~Content warning of the sexual kind. If you're too young then I wouldn't but I can't stop you! Enjoy!

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2007

Age: 20

I was infatuated by him.

I mean how could I not be? He was the life model in my art class for crying out loud, I had to analyse every naked inch of him. His beautifully grey eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling as he posed. His breathing was even, controlled. The muscles in his stomach tensed every so often as he breathed. His shapely jaw was tilted upwards causing a shadow to cast a V over his neck ending between his collarbones.

I knew his name was Eddie from the various times our teacher had asked him to change pose. His medium length brunette hair was tied into a bun at the top of his head today. I glanced at my friend Miranda standing with the easel behind him eyeing him as she sketched. But then I caught her gaze flicker to his butt and she smirked up at me. Trust Miranda.

I however had the front view of him. We had three hours for this session, our media used could be whatever we wanted. I decided on a sandy background with black and white chalks. I'd drawn every inch of him focusing on the sharp crook of his nose, outlining his cheekbones, flicking in the dark shadows of his thick eyebrows. I loved drawing male figures opposed to women. Not for the obvious reason but the ridges and muscles of a mans body was more of a contrast to draw.

Eddie had been coming here for four weeks now and each session he would leave fifteen minutes before it would end. He never cast a glance or spoke to anyone. He showed no interest.

I spoke to him, well once. He was wandering the room after he'd dressed the first week and stared at my work for an immeasurable amount of time. "You like it?" I'd asked quietly.

He'd nodded, his grey eyes darting over the sketch of his face . "It's nice, yeah."

And because I was stupid and got nervous and socially awkward in situations like these I'd blurted out, "Is it something you'd hang up in your bedroom?"

Inside my head I'd already picked up a shot gun to commit suicide.

But he'd simply smirked and chuckled before strolling off to the next person.

It was a stupid crush really, he's probably a good five or six years older.

I let my gaze wander his body and pause at his most manliest area. I could never understand life models. How confident they could be with their bodies. I mean he was allowed to be confident. Stupidly allowed in fact.

"Well done Olivia, I love this particular area here." My very enthusiastic art teacher gestured toward his face on my canvas. "So accurate, almost like you're reading into an emotion. Yes, here. His mouth especially, how long did you spend on his mouth?"

My cheeks burnt a bright red when I noticed Miranda snickering at me. "Um, not long."

"Its extremely detailed. Lovely, carry on."

As I turned back to him I caught his eye. I couldn't even begin to express how awkward it is to catch the eye of a naked life model. Eddie could look right through me if he wanted to, his eyes were that piercing. And they didn't stray from me. Not even as I continued to examine his body to draw it.

Several times I caught his eye and each time he would hold my stare. It was just a tad unnerving.

He was the subject of my infatuation and had been for the last month. He was damn near perfect. Too beautiful. And he was still staring at me.

"Okay, everyone. Thank you Eddie."

Finally he broke my gaze, dropped his arms and walked away. Miranda and I cleaned up, picking up our easels and placing them with the rest. "Was he staring at you?"

"Yep." I answered quietly. "I have no idea why."

"Because Shirley praised your work about you perfecting his lips. And remember what happened last time?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know I get word vomit."

"And it doesn't help that you're an over-thinker either. Worst combination for a woman."

"You don't have to tell me that." I stuffed my pastels and chalks into my bag and started to roll up my canvas.

"Let me see it anyway. Show me-"

Miranda reached for it but I jerked it away. "No!"

"Alright, alright. I'll see you at the diner tomorrow babe, Jake is picking me up. Do you need a lift?"'

"I brought my own car today."

I watched my best friend leave, tying her short blonde hair into a ponytail. Shirley dismissed the class before running out if the door herself. I couldn't rely on anyone else but Randy. She only let me call her Randy, then again she hated it anyway. Best friends since High school and have been to this very day. She and my mother were my rocks.

I finished cleaning my hands being the last one to leave the loft, again. It was storming in New York at the moment, I didn't know why I decided to come to this class anyway. Only about five people turned up including the teacher.

I shut the lights off in the studio and walked to the elevator. As I was shutting the gate a tanned hand stopped it and pulled it back. Eddie in clothes was just as attractive as Eddie naked. He was in an extremely baggy white t-shirt, a leather jacket, a pair of Timberland boots and haggard jeans. Without a word, he shut the gate and the doors creaked close. Why was he still here anyway? He was usually long gone before any of us.

I glanced at him and smiled through the awkward silence and he smiled right back. He must have something wrong with him.

Neither of us spoke a word as the elevator jolted, moving down twenty floors.

Except it stopped at fifteen.

Both of us lost our footing and slammed back against the wall, the overhead light flickering off and a tan emergency light switching on instead. Thunder sounded outside, causing me to jump bumping my shoulder against his chest. He grunted at the impact and I cursed as he caught my shoulders to steady me. "Sorry." I murmured moving out of his large hands.

I tried the emergency phone but that didn't work. I tried my cellphone but due to the bad weather I wasn't getting any reception. "Dammit." I growled.

From the corner of my eye I watched him sit on the bench, his gaze solely on me. I tried my phone one more time before facing him with an agitated stare. He wasn't even doing anything just watching me panic and fiddle with both phones like a mad woman. "Aren't you going to try your phone?" I asked completely exasperated by his silence.

He shook his head.

Getting words from him was like getting blood out of a stone.

"Why not?" I tried again.

"If you don't have signal why would I?"

Count to ten, Liv.

I tried another five times before shrugging out of my coat and running my hands through my thick black hair. From the corner of my eye I could see he was still watching me. I tried to ignore it for the first half an hour, his eyes looking as if he were trying to, I don't know, solve a puzzle or something. I even tried to sit on the ground and shut my eyes but his stare was too hard to ignore. So finally, I stood, approached and said, "What are you staring at? Is there a problem?"

At first he remained impassive his grey eyes turning dangerously darker until he stood himself. He was at least a good four inches taller than my 5"8.

I was shocked by the proximity, my eyes darting from his stare to the mouth I'd drawn so well.

What was that look in his eye?

I opened my mouth to curse him to the depth of hell when he very hesitantly - the hesitation clearly his way of asking permission which by the way, wasn't good enough - leaned in and pecked mine.

Oh... Well, then.

My eyes widened and I ignored the slight shudder the simple peck left in its wake. My skin heated within the cold space of the elevator. How could that kiss elicit a reaction like this? But then I frowned and scowled. He may be a gorgeous man, and I may be unhealthily attracted to him but did I give him permission? "Who the hell do you think-"

And this time when he leaned forward, his grey eyes spoke to me. They were asking me to take the chance. Do something... taboo. His hands gripped my upper arms very gently as he pressed sweet, delicate kisses to the corners of my mouth. I remained slightly still, afraid of myself, afraid of my reaction to this man before me. 

But then he licked my bottom lip. It was hesitant, as if he were intrigued by what he had started. His palms moved down my arms as he continued to lick and suck as my bottom lip. His hands moved mine and linked them to the back of his neck before pulling back to watch me. He was still asking, still daring. 

I was confused, heck, I was aroused and I was sure I was showing it.

My answer back was to initiate a kiss of my own.

But now his hands were on my hips, guiding me backwards until a small grunt escaped my lips as my back hit the wall. His mouth dipped a third time and when his lips met mine I decided to, well stupidly, kiss him back. And when his tongue licked across my bottom lip, I parted my own, hesitant to meet his tongue with my own. But when it did flick into my mouth, I couldn't even control my knees weakening or control the burning inferno of lust as I thoroughly kissed him back. His taste exploded on my tongue as he leisurely met mine over and over again. Am I dreaming?

Did he even know my name? Was he acting on the fact we were alone together in a stopped elevator that could in fact start up again at any moment?

I didn't have time to ponder any of the answers when his palms grabbed my thighs and lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist. A moan escaped his lips as I felt his hardness press against my aching core. He was aroused? By me? I wasn't ugly. I'd say average unless effort was put in. I wasn't skinny but I wasn't fat; under the description of curvy I'd say. I had average blue eyes, not crystal whatever eyes with how they described it in those novels. I was a little pale, had a fuller bottom than a top lip. So what could Eddie possibly find attractive in me?

I'm over-thinking, again.

His mouth moved from mine to my earlobe and I shivered against him as he bit it.

"Olivia,"

Dear God his voice. I'd barely heard it in the past, but hearing it now when he was turned on.

Sexy. Just the sound of his voice made my stomach clench and my core pool with heat.

But then it hit me that he did know my name. Okay, Liv. Don't over think now.

The thought only lasted a moment, before he began kissing me again desperate than before, dropping me onto my feet to flick open the button of my jean. I was losing it, hell you know what? I was gone. This beautiful man wanted me as I did him. And just by the feel of him rubbing himself against me I couldn't help but mimic the movement myself, my own gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as I found that friction and stuck to it like a dog on heat.

His hands gripped my ass as he continued to grind our bodies together, my breath coming in laboured as my body responded to him.

But then he stopped. He pulled back and stared at me his dark grey eyes clear with desire probably mimicking mine. And the next thing I know he'd undone my jeans, pulled me over to the bench and maneuvered them off my legs.

"Yes," He hissed quietly before dropping to his knees and kissing my thigh. I didn't even have time to stop him before his mouth covered the material of my underwear covering my opening. A guttural moan passed through my lips and he licked a line across the v material of my underwear.

Stop this, Olivia.

But I couldn't. I was in heaven. In my life I'd been with two men. One of which tried this and I was so thoroughly unsatisfied I had to fake it just so he could hit-it-and-quit-it so I could fake it again.

The rain hitting the window was almost soothing to my ears, that is apart from the small whimpers escaping my lips. His finger began to rub my swollen nub in small, fast circles before pushing the material to the side. Mouth on skin, heat on heat... I was going to... To-

"Come." He said between my legs and almost as if he commanded it, I did. I came with all my might suppressing the moan of a life time.

He pulled his head away and stared at me in amazement.

But then all thought and rationality left me completely. I stood, grabbing him up with me and attacked his mouth, aware that I could taste myself on him and started undoing his belt and jeans. He sped along the process by removing his jacket and shirt and sped along mine as he pulled off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra.

Before I knew it we were a pool of nakedness on top of our pile of clothes grinding against one and other. His mouth covered my breast, nipping and sucking the peak until I was near breaking point again. He knew how to hit all the pleasure points! I shoved my fingers into his hair only to break the band containing his long locks. I was arching, running my fingers over the smooth flesh of his shoulder allowing him to rest between my open legs as he ran his tongue over my chest along my neck and back to my lips.

My body was humming for him to continue, to fill me and begin before I exploded just from his kiss.

"Please." I gasped when his hand ran along my rib cage and palmed my breast. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed.

The tip of his well endowed shaft nudged at my opening before he slid it across the length of my opening. Such a tease. I was becoming horribly frustrated, and I knew he knew because a deep hearty chuckle erupted from his mouth. "Be patient."

Patient?

"Yes," He grumbled beside my ear taking my hands from his back and holding them above my head. "Patient."

I didn't even care that I'd said it aloud.

He went to kiss me again but I nipped his lip and tilted my hips up to try and meet his. And finally he groaned and plunged into me. My eyes unfocused, my body shivered at the intrusion as I adjusted. Skin against skin. I was panting, writhing, I must have been a damn sight.

"God, Olivia."

Now it was my turn not to say anything.

"Look at me," He ordered and I did. He was watching me again as he moved inside of me but his eyes were... Possessive. Watching me like we really were lovers. He sped up and slowed down his thrusts, sped up again and then staying at that pace as I began to feel my climax build. He felt amazing. He felt unreal, it was almost overwhelming.

And when my orgasm hit me like a freight train, his name spilled from my lips like it was the most sacred of words I'd ever uttered. His mouth opened against my neck as he stuck to a thorough pace and climaxed with a groan himself. Eddie released my hands and I ran them through his silky hair before memory banking the muscles and curves of his body beneath my touch.

His mouth covered mine in a deep mind numbing kiss, like he was branding me.

Three things happened as I came down from my high. I'd realised what a complete moron I'd been to allow a man - stranger - I didn't know, to fuck me on an elevator floor. The second was that I actually just had sex on a, probably unclean, elevator floor, and the third was the realisation that I had to get the hell out.

He'd given me without a doubt the best sex since my sexual awakening two years ago. I didn't know how old he was for one, and I did it in an elevator what is wrong with me? In what world would this happen? This is something for pornography not reality. What had just happened is classed as taboo for crying out loud.

I needed to get out. Now. But how could I when this bloody elevator was stuck!

He pulled out of me extremely slowly and I knew he'd done it on purpose. I dressed without looking at him with shaky legs might I add and sat on the bench staring at nothing in particular. I have never done anything remotely as reckless as this. I was on the pill sure but what if he went around waiting for elevators to break down so he could screw a woman blind? I pinched my swollen bottom lip between fingers. A bad habit I'd obtained when I was young.

He shocked me by crouching down in front of me and placing his hand hesitantly on top of mine. What if he did this to every female in our class and swore them to secrecy?

Judging by the look on his Adonis-like face he looked just as shocked as I felt. So I crossed that theory off the list. His hair rested on his shoulders and his kiss swollen lips pursed. How could I still want him? Even after that spontaneous outburst of passion we'd shared I didn't feel satiated at all.

The silence was deafening. Even the storm outside had calmed. And still he didn't speak?

"Olivia," I spoke to soon. "I don't know, I still-"

The lights pinged on and the elevator finally moved.

Five more floors and the doors opened. I stood, causing him to stumble up as well and stepped out. And before I could allow him to speak, I turned to him, smiled and said one word: "Thanks."

As I hurried my footsteps out into the rain I had to contain my scream, frustration and most of all embarrassment.

...Thanks! Did I just say...thanks.

I cocked the imaginary shotgun and fired.

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