Elevator Hitch Ao3 Novels & Stories

When the red light flashed, and the elevator door slid open unexpectedly. My companion Lilith abruptly bowed, while I... I am staring into the man leading the walking group into his eyes. His long sleeve is folded, and I recognize his tattoo. It's a dragon. Is he the man who pressed his lips against mine? Suddenly, Miss Lilith drew me close to her. His blue eyes… The depth. Too deep, that I feel like I’m drowning. (Venal POV)

My fingers were shaking as I typed in the code that Trei had given me. R-B-1-6-5 I was hoping that nothing would happen and an error would flash on the screen so I can come back and enjoy my day with Skyr and Byron. Unfortunately, a green light flashed upon confirming the code and the elevator door closed. Trei, whatever you want to show me better be worth the risk.

They switched positions several times, and with Arion’s strength, he lifted Emily without breaking their connection. In a koala-style position, they continued kissing as Arion carried Emily into the elevator. Once inside, he pressed Emily’s back against the elevator wall and thrust into her again. The reflections in the mirror showing their intertwined bodies made them even wilder. Unbeknownst to them, the elevator doors opened and closed multiple times. Arion ignored the persistent door alarm, focusing entirely on thrusting into Emily in a standing position. He kissed her skin aggressively, leaving many love marks. “Yon! Yon! Darling! I’m close!” Emily screamed, her body tensing as she near

The elevator was a cage of ornate iron, hanging by massive chains that disappeared into the darkness above. Kaelen stepped toward the control panel. He pressed his bleeding palm against a smooth obsidian plate. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a low hum vibrated through the floor. The obsidian plate began to glow with a deep, pulsing violet light. The blood on Kaelen’s hand was absorbed into the stone, and with a groan of ancient gears, the elevator began to rise.

Pressed firmly against me, and a low, throaty moan rips from my throat as my eyes fall short. “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you,” he rasps. “Fucking hell.” Our room is on the tenth floor, and this elevator couldn’t move any slower. Impatiently, we look at the numbers on the elevator. Eight. Ezra thrusts again. Pleasure zings through my lower belly. Nine. He squeezes my ass hard. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. Ten. Finally. He grabs my waist firmly and instructs, “Jump.”

After all it is a private elevator specifically only for the Bodega wing so unless her mother has decided to come out for fresh air, nobody will be trying to use it. She gasps, her mouth parts. That’s my invitation to lower my lips to hers and slide my tongue along her bottom lip and pull on it softly with my teeth. “Dante,” she breathes out but I can see the quick turning arousal in her already hooded eyes. “Kenna you are so fucking beautiful. All I could think about during our meal was fucking you in the elevator. Have you had elevator sex before?” “No, never, this is the first.”

His trembling fingers rapidly entered the access code. DING! The elevator doors slid open. "Get inside!" Everyone rushed in. The moment the last survivor crossed the threshold, the elevator doors began closing. BANG! The monster's tongue slammed violently against the metal doors. The entire elevator shook. BANG! Another strike followed. Deep dents began forming on the reinforced metal. Everyone inside stared in horror. The creature was literally trying to tear the elevator apart. "We need to get the hell out of here!" Nathan shouted urgently. His hand immediately shot toward the control panel.

In surprise, she stood upright quickly, but soon relaxed. -I hate crowded elevators. – Camila's husband murmured. -Oh, I hate it too. - she said moving her hips slowly. My body was practically glued to hers, and without any kind of escape, since I was against the wall of steel. The light movement of her hips caused a minimal friction in our bodies, more precisely in the lower parts. I closed my eyes, feeling my body heat up. What the hell was that woman trying to do? Drive me crazy? The elevator seemed to move as slow as possible in that moment, having Karla's body so close flooded my head with dirty and exciting thoughts.

The backgrounds were mostly high-end restaurants, backstage at fashion shows, or gyms. She was probably a model. I kept scrolling down and stopped at a post from a week ago. She had posted a back-view photo, her pose lazy yet incredibly seductive. She was on her tiptoes, showing off her heels with red soles. This was the only photo with a caption. "Thanks for the gift, Mr. S." She even added a few heart emojis. Mr. S? My chest tightened as if an invisible hand had gripped my heart. Suddenly, I felt suffocated.

He pulled her over, leaned on the handrail, and quickly pressed all the elevator buttons. His actions were as per the standard operating procedure when one was trapped in the elevator. After all, they were at a high level and would be seriously hurt if the elevator crashed down. Penny stopped moving. Her muscles were tense as she was a little scared. Caleb acted out of conditioned reflex and eventually realized how close the two of them were. The smell of Penny’s fragrance engulfed him. Her uncontrollable breathing in the dark made the situation a little amorous. It was as though they were having a romantic picnic on the edge of a cliff. It was equal parts thrill and temptation.