Elevator Hitch Ao3 Novels & Stories

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.

And each of them groaned against her mouth, one hand on their cock, the other gripping her hair, guiding her, tasting her, using her tongue like it was theirs. She came again. Didn’t even mean to. She just clenched, shook, buried her face in the fifth man’s neck and sobbed from how good it was. He came seconds later. Filling her. Her thighs were shaking. Her body a puddle of heat and filth. She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. The elevator still hadn’t moved. The emergency stop was still pressed. “She’s not even close to finished,” the fourth said, dragging fingers through the mess on her tits. “She’s gonna remember us every time she walks into an elevator.”

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.

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.