"More?" He turned to her as they crossed the street.
"Beg for more. I don't believe in mercy and sex."
"No? Looks like you have a lesson to learn."
"Who's going to teach it to me?" She bit at her lip, hurrying with him as cars began moving toward them.
"The only man who's capable of it. Me."
"What if another man has the ability to as well? He might exist."
"Doubtful. Why... have you been dating?"
Lisa moved from underneath him and pressed the button on the elevator. He was going to keep pressing until they exploded at each other. She wanted to strangle him when she thought about how much the need for him had dicked up her life. Was his any different? Didn't seem like it from his comments at dinner.
"I've seen a few men. I can't seem to get past thinking what you would think of them." She walked into the elevator, leaning back to hold the door for him.
"I don't like men, so no need to take my thoughts into consideration. Uck." He winked and pressed the top floor before turning toward her. "I would hope that you make them fuck you from behind."
"What? Why?"
"So that it's me you imagine doing it."
"Is that what you do? Fuck all the girls you date from behind so it's me bent before you?" She moved toward him, anger sprouting in her chest. How dare he put that on her. It was poking too close to the truth.
"Yeah, and I'm honestly sick of it." He moved toward her, the two of them meeting in the middle. His expression moved from playful to angry. "I need you to get out of my head. My life is spinning out of control. I used to fuck and have fun. Now I've got this schoolgirl crush and nothing tastes good, nothing feels right... I can't even masturbate without groaning your name."
"You think I'm not sick of it too? And schoolgirl crush? You think this feeling is some silly pathetic response to the fact that we're attracted to each other?"
"Lisa, I'm trying to get on with my life."
"We've not even tried us yet. You're delusional." She pushed her hand against his chest, anger burning a hole in her resolve to stay far away from the present conversation.
He caught her hand and pulled her toward him. "Why haven’t we tried us? What are you so fucking afraid of?"
"I'm not the only one afraid."
"I don't want you with other men. I don't want other women."
"That's your problem. I don't want this emotional bullshit laid on me. I'm dealing with enough of my own." She moved back, jerking from his touch, needing it far too much.
He turned and hit the red button on the elevator, the steel machine screeching to a halt as it stopped in mid-air. The glass walls around them showed the city in full effect, the beauty of it fleeting as she looked back at him.
"Start the elevator again. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not fighting over what could be. Lust is my king. Whatever this thing is... I don't want it. You don’t either."
"Yes you do." He took a few steps toward her, moving her until her back hit the glass wall. He took her wrists in his hands and pulled them up, pinning her in place as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Tell me you don't want me."
"I don't want you," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "Don't do this to me."
He brushed his lips by hers, his hand shifting to leave one holding her wrists pinned high above her. His other hand slid down her extended arm, over the curve of her breast and down her flat stomach. He pressed himself against her, a soft sigh leaving them both.
"Just let it be about sex, Marc. Leave it there. It's better there."
He released her hands and turned her fast and hard, pressing her chest against the glass. "I agree. Let's leave it there. I'll try not to lose my mind over another guy buried deep inside of you, Lisa."
He pressed himself against the curve of her rear, his hands coming to press against the glass as he nipped at her neck. Licking slowly from her throat to her ear, he whispered, hot breath rolling across her back as she sagged against him.
"I'm going to fuck you in here. I want the world to see what should be. I want you to concentrate on how right we feel together. If lust is what you want from me, then lust is what I'll give you. But when no one else can satisfy you..."
One hand moved to her stomach, sliding down over her thigh and lifting the cotton dress. His fingers slid into the front of her panties, her breath catching as she whimpered.
"When no one else can satisfy... come back to me. Come find me and when you're ready to plead for it, I'll be ready to give all of myself to you."
He slid his fingers deep into her wetness, Lisa crying out and arching against him. The firm press of his body against hers left her weak and far more needy than she ever remembered being.
He pulled his hand from her, licking at his finger just over her shoulder. "Lust says you don't come until I'm ready for you to. Love would beckon me to make it happen for you over and over, denying myself for you until you were close to breaking."
He reached back and pulled her skirt up, yanking down her panties angrily. She cried out, his movements filled with meaning that she couldn't take hold of. He unzipped his pants and pulled her back, filling her completely.
"Oh God," she whispered, pressing against the glass to get more of him. He took hold of her hips and pounded into her over and over, his cries beautiful, filled with the same emotions that tore her apart.
Pleasure mixed with emotional pain as she turned to look out at the world, the city living far more than she was.
"Lust, hmmm? You just want lust from me. A casual hard fuck." He jerked her hard against him, groaning against her hair. "Just sweaty fucking and nothing else. Don't want me to hold you? To take care of you?"
He wrapped his arms around her waist, one hand moving to press between her breasts, the other sliding back into the front of her panties to press the top of her sex. She whimpered again, hating the sound of it.
"Don't want me to trap you beneath me? To whisper how much I need you. How your smell drives me mad, your smile lights me on fire. None of that, hmmm?" He pulled from her and stepped back, pulling her hips and moving her to the middle of the elevator.
She started to turn, but he stopped her, his hand pushing on the top of her back as she bent over and reached for the bar on the wall. Holding herself up she felt like a whore, like something he would use and leave.
"Stop." She looked over her shoulder at him. The expression on his handsome face breaking her heart. He slid his hand in her hair and pulled hard as his elbow pressed to the center of her back.
"No. This is what you wanted. Just fucking. I'm down." He slid back inside of her as she arched her back. The pleasure was far more rewarding than the pain of his lesson. She pushed back, rolling her hips and bringing him to climax within minutes.
His voice rolling over the back of her as he groaned his pleasure. He touched her with shaky hands, his lesson for the evening having broken him as much as her. She pulled away from him, and tugged her dress down.
She didn't look at him as she pressed the buttons on the panel of the elevator. He moved to touch her and she jerked from him.
"Don't."
The elevator opened and she moved back, lifting her hand to motion for him to leave. "Your floor. Have a good night."