by Hart, Lane
"That’s ah ... she has a …ah, really nice ass," he choked out.
I was a little embarrassed, but a helluva lot turned on, especially as Dylan's fingers kept fucking me without even a slight pause during the conversation. I leaned my forehead on the cool metal wall to try and wrap my mind around what we were doing. My body liked it, that was for damn sure. I just had to turn my uptight and judgmental brain off for a few minutes.
Dylan's hands on me and his naughty words were exhilarating, but then I heard the ding of the elevator doors opening all too soon. I started to straighten and turn around, expecting us to get off at the garage level.
"We're not getting off. Yet," Dylan grabbed my waist and stopped me with his free hand. "Now turn back around and spread your legs wide for me." I looked up at him to judge his seriousness. The quick rise and fall of his chest and the heated look in his dark green eyes told me he was just as turned on as I was. At the moment I was willing to obey any and all of his commands just to relieve the pressure between my legs.
As soon as I did as he asked, his hand moved back under my dress to resume his ministrations. I cried out when he increased the pressure and quickened the strokes of his long fingers moving in and out of my pussy. I couldn't help but press down against his hand, chasing the pleasurable feeling growing stronger by the second.
"Are you coming or going?" Dylan asked, and at first I thought he was talking to me. Then I heard the man clear his throat before he responded.
"Ah, coming. I want to come," he mumbled quickly.
"Hell, I do too. Close the doors and hit the stop button for us, would you?"
Oh…my…God. Dylan was actually going to take this even further, while a man we didn't know watched.
My pulse raced and my breathing turned into pants after I heard the elevator doors whoosh closed again. It was so naughty knowing they were both looking at my ass, and lower to where Dylan's hand was fucking me oh-so-good. The whole ordeal was unlike anything I'd ever done before. I actually wanted Dylan to fuck me right here, right now in front of this man. I wanted it so badly I thought I might die if he didn't get me off soon.
"Give me your panties, baby," Dylan said against my ear, as he tugged them down my legs and I stepped out of them. "Mm. You are so fucking wet," he commented, loud enough for the guy to hear when his two long fingers returned inside me, now moving slowly and deep enough to drive me crazy. "You like the idea of letting him watch while you take my cock, don’t you?" he asked.
"Y-yes. Oh God, yes," I answered as I swiveled my hips against his hand.
"Then I'll give it to you, but I want you to look at him."
"W-what?" I asked, my mind completely boggled by this whole situation.
"Look at him. Has he got a hard-on from watching us?" he asked.
I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. Shy, sexually inexperienced, little ole me. But this is what I wanted from Dylan. I wanted to do anything and everything sexually that I'd been missing out on. I wanted to know what turned men on, and I wanted to feel sexy and desired. And that's exactly how I felt right now. My normal insecurities were long gone.
I took a deep, steadying breath, then glanced over at the other side of the elevator while Dylan's fingers kept moving rhythmically in and out of me. The man looked about as surprised as I probably did - lips parted, eyes wide, one of his hands rubbing up and down the bulge in the front of his pants. His brown eyes glanced up at mine for a moment, before they lowered again to my exposed ass, where Dylan's hand still worked me between my legs. He was a nice looking man, clean cut with short brown hair, dressed rather conservatively in slacks and a polo shirt, and he was most definitely aroused by us.
"You ready to watch me fuck her until she screams?" he asked the man.
"Oh yeah. This is so hot."
"Oh God," I moaned, so very close to coming on his fingers, just before he pulled them out of me.
Frustrated and needy, I slumped forward against the wall, pushing my ass out in invitation while Dylan readied himself. I heard the sound of his zipper going down, then the tear of a condom wrapper. When I was able to open my eyes again our up-close and personally invited peeping Tom had his hand down the front of his pants, breathing heavily while he looked wide-eyed at Dylan's cock. He seemed rather impressed, but who wouldn't be?
Dylan nudged my opening, teasing me with just the blunt head of his erection.
"Please fuck me," I begged, pushing back against him to show him how much I wanted him in me. He'd left me hanging right on the edge, and now I was losing any semblance of control I had left.
"You love taking my cock, don't you?" he asked, as he pushed forward. Filling me with one thrust, his sudden intrusion forced my body up onto my toes.
"Ohmygodyes!" I exclaimed in an exhale of breath. Dylan felt incredible inside me, possessing me - big, thick and so amazingly hard.
After giving me a second to adjust, Dylan started moving his long shaft in and out, saying dirty things in my ear the whole time, while a stranger jerked off beside us. I turned my head to the side, and watched as Tom's hand moved faster and faster in his pants, while Dylan fucked me against the wall. Each shove making me cry out. It was so freaking hot, and felt so damned good as I got closer to my much needed relief.
"How many times ... have I made you … come today?" Dylan asked, tightening his grip on my hips.
"Seven. Oh!" I moaned and my eyes closed as he shoved deep inside of me and hit that magical spot.
"That's right ... Seven. Fucking. Times." Each word was punctuated with a thrust. "Now tell him … how much you like … sucking my cock."
Oh Jesus. I could barely form words and he wanted me to say dirty things. Dylan stopped moving behind me and I whimpered in need, thrusting back against him.
"Don’t stop!"
"Tell him," he ordered again. Frick. So that was his game? He wanted me to tell another man what I did with him and how good it was, while my body begged for release?
Dylan reached up with both hands and jerked the top of my dress down so he could fill them with my sensitive breasts. Surges of arousal went spiraling through my body.
"No fucking bra? You're killing me, baby," he said, pinching both of my nipples between his finger and thumb, while his dick pulsed thick and swollen deep inside me. I needed him to move, damn it, or I was going to lose my mind. What was the question? Oh yeah, how much I like going down on him.
"I love sucking your big, hard cock," I panted, while squeezing his length with my inner walls. Dylan groaned, but thankfully he started moving again, and even harder than before. Tom let out his own groan that made me think he was enjoying the show, and getting close to his own release.
Dylan rotated us, putting his back against the side of the elevator and holding me against the front of him. His hands squeezed my hips, using his grip to drive me up and down his cock, fucking me while I faced another man.
No longer having anything to brace myself on, I reached behind me and wrapped my arms around Dylan's neck as his lips came down to nuzzle and suck on mine. I had no doubt he was leaving beard stubble burns and hickies, but I was beyond caring. This position forced my breasts out towards our new friend, who leaned back against the other wall of the elevator, stroking himself furiously.
"You suck me so damn good, too," he said against my ear, continuing his combustible dirty talk. "Blowing my fucking mind. And you get so fucking wet when you're on your knees, working your mouth up and down my cock, don't you, baby?"
"Yes. Oh God yes!" I wasn't going to last much longer. I was too aroused by the whole sordid affair. My breasts were exposed and bouncing at a random man, who was watching my brother's best friend talk dirty to me while he fucked me. Later, I'd probably think back on this moment and feel like a huge slut, but right now I was all too happy to just ride out the pleasure Dylan was giving me. I could even admit I was incredibly aroused having another man watch us.
"You've got this man so worked up. Look how hard he's jerking his
dick, looking at your tits and pussy while I fuck you."
I looked straight ahead at him. His stance had widened as he leaned back against the opposite wall. Apparently losing the last of his inhibitions, his cock was now out of his pants as he stroked himself for all he was worth. I saw the glistening moisture that had gathered at his tip, before he spread it up and down his length.
"She's hot as fuck, isn't she?" it sounded like Dylan asked the man.
"Oh yeah. She's … umm … damn … so hot," the man licked his lips as his eyes roamed from my breasts, down to where my dress was hiked up to my hips, exposing my bare, wet and-oh-so-full pussy to him.
"Wait 'till you see her come. The woman's gorgeous ... and the sounds she makes … so fucking sexy."
I was too close to the edge of ecstasy to be embarrassed by his words.
"Suck my fingers so I can finish you," Dylan ordered, surprising me. His hand left my hip for me to take two fingers. I covered them with my mouth and sucked them as he pushed them in and out, mimicking the rhythm of his cock inside me. I watched Tom and heard him make a pained sound as he focused intently on my mouth.
"Come for me, baby." As soon as Dylan's wet fingers slipped from my mouth and reached down to touch my clit I came screaming. My insides tightened around his cock in spasms, and my body was writhing so hard he had to hold me up.
I heard our companion grunt while I was slowly coming back down from orgasm heaven. I opened my eyes and watched his hips buck frantically, just before he came in his hand with a curse. His lust filled gaze stayed on my breasts, as they continued to bounce up and down from Dylan's forcefulness. Behind me, he grabbed my hips hard and thrust deep inside me. I heard him growl out a low curse when he finally stilled and found his release.
He moved my hair to the side and kissed my sweaty neck. "You okay?"
I nodded. "I'm awesome." I didn’t even care that he’d mussed me up. The just-fucked look worked for me.
"Good. Now let me clean you up," he said, between pants. Before I could comprehend his words he was on his knees behind me, his tongue thrusting between my legs.
"Oh God!" I screamed, when his mouth sucked on my still sensitive flesh. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment. I couldn’t believe he was … oh, and then my body accepted what he offered…and begged for more
"Jesus," I heard the man mutter. It seemed we were all getting religious in the elevator tonight.
I felt Dylan's tongue lick down the inside of my thigh, and then back up again to start circling my clit.
"Oh shit!" I yelled. My knees were so weak I just knew I was going to fall. My hands searched, looking for something to anchor myself to. I reached beside me and found the railing, grabbing on to it while my hips thrust down against Dylan's mouth, chasing another orgasm.
“Oh! Oh yes! Right there! Oh! Ohhhhh God!”
His tongue flicked over that wonderful spot once, twice, over and over, right before he gave me sweet relief. My legs shook with waves of pleasure that kept going on and on. It was an incredible feeling I didn't want to ever end.
I sagged against the rail of the elevator as I floated back down to reality. A reality where the man across from me was stroking his cock again, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he leaned against the wall.
"Ah, fuck," our new friend muttered.
Dylan got back to his feet and wrapped his arms around me. I turned to lean my forehead against his chest while I tried to catch my breath. My legs felt like jelly in my high heels, and I was thankful he was holding me up. It was official. My mind had been blown.
He reached down and pulled my dress back into place, covering my ass for me. His hand stayed on the outside of the fabric, gently cupping and caressing my bottom.
"Will you … will you let me watch you suck his dick?" our companion asked hesitantly, causing Dylan to go completely still.
I'd never used drugs before, but if I had, I was pretty sure this is what it would feel like to be high. I was so fuck drunk I could probably be talked into doing anything. Suck a dick? You got it. Fuck me while I stand on my head? Let's do it. Take it in the ass? Sure, why not? I didn't have a single care in the whole wide world. I went right down to my knees in front of Dylan. Pulling off his condom, I wrapped my hand around his length and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth like I was starving.
"Fuck, that feels good," Dylan moaned. I sucked him down as far as I could go, not stopping until I gagged from the fullness. He'd gone from semi-hard to hard-as-a-rock in three seconds flat.
I lost myself to the feeling of him, long and velvety smooth in my mouth, tasting salty from his earlier release, tinged with the hint of latex. I eagerly lapped at every inch of him, from top to bottom and everywhere in between.
"Ah, shit," someone groaned.
I pulled back to tease both men, which was seriously empowering. Dylan looked so damn sexy, standing all tall and imposing above me. He was gorgeous, and I liked seeing him dressed up, even if his clothes probably cost more than my car.
I couldn't help feeling small for a moment while kneeling in front of him in such a compromising position. I looked up at his face, and could tell from his expression he didn’t find my pose submissive. His expression was one of awe and reverence, like I was a goddess and my mouth was pure ecstasy. Seeing that look inflamed my own desire to give him as much pleasure as possible.
Still holding his gaze, I licked around his raised rim, sucked his head into my mouth hard, and then licked the underside of his length down to the sac beneath. I teased his balls with the same oral manipulations I’d used on his cock, before replacing my mouth with my hand.
"Fuckkk," Dylan gave a strangled curse as I covered as much of his cock as I could with my mouth again. His hands moved through my hair until his grip tightened, holding my head still. He took over the pacing, his hips rocking forward and back, looking down at me while he fucked my mouth with his swollen shaft. "I'm so ... fucking … close," he finally warned me. "Where … where do you want me to come, baby?"
He pulled his length from my mouth with a wet pop. I leaned up on my knees and grabbed my breasts, offering to stroke him off between them.
"Hell, yes," Dylan groaned as he looked down at me, jaw clenched, his dark green eyes intense and hungry. "I love your titties."
I glanced over at the stranger, and he was still going at it. "I'm close," he felt the need to share with us.
Dylan grabbed and pressed my breasts together tightly around his wet cock. His hips surged forward only a few times before he cursed, and I felt his warm cum coat my cleavage.
"God, yes. That’s …. Oh yeah. Oh fuck!" He came even louder than Dylan.
"Wow, baby," Dylan said. His posture was relaxed and a lazy, satisfied smile stretched across his face. He helped me up, and then covered my breasts with fabric again. "That was …."
"So fucking hot," our new friend finished.
"Yeah, it seriously was." Dylan reached over and pushed the button to open the elevator doors to the garage. He picked up his discarded condom, and then with his hand on my lower back, guided us to my car.
"Um, so…thanks for that," his neighbor said before the elevator doors closed, taking him back up to his apartment.
Dylan's beautiful bike and bad-ass silver Porsche glared disapprovingly at us as we climbed into the front seat of my Kia.
"Do you need to go back up?" Dylan asked, handing me my keys. I shook my head and stretched across him to pull out some wet wipes from my glove compartment. I cleaned up my chest and thighs, and handed him a wipe as well. After that was taken care of, I laid my head back on the seat, needing a little more time to recover. I watched Dylan clean himself, then he got out and threw away the wipes and used condom in the parking garage trash can.
"Sooo…," he said when he sat back down in the passenger seat, running a hand through his hair. "That was ... fun."
"Fun? That word seems like a drastic understatement."
"How about it was beyond incredible, and the most erotic
fucking thing I've ever done or imagined doing," he replied. I looked over at him to judge his seriousness. He looked smug as a bug in a rug as he leaned back casually, taking up more than his half of my front seat. It had been incredible, and I was still clearly high on all the endorphins.
I tried to think of what to say after doing that, but couldn't begin to find the words. So I went with the first silly thought that popped into my head. "You went balls out, didn't you?" I quipped, and Dylan barked out a laugh as he reached to put his seatbelt on.
"When the idea came to me, I had no idea it'd go down quite like that," he responded, keeping up the double entendre and making me giggle.
"It was hard to tell, but I'm pretty sure your neighbor had a good time."
"We ... blew that dude's mind," Dylan kept our ridiculous word play going. I was struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. The sexual experience had been so intense that it felt good to lighten things up and joke with Dylan about it.
"He'll think about us … every time he ... gets off the elevator."
"You're killing me, Jules!" Dylan exclaimed. Both of us were laughing so hard our eyes watered.
"I can't believe we just did that," I told him as I wiped the moisture from my cheeks, and then pulled down the vanity mirror to check my eye makeup. "It was so hot."
"You said you wanted to feel sexier, right? Well, there you go. That complete stranger just stood there and jerked off while looking at you."
"He got off on watching us fuck and go down on each other. It was probably like that stupid video you had at lunch, a train wreck he just couldn't look away from," I explained. This seemed like the much more likely scenario.
"Seriously? Are you blind, woman? You're smoking hot. That's why that man stroked his dick like his life depended on it. He was imagining himself fucking you and you sucking him off. Damn it, now I want to go punch the motherfucker because I know he'll be thinking about you as soon as he pulls his dick out again! Which is probably right this second!"
