated what she saw, and I was going to do my best to show her that she was beyond beautiful to me. And aside from hers, my opinion was the only one that should matter. Not what other women thought or other men thought and definitely not what Cosmo thought.