Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Elevator ❯ Chapter 1

We stood there, chins raised; eyes cast upwards and watched the digital count down as the floors ticked off in glowing red numbers. I was hyper aware of my companion. Flowing crimson hair; intense, emerald green eyes and a smoothly muscled form that was almost a sin to cover with clothing. His scent was male; musky with an earthy tang.

 

I wanted him badly. All my senses cried to throw the demure, timid Keiko out the next open window and feast on that hot, satiny, smooth flesh. My body temperature was rising just thinking about it. I could feel myself beginning to liquefy deep in hidden places and tried not to squirm in an obvious manner.

 

As if sensing these tumultuous feelings, Kurama glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I met his glance with a secretive smile. Come hither, my wary fox, I thought.

 

His eyes widened a bit in surprise; I met his look with a direct gaze. Slowly, I let my eyes take in the form before me. Full, enticing lips beckoned mine. How sweet would they be if I traced the firm, lower lip with my tongue?

 

Traveling lower, I took in the pulse that beat with a strong rhythm at the juncture of his neck and shoulders. I licked my lips in appreciation of the slightly salty taste his pliant skin would have. That spot called to me, needing to be suckled and laved with my velvety, hot tongue.

 

My vision followed the line made by the closure of his jacket. I knew his chest and abdomen would be smooth and firm. His warm skin would glide sensuously under my questing fingertips.

 

And lower still, a growing bulge in his form fitting trousers made my breath catch in my throat. What delights lay hidden by such offending cloth?

 

Shocked at my own boldness, I pressed the stop button on the elevator panel and advanced upon an equally shocked Kurama. I reached out and ran my hands from his shoulders upwards and into his luxurious, silky hair. Our gazes caught and held as I used one hand to massage the back of his head while the other slid slowly downward to toy with the first clasp of his jacket. Kurama's arms came up to encircle my trim waist, his nostrils flaring slightly as he caught scent of my arousal.

 

One by one the clasps surrendered to my nimble fingers. I slipped my hands inside to press my palms to his firmly, muscled chest. With deliberately slow sweeps, I circled the flat of my hands over his nipples enjoying the hard, pebbled feel against my flesh. A slight smirk of satisfaction played at the corners of my mouth when I heard his sharply indrawn breath.

 

I leaned against him then, just enough to rub my full breasts against his chest in a teasing manner then bent in to taste the pulse that had beckoned earlier. Using just the very tip of my tongue, I traced the contours of his corded neck. Fine tremors ran through his body as I felt his body heat spike. Finally, I indulged myself by tasting the rhythmic, pulsing spot at the junction of his neck and shoulder; sucking then gently scraping my teeth over the area.

 

As if a dam had burst on his control, Kurama groaned deeply and tightening his grip on my waist, pressed me back against the elevator wall. Taking firm control of the situation, his hands roamed down my back to clutch my firm buttocks, pulling me into full contact with his hard body. Shamelessly I ground our pelvises together and my impatience to touch and taste him escalated. Seductively, I smiled up at him and with both hands buried in his scarlet mane, pulled our faces together so I could taste his lips.

 

A hot, wet tongue tip teased at my bottom lip begging entry. My lips parted and Kurama stroked between them; shallow little thrusts that had me slanting my mouth against his trying to deepen the contact. Finally he relented, gliding his tongue against mine in an erotic swirl of hot, satiny smooth muscle.

 

Kurama's kisses were devastating. I never knew such a small thing could feel so sinfully wicked. I did know I could easily become addicted to his masterful stroking. No others' kisses had ever rendered me as senseless as Kurama's slow, honeyed caress. Needing air but not really wanting to end the pleasurable contact I released his lips almost gasping for breath.

 

Slowly he nibbled a trail to my neck and my hands left his flowing mane to massage his sinewy shoulders. Seemingly of its own, my head tilted to allow greater access. Strong hands began to tug my blouse free from the waist band of my skirt then ran up the smooth expanse of my back. Elegantly tapered fingers teased under the edge of my lacy white bra and I held my breath in anticipation as those questing fingers oh so slowly edged around my ribs to tease the very undersides of my breasts.

 

A needy sound of desire escaped my throat as I felt small tugging sensations on my blouse as Kurama slipped the buttons free. As the creamy flesh of my chest was exposed he lowered his attentions to the indent of my collar bone, then to the valley between my breasts. With a flick of finger and thumb, the front clasp of my bra was free and I held my breath in anticipation of his hot, moist mouth against my achingly erect nipples.

 

Moving both hands upwards, he tenderly cupped my breasts and rubbed over the pouting tips with his thumbs. Then, licking a trail from the center of my chest, Kurama swirled that wickedly, talented tongue around my hardened peak and sucked it into his mouth.

 

Heat was consuming me from the center of my being outwards. I clutched his head to my breasts as he continued to feast, lavishing erotic attention from one pebble hard nipple to the other. Groaning with mounting pleasure, I arched into him as I urged his head upwards, needing to have that sinful mouth tending mine once more. With a deep masculine chuckle, Kurama relented, and again I lost myself in his kiss.

 

This was nothing like the groping, adolescent fumbling Yusuke would subject me to. Those were contests of will. He, pushing the envelope of my tolerance to his somewhat admittedly unwanted attentions, and me, enforcing NO with a stinging right handed slap. Even the one time he overwhelmed my good common sense after a particularly demeaning encounter with the teachers at school, I felt nothing like I was feeling now. That time there had been pain, sweaty-hot clutches and nothing but the messy aftermath of emotional let-down. This… this was joy! And freedom! And the most overwhelming pleasure I had ever known!

 

I realized I was moaning against Kurama's mouth as his hands continued their erotic assault on my body. One had slipped under the hem of my skirt to smoothly glide against my satiny hip and thigh. Higher it rose until it came to the tiny, elastic waist of my most closely guarded secret; I wore thongs. Kurama smirked slightly at this unexpected discovery and I could tell it pleased him. He began tracing the elastic over my hip towards the lacy scrap of fabric that really didn't deserve the name garment. Teasingly, he toyed with the very edge, barely slipping his fingers under the fabric, then pulling back out to smooth the edge again. It was maddening. Of its own accord, my lower body shifted in open invitation to his exploring fingers.

 

My heart was beginning to pound with anticipation of his touch against my woman's folds. I shakily released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and arched my neck back wanting to feel the hot wetness of his mouth on my body again. Kurama obliged and bent his head to the pulse that seemed to pound like a kettle drum through out my body. He continued his teasing at my neck; stroking hot little licks with his tongue then sucking with that satiny wetness of his mouth.

 

I could feel my impatience at his teasing beginning to mount. Sliding my hands from his shoulders, I skimmed over his chest, past his sinfully sculptured abs to the waist of his trousers. Two could play the teasing game I thought, and ran the tips of my fingers under his belt. I withdrew my fingers slightly then dipped in again, this time a little further. Kurama had tensed in his own anticipation of what I would do next. Again I withdrew and this time brushed my pelvis against his in a fleeting movement. This time when I dipped under the waist of his pants I ran my fingers much lower and to my own surprise discovered Kurama's little secret. He favored commando style.

 

At this discovery all teasing ended. My hands moved to his belt and swiftly worked the buckle, then zipper. His erection sprang free and Kurama emitted an obviously relieved sigh. I couldn't help myself at that point; I had to see what I had uncovered, literally.

 

Dropping to my knees, I pushed Kurama's pants off his hips to pool around his legs. I had never seen a naked man this close up before. I didn't count Yusuke due to the frantic and so very unromantic coupling that had been. But now… Now I wanted to explore.

 

His cock was long and fairly large girth wise. Gently I reached out and ran my finger along his length from just under the crown to his groin. Kurama gasped and his hands seemed to flutter up into my hair. I took this as a positive sign and continued my exploration.

 

This time I traced the edge of the flared head with my fingers and ended by rubbing the tiny slit at the very tip. My reward was an almost pained groan from above. Growing bolder, I encircled him with my fist just to see how it felt in my palm. This was indeed living flesh. It was hot, and throbbing. The feel was velvet covered steel and I couldn't resist pumping my fisted hand up and down the length of him. The hands in my hair tightened to an almost painful grip.

 

Expanding my exploration, I nudged his thighs apart slightly and reached back with my free hand to cup his sack. Again I had the impression of hot, velvety texture as I massaged his tight balls together. Remembering something some of my female classmates had giggled about once, I reached further back to the tight ridge of flesh just beyond. Using a slightly firmer touch, I rubbed that patch of skin too. There was another sharp intake of breath.

 

Kurama seemed to be enjoying this so I guessed I was doing it right. Then I noticed a drop of fluid at the tip of his cock. I looked up at him then, and took in the deep emerald fire of his eyes. I truly felt wicked as, holding his gaze, I leaned in and licked that glistening drop. It had been just the barest of touch with the tip of my tongue but Kurama froze where he stood; body tense. Emboldened, I reached out again with my tongue and this time swirled it over the flared head then up and down the shaft. Kurama threw his head back this time, closing his eyes in seeming ecstasy as he groaned loudly.

 

Changing tactics to see what other delicious sounds I could get from him, I closed my lips over the tip and applied light suction. There was gentle pressure from the hands in my hair as he seemed to guide me towards what he wanted most. Opening my mouth wider, I took more of his length inside, swirling my tongue as I went, then harder suction as I pulled back. I received a loud groan and more hair clenching for that. I was onto something here and continued to happily suck at his throbbing length, pausing occasionally to lap up the drops of salty-bitter essence while he gasped and groaned above me.

 

I never knew pleasuring someone else could provide such erotic stimulation for myself. My own desire was making itself known to me. True, I had never felt this with Yusuke, but I recognized it for what it was. My skin was hot and flushed; sensitive to every feathery touch. I felt as if I was running full out; my pulse was racing and I was beginning to pant for breath. And deep inside, in my woman's core, I felt an achy, swollen wetness collecting between my folds. I looked up at Kurama again. Enough playing.

 

Giving his deliciously, throbbing cock one last lick, I stood and locking gazes once more, slipped out of my thong. Stepping closer, I braced my hands on Kurama's shoulders as his grasped and lifted my buttocks; I locked my ankles around his waist and slowly lowered myself onto his aching length. We both held our breath until he was fully sheathed in me. Our bodies throbbed together in liquid heat.

 

Leaning me against the back of the elevator, Kurama began slow thrusts inside me. This was better than anything I had ever felt. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of his hot, hard cock stroking deep inside me. I braced my forearms against his shoulders and moved in time with his thrusts.

 

The heat was consuming me. Kurama lowered his head to my breast and latched on with a ferocity that surprised me. He bit down almost to the point of pain, then laved and suckled until I was mindless with need. All the while we were pounding together hard enough to rock the elevator with our rhythmic thrusts.

 

I felt as if I were reaching some distant pinnacle as the heated tension grew within me. Then suddenly he stopped and lowered me to my feet. Quickly withdrawing, he spun me about and had me clasp the rail that ran the circumference of the car with both hands. Bending me at the hips, he entered me again from behind. I soon realized the potential of this new position as one hand went back to torment my breasts and the other sought out the hidden bundle of nerves between my thighs.

 

Gently he tweaked at my swollen, oversensitive nipples. Gently he stroked the very tip of my engorged clit. All the while he slid his throbbing shaft deeper inside than the previous position had allowed. I could feel his fingers, wet from my own juices, sliding and rubbing between my folds. It was sensory overload and it was almost a relief when I felt my orgasm start deep within. I screamed out my pleasure as white hot stars exploded behind my eyelids and my inner walls clamped down on Kurama's length. Feeling the tremors start and, thrusting forcefully a few more times he shot his pulsing, hot seed into my womb.

 

He collapsed against my back as we rested gasping for breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened and that I had initiated it all. Reaching behind I pulled his head to me for a soul-satisfied kiss. I felt no guilt. I would have to explore that feeling in more detail at some other time, but everything we had done had felt so right. Kurama pulled back slightly and smiled.

 

Just then the elevator lurched downward! It seems we had completely forgotten where we were and that others might wish to use it for more conventional means. Quickly we scrambled to straighten our clothes and smooth our hair back into a semblance of order. The door slip open and Kurama allowed me to precede him from the car. The usual gang had just exited the other elevator and we were quickly surrounded and separated by our exuberant, chattering friends.

 

Suddenly I realized I had forgotten to retrieve my thong from where ever I had thrown it in my lust induced haste. Saying I would be right back and that I thought I had dropped something in the elevator, I turned back towards the closing doors.

 

My stomach dropped as I realized the car was already moving back up. Then, from the corner of my eye, I caught Kurama's teasing gaze. Inclining his head slightly, he pulled his hand from his pocket just enough for me to see what he had tucked away there. My thong! My shocked looked flew back to his face and his expression seemed to read, “If you want it, you'll have to come get it”.

 

“Oh yes”, I thought. “I will indeed.” And Kurama turned and quickly caught up with his friends.

 

I could hardly wait for tonight!