Nothing's Sweeter than Candy (11 page)

“I hope you don't mind this last stop before dinner. I promised my parents I'd look in on their place while they're away. It won't take but a minute.” Brice's parents owned a penthouse above the high-rise hotel residences of the St. Regis Atlanta Hotel. Each residence featured expansive, open spaces with high ceilings, private outdoor terraces, and breathtaking views of the city.

The two entered the private lift that would take them to the top floor.

“Of course I don't mind. Besides, this is nice. I've never been inside a private elevator before. I'm impressed.”

“Good. Then my plan is working.”

“What plan is that?”

“To blatantly entice you with extravagant material trappings, of course.” Brice leaned against the side of the elevator with a slight smile on his face and both hands stuffed deep inside his pockets. “The idea is to distract you with shiny trinkets and pretty baubles to keep you from looking too closely at the man. Otherwise,” he reached out to tuck that one stubborn and unruly curl back in place behind her ear, “you might see all his faults and find him sorely lacking.”

Candace smiled up at him, leaned in close, and draped her arms around his neck, pressing her body flush against him.

“I've got news for you. It's too late,” she murmured under her breath as she sensuously moved against him, no longer able to resist the intoxicating pull of his erotic scent. “I've already seen your flaws. The only ‘pretty bauble' I'm interested in at the moment is the tall blue-eyed Ice King standing in front of me.”

So far, she'd been a good girl. She'd kept her distance. She'd held up her end of the conversation and laughed at the appropriate moments, all while looking but not touching. She'd tried her darnedest to ignore those broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and flat abs hidden beneath his shirt, and that impressive bulge in his pants. But standing together in this tiny space filled with the smell of his cologne, was asking too much of a hot blooded sexually frustrated woman. The memory of his hard length pressed tight against her bottom made her body tingle with desire and her thighs spasm. The crackling undercurrents that sparked from being too close to a live wire made her positively weak in the knees.

It was a waste of precious time to fight the urge, and she was done with trying. She simply had to wrap her body around his, caress him with her hands, and put her mouth on him.
I just need a taste, that's all. I'm sure a taste will be enough.
The elevator slowed and eased to a gentle stop on the floor of his parents' residence. The doors opened momentarily, and then silently glided shut.

She tugged his face toward her pursed lips and lightly pressed a string of kisses along his cheek. Savoring his scent in her nose and the taste of him on her lips, she adjusted her hold as her lips traveled the curve of his jaw on a journey to his mouth. With her fingers tangled in his hair, she stroked the back of his neck and urged him forward toward her skimming lips.

He opened his mouth and allowed her tongue to sweep inside. She searched, tasted, and thrust deep, stroking the roof of his mouth and his tongue. Now with her feet set solid onto the path, there'd be no stopping.

She reached her arms inside his suit coat to encircle his body and press closer into his heat. Her hands slid down his back, flowed over every muscle, traced every ridge, and tingled with each discovery. She paused for a moment, her heart beating wildly, waiting to be admonished for her bold behavior. When no reprimand came, they glided lower to caress and grip his firm bottom. She pushed full against his rising arousal and rubbed her lower half across the bulge as it thickened and grew. The feel of his solid flesh triggered tremors of desire that rushed through her body and caused her nipples to pucker and point.

Her heart pounded hard against her chest, and her core ached and pulsed with the need to feel him, hard, thick, and buried deep inside her. Desire flooded her body in a thundering tide that washed away lingering thoughts of hesitation or denial, dragging her dangerously close to the edge. Her temperature rose, and she allowed herself to get lost in the heat. Her need made her more aggressive. She pushed her face into his neck and lapped and teased his frantically beating pulse, adding fuel to his desire. Their breathing grew excited and hurried.

Suddenly, his arms closed around her like a vice and held her tight and immobile. She was elated by his unbreakable strength; every one of her senses was engaged. Her head was spinning and her nerves felt sensitive and raw. Her body surged into his and forced him backwards against the wall. Her breasts flattened against him, and her nipples, hard as bullets, poked and speared his chest. Braced against him for leverage, her hands went on an uninterrupted exploration. She gripped his arousal through his pants and rubbed, pulled, and stroked, making him moan as she devoured him with kisses and seared him with her passion.

She unzipped his pants and boldly reached inside to hold and fondle his engorged flesh, then gingerly tugged to set it free. It felt velvety smooth, hard, and hot to the touch, and it jumped and throbbed in her palm, weeping his silky liquid surrender. She clutched his shaft and lightly stroked it up and down before she delved deeper inside and gently cupped his balls. His head dropped forward, and he released his hold and leaned back against the wall, resting his hands on the railing and letting it support his weight.

“Candace.” He emitted a low groan. A thin film of perspiration was visible across his forehead. “I can't think with my dick in your hands.”

“Thinking is a highly overrated activity,” she absently remarked as her fingers lightly grazed the head of his cock and softly squeezed his balls. “Have you ever had elevator sex, Brice?” she whispered in his ear, her warm tongue caressing his lobe and her soft hand stroking and pulling upon his still-stiffening shaft. “It can be a fascinating experience.”

“I—can't say that I've had the pleasure,” he choked out in a voice low and hoarse.

“You poor, poor deprived man,” she breathed into the hollow of his neck. She impatiently loosened the buttons of his shirt and snatched it open to reach the hard surface and his smooth skin. She licked her way down his torso and teased his flat nipples with her tongue and teeth, continuing downward over the ridge of muscles that led the way to his navel. She paused at the top of his belted waist and looked up at him, her eyes ablaze with incredible hunger.

“Candy's going to show you what you've been missing.”

She pulled his shirttail out of his pants and pressed her breasts against his warm, naked flesh. The nest of soft, fine chest hairs and bared skin brushed against the exposed skin above her satin camisole and sent a tingling sensation racing down her body, eliciting a small breathy moan. She repeated her trip down his torso and continued her sensual assault until she had his pants unbelted and hanging loose at his hips. She stared at his enlarged member and smiled before lowering her head for that long-awaited taste. His knees weakened at the gentle swipe of her tongue. She grinned in silent triumph, drew his tip into her mouth, and suckled.

His fingers automatically threaded through her hair and pulled her head down onto his shaft, and she eagerly followed his silent command. She wrapped her hand around his enlarged cock and drew it in and out of her mouth, evoking from him a ragged breath and throaty groan. She took him deeper, sucked him harder, and licked him like ice cream on a stick. His legs stiffened as he pulled her head urgently up and down onto his shaft—his head thrown back and groaning his pleasure. Then abruptly, without warning, Brice pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her, breathing heavily and gripping her tight. She felt the pounding of his heart as it thudded hard against his chest and hers.

Suddenly, he whirled her around and pushed her hard against the back wall and pressed his throbbing cock at the juncture between her thighs. He buried his head in her neck, trembling and taking in large, gulping breaths, fighting a losing battle for control over his desire. She knew he'd lost that fight when he snatched her skirt up, pulled her underwear down, and thrust his fingers into her wet opening.
Yes!
She nearly collapsed from the contact as his fingers plunged inside her and his thumb rubbed circles across her aching clit.
Finally, the Ice King is melting.

He'd gone beyond melting; he'd changed from a polar icecap to a raging volcano in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly stripped her underwear off and wedged himself between her legs again. With unbelievable strength, he lifted her up and pulled her down upon his erection, impaling her onto his shaft. He drove deep with the first thrust, so deep the sensation nearly took her over the top right then and there.

He spread her legs wider and pushed further inside and pumped his hips repeatedly with quick, mindless thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed his body with everything she had, pulling him in up to the hilt and riding him hard. Her head and shoulders were pressed against the wall, which she allowed to support her weight. Brice slammed into her over and over, hard and fast, pushing uncontrollably into her slick, hot heat. She gave as well as she got, meeting his assault and grinding him to the base of his shaft. She held on to her dwindling sense of control for as long as she could, but as her approaching orgasm went beyond her control, she let herself go. And she pulled him over the edge with her, free-falling into the depths until they hit the current that took them faster and further than she'd ever been. They rode the wave to a mind-blowing climax that left Candace weak and gasping for air and their clothes damp with perspiration and hanging in disarray.

When his breathing was under control, Brice loosened his grip on her thighs and eased away from the wall to allow Candace to untangle her legs and stand upright. The two of them swayed precariously on weakened legs, then slid to the elevator floor. They were the perfect picture of what happens when lust is allowed to take control—him with his pants down around his knees, she with her skirt up around her waist.

“Are you okay?” he asked between breaths, as he looked down into her upturned face.

“Yes,” she huffed back at him. “Barely.”

“You were right. That was a hell of an experience. I'll never look at an elevator the same way again.” There was a broad grin stretched across his face.

“I have a confession to make.” She sat up and bit her bottom lip, suddenly uncharacteristically shy, her eyes darting off to the side. “Um, I've never actually had sex in an elevator before—only fantasies. This was my first time.”

Brice stared at her for a moment in wide-eyed wonder, and then exploded into astonished laughter. “You could have fooled me. Damn, woman, you sure are full of surprises. I can't wait to find out what else is going on in that creative little mind of yours.”

“Believe me, you don't want to know.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, and gently turned her head toward him to look into her eyes. He smiled down at her as he brushed stray tendrils of wet hair back from her sweat-dampened cheeks. She was captivated by the warmth she now saw in his eyes. “I want to know. I want to know everything about you, but for now, we should probably get into the apartment.” He frowned as he looked down at their now sweaty and badly wrinkled clothing. “I have a feeling our dinner plans may have been put on hold.” He struggled to his feet and reached to help her up as well. Chuckling to himself, he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt, but didn't bother to close his shirt.

The elevator had stopped directly in front of the large double door entry to the suite. Brice fumbled in his pockets for the key, then opened the doors to reveal one of the largest expanses of open living space Candace had ever seen.

“Wow,” she uttered in a low voice as her jaw dropped in wonder.
This is something out of a magazine for the rich and famous.
She stood still and took in the size and amazing view from the entry all the way to the terrace beyond. The living room, if it could be called that, looked large enough to hold at least twenty to thirty people comfortably. The dining section could be seen to the right, along with another smaller sitting area with a full bar and barstools. The entire view was alive with vibrant colors of multiple shades of red, gold, black, and brown and various textures of silk, wool, and weave. The architectural design consisted of marble floors, granite counters, beautiful columns and arches, molding, chandeliers, recessed lighting, and enormous, artfully decorated lamps. The walls were covered with several beautiful artistic pieces, and the floors were covered with equally artistic handcrafted rugs. The place looked like a freaking palace.

“Yeah, it's really something, isn't it?” His voice held a touch of pride. “Although he's retired, my dad still likes to entertain visitors and host small parties. You should see it when it's filled with people.”

Candace looked around in starstruck wonder, until her eyes fell upon their disheveled reflections in a mirror that took up the entire wall on the left side of the foyer. “I think our plans for dinner are ruined.” She stared in horror at the sight. “We can't possibly go out in public looking like this.”

“I'm inclined to agree.” Brice laughed softly at the expression on her face. “I have an idea. Let's get out of these clothes, take a shower, and order dinner from the hotel restaurant. They can deliver a gourmet meal for two, and we can even stay the night if we want.”

“Stay the night? In your parents' home?” Candace crossed her arms and gave him a look that clearly said he was out of his mind. “I don't think so.”

“I told you, they're traveling. Besides, I stay here off and on all the time. I still have my own room. Come on. I'll show you, and we can clean up and change into something comfortable. I'll call down for dinner.” He paused and looked at their clothes again. “And the laundry service.”