Elevator Hitch Ao3 소설 & 이야기

It was a brief, fierce squeeze—a transfer of strength, a silent recommitment to the ‘after. The elevator doors slid open with a soft sigh. They stepped inside the cold, fluorescent-lit box. Sabatine hit the button for the lowest sub-level. As the doors began to close, sealing them in their descent towards the heart of the danger, Anton leaned close, his lips brushing Sabatine’s ear. “For the ‘after,’” he whispered. Sabatine turned his head, catching Anton’s mouth in one last, swift, promising kiss as the elevator plunged downward into the dark.

If Damon checked logs, it would point to Harris. She stepped inside the massive elevator with Andrei and his eight men. Davina and Inara were carried like cargo. Inside the elevator, Andrei groped Annaida, pressing his lips against her neck. Annaida despised it, but she didn’t protest. She pretended to enjoy it as he licked her taut swells, knowing resistance would fracture her fragile alliance. Two of his men joined in, pawing at her body. She endured it, her mind fixed on the sixtieth floor.

As long as he has the pheromone perfume, they will be under his command. Smiling wickedly, Sir Tremblay walked towards the elevator and proceeded with his new plan. He grabbed the Photography Club member out and took the two girls and placed them in the corner of the elevator while he pushed the button for the ground floor. Watching the elevator doors closed, he smiled wickedly as he watched Damian, Arthur and Albert try their best to resist the smell and catch him— or even the elevator. But they were too late. With a ding, the elevator doors closed and it went down with Sir Tremblay, Hestia and Excami in tow.

Isabella hugged me again with the promise to hang out later. Evan ushered me away from the dance floor and towards the elevator door designed to take us up and all the way to the penthouse suite. We both stepped inside the champagne gold lift and Evan pressed the topmost floor button. The elevator's double doors went shut and it began to ascend. He lowered his eyes to meet mine and the lovely gems darted from my eyes to my lips and then back to hold my gaze. The desire in his eyes made my breath quicken.

“Yeah. I know. Beautiful isn’t it?” “Uh-huh.” Sawyer nodded as they slid in, marveling at the glittering fixtures and the exquisite buttons in the elevator as the door closed. Daniel slid a card in the slot and entered a code allowing the elevator to bypass all floors on the way up to his room. It began moving up as they headed to the top floor. Sawyer froze, a silent prayer in his mind. He hated elevators. They made his stomach roil. “What’s the matter, dear?” Daniel placed a hand over his and shuffled closer by his side, his Alpha smell making Sawyer feel both heady and horny at the same time. He clung to Daniel like a baby koala.

We boarded the VIP Elevator, it's not the one that Lance and I rode earlier, it's like a secret elevator, you won't notice it right away, I thought at first it was just a book shelf elevator. After we boarded, Thyro quickly pressed the ground floor and grabbed me with a burning kiss, I was very close to his shoulder because both my knees were weak due to the nervousness, and the sensation that gradually engulfed me. "T-Thyro... someone might c-come in and see us," I said softly in the middle of our kiss. "No one dares to enter my own elevator, no one knows this damnit elevator except us, so don't care about that," he said while biting my lower lips.

* **Floor 10-20: REPETITIVE TRAUMA (THE SLASHER SUB-DIVISION)** * **Floor 21-40: UNREQUITED LONGING (THE ROMANCE REVENUE STREAM)** * **Floor 41-60: EXISTENTIAL DREAD (THE PHILOSOPHICAL THRILLER WING)** * **Floor 61-80: SYSTEMIC OPPRESSION (THE DYSTOPIAN ENGINE)** "They've mapped out every way a human can suffer," I whispered, pressing the button for Floor 90. The elevator doors closed, but the ride wasn't a smooth ascent. As we passed each floor, the "Reality" inside the elevator changed.

Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, arching my back more. “Uh… uh… ah… yes,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice low so it wouldn’t echo too loud in the elevator. My pussy clenched tight around his dick, sucking him in with every thrust. “This is what you needed after dealing with that weak ass husband,” Neo grunted, slamming into me harder. “Bent over like a slut in your own office building. Getting fucked on the elevator like a hoe" He fucked me faster, balls slapping loud against my wet pussy. The elevator was wide, giving us plenty of space. I could barely stay balanced on my toes but the way he stretched me felt too good.

It felt like there was no escape for the both. The elevator rattled as it reached the highest floor. Right at that moment, Aiden's finger was inside me and he hit my g spot. My whole body shuddered in pleasure, I felt like I was about to pass out from the sensation if he hadn't caught me with his strong arms. We both stood there in silence, too embarrassed to say anything. His touch had triggered something inside of me, an electric connection.

He was out of balance, his head rolling back against my shoulder. "I have you," I said. I hooked my arm under his thighs, lifting him against my chest. He was a guy, an NHL center, but he felt light to me. I stepped into the elevator, slamming the button for the penthouse floor. The doors shut, cutting off the shouting from the garage. The elevator rose in silence. The digital floor indicator counted up to forty-four. The honey smell from Elliot's collar got stronger. It meant he was in heat. It was a strong signal. My own cedar scent flared up a heavy wall of pine that filled the elevator.