Elevator Pitch (Hapless In Love #1)

40. Tinted Windows

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tinted windows

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | January 19, 2024

I open her door, biting the inside of my cheek to hide my smile. As she gets settled in, I reach over and buckle her seat. I hear her breath hitch, and I turn my head toward the sound. Her proximity intoxicates me. I want to kiss her right now.

I want to kiss her and bring her home with me. I don’t think she’d go for that, though.

We stay like this for a moment. I move in closer, lips hovering over hers—waiting for her to give me something, anything to let me know that this is okay. Her eyes glitter, her chest rising and falling heavily. “Sel—” I’m interrupted by her grabbing the back of my neck and her lips colliding with mine.

This kiss feels like the northern lights breathing life into me I never knew. I feel reborn. I’ve kissed before, but it’s never been like this. I’m hungry for her, and I’ve been starving for weeks, desperate for her taste and attention, willing to take anything she’ll offer.

This feels different from the kiss in her apartment. This one holds promise. She lets out a moan, and I swallow it, taking everything she’s comfortable giving me right now. Her hands start moving over me, and that’s when I realize that I am standing on the curb leaning over this woman who’s kissing the life out of me, and my dick is straining in my pants.

I need to get her home NOW.

I come up for air and say, “I want to keep this going with you, but I think it’d be best if we were alone. Would you be okay with that?”

“Yes,” she says, catching her breath, her lips swollen and red. “I’m so—” I interrupt her unnecessary apology with another kiss, twisting my tongue around hers and nipping her lip as I pull away.

“Stop apologizing, Sunflower. You don’t need to do that anymore. With me or anyone else.”

“Okay.”

I kiss her forehead before closing the door and rounding the car to my side.

I settle in, warm up the car, and pull my phone out of my pocket. I open the Kiwi Music app and hand my phone to her. She doesn’t take it and looks at me incredulously. “Tell me how you’re feeling right now with a song.”

“Just one?”

“As many songs as you need to express yourself. I think this is the best way for you to share what really goes on in that beautiful head of yours when words don’t seem like enough.” Her face softens, and she accepts my phone, ignoring the shock that occurs whenever our hands touch. She ponders for a moment before typing away, and she is making a playlist. It’s not lost on me how much her face lights up at the action.

Uh oh, we have something that brings joy to the great Selah Bailey.

I pull out of the parking spot and start the drive home, working overtime to contain my excitement that she would like to go home with me. Of course, she could shy away again and change her mind, which will crush me, but I’ll respect it. She’s leading the way with this, and I won’t press her .

She breaks the silence after a few moments. “You ready?” she says, holding up my phone.

“I’m all ears.”

She presses play, and I keep my eyes on the road, but can see her anxiously awaiting my reaction in my peripheral. The song has a funky beat, and the singer’s voice has a unique rasp. I’ve never heard it before, but I love it, and then I hear the line she must’ve been waiting for me to react to. It’s about desire and how eager you are to get that person alone. My eyebrows shoot up, and peer over at her. She returns my gaze with a simmering heat, as if she, too, is trying to contain herself. I notice her shift in her seat and squeeze her thighs together, seeking friction.

I feel her pain, and if she keeps it up, we may not even make it home before I pull over and bury myself deep inside of her. I reach over and grip her thigh, hoping my touch puts her at ease.

We’re about fifteen minutes out.

Another song comes on. I don’t know this one either, but it’s another funky beat, and the vocals are smooth. I like it. It’s about taking your time to please your partner, planning for it to take all night long. Good to know she and I are on the same page because she won’t be tapping out until I allow it. She moves my hand before squirming around in her seat. My eyes are on the road, but I turn the music down and ask her if she’s alright.

“I’m fine,” she says while visibly shifting around still. I notice her leaning forward and picking something up off the floor. She giggles, placing something in my lap. We finally get to a stoplight, and I glance down, doing a double take. It’s panties. Her panties. I’m shocked.

She took her panties off in my car and put them in my lap.

Fuck.

This woman drives me wild.

I look over at her, and she’s biting her lip, a simmering flame burning bright in her irises.

I grab the sopping panties, balling them in my hands before sniffing them, keeping our gazes locked. Her breath hitches .

The light changes, and I drop the panties in my lap, setting my foot on the gas. I reach over to rest my hand on her thigh once again, this time slipping my hand beneath the hem of her dress. She lets out a soft moan at my touch. Goosebumps erupt over her body, and I smile to myself.

Another song stands out to me on this playlist she made. I turn the music up to listen closely, and I hear the line loud and clear. The song is about wanting your partner to choke you during sex.

She surprises me again.

My kinky little sunflower. I love this side of her.

“There’ll be plenty of that tonight, Princess. Don’t you worry.”

She gasps and covers her mouth as if that could hide her blushing.

She moves my hand toward her aching center.

Ten minutes out.

I angle my head toward the panties resting in my lap. “I should gag you with these for teasing me while I’m driving. I’d like to get you home in one piece before you fall apart.”

She parts her lips, and I stop her before she speaks.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me,” I say firmly.

I pat her thigh. “Spread them.”

Opening up for me, her thighs part, granting me access. I glide through her lips, gathering arousal on my fingers. I take my hand away, and she shudders at the distance. I suck her juices off my hand, letting out a loud pop.

She whimpers, eyes pleading for me. “So needy.” I grant her the attention she needs by slipping a digit inside, and she clenches around it in response.

Fuck .

“You’re so wet for me.”

Throwing her head back in pleasure, her moans fill the car. It’s better than any song she could play for me. Eyes locked on the road and one hand pumping in and out of her sweet pussy, I can’t think of a better way to have ended my night.

Thank God for tinted windows.

Focusing on getting us home safely while she’s using me for pleasure isn’t an easy feat. She deserves my undivided attention, and she will receive it once we get home. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Show me how you’ll take my dick.”

She shudders at my words as she becomes even wetter if that is possible. She grinds faster, the sounds of her wetness filling the car. I don’t even hear the music at this point. If it stopped, I couldn’t tell.

She digs her nails into my forearm as she bucks against my hand. She’s close.

Three minutes out.

“Come for me, Princess,” I urge, curling my fingers until I hit her sweet spot, building her pleasure to earn my reward. She detonates gracefully, crying out my name amongst other unintelligible words. I only caught a glimpse of it. I’ve seen monuments, masterpieces, and the seven wonders of the world, and they are nothing compared to her.

One minute out.

She rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm on me, rubbing softly over the half-moons she dug into my arm to soothe the sting. A silent apology . I won’t give her shit for it this time. I pull into the parking garage and park before I retrieve my hand, teasing it over her lips. “Suck.” She obeys, twirling her tongue until she licks my fingers clean.

Fuck .

Eager to taste her climax, I reach over to swipe through her lips, collecting arousal, placing each finger in my mouth, indulging in her. Our eyes lock, and a raging fire burns in hers, chest rising and falling with each pant. I can't wait to see her shatter for me again and again.

I lean in close. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Ready to do that again?”

She grabs my face as her lips take mine.

I capture her moans as quickly as they escape, my hands tangled in her curls. Our tongues tango, battling for power, and I succumb, savoring her flavors and meeting each stroke of her tongue.

I’ve never cared much for kissing before, and I’m convinced that’s because it wasn’t with her.

Clawing at my shirt, she tries to undress me. I stop her hand and place soft kisses on her palms.

I help her adjust her dress, making sure she has her clutch before we exit the car. While pocketing her panties, I tell her to stay put as I grab the bags and come around to let her out. She grabs my hand, which catches me off guard, and holds it as we make our way to the elevator in the garage. Pressing the button with my other hand, we wait for the elevator to arrive at our level.

I lean in close and whisper in her ear, “I know you’re ready for me to take you home. If you’ll be a good girl for the elevator ride, you’ll be rewarded with my tongue. How’s that sound?”

She draws in a breath and responds with a hum.

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl for me.”

She exhales in annoyance from me teasing her out in the open, but I can’t help it.

“I’ll be a good girl only if you stop teasing me.”

“Well, that isn’t going to happen,” I say in a playful tone. She grumbles to herself while crossing her arms over her chest as we wait.

I chuckle to myself and put my hands in my pockets, toying with her panties, smiling to myself because she’s about to find out how badly I want her.

The elevator dings, and she looks up at me curiously before strutting inside, her ass swaying with each step. Her curves in that dress have me biting my lip as I follow behind, standing beside her. She steals another glance over her shoulder, but this one is full of hunger and anticipation .

Once the doors shut, my lips are on hers. This kiss is rough and unrelenting as we fight for dominance, but I don’t let up. I coax her mouth open with gentle licks, desperate to taste her again. She moans and lets me in as I grip the back of her neck with my free hand.

She presses herself against me, feeling my strained dick through my pants, and I hiss in response. She stands on the tips of her toes, trying to reach me, grabbing my clothes to bring me closer. I’m certain we aren’t close enough. I need to be inside her.

The elevator stops suddenly on the sixth floor, and the doors open. We’re caught with none other than Estelle standing there, all dolled up.

We scramble at the sight of her to resume standing side by side when she wears a look of amusement as she assesses us. “Well, don’t stop on my behalf. You two go ahead. I’ll wait for the next one.” She steps back and gives us a wave before the doors shut.

“She’s going to want to talk about this tomorrow.”

“You think?”

“I feel like I should give you something to brag about then.”

She peers up at me with an intrigued look. “For once, I won’t argue with you.”

“I’ll be sure to enjoy it while it lasts.”

She snorts before staring at the numbers ascending on the screen, assuming she’s nervous about the possibility of another interruption from a neighbor who won’t be as understanding as Estelle is.

I place my hand on the small of her back in an attempt to soothe her, and she nestles into me. I smile at the contact as my hand travels up her back and settles on her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. I lean down to press a soft kiss on the top of her head, and she sighs contentedly.

Selah is coming home with me tonight.