His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Three

"Can you do one more thing for me?"

Maria pulled her lips to one side, puzzled. What else could he possibly have in mind? An image of his hard cock popped into her mind. Was he going to ask her to suck him? She's never done that before, never wanted to. But in the privacy of the elevator, she found herself licking her lips at the possibility. The darkness surrounding them and his presence were bringing out the forbidden desires of her heart. Thoughts that she never gave much attention to were resting on her lips, waiting to be spoken or acted upon.

"Hmm?" she said.

"Taste yourself."

How was she supposed to do that? She didn't bend that way. "How?"

"Your fingers. I want you to suck your finger and tell me how you taste."

"I..uhh..." She stared at her unseen hand, debating on whether she should do as he asked. The suggestion was oddly exciting, yet it felt strange to even contemplate the idea. She's never tasted anyone before, let alone herself.

"Please. Do it for me?"

Taking her middle finger, she slid it between her lips, tasting her sweet salty flavor. She moaned slightly as she thought of him tasting her and contemplated letting her finger pass between his lips.

"What do you taste like?" he asked.

"Like a sweet and salty bar."

"You're making me want to taste you."

Maria swallowed hard. "I think I want you to, too."

"God, girl. I'm so hard over here it isn't funny."

There was a little bit of rustling from his corner of the elevator, but she wasn't sure what he was doing. Should she help him with his problem?

"Did you want me to...you know." She couldn't say the words.

Just then they heard a pounding on the elevator door. "Are you guys okay in there?"

"Saved by the shout," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"We're trapped," she yelled back.

"Just stay calm. Help is on the way."

Giddy with excitement, she flicked on the light on her phone and glanced over at him, his hand was firmly gripping his erection.

"Oh gosh." She stared at it a moment, then her phone hit the linoleum floor, covering them in darkness again.

Well, that answered her question as to what he was doing and by the cocky grin on his face, he appeared to be glad that she caught a glimpse. "You could have warned me," she muttered.

"Sorry," he said, a full on grin hid behind his words.

"Ya, sure you are."

He chuckled, the deep husky sound burrowed deep within her. She liked that sound and it made her stomach do the twist. It had to be the elevator that was making her respond this way.

Being trapped was doing something different to her for a change. She hadn't felt this way when her brother locked her in her closet on the nights he was supposed to be babysitting her.

Being in the dark with Sylvester was different, not as frightening, which made no sense to her since he was an absolute stranger. Maybe it was because he was a stranger and she'd likely never see again that made what she was doing a lot easier.

"Have you ever seen a man touch himself?" he asked.

"No," she squeaked, taking refuge back in her corner of the cabin.