Author's notes:
My brain just spat this out because ValentineZombie showed me a gif. Yup. Her fault. Her fault entirely. I mean - you don't show me people having sex in an elevator while I'm sending you lovely pic of James, ok? You just don't do that. Or else this happens to the world.
LOL
Oh, and - also - hello - I'm so proud of myself - this story has exactly 500 words - according to my Word document. LOL. I just found that funny.
Ok, forget my ranting, go read the go grab yourself a cold shower - I know I am!
Love,
Emy
We walked into the elevator and James pressed the 15th floor button. The doors closed slowly as I leaned back against the opposite wall. It felt good to be out of the LA summer heat.
The second the doors shut closed James pounced on me, his lips on mine, his hands all over my body like a squid's tentacles and I forgot what air was and how to even breathe. My eyes drifted closed the second James' hand squeezed one of my breasts – hard. I moaned into our kiss. James' hand grabbed my thigh and lifted it up around his waist and held me there. I barely registered a small sound that I couldn't pinpoint but I recognized soon enough as James' zipper being undone as he pulled my panties aside and shoved himself right into me without warning.
I wanted to cry out in pain and pleasure, but James ate all of my sound up, his mouth never leaving mine, his tongue controlling me deliciously. I grabbed his shoulders trying to find some balance as he began thrusting into me at full speed. He hit my cervix time and time and time again – it hurt – it was amazing – I couldn't breathe – I wanted – I needed more.
"Jay…" I tried but James' grunt cut me off.
He was heaving heavily, thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow. "Don't. Don't you dare…" James panted while thrusting harder and harder, deeper and deeper into me. "You can't come." He grunted against my lips.
I gasped and moaned without wanting. I felt so turned on. Impossibly turned on by his controlling demeanor. By the way he'd chosen to torture me. James squeezed my ass, a finger finding its way inside of me. I moaned loudly but James kissed me again.
Everything was too much. I could feel my orgasm coming fast. But James ordered me not to come again and I fought to hold myself back. I fought for sanity against his harsh, relentless thrusts.
A couple more seconds and James shoved himself deep inside of me one last time. His body stilled, his hips jerked forward without his control as he emptied his hot seed sheeted deep inside of me. While he rode the last of his orgasmic high James bit the side of my neck and I screamed in actual pain. That brought me back from the verge of my own orgasm.
I slapped James upside the head the second he came up from my neck. I knew I'd have an ugly bruise, but his face was all smug as he pulled out of me and zipped himself up just in time for the elevator doors to open.
"What the fuck was that?" I growled.
James leaned in close to me. "A dream come true, baby." He whispered against my lips, a fraction of an inch away, before getting out of the elevator and to the door of our apartment. I stood there gawking until the elevator doors began closing.