Star Crossed Lovers

Chapter 11 ~ Micah

The elevator clinged and clanged as it made its way down to the lobby. I stood in one corner and Sophia stood in the other. I think we were both fearing getting caught. But there was an element of danger to that. She is like my prey. I seize her up. Her warm kissable lips that molded to my perfectly.  Her soft breasts fit perfectly in my hands as I squeezed and tugged at them with my lips. Her taut stomach. Her legs so strong as they cling helplessly to my body. Our bodies messing perfectly together as I slide in and out of her, hard and fast, rhythmically, sensually. Fucking hell!

I couldn't take it anymore. I pounced on her, pushing her up against the elevator. Our bodies as one. I pushed her arms up above her head as I grind into her hard, holding her in place. Sophia gasped in surprise. I grin at her as her lips mid in crushing, searing, toe curling kiss. Tongues me in our sensual duel, tasting, feeling each other erotically. Oh god. I just want to delve deeply inside her and never leave her warm depths.

But then the elevator dinged and I stepped back on my side of the elevator so fast my head spun. Damn, that was fucking hotter than hell.

An elder couple stepped into the elevator in front of us. I glanced over at Sophia, she was grinning at me, her breathing labored, as she tried to gain her breath. She was beautiful in that moment with the light cascading around her, giving her an angelic glow.

The elderly lady, she was dressed in a colorful muumuu and her hair pulled back in a severe bun, glanced over at each one of us, and giggled at us. "I was young once too." It was as if she'd know what we were up to just moments before the elevator opened.

"Oh, I remember that so well." The old man glanced back at me with a knowing look. "Like it was yesterday. Took my wife right in an elevator just like this."

"Oh Frank. It was yesterday." She giggled as she looked loving up at her husband.

This couple had to be in their 80's and still fucking. Shook my head. Couldn't believe it. Hope I was still able to get my dick up then.

The elevator stopped with a jolt and the doors freaked open.

"You're never to old to have a little kinky sex in public, son!" The old man said as he and his wife exited the elevator laughing.

Sophia and I burst out laughing as the doors closed. We moved closer to one another, our hands touching. The connecting strong. Palpable. I feel like we have to keep touching.

The elevator began its decent to the next level. We were content touching, not saying a word, till the elevator hit the lobby, the door opened, and made our way to the exit. When we made into the night air, the cars and people bustling as if it were stay day time.

Hailing the first cab I seen, we waited till it came to a stop as I reached for the handle, and pulled the door open. Sophia slide in and I slide in after, still maintaining out contact.

"Where ya headin?" The cab driver asked.

"O'Sullivan's!"

The car pulled away from the curb and drove down the street. O'Sullivan's was a hole in the wall dive Irish pub. Not many people frequented in the evening. It was perfect place for Sophia and I to talk.

It took about ten minutes to get there. The street was basically deserted. The cab stopped at the curb. The neighborhood looked like any other lined with big brownstones . They looked like sleeping giants in the night. Some where lit up and some where not. Sophia open the door and stepped out. I followed.

"I never knew this was here."

The window on the second floor had the O'Sullivan name on the front in bright green neon letters. We made her way up the steps. When I reached for the door, I turned the knob to open it. She walked in with me behind her. It was reconstructed brownstone. It was a open. The stairs and walls gone. A long wooden bar with a mirror behind it. Mismatched table and chairs haphazardly placed about. The walls had pealing pant and old wallpaper on it. There were pictures of people from Ireland all over them.

We stayed away from the window and headed back of the dive for some privacy. It was dark and romantic.

Pulling her chair out for her, Sophia sat down, and I took the chair opposite of her. The waiter came out. He knew me from before, but I said nothing. He was a big burly guy with white hair, dressed in a white tee shirt and jeans. "What can I get for you?"

"Red wine." Sophia smiled up at him.

"I'll take the same."

The waiter disappeared over to the bar and I leaned in, taking her in mine, and caressing it. Her hand was so small, so soft. Perfect.

"Micah, what are we going to do?" There was a hint of desperation in her voice.

"What can we do? We hide. We take precautions. We make sure we aren't seen in public together. Meet when we can."

"What about Mary?"

"Don't worry about Mary."

The waiter brought our wine over, setting it front of us. Reluctantly, I release Sophia's hand.

"Have you decided on your meal?"

"Cheeseburgers and fries!" I took a drink of my wine.

"Very well." The waiter glanced at Sophia. "For you too, ma'am?"

"Yes, thank you!"

The waiter disappeared.

I continued on carefully, determinedly. "I don't trust Mary. I don't like not knowing what she could do us. Then there's the studio. I'm scared Micah. I am scared they will try to break us up."

If I had to admit to it, I was scared about all of the above. This would be a pr nightmare. All the lies we are going to have to say. I will have to appear with Mary and make it seem like all is well when it wasn't. Of course fans will see through that. They're observant.

I reached for her hand, "Whatever happens, we stick together. We don't let anyone let tear us apart. No matter what, I will always protect you. I won't let anyone hurt you. No matter who it is. We will get through this, baby." I squeezed her hand reassuringly, letting her know. She squeezed back.

"We should probably lay low after this." Sophia jerked her head toward the waiter at the bar. "Her might be listening."

Glancing over at the guy, I realized she was right. I really didn't like being away from her long. "We will keep in constant contact. Phone, text, Skype, FaceTime, whatever. I don't want to loose anytime with you!"

"Me either!"

Our food came and we began our meal.

TBC