This Way To Hell - Chapter Two
Chapter Two
As soon as Lindsay had pulled him into one of the cubicles and flipped the lock on the door, she found herself pinned against it with Danny’s lips fused to her own. Quietly moaning his name, her hands roamed all over his broad shoulders and back, pulling him even closer, desperate to feel him pressing into her. After a few moments had passed and she grew dizzy from lack of oxygen, she gently eased him backwards, breaking their kiss.
“Montana…”
If possible, his voice was even huskier than before and it made her tremble with anticipation of what they were about to do. Keeping her eyes firmly fixed on his baby blues, she slipped her hands between them and began working on unbuckling his belt and popping the top button on his jeans.
Lindsay smiled with satisfaction when he growled in the back of his throat at the first touch of her hand on his hardened length. “Like that?”
“Uh huh,” he choked as he looked at her through heavy lidded eyes. “Feels so good.”
Pushing up onto her tiptoes, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and then grazed it with her teeth while she began pumping his throbbing cock in her fist; swiping her thumb over the head to collect the precum she could feel pooling there and using it to aid her ministrations.
“Christ!”
“Shhh,” she cajoled. “You need to be quiet.”
“It’s kinda hard when you’re doing that,” he told her, a smirk tugging at his lips. Cradling her face in his palm, Danny ran his thumb back and forth over her cheekbone before slanting his mouth over hers and kissing her hard; his tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she parted them for him.
As they kissed, they worked together to push his pants and boxers down his hips and Lindsay gasped with surprise when he suddenly lifted her up into his arms; her legs automatically wrapping around his waist which pushed her skirt higher up her thighs and brought their lower bodies into more direct contact.
His upper body was keeping her in place against the cool metallic door and she released a pleasure-filled sigh when, after pulling her panties aside, he began caressing her wet heat.
“Like that?” Danny asked, throwing her earlier words back at her.
“God, yes!” she mumbled, her fingertips digging into his shoulders as she already felt the first stirrings of her orgasm.
“You sure you want to do this here?” he teased, laughing at the heated glare she gave him. Before she could reprimand him, he covered her mouth with his own just as he thrust into her, holding still for a moment so they could savour the sensation of being so intimately joined.
The way she was rhythmically clenching and releasing her pelvic muscles around his shaft almost caused Danny’s eyes to roll into the back of his head. He broke the kiss as the need for air became too strong to ignore and he buried his face in the nook between her neck and shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent as his hips rocked into her. While he was thoroughly enjoying the dangerous, illicit nature of their current location, he wished they were back at his apartment – or hers, he wasn’t fussy – where he could feel every inch of her naked body against his own.
“Harder…” Lindsay pleaded, her hold on him tightening as she drew ever closer to the edge.
He was only too happy to comply and slightly shifting the angle of his hips, he made sure the base of his cock rubbed against her clit on every down-stroke.
“Fuck!” Lindsay cried, her lower body undulating against his at an even faster pace.
“Shhh,” he whispered against her lips before seizing them in a dirty, hungry kiss. His hands kneaded her shapely, panty-clad ass in time with his movements and it wasn’t long before he felt the telltale tingle in the base of his spine. Wanting her to reach her crescendo before him, he doubled his efforts and releasing one of his hands from her butt, he brought it up to her breast and massaged it over her shirt, tugging on her diamond hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. If they weren’t at work, her shirt would’ve been discarded a helluva long time ago, he thought to himself.
“I’m so close,” she panted, holding on for dear life as she felt the tight knot in her belly start to unravel. Burying her face against Danny’s shoulder, she sunk her teeth into him in an attempt to muffle her sounds as she suddenly climaxed. She could sense from his own ragged breathing and indecipherable murmurs that he wasn’t far behind and she, once again, squeezed her feminine muscles around him, coaxing him towards his own culmination.
Bracing a hand against the cubicle door above his girlfriend’s head, he pounded into her even harder before his body seized up and he exploded inside of her, her name falling from his lips as he did so. His body slumped against hers, the exhaustion quickly setting in and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.
“What’s so funny?” he mumbled, his hot breath puffing against her neck.
“Nothing… It’s just… you sound like you could fall asleep at any second yet we’ve still got several hours of our shift left. You are so screwed!”
“Hey, you’re the one that dragged me in here… I was just mindin’ my own business.”
Lindsay’s mouth fell open in shock at his blatant lie… well, half-lie. She did drag him into the cubicle but that was only after he’d gotten her so worked up. “Right… your hand up my skirt was you minding your own business, huh?”
“In a manner of speakin’,” he said, smirking at her. Lowering his head, he kissed her soft and slow, his tongue curling around her own and drawing it into his own mouth. His eyes flew open when a second later he felt her pushing him away instead of pulling him in closer. “What’cha doin’?”
“We’ve got to get back to work, Danny. I’m sure someone’s out there wondering where we’ve both gotten to and I—”
Danny kissed her again, cutting off whatever she was going to say next before reluctantly retreating a moment later. “We haven’t been gone that long, Linds,” he said, trying to reassure her. He watched with rapt attention as she adjusted her clothing and ran her fingers through her honey-brown hair, trying to make herself look presentable and not as if she’d just been fucked within an inch of her life up against a bathroom door.
When she caught his look, she blushed and swatted his arm. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asked as he began straightening out his own clothes.
“Like you want to pick up where we just left off.”
“Can’t help it, babe,” he told her. Leaning forward, he kissed her cheek before saying, “How ‘bout I try and sneak out of here while you finish getting ready and grab us some lunch ‘cause I don’t know about you but I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”
Lindsay’s blush intensified at that. “You’re terrible, you know that?”
“So you keep telling me yet you still keep me around,” he joked.
“Hmm, I wonder why that is,” she mused, twining her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
“I could give you a list.”
“I’ll bet you could.”
“So, lunch?”
“Sounds good.”
Sharing one last kiss with her, he unlocked and then opened the door, sticking his head around it to make sure the coast was clear. Satisfied that it was, he quickly left and rounded the corner back to the main locker area, releasing a grateful sigh when he saw that area was also free of any of their co-workers. It would seem the Gods were on their side today.
After having taken a few deep breaths, Lindsay opened the door a couple of minutes later and left the cubicle, heading over to the washbasins where she proceeded to splash her face with cold water, hoping to cool down a little. Looking in the mirror as she patted her skin dry with a paper towel, her eyes widened in horror as she took in the redness on her face and neck from where it had grazed against Danny’s stubble. Crap! Maybe she could tell anyone who noticed that it was an allergic reaction to something.
She had a feeling she somehow wouldn’t be believed, especially with Danny walking around the lab with a Cheshire cat grin on his face. A grin that pretty much matched the one she unconsciously wore.
Fin