42. Use Me

There were more than twenty people in the room, but make no mistake, Ranger had sung directly to Lil. She knew it too. Their eyes stayed locked the entire time, a friction of electricity filling the air with invisible sparks. Tank was well aware of the happenings, not like anyone paying attention could ignore the building tension. Ranger moved to the back of the room like a man on a mission. Lil's chest was heaving in her tight dress, her panties long ruined. Before she knew it, he was in her personal space, looking all kinds of intense. She had just enough time to offer him a surprised 'well butter my biscuits' before Tank was tugging her away toward the door. Damn that man's good timing.

Lil was gently drug into the 70's room and a Coke was placed in her hand. She looked at Tank gratefully. "Come on Sister, let's dance!" She noticed he wasn't slamming the booze any more, guess his need for courage was sated. The seventies-themed room was crazy, in the best possible way. Lil wasn't alive to experience the decade first-hand, but it had always held a special place in her heart. Well, that's not altogether true, the fashion was hit or miss… She was busy picturing the Rangemen in white leisure suits when Tank pulled her onto the dance floor area. They were busting a move to September by Earth Wind and Fire when the group joined them. Some of the other men, and all their dates, were at a loss with the musical selections. This only made Lil laugh harder. Ranger had joined the people dancing, keeping enough distance but not taking his eyes off of her. The DJ played a fabulous ABBA set, ending in Dancing Queen. Lil knew all the words, and most of the moves from the musical.

At 2230, Zip and Junior said their goodbyes so they could head upstairs to change for their shift. Lil was sad to see them go, but excited that her brother would be downstairs soon. Not twenty minutes later, Cal and Binkie joined the festivities. They sang and grooved to the likes of Bennie and the Jets, ABC, and I Will Survive. Everyone was laughing when they recreated scenes from Grease during 'You're the One that I Want'. Cal took Lil's hand and spun her around to We are Family, singing right along with her. They hadn't spent a New Years Eve together in nearly ten years, and this was a big reminder that they needed to change that from now on. The DJ took over on the mic, telling the guests that he only had time for two more songs before the countdown would begin. Tank had mentioned that if they stood together at the south end of the garage, they would have a clear view of the fireworks down the hill. Everyone else was amenable to that plan, Ranger had a different idea. The first song started to flow from the speakers and he took Lil's hand. Pulling her into his arms, there was no space left between them. They swayed together, Clapton singing Wonderful Tonight in the background. She placed her head on his chest, enjoying the slower pace, the close contact. Ranger took a deep breath, releasing the pent up tension and arousal… allowing himself to succumb to it completely. The warm air he expelled ghosted down the side of her neck, causing Lil to shiver. He liked that response, so he did it again. This time she squirmed a little. Ranger changed the angle of his head so his mouth was closer to her ear. This time when he exhaled, Lil let out the softest moan. That was the ticket. "Dulce, can I take you somewhere else to watch the fireworks?" Lil nodded, in all fairness, her brain had entirely short-circuited. He could have asked her to eat a bat and she would have agreed.

As the DJ was starting the final song before midnight, Ranger led Lil away from the other guests and out the door to the elevator. She still hadn't spoken. He called the car down and stepped inside, placing his fob over the panel to blank the camera and access seven. He led her to the stairwell door and opened it, holding out his arm for her to step through. Following behind her up the stairs, his control was slipping even more. 'Magic Boobs' was nothing compared to the round tight ass and long, bare legs in front of his face. But he had to stay close, it was the chivalrous thing to do when her heels were so high… uh huh. Lil pushed the door to the roof open and shivered instantly, New Jersey was cold, especially eight stories up. Thank goodness for the glass barrier between them and the actual wind. Placing his warm hand on the small of her back, Ranger led her to the far end past Cinderella's carriage. They had a perfect view of the city below. The countdown to midnight must have started, they could hear a faint chant from below where Tank and the others were huddled. At midnight, the Trenton sky filled with fireworks. Ranger placed his hands on either side of Lil's face, leaning in ever so slowly. She met him halfway, placing a chaste kiss on his luscious, full lips. "Happy New Year Carlos". Lil was no longer cold. "Happy New Year Dulce". The fireworks continued to light up the night, casting various colors over their faces. Lil's sparkly dress reflected the many bright lights around them. Neither was paying any attention to the show. His heated thumbs rubbed gently over her jaw, that kiss was not nearly enough. He leaned in again, but this time she remained still. When their lips met, the explosions in the sky were a pale comparison. Ranger ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance. Lil caved just enough. The power in his kiss, how his mouth consumed her, literally stole her breath. Lost in the sensual exploration of each other, they forgot about the party. They most definitely forgot about the cameras.

Lil regained her sense of decorum, her need for self-preservation. She stepped back. "This might be a mistake Carlos." He moved forward, not allowing her too much room for escape. Unlike other women in his life, her brain didn't completely lose focus because of his proximity. That was unfortunate. "Why? Why would this be a mistake?" He could still taste her, his tongue desperate for more of her. "I don't want to complicate things at Rangeman. You know it's a possibility. You're my boss for cryin out loud. My daughter and I live in your building." Those were all valid points, but even her tone told him she wasn't believing what she was trying to sell him. "I don't care how complicated this gets Dulce, I want you." He brushed his lips over her forehead. Well Shit. Any resolve Lil was clinging to for good judgment or smart decisions had jumped off the damn roof. That was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to her. The fierceness in his dark eyes, the grip he held her with, Lil was undone. "Come to seven with me Lillith, be with me tonight." Sweet Cheezits. She was having a hard time getting enough oxygen and her knees had surpassed weakness. Fuck, it had been a really long time. She didn't want to take advantage of him, and this kind of felt like that. Sure he was there, and obviously willing. Lil absolutely wanted him. Was that enough? "I don't want to use you Carlos, not to just fill a physical need." He laughed in such a masculine way her heart skipped a beat. "Dulce, I want you to use me in any way you can think of." His lips crashed down onto hers again, and this time she gave as good as she got.

She wasn't sure how they made it downstairs to his apartment, she had no recollection of leaving the roof. But there she was, in his foyer. Lil was having a moment, a moment where she was clearly riding the Tardis through a Time Warp and into the Twilight Zone. Regardless of how she arrived, her back was now pressed up against the wall, and his tongue was running down the side of her long neck. Lil's hands fisted into Ranger's shirt, her body screamed with years of unfulfilled desire. He ran his hand up her leg, not stopping when his fingers brushed the hem of her dress. Teeth scraped down her throat to reach her collarbone. Her shallow breathing and faint whimpers only egged him on further. As he worked his hand to the curve of her lace covered ass, he blew a trail down her throat. She elicited the exact response he was looking for. "Dios Dulce. I'm stone sober, but somehow drunk on you. Intoxicated with lust. The need to taste you, feel you...claim you." Between his words and his roaming hand, she was a hot mess. His fingers snaked to the front of her panties, finding the wetness dripping onto her lightly tanned thighs. The growl that tore through his throat was pure instinct. He rubbed her gently, a feathery touch that only served to torture her more. "Carlos", her plea was more arousing than her physical state, "please don't tease. It's been so long..." If she was in her right mind, Lil might have felt bad for her desperation, the pitiful sound of her own voice. Right now, all she cared was that he make her cum.

Ranger took half a step back, sliding his other hand down to meet the hem of her dress. He dropped to his knees while reaching up under the sequined barrier and sliding down her lingerie. Moving her feet just far enough apart to hold her soaked panties in place below her knees, Ranger admired the view. She wasn't even exposed and it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Lil whimpered in frustration, "Carlos, please. Don't make me beg more..." Her utterance was his undoing. Moving his left hand up slowly… tracing her waist, the side of her covered breast, he leaned his mouth to her ear. "No more begging Dulce. Your gratification is my highest concern." Simultaneously grabbing her throat and shoving his hand up her dress, Lil lost what little sense of reality she had left when his nimble thumb pressed into her clit. Entering her with two thick fingers, her legs gave way. The unyielding pressure of his hand on her throat was the only thing keeping her upright. Ranger brought his mouth to hers, his tongue mimicking the movement of his fingers. The tension started low in her belly, spreading ecstasy outward to her thighs and chest. The orgasm hit with blinding ferocity, she screamed her release into his mouth.

Lil's brain had left the building, possibly the state. When he knew her own legs would hold, he released his grip, secretly hoping she would have marks tomorrow. He slid her panties the rest of the way off her legs, over those sinful shoes. They went into his pocket… She watched him with unfocused eyes. "Come Dulce, We're just getting started." Sweet Cheezits. Scooping her up bridal-style, Ranger carried her to the bedroom, depositing her gently on the floor. Working the buttons of his shirt with one hand, his other maneuvered her zipper down. He removed his own clothing then gave her sleeves a slight tug. The sequined dress pooled at her feet. In nothing more than a lace bra and gold heels, her lips swollen from his kiss, her tight curls coated in her own arousal… He snapped. When Ranger stalked closer, pushing the backs of her knees against his bed, she collapsed with a small laugh. Spread out before him like an offering, her blonde hair haloed around her beautiful face, he wanted to see her like this every night. She reached up and unhooked her bra. Small breasts sprang free, pebbling at the rush of freedom and cool air. She motioned to remove one of her shoes. "Leave them on." Lil thought she had heard all of Carlos's voices, from Rangeman commander to Mercenary… this was a new one. Dangerous in a completely different way. "I don't want to hurt you… But I don't think I have much control left." She understood, and by the looks of his erection pointing to the ceiling, discomfort was a legitimate concern. Lil nodded her head, "I'll be fine Carlos. Please, finish what you started..."

Seconds later he had donned a condom and was poised at her entrance, his muscular body hovering inches above hers. That first thrust was delicious agony, a cry of pleasure and pain caught in her throat. The moan he let loose almost sent her over the edge again. His pace was hard and fast. Lil was fine with that. This wasn't making love. They weren't signaling a commitment to each other or professing their unyielding devotion. This was two people having a phenomenal sexual experience. Coming together as one to meet an intense need. He moved a hand under her lower back, changing the angle of his thrust. When he hit the right spot Lil made a sound similar to a squeak, her nails dragging down his back. The heel of her left shoe was digging into his ass, spurning on his movements. His thrusts became erratic, "Cum for me Dulce", he ground out between pants. She screamed, clenching him so hard he was having trouble moving. When he came, Ranger emitted a roar that shook them both. The small part of him that was still human caught his weight before collapsing on her. He pulled out slowly, not knowing how sore she was. They laid in companionable silence, catching their breath, letting their bodies adjust to the sensation of loss. Ranger stood and walked to the bathroom door, removing the condom on the way.

He washed his hands and returned to the bed, but Lil wasn't on it. She was already up, her bra was back in place and her dress was almost zipped. "Dulce?" She gave him a sweet smile. OK, she wasn't upset… Why was she leaving? Lil walked to him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Carlos. That was… words wouldn't do it justice." She shook her head and laughed at her inability to form a complete sentence. She squeezed his arm, "Happy New Year", and then she was out the door.