You hear a ping and panic. “The door”, you squeal, trying to squirm around Will and get to the lift’s console.
“Don’t worry”, he pants, crowding you into the corner and turning you to face the wall. “It’s a private elevator. I told you when we went over amenities on the plane, remember?” You relax slightly, letting him slide your skirt higher up your thighs.
“Wait -”, you say. “You said the suite comes with assigned staff. What if -” your concern melts to pleasure as Will nips at your ear.
“They only come when called”, he assures you, before growling in appreciation at your lack of underwear. “We’re alone.” You feel him press against you, just him. No khaki shorts, no boxers; just his long, thick heat searching like a dowsing rod for your rapidly dampening core. Will crouches, wrapping your thigh in his large hand. He both spreads your legs and half-lifts you, fitting himself where he’s been aching to be since you got off the plane.
The two of you groan in unison while he presses home in one long stroke. You reach behind you to grab his ass, holding him still. It’s the first sex in a month, since you each had conferences and client trips keeping you apart. It’s not that his girth is too much. It’s more the missing him and anticipation of the reunion disappearing in an instant. You want to savor this part. You lay your head against Will’s chest and breathe deeply, trying to quell a moan.
Will’s hands slide up your torso, settling around your breasts. He cups them, feeling the weight, then tweaks your nipples. He likes the jolt it gives you, especially when he’s inside because you clench so tight. You think he’s about to start moving, but he finds your pearl instead. He presses down firmly, massages it slowly. He leans down, putting his ear as close to your mouth as he can. He wants to hear your breath hitch when he lights up that bundle of nerves: he drags his nails along the hood, just enough to make it hurt. It’s when you start moving.
This man knows your body, and it would annoy you if he abused that power. He would never. He loves to hear what he does to you; he loves the way he reacts to it. He loves when you take over. Like right now, you push backward, plant your feet firmly on the floor and rock hard against him. He senses you want it quick and dirty, so he meets your rhythm forcefully. “You sure”, he checks. “I won’t be able to stop in a second.”
“Good”, you croak. “You started it.” He huffs in mock indignance and grips your hips with both hands, widening his stance to pound you to completion. You can feel the moment he loses control: his hands tighten on you and his cock swells within you. “Yes”, you whine, legs starting to shake. You hope your knees don’t give out.
“I got you, baby”, Will moans, as if reading your mind. He bends over you, wrapping one arm around your waist to brace you. “You feel good.” His pelvis beats a staccato rhythm against you and you tighten around him, driving him harder.
“Oh, my god”, you groan. “I’m gonna come…”
“Twice”, Will breathes, feeling for your clit again.
“Wha -”, you start, then lose the thought to the storm of sensations blowing through you. It’s like he can time your orgasms or something. You come apart, trying to keep your balance. Just when you’re sure you won’t, Will pulls out and flips you around. Before you can breathe, he’s back inside you and you’re against the wall. He reaches behind you and gentles a finger into your rosebud. You melt. Again. “Goddammit, Will”, you breathe, wiggling yourself down onto his cock and finger.
Will smirks, the devilish one that got you to agree to drinks almost five years ago. You know there’s a triumphant chuckle coming and you don’t want to give in that easily. You kiss him, then lick a trail down his neck, only to bite hard when he expects a hickey. Will whimpers, leaning heavily into you, grinding deep inside. And you thought you had the upper hand…
“Oh, shit… Holy sh- baby”, you sigh, giving in to the shudders rolling up your spine, mewling and quivering, milking him throughout. At some point, you’re not sure when in the haze of your pleasure, you hear Will’s hand slap against the wall of the elevator. He grunts, head dropping to your shoulder, and fills you up. He wraps his arms around you, crumpling to the floor, just as the doors open.
“Can you -”, he points at the console. You disengage and push the button to lock the elevator. “Thank you.” When you turn around, he’s still on the floor, catching his breath. Not quite hard, but definitely not softening.
“You’re not tired, are you, babe”, you tease. Will looks up at you, watches you slink over him, to kneel between his legs. “I want more…” You run your hands up his thighs, leaning down toward him.
“Winded, right this second”, he admits. “But if you finish me off here, I’m sleeping in this elevator, just so you know.” You laugh lustily, as you take him in your mouth. “Ooooh”, he groans, as you wrap your tongue around him. “Just get me a pillow before you leave me here.” You wink and bob your head to agree. “And a blanket - fuck, I might die. Never mind.”
