Chapter 34 ELEVATOR SEX
Emma was coming home from a late gym session. She was wearing a sports bra and tight leggings damp with her sweat, hair packed in a messy ponytail, earbuds still in.
The blackout hit at 8:47 p.m., right as Emma stepped into the elevator on the lobby level of the building where she lives.
The doors were closing when a hand shot between them.
A dude in his early thirties slipped in just in time. He wore a dark suit rumpled from a long day at work. His hazel eyes flicked over her once and appreciative before he nodded politely and faced forward.
She was going to floor 14. He pressed the buttons. 18.
The elevator started moving upward. Then, without warning, the lights cut out. The car stopped suddenly between floors with a metallic groan.
Emergency lights came on, a dim red glow that made everything feel intimate.
“Shit,” he muttered, pulling out his phone. There is no signal.
Emma removed her earbuds. “Great. Just what I needed.”
They stood in silence for a minute, there wasn't any ventilation, and heat was already rising. Ninety degrees outside, and hotter inside.
She started sweating, she was supposed to be in the shower and not stucked in a fucking elevator.
He shrugged off his suit jacket, held it over his hands. “Looks like we might be here a while.”
She glanced at him. “Are you always this calm when you’re trapped?”
“Only when I’m trapped with beautiful company.” Ooh the line was smooth and his added smile made it feel genuine.
The line worked like magic. “Emma,” she said offering her hand.
“Call me Lucas.”
Her took her hands, the shook his palm was warm and the grip firm. Neither let go right away.
They waited. Ten minutes passed. It became twenty. The air thickened, heavy with their mixed scents. The emergency light made the space feel even smaller.
Emma leaned against the wall, fanning herself with her hand. “It's getting brutal in here.”
Lucas loosened his tie completely, pulling it free. “You can take some clothes off if you need to. I won’t look.”
She smirked. “Liar.”
He met her eyes, some currents pasing between them. “Okay. I’ll try not to look too much.”
She laughed lightly, left with no choice the heat was unbearable now. She removed her oversized hoodie, leaving just sport bra on. Her nipples were already hard from the temperature shift and maybe from the way he looked at her.
Lucas followed, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, showing off a toned hairy chest, abs built from days of hitting the gym. He didn’t stop at a few buttons. He completely shrugged off the shirt tossing it on top of his jacket.
Emma's mouth went dry at the sight.
Another ten minutes. The only sound was their breathing. Sweat poured from her spine, between her breasts.
Lucas noticed, he stepped closer…not touching her, but so close she could feel the heat radiating off him.
“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.
“Adrenaline. And it’s fucking hot.”
He nodded. “I can help with the heat.”
Before she could ask how, he reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away, when she didn't, he brushed sweat from her collarbone with his thumb.
The touch was light, but it ignited her. She leaned in.
His hands went to her cheeks, pulling her face in for a kiss. It was just raw need, no hesitation. Tongues exploring each other's mouth, hands suddenly everywhere.
She moaned into his mouth when his palms cupped her ass, pulling her against his hard length begging for release in his pants.
In a twinkle of an eyes, clothes came off fast. Her sports bra hit the floor, his belt undone she shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock, damnn it was thick, heavy and already leaking with precum.
He pulled her leggings to her thighs, sliding his fingers between her legs to find her soaked.
“No panties?” he growled against her neck.
“Laundry day,” she gasped as he circled her clit.
He spun her around, pressing her against the cool metal wall. One hand placed beside her head, the other guiding himself to her to her entrance. He paused using just the tip to teasing her slick folds.
“Tell me you want this.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “I want to feel you do so badly.”
He entered her deep and hard, filling her completely. They both groaned…loudly in the confined space. No cameras in the dark, and no one hearing them.
He fucked her slow at first, waiting until she adjusted to his size, every inch dragging against her walls. Then he increased the pace, hitting faster, her breasts pressed to the wall with every thrust. One hand pulling her hair just enough to arch her back.
Emma bit her lip to muffle the cries, but he didn’t let her.
“Let me hear you,” he grunted in her ear. “No one else is listening.”
She let go. “Oh yesss…fuck me hard.”
“You got some sweet cunt bitch.”
“You like it.” she gasped, as he hit her G-spot
“Like hell I love it, so creamy and fucking tight.”
She started begging. “Make me cum on your meat.”
The elevator car rocked slightly with their rhythm.
He slammed harder, grinding his waist against her, She started cumming it was sudden and violent, her pussy gripping his cock, she let out a sharp cry of pleasure, legs shaking.
He kept pounding her craving his own release, some minutes later, he pulled her hips back and hard, coming deep inside her with a throaty groan, pulse after pulse until they were both trembling.
They stayed intertwined, catching their breath till their sweat cooled on their skin.
The lights came back on. The elevator moved upwards.They separated fast, putting on their clothes, acting like nothing happened. The doors opened on floor 14.
Emma stepped out and turned to face him.
He met her eyes, a slow, knowing smile spreading.
“Night, Mia.”
“Night, Lucas.”
The doors closed.
She walked to her apartment on shaky legs, his cum already starting to trickle down her thigh.
She never saw him again.
But every time the elevator lights flickered after that, she got wet remembering the stranger who fucked her senseless in the dark.