Elevator Hitch Ao3 Novels & Stories

Eli replied without a hint of shame. This day cannot end sooner, Brigail thought desperately. The elevator dinged as they reached the 20th floor. "So, how does it work?" Eli asked enthusiastically. Brigail groaned in exasperation before she began explaining the "lift wish." The Ghost pressed the ground button, followed by the close door box. As the lift went down for the second time, Brigail shut her eyes to make the swirling in her head stop. She was getting vertiginous by the second and she was afraid she might throw up.

"Lisa’s distraction worked perfectly. The service elevator is unlocked. Let’s go." He grabbed my hand, his grip tight and grounding. The touch of his cold skin instantly soothed the wild heat racing through my fingers. Together, we stepped into the heavy iron elevator cage. Adrian pulled the rusty lever, and with a loud, mechanical groan, we began to drop deep into the forbidden foundations of the academy. --- The elevator ground to a halt three levels down. When the iron gate slid open, the sight before us made my breath catch in my throat.

He didn't wait another second. Standing right there in the center of the moving elevator, Giordano began the next round. He used the mirrors to his advantage, watching the sight of their bodies moving together. He pumped his hips upward with absolute savagery, his grunts echoing loudly off the metal walls as Victoria let out loud, uninhibited moans, her head tossing back against the glass. By the time the elevator reached the top floor and the doors slid open, they were both completely unhinged. They literally stumbled out of the cab, barely breaking their connected bodies as they collapsed through the double doors of Giordano’s master bedroom.

"We have a primary breach on the private executive elevator. Someone just used Catherine Hawthorne’s master clearance key to access floor eighty-two. She is walking toward your office right now—and she's not alone." Damien’s grip on Elias’s neck tightened to iron, his silver eyes turning to liquid steel as heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed down the marble hallway outside the closed door—

His mouth turned to my neck and whispered, “Shhhh, Kate you are almost there. Just let go like you promised.” I could not stop myself anymore and complied with his commands gripping the back of his soft suit and trying to hold onto anything as I could feel the release of my body in waves up and down my body. He reached over and pushed the button to start the elevator again moving us back upwards. He stood there holding me for a moment now finally taking his fingers off me and putting them in his mouth tasting my released essence and smiling to myself.

Sector 11 Elevator Core 2A Eden steps in. Doesn’t press a button. The lift begins moving. But the walls don’t hum. The floor doesn’t jolt. The entire space rises like it’s trying not to wake her. She exhales. And the light dims fractionally. Not to shadow. To match the shape of her comfort. She notices. This time, she doesn’t dismiss it. Floor 3: Hallway A. She walks. Two drones pass.

My juices leak between my legs as I push my chest further into his mouth, my fingers making a mess of his hair. This feeling is addictively delicious. His hand goes down between my legs over the jeans. The rubbing motions are making me really hot, I want him now! Again, my own hands move impatiently to the crotch of his pants, but he grabs them tight at the wrist to prevent them from going any further. "Angel, soon!". He pushes the red button again and the elevator doors open. A kiss on my forehead and he’s gone. I fall against the wall to get myself together again. The elevator moves now towards my own destination. To Danner on the top floor...

POV: Elias The iron cage of the elevator didn't fall so much as it shuddered downward into the dark, screaming like a dying beast against its guide rails. Every ten meters, a cage light flickered to life, dull, amber, and choked with decades of dust, casting rhythmic, blade-like shadows across Aria’s face.

Oswalth had forced me to install it after a few people wiretapped my previous apartment, so last year Crossfire installed a private elevator to my new apartment floor. The smell of blood, sweat, smoke, and a faint feminine perfume filled the elevator. She was no longer leaning on me, she was almost dangling on me to the point where, if I let go, she would fall. Her irregular breathing was a warm breath on my neck. I could feel blood seeping in now. "Hey," I whispered as the elevator door opened. "Can you put your right hand on my neck?" I asked, pulling her right hand to my neck without waiting for her answer, and burying her face in my neck as she groaned.

With his free hand, he hit the authentication button to allow them access to their floor. The elevator started to rise, just like her temperature. His mouth sucked and licked at the sensitive skin of her throat and shoulders and his hands teased her nipples through the satin of her dress. All the while, he kept her pinned to the elevator wall, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. Not that she wanted to escape. She wanted to be right there, but there was something about being put in her place that made the deeper parts of her brain light up with desire. It was primal. She half expected him to throw her over his shoulder and carry her into the apartment.