Stuck II

He didn't wait for a response before he crashed his lips against hers in a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and filled with years of repressed longing. Isabella let out a muffled moan, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their bodies.

The kiss was entirely wild as their tongues clashed impatiently. Sebastian's hands wandered with a possessive urgency, gripping her waist and pulling her hips hard against his growing erection. Isabella arched her back, her nails digging into the fabric of his suit jacket, her breath coming in short gasps.

They broke apart for a second, both panting, their foreheads resting against each other.

"You know I really hate you," she whispered, though her eyes were wide with lust.

"I fucking hate you too," he groaned, before diving back in, his mouth moving from her lips to her jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of her neck.

He sucked a hard mark into the crook of her shoulder, and Isabella cried out, her head falling back against the elevator wall. The sound of her moan acted like a trigger which made Sebastian's hand slide up her thigh immediately, pushing the fabric of her skirt aside to find the heat between her legs.

She was soaking wet.

"Oh god," he breathed, his fingers finding her clit through the thin lace of her panties. "You're drenched for me."

"Of course I am," she gasped, her hips bucking into his hand.

Sebastian didn't need further encouragement. He stripped off his jacket and tossed it aside, his hands working frantically to get her out of her clothes. He pulled her blouse open, buttons popping and flying across the floor, revealing her breasts then he groaned at the sight of them, his mouth immediately latching onto one nipple, sucking it hard while his fingers continued to work her clit.

Isabella was a mess of sensation. The feeling of the cold metal wall behind her and the heat of Sebastian's body against her was driving her insane. She reached down, fumbling with his belt and zipper and her breath hitching as she freed his cock.

It was huge, throbbing and fully hard. She wrapped her hand around it, squeezing tight, and Sebastian let out a low deep sound that turned her on even more.

"I've thought about this every single day," he confessed. "Every time we fought, every time you yelled at me... all I could think about was how much I wanted to bend you over and take you."

"Then do it," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Do it now, Sebastian. Please."

He didn't hesitate. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back pressed against the mirrored wall then he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, pausing for a moment as he looked into her eyes, seeing the same raw, unfiltered need that was consuming him.

"You're mine," he whispered.

"Yes," she whimpered. "I'm yours."

He thrust upward with one powerful motion, burying himself deep inside her. Isabella screamed, the sound echoing in the small space, her internal muscles clamping tight around him and Sebastian groaned, his eyes closing as he felt the incredible heat and tightness of her pussy.

"Fuck," he gasped, his forehead resting against hers. "I can't even-"

“Enough talk, fuck me.”

He began to thrust and the elevator car swayed slightly with the force of their movements. Isabella clung to him as much as she could, her legs locked around his back with her head tossing from side to side.

"Harder," she begged. "I want to feel you hit the back. Fuck me harder!"

Sebastian complied, his movements becoming more aggressive. He hammered into her, each thrust driving her further against the wall. He was no longer the disciplined executive or step father; he was a man possessed, reclaiming years of lost time in a few minutes.

"You're such a little brat," he whispered in her ear. "Do you like this? Do you like being fucked by the man you claimed to hate?"

"I love it!" she cried out, her voice strained. "I love it so much! Fuck me, Sebastian! Give it to me!"

Their chemistry was explosive. Every touch, every gasp, every dirty word fueled the fire. As Sebastian shifted his grip, holding her thighs wide, driving deeper and faster, he could feel her peaking, her pussy pulsing around him.

"I'm cumming!" she shrieked, her body stiffening as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She squeezed him tight, her internal walls contracting violently, which nearly sent Sebastian over the edge.

He kept thrusting as he felt his release building like a tidal wave. He wanted to leave his mark on her, to fill her completely.

"I'm... I'm right there," he groaned, his movements becoming faster.

Just as he felt the first surge of his orgasm, the elevator suddenly jolted. The lights flickered back to a bright, sterile white, and the intercom crackled to life.

"Attention passengers, we apologize for the delay. We have restored power and are moving the car to the nearest floor now. Please remain calm."

Sebastian froze, his cock still buried deep inside her. They both stared at the ceiling, hearts racing in their chests.

"Oh shit," Isabella whispered.

"We have a minute," Sebastian gasped. "Maybe less."

The urgency only added to the intensity. He began to thrust again, faster and more desperate than before, racing against the clock. He didn't care about the risk; he only cared about the feeling of her.

"Cum inside me already!" Isabella urged, her voice a frantic whisper. "Now, Sebastian! Now!"

With one final, devastating thrust, Sebastian let out a groan and came deep inside her, his seed filling her to the brim and his body shuddering with the intensity of the release. He held her tight, his face buried in her neck, as the elevator finally reached the lobby with a soft ding.

The doors began to slide open.

In a blur of motion, they scrambled apart. Sebastian shoved her skirt down, Isabella frantically buttoned what she could of her blouse, and Sebastian threw his jacket back on, smoothing his hair with a shaking hand.

As the doors fully opened, a team of technicians and a worried security guard stood there.

Sebastian stepped out first, his face returning to its mask of cool indifference, though his eyes were still blown wide with lust. He turned back to Isabella, who was stepping out behind him, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen.

"Are you alright, Miss?" the security guard asked.

"I'm fine," Isabella said, her voice slightly breathless. She looked at Sebastian, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Sebastian didn't smile, but as he walked away, he leaned in close to her ear, his voice low.

"Tonight…My bedroom. Don't be late."

Isabella looked up at him and smiled.