, ya know," I giggled. "You silly boys always think I can't hold my liquor. Watch this." I slid down off his back and stood rigidly straight with my arms held out as though I were displaying myself, all the while trying my best to look sober. "See? Isn't that convincing?" He wrapped an arm around my waist and caught me, as I was about to fall over.
"Yep, ya had me fooled," he laughed.
We walked inside to find that the lobby was empty. Because it was 2:30 in the morning on a Thursday night, this was not out of the ordinary. "I tell ya," Ryan said as he directed me toward the hallway with the elevators. "It's a good thing you're cute when you're drunk... My arms are killing me." I giggled at him.
"Well you should come up and I'll give you a massage," I grinned. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him aside against the wall. I held my mouth a few inches from his and lowered my voice. "Sound good?"
"I'll take a rain check," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close. He stared at me for a few seconds with this smile on his face until I blushed and looked away. "But for now, it's time to put you to bed."
Truth be told, I loved his chivalry. He lived a good 15 minute walk from my place, and it was getting chilly outside, but he still walked me home. I knew he had no intention to stay at my place that night, but when he looked at me with that smile on his face and with a twinkle in his sweet eyes, I decided to try to convince him otherwise.
"Mmmm, but you
know
I can't sleep without you," I whispered in his ear. He shivered lightly; something about feeling my breath on his ear always turned him on—which was exactly what I wanted. I pulled the slit in my short skirt over so my thigh was exposed, and wrapped my leg around his—nothing too obvious, but just enough to get his attention. I bit my bottom lip and smiled as I looked up at him.
"Noooo, no, no," he chuckled, and loosened his hold around my waist. "I see what you're doing, and it's not going to work!" His hands found my arms and went to move them down off his shoulders. "C'mon, you know how I feel about this," he said, and I knew he was serious, but his drunken slurred speech lessened the effect. I did know exactly how he felt about it—when I was drunk, he would not touch me. It was a matter of respect in his eyes, and I adored him for it. He always said he didn't trust himself and that he had a hard time saying 'no' to me. But didn't he understand? We were both drunk, and I was bound and determined to have some fun. Besides, I would enjoy the challenge of getting him to take me; it would make it all the more worth it in the end. It was like playing a game—and I wasn't planning to lose.
"Alright, fine," I said, backing off him a bit. I took my keys out of his hand and, before acting like I was going to walk away, dropped them on the floor. "Oops," I said, sounding ditzy on purpose. I bent down slowly to pick them up again, all the while keeping my back straight. I slid my ass slowly down the length of his body, picked up my keys, and slid slowly back up again. I could feel his body tense up against mine as I gave him a little wriggle where I knew he would enjoy it most. The whole thing came off fairly smoothly, considering how drunk I was. "Silly me," I half-smiled and rolled my eyes. Then I walked away from him, putting extra motion into my hips; I could feel his eyes watching me.
"That's not nice," he said, sounding annoyed. He peeled himself from the wall and followed me toward the elevator.
"What," I asked innocently, looking over my shoulder.
"You know damn well what," he protested as he came over to me. I didn't press the button on the elevator yet; I wanted to break him down a little more before we went upstairs. I shrugged my shoulders, with the intent of inching one of the straps on my tank top to fall gracefully from my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, baby," I said, pouting for him. I put my arms around him again, and played with his hair. Running my fingernails gently along the back of his neck, I asked, "You forgive me?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered. He shuddered at the touch of my fingernails against his skin, and moved to back away from me again. He turned from me and pressed the elevator button; I could hear the machinery working inside the elevator shaft, and I knew I was running out of time. My mind quickly searched for another trick I could play on him to get him to come upstairs with me.
"I don't know what's gotten into me," I said, deciding to take the flattery route. "I just can't keep my hands off you." I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, my breathing quickening. "You look so good tonight, baby..." I gave him a light kiss on the cheek; he was staring down at me eagerly. I kissed him on the other cheek, and my hands were moving from around his waist down to his ass. I loved being a bad girl; I definitely had his attention now, and just thinking of how hot he must have been getting made me wet. I ran a hand down over his ass and back up again, loving every minute of his reaction. He was trying so hard not to tackle me at that very moment, and I was amused at his effort. It was time to push him over the edge.
"Do I get a goodnight kiss?" I whispered in his ear again. Then I took his earlobe between my lips and sucked on it for a moment. I dragged my teeth lightly over his skin, and then kissed it again. I'll never understand it, but something about that small action, which I thoroughly enjoyed, made him go crazy without fail.
Just then the elevator opened, and he grabbed me and kissed me hard while he pushed me inside. My mind whirled at his aggression, and I silently celebrated that he finally seemed interested. He had me against the back of the elevator, and the handlebar that ran along the interior walls dug into my back. It hurt, but I enjoyed it in the intensity of the moment. The color rushed to my face, and I felt as though we had just stepped into a sauna. My head was spinning, partly because I was so turned on and partly because I was so drunk. The elevator doors shut, but we did not move because we had not yet selected a floor.
Who knows what got into me that night, but I was going crazy with him. Okay, so it was probably that Irish car bomb that did it, but nonetheless, I was all over him with no inhibitions. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was down his pants and I was stroking his dick feverishly. I had never opted to give him a hand job before, but I decided I shouldn't just go down on him right there in the elevator. I kissed him furiously and he held me with urgency in his touch while his dick hardened quickly in my hand. I rubbed him faster, paying special attention to caressing the head of his dick with my fingertips. He moaned low and long into our kiss, and it drove me to distraction. I lifted one of my legs and clinched it around his body; one of his hands grabbed my thigh and held it there.
Slowly and carefully, I backed us away from the back wall of the elevator and we made our way to the control panel near the door. Still kissing him all the way, I took my hand back out of his pants and pressed my body tight against his. Trying to see straight enough to press the button for the eighth floor, I turned my head slightly and mashed my finger against the button. Then I immediately returned to concentrating all my energy and focus on Ryan.
