Curious Kitten

The Cat in the Elevator

Hello, it's me the lovely author. Hold the applause please. I'm just here to mention that I fixed the typos and grammar in this chapter because of the awesome critics that decided to comment on it. I would also like to mention that if my story is not fun for you, stop reading it. Secondly I'm not a professional writer and I don't spend all my time on wattpad. (Well yes I do but I'm reading gay stories) that is all continue reading!

God! How can one follow up on a week like I just had?

I mean, I've meet a man. I have almost immediately fallen in love with him. And to top things off, I'm meeting his "family" today.

Yesterday, today being Friday, Jason asked me if he could take me to his house as we left the office.

I gave him a funny look.

"Why?" I asked, suspicious.

"Don't look at me like that, babe," He groaned through a dashing smile. "It's not like I'm going to take advantage of you... Unless you want me to."

I said nothing but shot him an unamused glance as we strolled to the elevator.

"Come on, I have some people I'd like for to meet," he said brightly. "They are really excited for you to come. We are going to have an annual BBQ, and you being my girlfriend its almost disrespectful for you not to come."

I ignored him as he went on and on trying to guilt me into going. I simply I rolled my eyes and stepped into the elevator box.

Jason was still talking as I reached for the "L" button to go to the lobby.

"And listen, it would really mean a lot to me if you escorted me," he grinned widely. "So what do you say? Yes or Ohh, yes!?"

Again I rolled my eyes. "Maybe," I grumbled. I felt like slamming my head into the floor. I was so, so exhausted. I mean why? It's weird because all I did today was wake up, go to work, edit Jason's story, go to lunch, go back to work, then leave. The last one I'm doing right now.

I felt like I was going to crawl out if my skin. The fabric of my skirt was itching. And my bra felt two sizes to small. Everything on my body felt like it weighed two tons.

Fuck! I thought as I caught myself on the wallpapered wall. The world looked fine a second ago, I thought. But now it's sideways and twisted.

The throbbing of my head was as loud in my ears, it felt like a heavy metal concert was happening behind my eyelids. Somehow, through all that noise, I heard Jason's ruff, low voice.

"Gwen? Oh, shit! Gwen? You aren't looking to good right now, princess," he bellowed, obviously alarmed.

"How sweet of you, Jason. Especially after I got myself all pretty for you," I said sarcastically but also weak.

"That's not what I meant," he said. "I meant, are you okay? What's wrong?"

I shot him a sideways look. "I'm obviously not okay, Jason," I shouted. I didn't know why I was getting so frustrated with him. My body, oh god, it felt like it needed something. The feeling was so hard and intense I felt as if I'd lose my lunch.

"You look sick. Did you eat something bad?" He wondered. "Was it that shrimp? Are you allergic to seafood by any chance?"

"Jesus! No! Jason!" I groaned, clutching my stomach. What is wrong with me! I wondered. God, I have never felt this way before. Then I remembered the ,way my mother would calm me when ever I got hurt.

"Think of the things that made you feel good." She'd say. Of course back then, I thought about hugs from Dad and when I got presents on Christmas. But now. Golly, the only thing that made me feel good was masturbating and Jason.

I really couldn't do one of those things in an elevator. But, the other, however, was completely open and not unconventional.

"Fucking hell!" I panted, sliding down the wall on to my knees. Jason was all over me before my legs even touched the ground. One of his arms circled my waist, while the other lifted my chin. Meeting me gaze, he sighed.

"Jason-" I groaned. I felt pathetic and so woozy.

"Shhh- It's all right, my little dove," he soothed. I felt a hand smooth my hair and lips on my neck.

I titled my head back in ecstasy. God! This is what I needed! I thought. Praise The Lord!

I dug my nails into his scalp. "Jason!" I moaned. "Don't stop!"

Following my directions he didn't. He kept sucking and nuzzling my neck. He nipped at my ear love and gave sweet kisses to my entire neck. He kept this up for a while until I felt on the verge of a climax. When I started to tremble I know I had to stop him.

When I did and we stood back up, I realized. We are on an elevator. Elevator rides aren't this long... Are they?

Looking at the counsel on the wall I realized Jason pushed the emergency stop button. I must have been in such a state of spontaneous sexual frustration that I didn't notice him pushing the big red button on the wall.

I must have seemed like a tramp with all my moaning. If anyone were to walk in on us, I think I might've committed suicide. How embarrassing.

Even standing as the elevator lowered -finally- to the lobby, Jason was still all over me. His head rested on my shoulder with his chest crushed against my back. His arms enveloped me tightly. Every so often Jason would shift his head to nuzzle my neck. Why? I wasn't sure.

Exciting the building, hand in hand, he didn't comment on the scene I made on the elevator. I may have been a little melodramatic over the whole thing, but my sexual frustration was through the ceiling. Something was wrong with me. I feel like Jason will have the answers for some reason so I prepared a few questions for Jason to answer.

For example, why does he call me a succubus?

Eventually we made it to my house with my car. The car ride wasn't long but Jason took that time to try to convince me to go to the BBQ at his place tomorrow. I made no comments, only rolling my eyes every so often at some of Jason's sentences.

He then some how bribed me to go to his house. I'm not going to specify how he did this. I'll only say it was a tasty treat. Yes, it was ice cream. I am so weak! I thought.

So that's how I ended up in Jason's Lamborghini as he drives us to his house in the middle on the woods. Joy...