Elysium: The Chance

I could feel his soft blonde stubble on my smooth cheek. The tension in his every muscle radiated right from his body and onto me. His tongue worked slow and firm, overpowering my own. Grace and aggression were his dance. I felt light as a feather.

When our kiss broke, I gazed at him dreamily. Those icy eyes shone back at me. I realized we were making out against the wall, for all to see. My mind was turning flips.

Clint grinned. "Wow. You're... you're incredible. You're exactly the woman I wanted."

I could only stare at him, trying to regain control of my lungs. People were staring at us, and I was glad.

Clint took my hand. "C'mon. Follow me."

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Clint

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When the elevator started moving, the glass got her attention. I knew it would.

Elysium had three elevators, each closely monitored by either surveillance or the attendant inside. Not everyone could ride to just any floor. People had taken to calling them "The Fates". Most could ride The Fates to the lower floors. The mid level required the right reservations and the correctly colored key card.

Shannon would get to ride The Fates to the very top, to the VIP floors, the Heavenly Doors. Which meant she would have one hell of a view. The rear of the elevator was made of glass, and looked out over the club. Floor by floor we ascended. Shannon's hazel eyes sparkled in wonder. She pressed her fingertips to the huge window, peering down at the hazy cauldron that was the dancefloor. I watched her gaze drift upward as the lights on each floor grew brighter.

She looked up toward the top floor. I knew she saw the great chandeliers overhead, glowing like fiery suns. I didn't care. I'd seen them a hundred times. I was busy staring at the woman before me.

I really couldn't believe it. I wouldn't have believed it had Shannon not forced me to touch her. Her long lashes widened at the view. Her full lips parted in awe. The bracelets on her arms wobbled when she put her fingertips to the glass. She was flat out hot, well before I knew her secret. Now she was irresistible.

The finely dressed attendant offered back my key card. I nodded to him, but my attention was on the beauty at the window. Tucking the card away, I slipped up behind her. I let my hands slide around her narrow waist. Pulling her close, I put my cheek to hers. Shannon gasped.

"It's... it's beautiful out there," she said.

"It's better in here," I told her.

I let my hands wander. Working slowly, I palmed a single, small cup of her bra while my other hand glided down her hip to that bare thigh. Her body tensed. Shannon clutched my hand in hers, seemingly from reflex. I placed a kiss on the nape of her neck, then under her ear. She tilted her head and grinned.

Going a bit further, I pressed myself into her. She needed to feel what she'd done to me. I wanted her to know it was real. When I throbbed she gasped. I smiled and pushed again. Shannon froze. I knew I had her wheels spinning.

I decided to go even further. My fingertips traced their way up her thigh to the hem of her skirt. Her hand was on mine, and it was trembling, but she made no move to stop me. Reaching into her skirt, I caressed her panties. I could feel her pulsing beneath the fabric. Kissing her neck again, I found the edge of her panties and eased them aside.

Shannon tightened her grip but did not pull my hand away. Her heart was probably beating as fast as mine. I was pretty experienced at wearing the mask; cool, confident, and collected. I still couldn't believe what I was doing. Our backs were to the attendant. He said nothing, and I knew he was paying us no mind. He saw this every night. The simple knowledge that we were right in front of someone else only amplified my arousal.

I found her tender shaft, growing ever harder in my hand. I let out a slow sigh as my fingers tightened around her. Shannon silenced a moan between her lips. My thumb slid over her tip. The flesh swelled in my palm, and I gave her a squeeze in return. The satisfaction it gave me was incredible.

My whole body felt warm. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I couldn't believe the beautiful girl I held in my arms, and the lengthening shaft I held in my hand. Each new feeling made me crave more. When I touched her in new places, my mouth surprisingly started to water. It wasn't at all what I had planned. It was supposed to be different. I couldn't have been happier.

The light outside the elevator was getting brighter. We were almost at the top. I glanced up to see if I could spot the chandeliers. What I saw was Shannon's hand pressed firmly against the glass. I kissed her ear and gave her another slow stroke. Shannon did moan after that.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I whispered, directly in her ear.

Shannon only smiled. That smile warmed my bones. All of them.

I felt the Fate begin to slow. Shannon quickly adjusted herself. When the elevator finally stopped, we turned toward the attendant. I turned a grin on Shannon, who was practically blushing through her makeup. The attendant motioned to the doors when they slid open.

"The Nineteenth, sir," he told us.

I pulled a few bills from my pocket without looking at them, then tucked them into the attendant's hand.

"Sorry, buddy," I said. "We ran out of floors. You almost got a show."

The attendant smiled mechanically. "Enjoy the night, sir."

As I took Shannon by the hand, I heard her giggle. We stepped from the elevator.

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Shannon

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I was seeing stars.

He had grabbed me! Clint had held me in his arms and melted my icy fear away. The way his lips had brushed my skin. The way he hugged me close, so close that I could feel him throb in his pants, right against my ass. His hand...

Clint led me down the walkway, holding my fingers delicately. He walked with his head held high. It seemed like he was always smiling, either with those perfect little lips or his sweet sparkling eyes. I was trying not to stare. His smooth, sharp features just pulled my gaze right in. He was everything I used to envy. Now he was a craving.

I was also trying to focus. It felt so good to strut beside this handsome devil. My smooth thighs brushing one another. The feel of my tight ass held aloft by the sexy heels on my feet. I could feel the tiny shakes of my cheeks as I walked. Mostly, I was trying to keep from getting hard, or at least no harder. My dick was already straining against my panties, which fit awkwardly ever since I'd hurried to fix myself in the fancy elevator. Even that felt sexy... or dirty. It was a second by second reminder that I'd been stroked moments ago, and was walking for all to see. I was more alive than ever.

"They're amazing, aren't they?"

Clint was pointing to the huge chandeliers high overhead. I peered up from our walkway that rimmed the nineteenth floor. It was an entirely different atmosphere at the higher floors. I could still hear the echo of the music below, but a slow melodic beat played from speakers somewhere around us. Everything was dazzling and brilliant. Golden light blazed from the chandeliers. I had to squint to stare up at them.

"They probably cost a fortune," Clint noted.

I glanced at him. Such perfectly kept hair. His casual suit alone was evidence that Clint was from some sort of money. He seemed fixated on Mary's earnings. I brushed the thoughts away. He was too perfect. He wanted me, and no flaw he had could chase the butterflies from my stomach.

I turned my eyes to the doors. On the floors below, the walkways were covered with partygoers. Many of the doors to those rooms were open, with people walking in and out. The doors up here all shut, every single one. No door was like the next. Each one was decorated with it's own artwork or material, and the images seemed to glow in the brilliant glare from the chandeliers.

I saw a door which looked like it was made completely of leather. Another door depicted a large bloodshot eye, with a needle sticking through the pupil. I stared in wonder at another, for upon it was emblazoned a huge, beautiful blue scarab, with its golden wings spread wide beneath a blazing sun. I noted the sounds as we passed. Muffled moans and wild screams of pleasure barely escaped the sealed doors.

I blushed, and cut my eyes over at Clint. Was that what this place was up here? Was it the reason that Mary had arranged the "date" for me? Why had Clint been asking about other people? As if my nerves weren't already driving me insane, I came to a realization that hadn't actually hit me until that moment.

Clint wanted to fuck me.

Normally, this would have sounded very shallow to me. Meet me, take me to a room, and have his way with me? Hell, it should sound shallow; yet, it was turning me on. My cock was begging to be freed from its little silk prison. He wanted... to fuck me. I didn't care that I still hardly knew him. The thought was so vulgar, and so thrilling.

"This is us." Clint motioned to a door.

As he dug in his blazer for his key card, I stared at the images of the door. It was basically a grid of faces, or heads. Bald heads. Heads with flowing hair. Heads with no eyes, heads with wide eyes and no mouth. There were so many variations. The one that held my eye was the face in the very center though. It was just the slightest shade paler than the rest, and its features were blank. No hair, no mouth, no nose, no eyes... completely faceless. I couldn't be sure if it was my nerves or that face, but I shivered all the same.

I heard a beep, and Clint cracked the door open. He turned and offered his free hand. Those eyes of his were smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I took his hand and followed him into the room.

There was no TV. There were no end tables with telephones, no tiny refrigerator, no closet with bare hangers. An enormous wardrobe sat against one wall. The walls themselves? It looked like carpet or fur! The canopy bed looked like something Sleeping Beauty would slumber in. It's flowing curtains swooped down and around the intricately carven wood frame. Those covers... they shimmered like clouds in an afternoon sunset, so thick and full.

It looked like a room that royalty would stay the night in.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

I glanced into Clint's handsome gaze. He grinned and walked across the room to a squat cabinet. I stepped timidly into the room as he produced a pair of glasses and several decanters.

"Make yourself at home," Clint told me. "I've got just the drink for us. Told Mary to have the stuff waiting."

I ignored the last statement. It seemed Mary had arranged this for Clint as well. I couldn't be naive enough to think I was the only one. I placed my hand on the fluffy comforter of the bed. It felt like a silk cloud. Just the touch of it on my fingertips got my blood pumping. I imagined it against my cheek...

There was a door that could only have led to a bathroom. Then I noticed the curtains beside the wardrobe. It was a balcony! Brushing the curtains aside, I found the handle to the sliding glass doors and pulled them open.

The view was incredible.

A pale moon hung in the sky, its light kissing the crests of the rolling waves of the ocean. Far beyond, the water evaporated into the stars at the seamless horizon. I was so high up. Vertigo swept over me when I looked down at the massive ocean, and it's gentle slaps at the beach below. There was some sort of party going on down there. Of course there was. I hadn't seen one part of Elysium that wasn't a party.

"Hey."

I nearly jumped right over the iron rail of the balcony. Clint's hot breath tickled my ear. I backed up, but got a body full of hunk.

"O-oh, hey," I said turning my head.

A tumbler appeared in front of me, against the backdrop of the beach so very far below. I blinked, steadying my breath, then took the glass. A sweet but sharp spicy aroma stole my breath. The glass was only about two fingers full of the clear orange... no, red liquor.

"You have to try this stuff," Clint said. "It takes the edge right off. Mary makes it. Took some convincing, but I got the recipe out of her. She had some for us downstairs, but Cinderella thought it was midnight a little too soon."

I chuckled and took a sip. A rush of white shock assailed my brain as the hot beverage scorched its way to my stomach, but just like that, I felt warm and relaxed. It settled so smoothly. Immediately I took another sip.

Clint swept my hair from my shoulder and placed a few tender kisses on the nape of my neck. A cool ocean breeze blew and I shuddered. I helped myself to more of the addictive liquor in my hand. A strange feeling fell over me. I was talking before I realized it.

"You really think I'm beautiful." I stated it more than asked.

"Of course."

I turned to face Clint. I'd never been so physically close to a man in my life.

"You kept asking about someone else," I said.

A smile spread on Clint's stubbled face. "Mary is a trickster. She's a friend... well, an acquaintance of my father's. He's helped her out of some sticky situations before. She's done a lot for him, too. He's the D.A. here locally. For as long as I've come to Elysium, Mary has always had an interest in me."

Clint chuckled. "I made the wonderful mistake of confiding in Mary not too long ago. She notices a lot more than she let's on. She'll never ask, but you'll tell her anyway."

I studied his handsome features in a daze. "What did you tell her?"

Clint sipped from his glass. His grey eyes glistened in the moonlight.

"That I wanted the company of a man," he told me. "I was expecting a couple tonight. A married couple, maybe. A man and a woman."

I felt Clint's hand on my side, dangerously close to my ass.

"She delivered," Clint said. "You're the total package. It's killing me to look at you. You're all woman... and then some."

My heart was galloping in my chest. The blood was filling me below. I craved the touch of his hand again.

"What makes you think you can just... have me?" I cocked an eyebrow. God, I felt sexy!

Clint eyed my lips. "Because you want me as badly as I want you."

It was a killing blow. I tried to sip from my glass but found it empty. I blinked and channeled the dizzying glow in my body into a confident gaze.

"How badly do you want me?" I asked him.

Clint stepped forward and cupped my head.

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Clint

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Her full lips felt incredible.

Shannon's tongue writhed in rhythm with mine. Just the fragrance of her hair gave me shivers. Her waist was so tiny in my hands. I had this overwhelming urge to just jerk her into my arms and crush her. The sensation in my bones made me want to fling her onto the bed and ravage her.

She deserved better. Shannon was delicate. I wanted to treat her with grace, but I could only contain my desire so much.

I found her neck again. With the tip of my tongue, I slowly traced a line from her collarbone to her ear, where I flicked her studded earing playfully. She shuddered in my arms. Down I went, my lips exploring the plunging neckline of her dress. I let my hot breath wash over her smooth skin. My fingers massaged her back as I sank.

I was squatting in front of her. Tilting my head, I allowed my lips to graze the skin high on her bare thigh. Shannon gasped. I glanced up to see her clutch the railing of the balcony with both hands. Her lust glazed eyes stared back at me. Her pillowy curls rested on one shoulder. She was so innocently alluring.

Shannon's legs were trembling when my hands slid up her skirt to grope at her tight cheeks. The skirt rose. She let out a whimper. All I heard was the crash of the waves, the echo of the party on the beach far below, Shannon's shuddering breath, and my own heartbeat in my ears.

Her panties were right in front of me. She smelled of musky wine. It was intoxicating. I continued to caress her ass, but I hesitated, staring at the long bulge beneath the silk. The moment was here. There was no way just to play this smooth. I either wanted it, or I didn't.

I eased her panties down. Shannon's smooth cock bounced free.

"O-oh, god," I heard her gasp.

I could hardly breathe. My fingers took the base of her shaft. The feeling was so familiar, but strangely foreign. I was holding another person's dick in my hand. When it throbbed in my hand, a surge of energy hit me.

My lips touched her swollen tip.

Shannon twitched.

I opened my mouth and took her inside.

"Oh, my god... Clint." Her words were a moan.

Shannon's cock felt alive in my mouth. She throbbed in my lips, against my tongue as I slid it under her shaft. The warm salty taste of her flesh was incredible. I squeezed her ass and pulled her deeper into my mouth, craving more and more of the forbidden taste. I'd never dreamed that this alien feeling would be so addictive.

My head slid back. I swirled my tongue around the head of her cock. When I did, her shaft straightened in my lips, surging even fuller while she groaned above. That was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever experienced. To have a person hard because of my touch, to feel her body respond in the way she did.

To have a cock grow hard because of me.

I dove down again until her tip prodded my throat. Shannon let out a scream of ecstasy.

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Shannon

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I stared at the speckled black sky. My head hung far back, my curls dangling over the balcony. It felt like I was floating in a dream. I could sense the nearly twenty stories of open air beneath me. I gripped the balcony with bloodless fingers. Clint caressed my thigh, the one I'd placed over his shoulder. The point of my heel dug into his back every time he used that tongue like he did. He was probably incredible at licking a girl's pussy. I only knew he certainly could lick a girl's dick.

My ass cheeks clinched and my hips thrust forward. I had to resist grabbing Clint's hair and jerking his head away. His head would dive so slowly, and I would groan into the night. When he drew back, that devil tongue would slide around my tip and suck the burn right from my insides. Clint had to be tasting precum. If he wasn't careful he'd get a mouthful.

I couldn't stop him. The breeze caressed my hair. The moonlight glowed on my skin. I blinked slowly, unsure if there were people at other balconies who could see. I wanted them to. I wanted them to see that I was beautiful, and hear what was being done to me.

The orgasmic sting seemed to settle to a dim burn, and I grew dizzier staring at the stars. Clint slid his lips back and forth slowly engulfing my sex with a warm soothing rhythm. I should have been cumming. Instead I felt so comfortably numb. I rolled my waist gently, thrusting along with the motions of Clint's head. We seemed to keep harmony with the waves on the beach below.

Cool air touched my tender skin. He placed a kiss on my sensitive tip and stood. I stared back at him, drunk with lust. Clint glowed like a ghost under the moon. He smoothly wiped the edge of his lip with a thumb. My eyes settled on those lips and I knew only hunger.

Clint hoisted me into his arms. His fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass. I stared down at him in awe. He carried me into the room as though I were light and delicate as a flower, smiling up at me the entire time. He dropped me into a graceful fall, where I was swallowed by the thick plush comforter on the bed.

Looking up at him was like a dream. The drapes on the canopy billowed gently in the breeze from the balcony door. When his blazer hit the floor his shimmering white dress shirt followed, and his skin glowed gold in the warm light of the room. He was so sleak and slender, but his chest looked so solid and appetizing. Strangely, I could already feel his firm flesh beneath my fingernails.

When Clint bent lown, those long arms cradled my hips. He kissed me... god he kissed the insides of my thighs. My cock nodded. His lithe fingers peeled my panties down to my ankles and away. There I lay, with my legs wide before him and my back arched. I nestled into the cloud of down and watched him with wide eyes.