by Rayne Auster
He succeeded in kissing me stupid, bit my bottom lip, and then moved to suck my earlobe. “We have to be quick.” His whisper trickled into my befuddled mind. The meaning of the actual individual words and the context in which they were being used only made partial sense to me, and I protested the interruption in what we were doing with a pleading whimper I will never again admit to. “I’m sure someone is already on their way to fix the problem.” He then traced my ear with his tongue and reached for my pants, fingers nimbly making short work of the fastenings that held the sudden erection he’d just given me in check.
My penis sprang free and he thrust my pants all the way down, leaving me half-naked in what is, technically speaking, a public place. Fortunately for me, I was too far lost in lust to realize that. I actually helped him along by stepping out of my pants and underwear. “Now there’s a good Tweety,” he murmured, standing once more. Reaching into the pocket of his pants, he retrieved a condom and lube. The grin on his lips as he did so can only be described as positively wicked.
“Now on to the main event.” He grabbed my hand and squirted lube into it. He took only a moment to spread the lube over my fingers and then moved my hand to thrust my fingers into my ass. “Get yourself ready,” he purred into my ear.
I moaned and obeyed, the urge to thrust down onto the fingers now in my ass too much of a temptation to resist. I plunged my fingers as deep as I could get them and twisted them, spreading the cool slick substance around while Dylan prepared himself for me. He unbuttoned his pants and his erection sprang free, unrestrained. The fact that he’d gone commando told me he’d been preparing for this all along, but instead of bothering me, the realization only served to arouse me further.
The moment he had the condom on, he tugged my hand, pulling my slick fingers from my ass. He lifted the leg I’d just managed to get the cast off of, and my ass muscles quivered in anticipation of what was to come. Lining himself up, he thrust deep into my body. My muscles burned as they stretched to accommodate him. The brief foreplay had not been enough to stretch me sufficiently, but I didn’t care. I welcomed the slight sting, only just then realizing I missed the slight undertone of aggression that had somehow slipped out of our relationship since our first desperate coupling session.
Not even giving my body time to adjust, he began to thrust in earnest, withdrawing only to plunge right back in again, his pace both rapid and desperate. I picked up my other leg and wrapped it around his waist, trusting him to support me, so I could draw him deeper into my body. I cried out when he hit my prostate, and that is where we both lost control completely. Our coupling was fast and all-consuming, and quickly lost all semblance of rhythm as we both moved in a desperate bid for release. My orgasm hit me suddenly and the intensity of it had me quivering for long moments thereafter. Dylan came just as the tremors in my body began to fade, and we both collapsed to the elevator floor, neither of us able to support the other. The next few moments were spent in the silence that usually follows great sex, and would have probably been followed by a mini–make-out session as well if not for the fact that the elevator chose that moment to move. Yes, it’s cliché and everything, but what can I say?
Now we come to the not-so-glamorous part of kinky elevator sex stories that never really gets told. The sudden movement of the elevator spurred us into motion, and we quickly grappled our way back into our clothes. Dylan had an easier time of it than I did seeing as he hadn’t actually undressed, whereas I had to somehow find a way to scurry back into both my underwear and my pants in the short time it would take the elevator to reach its destination. Suffice it to say, I didn’t really stand a chance. The elevator doors opened while I was still in the process of buttoning my pants, and I looked up to meet the eyes of none other than: Kayden! Did I forget to mention Kayden repairs elevators for a living?
To describe that as an awkward moment would be an understatement. I was mortified, and only later did it occur to me that it was actually a moment of sweet justice. It would appear that what goes around does, after all, come around, but at the time I wasn’t reasoning that clearly. Dylan grabbed hold of my hand and we stumbled out the elevator in silence, my need to use crutches for a little while longer completely forgotten. It’s amazing what embarrassment can accomplish, isn’t it?
The moment we exited the elevator, I spotted Michael. He was headed right toward us, but instead of stopping when he came close, he continued to move, his attention not really upon us. “Sometimes we just have to live in the moment,” Michael whispered as he stepped past me, bumping into Kayden’s back. Kayden tripped and stumbled forward, into the elevator Dylan and I had just managed to vacate, and Michael stepped in behind him. The elevator doors slid oh so slowly closed, and a mere moment later the emergency stop light was once again illuminated. This apartment building really should do something about that lift….
Also by Rayne Auster
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Rayne Auster always had a passion for writing. However, growing up, she didn’t have the patience to finish what she started. Most of her projects died before even seeing the light of day. While studying for a master’s degree in computer science, she decided to post what she wrote online. That is when she discovered the joy of sharing the stories in her head. Unable to bear the thought of leaving her readers hanging, she finished her first piece of fiction. The satisfaction of actually completing a story quickly led to further inspiration, and she hasn't looked back since.
Her web site is https://sites.google.com/site/rayneauster/. You can contact Rayne at [email protected].
Lift Me Up ©Copyright Rayne Auster, 2010
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January 2010
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