Elevator Trap: Chapter 5 

ELENA

My legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

I was still pressed against the mirrored wall, Marcus’s massive body covering mine from behind, his cock still buried deep inside me as the last pulses of his second orgasm faded. Thick, warm cum leaked out around his shaft and ran down my thighs in slow, obscene trails. I could feel every twitch, every throb of him inside me. My pussy was sore, swollen, and completely ruined yet still fluttering weakly around his thickness like it never wanted him to leave.

I whimpered softly when he finally eased out of me. The loss felt devastating. A rush of our mixed fluids spilled down my legs, dripping onto the elevator floor. I should have felt embarrassed. Instead, all I felt was boneless, satisfied, and strangely… safe.

Marcus turned me gently in his arms. His hands the same hands that had just fucked me senseless were surprisingly tender now. He cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the tears of overwhelming pleasure that had leaked from the corners of my eyes.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, voice low and rough, but softer than I’d ever heard it. His dark eyes searched mine with real concern.

I nodded, then shook my head, then laughed shakily. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never come that hard in my life. I feel like I can’t stand.”

A small, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips, but his gaze stayed gentle. He pulled me against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me. One big hand stroked slowly up and down my back while the other cradled the back of my head. I melted into him, pressing my face into his shirt, breathing in his scent sweat, sex, and that warm cedar that now felt intoxicatingly familiar.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against my hair. “Just breathe.”

We stayed like that for a long time. The emergency lights hummed quietly above us. The elevator was still stuck, but the world outside felt a million miles away. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my blouse half-open, breasts exposed. Cum continued to drip down my thighs, but Marcus didn’t seem to care. He held me like I was something precious.

After a while, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief. He knelt in front of me without a word and gently wiped between my legs, cleaning me with careful strokes. I blushed furiously as he wiped away the evidence of what we’d done, but he pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh, then another higher up, almost reverently.

“You were perfect,” he said quietly. “So fucking perfect, Elena.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair as he rose again, pulling me back into his arms. This time I wrapped mine around his waist, hugging him tightly. My heart was still racing, but now for different reasons.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered against his chest. “We’ve barely spoken before tonight.”

Marcus chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in this elevator. Three months of pretending I wasn’t losing my mind every time you walked past me.”

I tilted my head up to look at him. “Really?”

“Really.” His hand slid down to cup my ass possessively, but gently. “I used to jerk off thinking about you almost every night. Wondering how you’d sound when you came. How tight you’d feel.” He kissed my forehead. “Reality was better than any fantasy.”

My cheeks burned, but warmth bloomed in my chest. I reached up and traced his jaw with my fingertips. “I did the same thing,” I admitted shyly. “Every night. I felt so guilty… but I couldn’t stop.”

He groaned softly and kissed me slow and deep this time. Not the desperate, devouring kiss from before, but something sweeter. Something that made my toes curl and my heart flutter.

When he pulled back, his expression grew serious. “This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, Elena. I don’t want it to be.”

My stomach flipped. “You mean…?”

“I mean I want to take you to dinner. I want to fuck you in my bed. In your bed. Against every wall in this building if you’ll let me.” His thumb brushed my swollen bottom lip. “But only if you want that too.”

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy and excited at the same time. “I want that. A lot.”

The tension that had built between us for months finally settled into something warmer. Deeper. His arms tightened around me protectively as we waited for rescue.

Eventually, the elevator jolted back to life. The lights brightened and we started moving again. We quickly fixed our clothes — Marcus helping me smooth down my skirt, button my blouse, even tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. When the doors opened on my floor, he walked me to my apartment like a gentleman, even though we both knew he’d just fucked me raw in the elevator.

At my door, he pulled me in for one last slow kiss.

“Tomorrow night,” he said against my lips. “Dinner. Then my place. No elevator this time… unless you want a repeat.”

I laughed softly, still feeling the delicious ache between my legs. “Tomorrow sounds perfect.”

He waited until I was safely inside before walking away.

I leaned against the closed door, heart full, body sore, and mind spinning.

Three months of unbearable tension had finally exploded tonight.

And I had a feeling this was only the beginning of something much hotter.