“I’m harder than I’ve ever been. The noises you made when you exploded make me wish I could have seen your face,” he growls.
I can’t think of a snappy comeback, or anything, but all I know is I want more. I rise from the floor and turn toward him, lifting my hands, trying to feel where he is. It doesn’t take long before my fingers contact his muscular chest. I slide my hands down the hard planes of his stomach, my pussy clenching at the thought of what’s going to happen next.
“Sit back,” I whisper, biting down on my lower lip. There’s something liberating about him not being able to see me—the only thing connecting us, touch and sound. I nudge him to lean his back against the elevator wall and move his legs wide so I can settle myself in between them.
When he does, I let my hands travel down his chest and past his rippled abs, which I can feel even through his shirt. When I get to his slacks, I run my hand over the large bulge before fumbling the button open. I eagerly drag the zipper down and slide my hands into his boxers to free his massive erection.
“I really want my cock in that sassy mouth of yours.” His hand lands on the side of my face, his fingers searching for my mouth. He runs his thumb across my bottom lip when he finds them, and I open up, granting him entry. He pushes two of his fingers inside, letting me taste myself. I swirl my tongue around his fingers just as I intend on doing to his dick soon.
He groans as I move my hand up and down his thick shaft, his fingers sliding over my tongue until the tips are almost at my throat. He takes his fingers out and buries his hand in my hair instead.
“Put my cock in your mouth and suck me like you just did my fingers,” he groans as he pushes my head lower. Normally, I’m the dominant one, but for now, in this in-between time, I’ll allow him to guide me wherever he wants to go as long as there are more orgasms.
I take the smooth head of his member into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, just as I did with his fingers. Keeping my hand wrapped around the base, I let his dick slide all the way into my mouth.
I bob my head up and down, taking him a little deeper every time until I’m full-on deep throating him. I gag when the tip hits the back of my throat, and he growls in response.
He grunts and groans, his hand tightening in my hair while my pussy throbs with need. I want him inside of me so badly, but I also want to taste his cum. I don’t know which one I want more until I feel his dick throb in my mouth, and I know he is close.
“You want me to blow a load in your throat? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t stop.” His words only egg me on, making me take him deeper, faster, and harder.
He explodes. Warm, salty cum filling my throat as his dick swells impossibly thick in my mouth. His hand is fisting my hair, tugging on my scalp, sending a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure through my body.
I wait until he is completely still, and I know every ripple of pleasure has run through his body. Then I pull away, sucking slightly at the tip before I release him with a small pop.
“Fuck… that was…” He trails off. I sit up and scoot next to him, so we are next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.
“Yeah, it was…” Just like him, I can’t seem to find the right words. My mind is still swarming with endorphins left by my orgasm, while the darkness surrounding us is keeping me disoriented. Those two factors combined are making it impossible to think.
“I’m still hard,” Paul, or whatever his name is, tells me. “My dick is getting cold. Why don’t you sit on it?”
Part of me wants to tell him I’m not a fucking hen, but the desire and need stirring deep inside my core is screaming at me to hurry and take that damn seat. I huff at myself, letting the needy part of me win. I twist my body, swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him.
He wasn’t joking. He is still hard as a rock, his thick cock nudging at my entrance, coaxing out another gush of moisture from my pussy. I bite my bottom lip when he grabs onto my hip with bruising force and slams me down onto him, spearing me with his huge cock, stretching my walls, and hitting a spot inside of me that no one has ever hit before. White-hot pleasure fills my veins as my moan echoes around the small elevator space. I almost come right then.
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust to his size, which is fine by me. I want him. I want him to slam me down on his cock over and over again, and that’s exactly what he does. With a tight grip on my hips, he bounces me up and down on his dick, thrusting into me at full force.
My orgasm slams into me unannounced. I feel like I just got hit by lightning, every cell of my body electrified. My pussy clenches around his cock, my inner walls squeezing him as I climax.
The sounds that come out of my mouth are unnatural. Even though I’m trying to form words like fuck and oh my God, they all come out as grunts and moans.
He slows down a little, letting me ride out my peak as he grinds me against him in slow but deep thrusts. I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder while trying to get my breathing under control.
“I’m not done with you yet. I want you to ride my dick until I blow a fat load deep inside of you. I want my cum dripping out of your pussy when you get up. I want to fuck you so hard that your cunt is sore tomorrow, and you are reminded of how good I fucked you with every step you take.”
I didn’t think this was even possible, but his dirty talk is such a turn on. It has me ready to come yet again. I’ve never come more than twice in one night, ever.
It must be the darkness heightening my senses that has me feeling so out of control, my body on edge, my mind in a fog. Taking away the one sense you rely on the most makes this even more erotic. I’ve never experienced such pleasure before.
He bites my nipple through my blouse and bra, making me arch my body for closer contact. His hands roam all over, gripping my hips and moving me slightly. And for the first time, I wish we were completely naked.
“Like this?” I ask seductively while grinding my hips over him, taking his enormous cock so deep I can feel him hitting the end of my channel. He rips my shirt open, popping a few buttons. The savage things this man can do makes me move a little more. He pulls down my bra and takes my nipple into his mouth once again.
I call out and move faster, thrusting my hips forward, rocking, causing delicious friction.
“Fuck, yes. Ride me. Ride me hard,” he grunts.
This time I’m not gentle, riding him fast and hard. My knees scrape against the harsh floor, probably leaving marks, but I couldn’t care less. I’m completely lost in need and desire for his body. I keep the pace up, riding him like a racehorse. Our moans and grunts mingle into one sensual sound that fills the small, dark space we are in.
I feel my sex clench again, the tingling feeling in my clit from rubbing against him becoming too much. My fingers dig into the skin on his neck while I reach my peak once more. My walls gripping onto him tightly as my whole body spasms with my release. Every muscle in my body locks up and releases again.
“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting his hips upward, his cock throbbing within me, spilling his warm cum inside of me. Our movements slow, becoming nothing more than lazy strokes as we both enjoy the aftershock of the combined orgasm.
My body is exhausted, my bones feel like jelly, and my mind is in disarray. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a few breaths. That was the best sex of my life, and it was with a total stranger in an elevator. I can’t believe we just did this, but fuck, it felt good.