Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Love me... ❯ Stuck ( Chapter 1 )

A/N           &nbs p;     I’m lost…I’ve never felt so confused and separated from my body till now. It’s like those dreams where you’re watching everything that’s going on with your body. Watching as you try to run away from something, and at the same time screaming to get away. I’m screaming to get away, because I don’t want this. I’m watching myself from…somewhere and screaming to get away! It’s a helpless feeling and I’m not sure how to wake up this time.            &nb sp;    His hands are running down my side and it’s giving me chills, and I want to push away, but at the same time I don’t…I really don’t. I wish I knew exactly what he was thinking; I wish that was part of the dream. But I’m blind as well as lost, and it’s scary and I ‘m not sure how to get out of this situation. While I fight myself in my mind, body is on different brain waves as it continues to respond any way it wants. What a fickle body I have, I wish it could be in the same conversation as my mind. It would have punched this guy off me and walked away. But here I am plastered to the wall of an elevator with my boss…could it get better? Oh! Wait did I mention that he’s married; yeah he’s married and happy in his million dollar condo.            &n bsp;    I leave in a little apartment near China Town in Brooklyn, New York. I wake up every morning to the smell of fresh fish and honking horns, but I love it. He wakes up to his wife making him breakfast, and the quiet of his sound proof windows. And none of this would have happened if I hadn’t set my alarm for the wrong time. Then I wouldn’t have been late…or stuck in an elevator…with my boss…who’s feeling me up. But with his hands all over my back and his lips on my neck I can’t think straight and I’m falling again. His warm, rose tinted lips on my neck, nipping and sucking to leave marks. It’s bittersweet.           &n bsp;     Why me? Why am I the target of his lust? Isn’t that what his wife is for? And how many elevators break in a day? I push him back a little with my shaking hands to look at him; I mean really look at him. I want to see him laughing so that gives me a better reason to punch him in the face, or kick him in the dick.            &nb sp;    I can’t even breathe. The look I was hoping for. To get wasn’t there, it was a total opposite look from what I was hoping. His eyes burned right through me, amber sparks that set me ablaze. They were glistening, almost glittering with the light from the ceiling. But there was a sadness that I didn’t miss, something deep behind those golden irises, and it burrowed its way into my memory. I doubt I would be able to forget that look. The look that, that strong man gave me, made me lose all strength, and fall to the ground. His brow furrowed into a tight line, as if in deep thought. It was as if she was waiting on me to say something and it was obvious that I wasn’t going to. So he brought it upon himself to give my mouth something else to occupy it.              ;    It’s like he’s a predator going in for the kill, his eyes were the bait and I was walking right into it. His mouth was hot, like I was pressing my lips to a hot mug. It was inviting and I was tempted to open my mouth to him, but I resisted. I could tell he was getting impatient with me, and he began to bite my lips and lick around the edges. All the while his hands had left my waist and were making new trails, trails that burned through my clothes. “What are you doing?...” I manage to get that out, for some reason my voice isn’t working.                  He doesn’t answer; he just continues to stroke my back, up to my neck. His lips have given up on mine, leaving one more bruising nip to the bottom lip. It’ll be red in the morning, and there will be hickeys all over my neck tomorrow. As he kisses my face, my lips to my eyes, to my cheek, and to my nose. I was being showered with kisses just like in those corny romance novels, single or sexless women go crazy over. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he answers in his usual cocky attitude. I’ve been working with this guy for many years now and I still can’t stand what a smart ass he is. We used to be best friends, but he married the girl of my dreams and I resented that and refused to talk to him after that. But that was before he was promoted to take the position of Editor and Chief for The Twilight Times. A largely growing newspaper that he created and luckily some big companies got interested and bought some ad’s and stuff. “Looks like you’ve forgotten you have wife.” I snarled out “and I’m a guy, as well as your co-worker.” I think I got the point across. “I’m not thinking about her or the fact that you’re man…” he trailed off, slowly lifting the bottom of my shirt up over my belly button. The cold stagnant air of the elevator hitting my over heated body, and sending shivers down my body. “Don’t you think you should get her to do this? I’m sure she would be more willing.” I was hinting that I didn’t want to do this, but he wasn’t getting the memo and I was losing my cool fast. “Who is ‘her’?” he asked stupidly, as if he honestly didn’t know who I was talking about. How stupid and naïve does he think that I am. “Your wife stupid! The woman you married 5 years ago, promised to love and hold and not cheat on?” “I’m not thinking about her…just you.” He growled out biting a bit too hard on my neck, making me wince. “Riku!” that made him stop. He knew even after all these years that when said his name I meant business. I was tired of him pretending that the world revolved around her and he didn’t have to play by the rules of marriage. He looked at me again with those eyes. Where was the strength that I admired so much? Where had that fight and will gone within these past couple of years? He had been stripped to nothing in his eyes and it was a shell. “I haven’t wanted her; she’s not my life, my sun…my sky.” My name… Sora was Sky. What was he saying? How could he possibly say that to me, or did he even mean it? I found some strength left and push him away again, this time he staggered back and I was able to stand on my own feet. We were waiting on the other to speak, waiting for something other than silence. I wasn’t going to say anything else, he was going to speak, and he was going to explain. I wasn’t going to have my feelings hurt again and I wasn’t going to be broken again. “I know it’s horrible…but she’s never been the one I wanted. She’s been nothing more than a replacement for someone else…someone I’ve been watching for years now.” He took a step forward. “Someone who is always there to tell me I’m wrong when I think I’m right, someone who has kept my spirit alive and going, and I need that someone very much.” He took another step forward, and he’s now mere inches from me. Please don’t look at me like that, I wish the passion didn’t return to his eyes with such force I want to cry. Please don’t get so close to me, because I might break into pieces and I don’t think I can handle it. I wish I knew where this was coming from but I’m lost in the sea of words and there’s not life boat or any sign of getting out. “I need that someone very, very much…” he whispers in my ear making the hair brush against my neck. I’m losing the battle and I’m falling deeper and deeper into him. The sounds that are coming out of his mouth are driving me crazy and I might have to give in. I can’t control my hands that are gripping at his shirt tightly, trying not to let go. I wonder how much longer can this elevator be broken, and when someone will realize we’re both not in our offices.  The weird thing is, is that I don’t want to be found. I sort of want to stay here…with him. I suppose it was never his wife for either of us, I suppose it was always each other. I loosen his tie for him as he does the same for me, the silky fabric falling between my fingers to the floor. This is going to be the beginning of something wonderfully scary and beautiful at the same time. Unless I’m reading too much into it, but I really doubt that I am. I mean he started this, so I don’t I’ve read too much. I never even realized how much a really wanted to be his sky until this moment, I want to take him up and let everything fall around us. But the ground might drop from beneath me and I might not make it out unscathed, I might fall from the sky like rain. His hands running along my neck behind my head and under the collar of my shirt. I’m losing all thought at this point and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. I can’t even begin to say how good it feels at this point words won’t form or come out of my mouth. His breath is coming in short gasps, lips burning around my throat, and the heat collecting in the tight elevator. The air was tightening around us, constricting us together. I let my neck fall back against the wall, I let my arms wrap around his neck. He pulls me closer to his body, his head buried deep in my neck. I feel the buttons on my shirt twist and fall away from my body, one at a time, slow enough to make me antsy.  I can’t stop the moan that slips through my throat as he pushes his hands up my stomach. “I’m not stopping…I can’t stop.” He moaned out his hair hiding his face from me. I didn’t really like that so I pushed it away effortlessly to see the flame return. They were his eyes and they were burning right through me with such intensity. “Okay…don’t” I sigh. At that point I had no idea what I was saying, whatever was on my mind I was speaking it. But he didn’t seem to mind my brashness at all, I could feel him smirk against my bare shoulder and a chuckle arose from him. He pulled me so close that I couldn’t breathe, and he kissed his way up my neck to leave tiny pecks on my check only to dodge my lips. I’m getting annoyed. If he wants to continue he’s going to have to hurry and start or I might say no again. He seemed to hear me and latched on to my mouth with force. I was shocked and gasped which gave him an open opportunity to enter. I didn’t have time to react as he dominated the searing kiss, I couldn’t move or breathe. I finally woke up from my confused haze and wrapped my arms tighter around him, bringing his mouth closer to mine. I think he was surprised at my boldness because he gasped and flinched. But I wanted to feel more and I was trying with every way possible to get more. It was like the effect of a drug, once I had a little taste I wanted more and I was going to do anything to get a little more. His tongue skimming along mine with little pressure as if her were trying to tickle me. I get antsy and bite down on his bottom lip with enough force to make the spot red, but not enough to really hurt. He lets out a gruff, throaty moan that vibrates through both of our mouths. His mouth molten against mine, burning and melting my lips to his. I’m feeling light headed and raise my arms up and behind me to press them against the wall, his hands find mine. He only has to use one hand to pin both of mine against the wall. He suddenly gets a cocky look on his face, I’m not too worried but it’s a new one. He begins to lower himself to the floor, his hand on mine pulling me down with him till I’m sitting on the floor and he’s between my legs. My heart is racing at the thought of the elevators suddenly starting, the thought of someone seeing them while in the act. I felt the hand that was one my hip travel to the front of my jeans and his palm press down and rub. I gasp and arch my hips, the sensation driving me crazy already and he’s not even touching my dick. “I’m going to enjoy every bit of you...and you’ll continue to make those noises.” He ground out in my ear, the sound was harsh and strained. But there was that cockiness as well and I personally loved it. I heard the zipper of my pants slide down, the chilled air hitting my open boxers, with unwelcome force. I felt the button press down before it too came un-done, he leaned back and pulled my pants from my shaking legs and to the floor. He sat back for a while and looked on at my half naked form, my shirt open and my red underwear peaking from behind my arms that I wrapped around my waist. I still had some dignity it seemed, even though I was about to do something so wrong that the God’s might make this elevator drop and kill us both. He gripped my arms and moved them away so that they lay limp at my side. He then pressed his lips to my stomach the muscles underneath flexing and twitching under the feathery touch. I jumped and laughed lightly when he dipped his tongue in and around my belly button, something I had never felt or known was a new ticklish spot. My laughing stopped when his hot breathe hit my boxers, and when his lips pressed against my now hard cock. I didn’t want to make too much noise so I clasped my hands over my mouth. i felt him tug at my underwear and I lifted my hips up to make it easier for him. I saw he was about to descend upon me again, but he leaned up and whispered hotly in my ear “Beautiful”. I was amazed how that simple word made my head spin and my word flip upside down. I could write that word one hundred times and it would probably put a chill up my spin every time. I had never heard t hat from someone in my life; I’ve always told people they’re beautiful but never the other way around.  If I could write a song one hundred miles long with that word alone, that’s where I would belong, and he belongs with me. I’ve probably always wanted to be with him in some way, that’s probably why I wanted to work with him. This man in front of me with amber eyes and long silver hair has been then man I’ve wanted to be with. I was torn from my thoughts when I felt my dick surrounded by something hot and wet. I cried out from behind my hands, and my legs pushed against the ground with force, pushing myself against the wall. His mouth was latched on to me and his hand was at the shaft massaging softly. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt, how ridiculously amazing it felt. He moved his head up, using his mouth as suction, tightening when he got to the tip. He released me and looked me straight in the eyes, surprising me and making me want him even more. His hand continued to move up and down using his saliva as a lubricant. I closed m eyes and threw my head back with a gasp, my hands now scratching at the floor. He kissed my open mouth and I could taste it…I could taste myself and surprisingly it turned me on even more. I was finding out all sorts of things about myself, my likes and dislikes in the world of sex. He pulled back and lowered himself again, giving another cocky smile as he took my erection in his mouth again. I was more prepared but that didn’t stop the feeling anymore, it was still surprising and amazing. His mouth worked its way up and down my shaft, his tongue licking the tip and occasionally nipping the foreskin. I moaned and put my hands on his head, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing the silky threads to fall around his face and around my thigh. I ran my hands through his hair and I could hear as well as feel his groan from his throat, and moaned again as it vibrated his mouth and my cock. He moved his head faster and I could feel myself losing it, I could feel everything coming undone and I arched my hips up to his mouth. He rubbed the base every time his mouth went up so did his hand, so it turned into one continuous stroke. I began to lose all control and moan became cries as my body tensed ready for the explosion. But grabbed the base tightly and I screamed at the slight pain of having everything pushed back. I was gasping for air and my hands were shaking as I was losing all control of my mind. I couldn’t make sense of anything or where I really was until I looked at the silver doors and the bland white walls. He leaned back, undid his shirt, and unbuttoned his pants. He reached inside moving his boxers open and letting his dick fall out. I was getting comfortable with everything that was going on, that when I saw his dick I wasn’t shocked or scared. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I got on my knees and turned around so I was pressed against the wall and my bottom was pushed out from my body. I heard him groan and felt his hands run up my thigh, giving my balls a quick squeeze and to my lower back. His hands squeezed my butt cheeks and pulled them apart, and I moaned when the air hit my hole. He kissed the dimples on my back, down farther, and farther. I was shocked when he kissed and licked the hole, I tried to back away at the disgusting attention but he kept me still. He stuck his tongue inside and I fell forward, losing all thought that it was nasty when I felt how wonderful it felt. I was screaming in my head to not stop, to keep going even further I was ready. His tongue played with the rim and dipped inside as deep as it could. He wiggled his tongue and I thought I was going to lose control as my hips wiggling and my voice got louder. He stopped only for a moment, and stuck his finger inside. I gasped at the weird feeling, it wasn’t painful but it was kind of awkward. He pumped the finger in and out slowly making sloshing noises each time. I moved my hips against his finger trying to make it go in deeper, as I began to feel very good. I felt his slide another finger and it was a little painful. I gasped and I felt water collect behind my eyes as I tried to get used to the feeling, felt him lean against my back, his lips against the back of my ear as I heard him speak. “I can’t wait to take you, can you feel it?” he grunted out as he pushed his fingers in and out in a slow tempo. “My dick pushing in and out of you.” He continued his torture, his words making me eager and adding to the sensation. “Ramming you against this wall, making the elevator shake.” He hit a particularly sensitive spot, and spots formed behind my eyes, my hands in a tight fist. He removed his fingers from inside my body and put both hands around my waist, hugging me to his body. “This is going to hurt.” He moans out, as I feel something press against me, something big warm. I cringed away but his hands on my waist stopped me, and gently pulling me closer. I shivered hard, half of me was feeling so good and the other half was freaking out and totally scared out of my mind. I knew it was going to hurt, but I wasn’t sure what the level of pain was going to be. I know he felt me shake because he laughed and kissed my cheek and nose silently. Embarrassed; I covered my face with my hands trying to hide the red that was apparent on my cheeks. He sat back and forced me to turn around and sit in his lap, or hover there. His hands were on lower back holding me up and holding me close. “Stop…why are you hiding.” I felt his hips shift and I felt him push my body down slowly, I felt the tip enter and it was more uncomfortable than his fingers. His hands are on mine pulling them away from my face, and pulled my hands up around his neck. His arms were instantly around me, holding me so close I thought I might stop breathing. His mouth was at my ear and I could feel his breathe, warm and musky “if it gets too painful…hold on to me as tight as you need; I’m here.” He’s here…again all he has to say are simple words and I might lose my mind. Would he always be here? Or was this going to be a onetime fling and we’ll go back to our lives? He pushed his hips forward more and I lost all thought, as pain and pleasure took over. I held tight to him holding back my cry as he stretched me farther, moisture forming behind my eyes at the pain. He pulled my body closer to him, the heat radiating between us in a flame that was consuming. “I’m sorry.” He whispered over and over in my ear before forcing his hips up and my body down till he was completely inside me. I cried out and tears fell from my face as I clung to him, soft sobs, and shaking of my body. He caressed my back, kissed my neck and whispered sweet words of love and help. it still was painful but I know that he had been waiting for so long, and it wasn’t that bad. I clumsily took the initiative and raised my hips up, cringing and hearing him grunt. It was the weirdest feeling to have something so big inside me with the mix of absolute pleasure and pain. I started a rhythm at kept to it with a silent tempo, the hands on my hips helping me along as well. I moaned and shuttered when he hit a spot deep inside that sent sparks flying and a flame to grow. I was pleased when he began to gasp and grunt every time I came down on him. Again and again I came up and down on him, my hands holding on to his shoulders for leverage. His arms were around me, around me back, and the other around my waist; his lips biting and kissing my neck. Something grew inside me threatening to explode into a hot flash, it was building. There was a huge knot promising to snap with each thrust of his hips into mine. His hips were meeting mine and my tempo was increasing every time my hips slapped against his. Only the sound of our sweat glistened skin hitting against each other and our moans and cries could be heard in the small elevator shaft. He stilled my hips against his and moved back so I was laying on my back, my head gently placed on his arms. He was being super gentle even though he was still seated inside me. It felt so natural to have him above me, his arms under my head, my legs wrapped around him, and my hands on his shoulders. It was like a different person was with me now; he was gentle, and soft; not that the gruff side was bad. He kissed me again as he pushed his hips up into mine burying himself deeper inside my body. He took control of the situation, pushing into me slowly but with force. He would pull himself out almost completely making me squirm and moan, than force himself in harshly making me scream into his mouth. I was losing myself every second I was in his arms, his body wrapped around mine. His thrusts became faster and rougher, his kiss was hotter and deep, so much so that I was losing my mind. I released my mouth from his grip letting out a scream as the sensation was getting bigger and hotter. I felt as though I was on fire, and my back was going numb from being pushed into the floor. I couldn’t control the sounds that were coming out of my mouth, or the sounds that my body was making as he thrust into my body harder. I was screaming louder now as the pleasure built up deep in my lower body, my dick wedged between us being rubbed by our stomachs. “Riku…” I had never said his name to this point, never screamed his name out like I just did and I think he liked it because his thrusts became more urgent. His arms were tight around me and his lips were on my neck as he bit and sucked on spots. I felt all my control go as white formed behind my eyes and my voice grew louder, and I lifted my body off the ground. I heard Riku moan and cry out as well, he said my name over and over as he gave one last thrust and threw his head back. Sweat poured from our bodies trickling down his stomach and disappearing into the truffle of hair below. He fell on top of me breathing hard and coming in small gasps as he nudged my neck with his head. I was still in complete euphoria, barely comprehending what was going on, still only concentrating on what just happened. My body was still shaking from my orgasm and from his dick which was still seated inside me. I hugged him closer to me, wrapping my legs around him again and kissing his sweat covered face. I whisked away the hair from his eyes, amazed that the flame was still there; still burning. It was quiet with nothing but our breathing and the sound of a kiss or two. “love me…” it wasn’t a question it was more a command and I chuckled holding him close to me. A/N Oh my goodness! Again t his was a random story idea and it has nothing to do with my latest story “Oh Professor”…which if you haven’t read…you should, as it’s a must read by the New York times….well okay maybe not but it would be cool. Well anyways thanks for indulging in my random perverted thoughts!! Love you all and I hope you’re having a good life…if not, here is a virtual hug from me to you!! *Huggle* Thanks and Review! Ciao, Jessie